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.The soldier walked like a man weighted by a dark dream and his footsteps were soundless.PART TWOVERY EARLY the next morning Private Williams went to the stables.The sun had not yet risen and the air was colorless and cold.Milky ribbons of mist clung to the damp earth and the sky was silver-gray.The path leading to the stables passed a bluff which commanded a sweeping view of the reservation.The woods were in full autumn color, and scattered among the blackish green of the pine trees there were blunt splashes of crimson and yellow.Private Williams walked slowly along the leafy path.Now and then he stopped altogether and stood perfectly still, in the attitude of one who listens to a call from a long distance.His sun-browned skin was flushed in the morning air and on his lips there were still the white traces of the milk he had drunk for breakfast.Loitering and stopping in this way he reached the stables just as the sun came up in the sky.Inside the stable it was still almost dark and no one was about.The air was close, warm, and sour-sweet.As the soldier passed between the stalls he heard the placid breath of the horses, a sleepy snuffle, and a whinny.Dumb, luminous eyes turned toward him.The young soldier took from his pocket an envelope of sugar and soon his hands were warm and sticky with slaver.He went into the stall of a little mare who was almost ready to drop her foal.He stroked her swollen belly and stood for a time with his arms around her neck.Then he let the mules out into their pen.The soldier was not long alone with the beasts—soon the other men reported for their duty.It was Saturday, a busy day at the stables, as in the morning there were riding classes for the children and women of the post.The stable was soon noisy with talk and heavy footsteps; the horses grew restive in their stalls.Mrs.Penderton was one of the first riders to come this morning.With her, as often, was Major Langdon.Captain Penderton accompanied them today, which was unusual, as he customarily took his ride alone and in the late afternoon.The three of them sat on the paddock fence while their mounts were being saddled.Private Williams led out Firebird first.The injury of which the Captain’s wife complained the day before had been greatly exaggerated.On the horse’s left foreleg there was a slight abrasion that had been painted with iodine.On being led out into the bright sunlight, the horse rounded his nostrils nervously and turned his long neck to look about him.His coat was curried smooth as satin and his mane was thick and glossy in the sun.At first glance the horse seemed overgrown and too heavy-set for a thoroughbred.His great haunches were broad and fleshy, and his legs were somewhat thick.But he moved with marvelous, fiery grace, and once at Camden he had outraced his own great sire who was a champion.When Mrs.Penderton was mounted, he reared up twice and tried to break away toward the bridle path.Then, straining against the bit, with arched neck and tail raised high, he sidestepped furiously and a light froth of foam showed on his muzzle.During this struggle between horse and rider, Mrs.Penderton laughed aloud and spoke to Firebird in a voice that was vibrant with passion and excitement: ‘You sweet old bastard, you!’ The struggle ended as abruptly as it had begun.Indeed, as this volatile fracas took place every morning, it could hardly be called a real struggle any longer.When the horse, as an ill-trained two-year-old, had first come to the stables, it had been earnest enough.Twice Mrs.Penderton was badly thrown, and once when she returned from her ride the soldiers saw that she had bitten her lower lip quite through so that there was blood on her sweater and shirt.But now this brief daily struggle had a theatrical, affected air—it was a jocular pantomime performed for their own amusement and the benefit of spectators.Even when the froth showed on his mouth, the horse moved with a certain fractious grace as though aware of being watched.And after it was over he stood quite still and sighed once, in much the same manner as a young husband would sigh laughingly and shrug his shoulders when giving in to the will of a beloved and termagant wife.Except for these mock rebellions the horse was now perfectly trained.To all the regular riders the soldiers at the stables had given nicknames that they used when speaking among themselves.Major Langdon was called The Buffalo.This was because when in the saddle he slumped his great heavy shoulders and lowered his head.The Major was a fine horseman and, when a young Lieutenant, he had made a rare name for himself on the polo field.On the other hand, Captain Penderton was no rider at all, although he himself was not aware of this.He sat rigid as a ramrod in the exact position taught by the riding master.Perhaps he would not have ridden at all if he could have seen himself from the rear.His buttocks spread and jounced flabbily in the saddle.For this reason he was known to the soldiers as Captain Flap-Fanny.Mrs.Penderton was called simply The Lady, so great was the esteem in which she was held at the stables.This morning the three riders started at a sedate walk, Mrs.Penderton leading.Private Williams stood watching them until they were out of sight.Soon he heard from the ring of the horses’ hoofs on the hard path that they had broken into a canter.The sun was brighter now and the sky had darkened to a warm, brilliant blue.In the fresh air there was the odor of dung and burning leaves.The soldier stood so long that at last the Sergeant came up to him and roared good-naturedly: ‘Hey, Unconscious, you mean to gawk there forever?’ The sound of the horses’ hoofs could be heard no longer.The young soldier pushed back his bangs from his forehead and slowly set about his work.He did not speak all day.Then late in the evening Private Williams dressed in fresh clothes and went out to the woods.He walked along the edge of the reservation until he reached the stretch of woods he had cleared for Captain Penderton.The house was not brightly lighted as it had been before.Lights showed only in one room to the right upstairs, and in the small porch leading from the dining-room.When the soldier approached, he found the Captain in his study alone; the Captain’s wife, then, was in the lighted room upstairs where the shades were drawn.The house, like all the houses on the block, was new, so that there had been no time for shrubs to grow in the yard.But the Captain had had twelve ligustrum trees transplanted and put in rows along the sides so that the place would not seem so raw and bare.Shielded by these thick-leaved evergreens, the soldier could not easily be seen from the street or the house next door.He stood so close to the Captain that if the window had been open he could have reached out and touched him with his hand.Captain Penderton sat at his desk with his back turned to Private Williams [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]