Secret BreadJesse, F. Tennyson (Fryniwyd Tennyson)
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Secret Bread
Jesse, F. Tennyson (Fryniwyd Tennyson)
Cornwall (England : County) -- Fiction
Ishmael hung on grimly, making no effort to disengage himself, which
would only have given Doughty the further purchase needed to throw him.
Instead he began to work round in the other's arms. As soon as he had
sufficient twist on his hips he entwined his feet round Doughty's knees,
and with an effort that caused the blood to suffuse his face and
neck--for Doughty was fighting the movement with relentless pressure--he
got himself, by the hold his legs gave him, round so that his shoulders
instead of his chest were against the chest of his upholder. He flung
his arms backwards round Doughty's fore-arms, thus keeping himself
pressed upon the other, his stomach arched outwards, his legs curled
back each side round the other's knees, his arms, also backwards,
pressing the other's torso in a curve that followed and supported his
own with the disadvantage of having his full weight upon it.
They stayed apparently motionless, breathing heavily, save for that
laboured sound seeming like wrestlers of bronze. Slowly Doughty began to
feel his balance slipping from him under the full weight of Ishmael upon
his chest and stomach; his spine felt as though if it curved a fraction
more it would crack. He could not move his feet for the strong coil of
Ishmael's legs around his, and he knew that in a moment more he must
fall backwards with the weight still upon him. The only joints in which
he still had play were his ankles; stiffening them he began to incline
forwards. Slowly the interlocked bodies, like a swaying tower, came up
and up, till the watchers caught their breath wondering what would
happen to the one who was undermost in the fall if both stayed so
unyielding.
But Ishmael, whose brain was working with that clarity only attained
when it is responding to trained instinct, almost mechanically relaxed
his grip on the other's spine when he felt the angle coming forward,
then, using all his nerve, he waited--waited till the forward angle, in
which he was the underneath, had become acute, till the momentum of the
fall had begun. Then he relaxed his grip on one of Doughty's legs, at
the same time forcing the other outwards with all the strength of his
foot and leg. Doughty had to unstiffen a knee to prevent himself coming
taut and prone on the ground, and a hard shove with Ishmael's elbow,
thrown backwards against his shoulder, combined with the leg-play to
send him spinning sideways. The momentum was too great for him to
regulate the fall, and he came fairly on both shoulders, while Ishmael,
who had been thrown forwards on one knee, picked himself up and stood
reeling slightly but unhurt.
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