He knew though, engrossed by his private agony, he did not give it much
heed, that all the afternoon there was heavy traffic on the road that
ran through the village, traffic going this way and that; now and again
through the clatter of the work around him its rumble came to his ears.
Noisy cars went by and heavy guns, regiments of infantry and once or
twice a company of swift-moving horse that sped westward in a flurry of
dust. As the hot, industrious hours crawled by even his terror for
Griselda was swallowed up in the numbing and all-pervading sense of
bodily exhaustion and ill-being, in the consciousness of throbbing head,
parched mouth and miserable back. At midday when the captives were
doled out a ration of meat and bread he lay like a log for the little
space during which he was allowed to rest; and, resting, he dreaded from
the bottom of his soul the inevitable call back to work. With it all
was the hopeless, the terrifying sense of isolation; he was removed even
from his fellow-sufferers, held apart from them not only by the barrier
of their alien speech but by his greater feebleness and greater physical
suffering. Only once during those sun-smitten and aching hours did he
feel himself akin to any of the men around him—when a flat-capped,
sturdy young German soldier, taking pity on his manifest unfitness for
the work, muttered some good-natured, incomprehensible encouragement and
handed him a bottle to drink from. The sharp taste of beer was a liquid
blessing to William’s dry tongue and parched throat; he tilted the
bottle and drank in great gulps till he choked; whereat the flat-capped
German boy-soldier laughed consumedly but not unkindly.
It must have been well on in the afternoon—for the shadows were
beginning to lengthen though the sun burned hotly as ever—when over the
noises of the toil around him and over the rumble of traffic on the road
the persistent beat of guns became loud enough to make itself
noticeable. All day William had heard it at intervals; during his brief
rest at midday it had been frequent but distant; now it had spurted into
sudden nearness and was rapid, frequent, continuous. A little group of
his fellow-toilers looked up from their work as they heard the sound,
drew closer together and exchanged mutterings till an order checked them
sharply; and even after the order was rapped out one square-shouldered,
brown-faced countryman continued to stare down the valley with
stubbornly determined eyes.
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