Snake and Sword: A NovelWren, Percival Christopher
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Snake and Sword: A Novel
Wren, Percival Christopher
British -- India -- Fiction
The camel would stick to the line so long as he was left
exactly on it … think it a road … He could sleep without danger thus.
He would shut his eyes and not see the vultures, for if he saw a dozen
more he knew that he would go raving mad, halt the camel and address an
impassioned appeal to them to _say_ something—for God’s sake to _say
something_. Didn’t they know that he had been in solitary confinement
in a desert for three weeks or three centuries (what is time?) without
hearing a sound or seeing a living thing—expecting the SNAKE night and
day, and, moreover, that he was starving, dying of thirst, and
light-headed, and that he was in the awful position of choosing between
murdering the camel that had stood by him—no, under him—all that
fearful time, and breaking his word to Lucille—cheating and deceiving
Lucille. Then why couldn’t they _say_ something instead of sitting
there in their endless millions, mile after billions of miles, post
after billions of trillions of posts—menacing, watchful, silent, silent
as the awful desert, silent as the SNAKE…. This would not do … he must
think hard of Lucille, of the Sword, of his Dream, his Dream that came
so seldom now. He would repeat Lucille’s last letter, word for word:—
“MY DARLING,
“It is over, thank God—Oh, thank God—and you can leave the army at once
and become a ‘gentleman’ in position as well as in fact. Poor old
Grumper died on Saturday (as I cabled) and before he died he became
quite another man—weak, gentle and anxious to make any amends he could
to anybody. For nearly a week he was like this, and it was a most
wonderful and pathetic thing. He spent most of the time in telling me,
General Harringport, Auntie Yvette or the Vicar, about wicked things he
had done, cruelties, meannesses, follies—it was most distressing, for
really he has been simply a strong character with all the faults of
one—including, as we know too well, lack of sympathy, hardness, and
sometimes savage cruelty, which, after all, was only the natural result
of the lack of sympathy and understanding.
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