He waited for some answer.He waited anxiously with an impatience that seemed to lift him off his feet.He waited for some word,some sign;for some threatening stir.Nothing!Only two unwinking eyes glittered intently at him above the white sleeve.He saw the raised arm detach itself from the face and sink along the body.A white clad arm,with a big stain on the white sleeve.A red stain.There was a cut on the cheek.It bled.The nose bled too.The blood ran down,made one moustache look like a dark rag stuck over the lip,and went on in a wet streak down the clipped beard on one side of the chin.A drop of blood hung on the end of some hairs that were glued together;it hung for a while and took a leap down on the ground.Many more followed,leaping one after another in close file.One alighted on the breast and glided down instantly with devious vivacity,like a small insect running away;it left a narrow dark track on the white skin.He looked at it,looked at the tiny and active drops,looked at what he had done,with obscure satisfaction,with anger,with regret.This wasn't much like an act of justice.He had a desire to go up nearer to the man,to hear him speak,to hear him say something atrocious and wicked that would justify the violence of the blow.He made an attempt to move,and became aware of a close embrace round both his legs,just above the ankles.Instinctively,he kicked out with his foot,broke through the close bond and felt at once the clasp transferred to his other leg;the clasp warm,desperate and soft,of human arms.He looked down bewildered.He saw the body of the woman stretched at length,flattened on the ground like a dark blue rag.She trailed face downwards,clinging to his leg with both arms in a tenacious hug.He saw the top of her head,the long black hair streaming over his foot,all over the beaten earth,around his boot.He couldn't see his foot for it.He heard the short and repeated moaning of her breath.He imagined the invisible face close to his heel.With one kick into that face he could free himself.He dared not stir,and shouted down--"Let go!Let go!Let go!"
The only result of his shouting was a tightening of the pressure of her arms.With a tremendous effort he tried to bring his right foot up to his left,and succeeded partly.He heard distinctly the rub of her body on the ground as he jerked her along.He tried to disengage himself by drawing up his foot.He stamped.He heard a voice saying sharply--"Steady,Captain Lingard,steady!"
His eyes flew back to Willems at the sound of that voice,and,in the quick awakening of sleeping memories,Lingard stood suddenly still,appeased by the clear ring of familiar words.Appeased as in days of old,when they were trading together,when Willems was his trusted and helpful companion in out-of-the-way and dangerous places;when that fellow,who could keep his temper so much better than he could himself,had spared him many a difficulty,had saved him from many an act of hasty violence by the timely and good-humoured warning,whispered or shouted,"Steady,Captain Lingard,steady."A smart fellow.He had brought him up.The smartest fellow in the islands.If he had only stayed with him,then all this...He called out to Willems--"Tell her to let me go or..."
He heard Willems shouting something,waited for awhile,then glanced vaguely down and saw the woman still stretched out perfectly mute and unstirring,with her head at his feet.He felt a nervous impatience that,somehow,resembled fear.
"Tell her to let go,to go away,Willems,I tell you.I've had enough of this,"he cried.
"All right,Captain Lingard,"answered the calm voice of Willems,"she has let go.Take your foot off her hair;she can't get up."Lingard leaped aside,clean away,and spun round quickly.He saw her sit up and cover her face with both hands,then he turned slowly on his heel and looked at the man.Willems held himself very straight,but was unsteady on his feet,and moved about nearly on the same spot,like a tipsy man attempting to preserve his balance.After gazing at him for a while,Lingard called,rancorous and irritable--"What have you got to say for yourself?"
Willems began to walk towards him.He walked slowly,reeling a little before he took each step,and Lingard saw him put his hand to his face,then look at it holding it up to his eyes,as if he had there,concealed in the hollow of the palm,some small object which he wanted to examine secretly.Suddenly he drew it,with a brusque movement,down the front of his jacket and left a long smudge.
"That's a fine thing to do,"said Willems.
He stood in front of Lingard,one of his eyes sunk deep in the increasing swelling of his cheek,still repeating mechanically the movement of feeling his damaged face;and every time he did this he pressed the palm to some clean spot on his jacket,covering the white cotton with bloody imprints as of some deformed and monstrous hand.Lingard said nothing,looking on.
At last Willems left off staunching the blood and stood,his arms hanging by his side,with his face stiff and distorted under the patches of coagulated blood;and he seemed as though he had been set up there for a warning:an incomprehensible figure marked all over with some awful and symbolic signs of deadly import.
Speaking with difficulty,he repeated in a reproachful tone--"That was a fine thing to do."
"After all,"answered Lingard,bitterly,"I had too good an opinion of you.""And I of you.Don't you see that I could have had that fool over there killed and the whole thing burnt to the ground,swept off the face of the earth.You wouldn't have found as much as a heap of ashes had I liked.I could have done all that.And Iwouldn't."
"You--could--not.You dared not.You scoundrel!"cried Lingard.
"What's the use of calling me names?"
"True,"retorted Lingard--"there's no name bad enough for you."There was a short interval of silence.At the sound of their rapidly exchanged words,Aissa had got up from the ground where she had been sitting,in a sorrowful and dejected pose,and approached the two men.She stood on one side and looked on eagerly,in a desperate effort of her brain,with the quick and distracted eyes of a person trying for her life to penetrate the meaning of sentences uttered in a foreign tongue:the meaning portentous and fateful that lurks in the sounds of mysterious words;in the sounds surprising,unknown and strange.
Willems let the last speech of Lingard pass by;seemed by a slight movement of his hand to help it on its way to join the other shadows of the past.Then he said--"You have struck me;you have insulted me...""Insulted you!"interrupted Lingard,passionately."Who--what can insult you...you..."He choked,advanced a step.
"Steady!steady!"said Willems calmly."I tell you I sha'n't fight.Is it clear enough to you that I sha'n't?
I--shall--not--lift--a--finger."
As he spoke,slowly punctuating each word with a slight jerk of his head,he stared at Lingard,his right eye open and big,the left small and nearly closed by the swelling of one half of his face,that appeared all drawn out on one side like faces seen in a concave glass.And they stood exactly opposite each other:one tall,slight and disfigured;the other tall,heavy and severe.
Willems went on--
"If I had wanted to hurt you--if I had wanted to destroy you,it was easy.I stood in the doorway long enough to pull a trigger--and you know I shoot straight.""You would have missed,"said Lingard,with assurance."There is,under heaven,such a thing as justice."The sound of that word on his own lips made him pause,confused,like an unexpected and unanswerable rebuke.The anger of his outraged pride,the anger of his outraged heart,had gone out in the blow;and there remained nothing but the sense of some immense infamy--of something vague,disgusting and terrible,which seemed to surround him on all sides,hover about him with shadowy and stealthy movements,like a band of assassins in the darkness of vast and unsafe places.Was there,under heaven,such a thing as justice?He looked at the man before him with such an intensity of prolonged glance that he seemed to see right through him,that at last he saw but a floating and unsteady mist in human shape.Would it blow away before the first breath of the breeze and leave nothing behind?
The sound of Willems'voice made him start violently.Willems was saying--"I have always led a virtuous life;you know I have.You always praised me for my steadiness;you know you have.You know also Inever stole--if that's what you're thinking of.I borrowed.You know how much I repaid.It was an error of judgment.But then consider my position there.I had been a little unlucky in my private affairs,and had debts.Could I let myself go under before the eyes of all those men who envied me?But that's all over.It was an error of judgment.I've paid for it.An error of judgment."Lingard,astounded into perfect stillness,looked down.He looked down at Willems'bare feet.Then,as the other had paused,he repeated in a blank tone--"An error of judgment..."
"Yes,"drawled out Willems,thoughtfully,and went on with increasing animation:"As I said,I have always led a virtuous life.More so than Hudig--than you.Yes,than you.I drank a little,I played cards a little.Who doesn't?But I had principles from a boy.Yes,principles.Business is business,and I never was an ass.I never respected fools.They had to suffer for their folly when they dealt with me.The evil was in them,not in me.But as to principles,it's another matter.Ikept clear of women.It's forbidden--I had no time--and Idespised them.Now I hate them!"
He put his tongue out a little;a tongue whose pink and moist end ran here and there,like something independently alive,under his swollen and blackened lip;he touched with the tips of his fingers the cut on his cheek,felt all round it with precaution:
and the unharmed side of his face appeared for a moment to be preoccupied and uneasy about the state of that other side which was so very sore and stiff.
He recommenced speaking,and his voice vibrated as though with repressed emotion of some kind.
"You ask my wife,when you see her in Macassar,whether I have no reason to hate her.She was nobody,and I made her Mrs.Willems.
A half-caste girl!You ask her how she showed her gratitude to me.You ask...Never mind that.Well,you came and dumped me here like a load of rubbish;dumped me here and left me with nothing to do--nothing good to remember--and damn little to hope for.You left me here at the mercy of that fool,Almayer,who suspected me of something.Of what?Devil only knows.But he suspected and hated me from the first;I suppose because you befriended me.Oh!I could read him like a book.He isn't very deep,your Sambir partner,Captain Lingard,but he knows how to be disagreeable.Months passed.I thought I would die of sheer weariness,of my thoughts,of my regrets And then..."He made a quick step nearer to Lingard,and as if moved by the same thought,by the same instinct,by the impulse of his will,Aissa also stepped nearer to them.They stood in a close group,and the two men could feel the calm air between their faces stirred by the light breath of the anxious woman who enveloped them both in the uncomprehending,in the despairing and wondering glances of her wild and mournful eyes.
CHAPTER FIVE
Willems turned a little from her and spoke lower.
"Look at that,"he said,with an almost imperceptible movement of his head towards the woman to whom he was presenting his shoulder."Look at that!Don't believe her!What has she been saying to you?What?I have been asleep.Had to sleep at last.
I've been waiting for you three days and nights.I had to sleep some time.Hadn't I?I told her to remain awake and watch for you,and call me at once.She did watch.You can't believe her.
You can't believe any woman.Who can tell what's inside their heads?No one.You can know nothing.The only thing you can know is that it isn't anything like what comes through their lips.They live by the side of you.They seem to hate you,or they seem to love you;they caress or torment you;they throw you over or stick to you closer than your skin for some inscrutable and awful reason of their own--which you can never know!Look at her--and look at me.At me!--her infernal work.What has she been saying?"His voice had sunk to a whisper.Lingard listened with great attention,holding his chin in his hand,which grasped a great handful of his white beard.His elbow was in the palm of his other hand,and his eyes were still fixed on the ground.He murmured,without looking up--"She begged me for your life--if you want to know--as if the thing were worth giving or taking!""And for three days she begged me to take yours,"said Willems quickly."For three days she wouldn't give me any peace.She was never still.She planned ambushes.She has been looking for places all over here where I could hide and drop you with a safe shot as you walked up.It's true.I give you my word.""Your word,"muttered Lingard,contemptuously.
Willems took no notice.
"Ah!She is a ferocious creature,"he went on."You don't know.
I wanted to pass the time--to do something--to have something to think about--to forget my troubles till you came back.And...look at her...she took me as if I did not belong to myself.She did.I did not know there was something in me she could get hold of.She,a savage.I,a civilized European,and clever!She that knew no more than a wild animal!
Well,she found out something in me.She found it out,and I was lost.I knew it.She tormented me.I was ready to do anything.
I resisted--but I was ready.I knew that too.That frightened me more than anything;more than my own sufferings;and that was frightful enough,I assure you."Lingard listened,fascinated and amazed like a child listening to a fairy tale,and,when Willems stopped for breath,he shuffled his feet a little.
"What does he say?"cried out Aissa,suddenly.
The two men looked at her quickly,and then looked at one another.
Willems began again,speaking hurriedly--"I tried to do something.Take her away from those people.Iwent to Almayer;the biggest blind fool that you ever...Then Abdulla came--and she went away.She took away with her something of me which I had to get back.I had to do it.As far as you are concerned,the change here had to happen sooner or later;you couldn't be master here for ever.It isn't what Ihave done that torments me.It is the why.It's the madness that drove me to it.It's that thing that came over me.That may come again,some day.""It will do no harm to anybody then,I promise you,"said Lingard,significantly.
Willems looked at him for a second with a blank stare,then went on--"I fought against her.She goaded me to violence and to murder.
Nobody knows why.She pushed me to it persistently,desperately,all the time.Fortunately Abdulla had sense.I don't know what I wouldn't have done.She held me then.Held me like a nightmare that is terrible and sweet.By and by it was another life.I woke up.I found myself beside an animal as full of harm as a wild cat.You don't know through what I have passed.
Her father tried to kill me--and she very nearly killed him.Ibelieve she would have stuck at nothing.I don't know which was more terrible!She would have stuck at nothing to defend her own.And when I think that it was me--me--Willems...I hate her.To-morrow she may want my life.How can I know what's in her?She may want to kill me next!"He paused in great trepidation,then added in a scared tone--"I don't want to die here."
"Don't you?"said Lingard,thoughtfully.
Willems turned towards Aissa and pointed at her with a bony forefinger.
"Look at her!Always there.Always near.Always watching,watching...for something.Look at her eyes.Ain't they big?
Don't they stare?You wouldn't think she can shut them like human beings do.I don't believe she ever does.I go to sleep,if I can,under their stare,and when I wake up I see them fixed on me and moving no more than the eyes of a corpse.While I am still they are still.By God--she can't move them till I stir,and then they follow me like a pair of jailers.They watch me;when I stop they seem to wait patient and glistening till I am off my guard--for to do something.To do something horrible.
Look at them!You can see nothing in them.They are big,menacing--and empty.The eyes of a savage;of a damned mongrel,half-Arab,half-Malay.They hurt me!I am white!I swear to you I can't stand this!Take me away.I am white!All white!"He shouted towards the sombre heaven,proclaiming desperately under the frown of thickening clouds the fact of his pure and superior descent.He shouted,his head thrown up,his arms swinging about wildly;lean,ragged,disfigured;a tall madman ****** a great disturbance about something invisible;a being absurd,repulsive,pathetic,and droll.Lingard,who was looking down as if absorbed in deep thought,gave him a quick glance from under his eyebrows:Aissa stood with clasped hands.At the other end of the courtyard the old woman,like a vague and decrepit apparition,rose noiselessly to look,then sank down again with a stealthy movement and crouched low over the small glow of the fire.Willems'voice filled the enclosure,rising louder with every word,and then,suddenly,at its very loudest,stopped short--like water stops running from an over-turned vessel.As soon as it had ceased the thunder seemed to take up the burden in a low growl coming from the inland hills.The noise approached in confused mutterings which kept on increasing,swelling into a roar that came nearer,rushed down the river,passed close in a tearing crash--and instantly sounded faint,dying away in monotonous and dull repetitions amongst the endless sinuosities of the lower reaches.Over the great forests,over all the innumerable people of unstirring trees--over all that living people immense,motionless,and mute--the silence,that had rushed in on the track of the passing tumult,remained suspended as deep and complete as if it had never been disturbed from the beginning of remote ages.Then,through it,after a time,came to Lingard's ears the voice of the running river:a voice low,discreet,and sad,like the persistent and gentle voices that speak of the past in the silence of dreams.
He felt a great emptiness in his heart.It seemed to him that there was within his breast a great space without any light,where his thoughts wandered forlornly,unable to escape,unable to rest,unable to die,to vanish--and to relieve him from the fearful oppression of their existence.Speech,action,anger,forgiveness,all appeared to him alike useless and vain,appeared to him unsatisfactory,not worth the effort of hand or brain that was needed to give them effect.He could not see why he should not remain standing there,without ever doing anything,to the end of time.He felt something,something like a heavy chain,that held him there.This wouldn't do.He backed away a little from Willems and Aissa,leaving them close together,then stopped and looked at both.The man and the woman appeared to him much further than they really were.He had made only about three steps backward,but he believed for a moment that another step would take him out of earshot for ever.They appeared to him slightly under life size,and with a great cleanness of outlines,like figures carved with great precision of detail and highly finished by a skilful hand.He pulled himself together.The strong consciousness of his own personality came back to him.He had a notion of surveying them from a great and inaccessible height.
He said slowly:"You have been possessed of a devil.""Yes,"answered Willems gloomily,and looking at Aissa."Isn't it pretty?""I've heard this kind of talk before,"said Lingard,in a scornful tone;then paused,and went on steadily after a while:
"I regret nothing.I picked you up by the waterside,like a starving cat--by God.I regret nothing;nothing that I have done.Abdulla--twenty others--no doubt Hudig himself,were after me.That's business--for them.But that you should...Money belongs to him who picks it up and is strong enough to keep it--but this thing was different.It was part of my life...
I am an old fool."
He was.The breath of his words,of the very words he spoke,fanned the spark of divine folly in his breast,the spark that made him--the hard-headed,heavy-handed adventurer--stand out from the crowd,from the sordid,from the joyous,unscrupulous,and noisy crowd of men that were so much like himself.
Willems said hurriedly:"It wasn't me.The evil was not in me,Captain Lingard.""And where else confound you!Where else?"interrupted Lingard,raising his voice."Did you ever see me cheat and lie and steal?
