China -- History -- 20th century -- Fiction; Missionaries, Medical -- Fiction
They moved along the street with the slowness of a nightmare. But
Megan knew they must reach the barricade, because there were always
certain things that God would never permit and the slaughter of these
children was one of them. They would certainly reach the barricade.
The street was so cold, so dark, touched only by flickerings of
distant fires, that it was impossible to imagine it as ever made
aware of the infinitely remote warmth and beauty of the sun. Megan
felt that she might be crawling over some dead planet, strayed
outside the universe, moving blindly and remotely toward no possible
end. And yet the barricade was only a few hundred yards away.
Doctor Strike had said the Chinese were never able to discover the
existence of a God of love. It had not seemed so tragic when he said
it as it did now. Now she could not conceive of how they had existed
without it. Only to a God of love was everything possible,
immortality, redemption, miracle. Miracle. These children were
going to be got alive and unharmed to the barricade.
They reached the end of the street, turned to the right and walked
slowly, the limping Miss Minton in their midst, past the smoldering,
smoking ruins of the godowns to the North Station.
The station enclosure was crowded and steam from an engine gushed up
from behind the roof of a platform. They kept on the far side of the
street. Miss Minton was groaning and sobbing. She fell against
Doctor Strike's shoulder.
"I can't do it," she cried, "I just can't do it."
The Doctor looked over and saw inside the iron fence of the enclosure
five or six rickshaws waiting, the coolies squatting between the
shafts. There was a crowd around the entrance, which was a side one
leading directly to the train platforms. They had not yet come to
the main gate. They could see that the crowd was mostly soldiers but
there were coolies among them. The Doctor seized Miss Minton more
firmly about the waist and half carried her across the street to the
side gate. Megan, Miss Reed and the children followed close behind.
At the gate the Doctor called stridently:
"_Wambotso!_"
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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