【有声英语文学名著】蝇王（10）

 CHAPTER TEN

The Shell and the Glasses
Piggy eyed the advancing figure carefully. Nowadays he sometimes found that he saw more clearly if he removed his glasses and shifted the one lens to the other eye; but even through the good eye, after what had happened, Ralph remained unmistakably Ralph. He came now out of the coconut 1 trees, limping, dirty, with dead leaves hanging from his shock of yellow hair. One eye was a slit 2 in his puffy cheek and a great scab had formed on his right knee. He paused for a moment and peered at the figure on the platform.
"Piggy? Are you the only one left?"
"There's some littluns."
"They don't count. No biguns?"
"Oh―Samneric. They're collecting wood."
"Nobody else?"
"Not that I know of."
Ralph climbed on to the platform carefully. The coarse grass was still worn away where the assembly used to sit; the fragile white conch still gleamed by the polished seat. Ralph sat down in the grass facing the chief's seat and the conch. Piggy knelt at his left, and for a long minute there was silence.
At last Ralph cleared his throat and whispered something.
Piggy whispered back.
"What you say?"
Ralph spoke 3 up.
"Simon."
Piggy said nothing but nodded, solemnly. They continued to sit, gazing with impaired 4 sight at the chief's seat and the glittering lagoon 5. The green light and the glossy 6 patches of sunshine played over their befouled bodies.
At length Ralph got up and went to the conch. He took the shell caressingly 7 with both hands and knelt, leaning against the trunk.
"Piggy."
"Uh?"
"What we going to do?"
Piggy nodded at the conch.
"You could―"
"Call an assembly?"
Ralph laughed sharply as he said the word and Piggy frowned.
"You're still chief."
Ralph laughed again.
"You are. Over us."
"I got the conch."
"Ralph! Stop laughing like that. Look, there ain't no need, Ralph! What's the others going to think?"
At last Ralph stopped. He was shivering.
"Piggy."
"Uh?"
"That was Simon."
"You said that before."
"Piggy."
"Uh?"
"That was murder."
"You stop it!" said Piggy, shrilly 8. "What good're you doing talking like that?"
He jumped to his feet and stood over Ralph.
"It was dark. There was that―that bloody 9 dance. There was lightning and thunder and rain. We was scared!"
"I wasn't scared," said Ralph slowly, "I was―I don't know what I was."
"We was scared!" said Piggy excitedly. "Anything might have happened. It wasn't―what you said."
He was gesticulating, searching for a formula.
"Oh, Piggy!"
Ralph's voice, low and stricken, stopped Piggy's gestures. He bent 10 down and waited. Ralph, cradling the conch, rocked himself to and fro.
"Don't you understand, Piggy? The things we did―"
"He may still be―"
"No."
"P'raps he was only pretending―"
Piggy's voice trailed off at the sight of Ralph's face.
"You were outside. Outside the circle. You never really came in. Didn't you see what we―what they did?"
There was loathing 11, and at the same time a kind of feverish 12 excitement, in his voice.
"Didn't you see, Piggy?"
"Not all that well. I only got one eye now. You ought to know that, Ralph."
Ralph continued to rock to and fro.
"It was an accident," said Piggy suddenly, "that's what it was. An accident." His voice shrilled 13 again. "Coming in the dark―he hadn't no business crawling like that out of the dark. He was batty. He asked for it." He gesticulated widely again. "It was an accident."
"You didn't see what they did―"
"Look, Ralph. We got to forget this. We can't do no good thinking about it, see?"
"I'm frightened. Of us. I want to go home. Oh God, I want to go home."
"It was an accident," said Piggy stubbornly, "and that's that."
He touched Ralph's bare shoulder and Ralph shuddered 14 at the human contact.
"And look, Ralph"―Piggy glanced round quickly, then leaned close―"don't let on we was in that dance. Not to Samneric."
"But we were! All of us!"
Piggy shook his head.
"Not us till last. They never noticed in the dark. Anyway you said I was only on the outside."
"So was I," muttered Ralph, "I was on the outside too."
Piggy nodded eagerly.
"That's right. We was on the outside. We never done nothing, we never seen nothing."
Piggy paused, then went on.
"We'll live on our own, the four of us―"
"Four of us. We aren't enough to keep the fire burning."
"We'll try. See? I lit it."
Samneric came dragging a great log out of the forest. They dumped it by the fire and turned to the pool. Ralph jumped to his feet.
"Hi! You two!"
The twins checked a moment, then walked on.
"They're going to bathe, Ralph."
"Better get it over."
The twins were very surprised to see Ralph. They flushed and looked past him into the air.
"Hullo. Fancy meeting you, Ralph."
"We just been in the forest―"
"―to get wood for the fire―"
"―we got lost last night."
Ralph examined his toes.
"You got lost after the..."
Piggy cleaned his lens.
"After the feast," said Sam in a stifled 15 voice. Eric nodded. "Yes, after the feast."
"We left early," said Piggy quickly, "because we were tired."
"So did we―"
"―very early―"
"―we were very tired."
Sam touched a scratch on his forehead and then hurriedly took his hand away. Eric fingered his split lip.
"Yes. We were very tired," repeated Sam, "so we left early. Was it a good―"
The air was heavy with unspoken knowledge. Sam twisted and the obscene word shot out of him. "―dance?"
Memory of the dance that none of them had attended shook all four boys convulsively.
"We left early."
When Roger came to the neck of land that joined the Castle Rock to the mainland he was not surprised to be challenged. He had reckoned, during the terrible night, on finding at least some of the tribe holding out against the horrors of the island in the safest place.
The voice rang out sharply from on high, where the diminishing crags were balanced one on another.
"Halt! Who goes there?"
"Roger."
"Advance, friend."
Roger advanced.
"You could see who I was."
"The chief said we got to challenge everyone."
Roger peered up.
"You couldn't stop me coming if I wanted."
"Couldn't I? Climb up and see."
Roger clambered up the ladder-like cliff.
"Look at this."
A log had been jammed under the topmost rock and another lever under that. Robert leaned lightly on the lever and the rock groaned 16. A full effort would send the rock thundering down to the neck of land. Roger admired.
"He's a proper chief, isn't he?"
Robert nodded.
"He's going to take us hunting."
He jerked his head in the direction of the distant shelters where a thread of white smoke climbed up the sky. Roger, sitting on the very edge of the cliff, looked somberly back at the island as he worked with his fingers at a loose tooth. His gaze settled on the top of the distant mountain and Robert changed the unspoken subject.
"He's going to beat Wilfred."
"What for?"
Robert shook his head doubtfully.
"I don't know. He didn't say. He got angry and made us tie Wilfred up. He's been"―he giggled 17 excitedly―"he's been tied for hours, waiting―"
"But didn't the chief say why?"
"I never heard him."
Sitting on the tremendous rock in the torrid sun, Roger received this news as an illumination. He ceased to work at his tooth and sat still, assimilating the possibilities of irresponsible authority. Then, without another word, he climbed down the back of the rocks toward the cave and the rest of the tribe.
The chief was sitting there, naked to the waist, his face blocked out in white and red. The tribe lay in a semicircle before him. The newly beaten and untied 18 Wilfred was sniffing 19 noisily in the background. Roger squatted 20 with the rest.
"Tomorrow," went on the chief, "we shall hunt again."
He pointed 21 at this savage 22 and that with his spear.
"Some of you will stay here to improve the cave and defend the gate. I shall take a few hunters with me and bring back meat. The defenders 23 of the gate will see that the others don't sneak 24 in."
A savage raised his hand and the chief turned a bleak 25, painted face toward him.
"Why should they try to sneak in, Chief?"
The chief was vague but earnest.
"They will. They'll try to spoil things we do. So the watchers at the gate must be careful. And then―"
The chief paused. They saw a triangle of startling pink dart 26 out, pass along his lips and vanish again.
"―and then, the beast might try to come in. You remember how he crawled―"
The semicircle shuddered and muttered in agreement.
"He came―disguised. He may come again even though we gave him the head of our kill to eat. So watch; and be careful."
Stanley lifted his forearm off the rock and held up an interrogative finger.
"Well?"
"But didn't we, didn't we―?"
He squirmed and looked down.
"No!"
In the silence that followed, each savage flinched 27 away from his individual memory.
"No! How could we―kill―it?"
Half-relieved, half-daunted by the implication of further terrors, the savages 28 murmured again.
"So leave the mountain alone," said the chief, solemnly, "and give it the head if you go hunting."
Stanley flicked 30 his finger again.
"I expect the beast disguised itself."
"Perhaps," said the chief. A theological speculation 31 presented itself. "We'd better keep on the right side of him, anyhow. You can't tell what he might do."
The tribe considered this; and then were shaken, as if by a flow of wind. The chief saw the effect of his words and stood abruptly 32.
"But tomorrow we'll hunt and when we've got meat we'll have a feast―"
Bill put up his hand.
"Chief."
"Yes?"
"What'll we use for lighting 33 the fire?"
The chief's blush was hidden by the white and red clay. Into his uncertain silence the tribe spilled their murmur 29 once more. Then the chief held up his hand.
"We shall take fire from the others. Listen. Tomorrow we'll hunt and get meat. Tonight I'll go along with two hunters―who'll come?"
Maurice and Roger put up their hands.
"Maurice―"
"Yes, Chief?"
"Where was their fire?"
"Back at the old place by the fire rock."
The chief nodded.
"The rest of you can go to sleep as soon as the sun sets. But us three, Maurice, Roger and me, we've got work to do. We'll leave just before sunset―"
Maurice put up his hand.
"But what happens if we meet―"
The chief waved his objection aside.
"We'll keep along by the sands. Then if he comes we'll do our, our dance again."
"Only the three of us?"
Again the murmur swelled 34 and died away.
Piggy handed Ralph his glasses and waited to receive back his sight. The wood was damp; and this was the third time they had lighted it. Ralph stood back, speaking to himself.
"We don't want another night without fire."
He looked round guiltily at the three boys standing 35 by. This was the first time he had admitted the double function of the fire. Certainly one was to send up a beckoning 36 column of smoke; but the other was to be a hearth 37 now and a comfort until they slept. Eric breathed on the wood till it glowed and sent out a little flame. A billow of white and yellow smoke reeked 38 up. Piggy took back his glasses and looked at the smoke with pleasure.
"If only we could make a radio!"
"Or a plane―"
"―or a boat."
Ralph dredged in his fading knowledge of the world.
"We might get taken prisoner by the Reds."
Eric pushed back his hair.
"They'd be better than―"
He would not name people and Sam finished the sentence for him by nodding along the beach.
Ralph remembered the ungainly figure on a parachute.
"He said something about a dead man." He flushed painfully at this admission that he had been present at the dance. He made urging motions at the smoke and with his body. "Don't stop―go on up!"
"Smoke's getting thinner."
"We need more wood already, even when it's wet."
"My asthma 39―"
The response was mechanical.
"Sucks to your ass-mar."
"If I pull logs, I get my asthma bad. I wish I didn't, Ralph, but there it is."
The three boys went into the forest and fetched armfuls of rotten wood. Once more the smoke rose, yellow and thick.
"Let's get something to eat."
Together they went to the fruit trees, carrying their spears, saying little, cramming 40 in haste. When they came out of the forest again the sun was setting and only embers glowed in the fire, and there was no smoke.
"I can't carry any more wood," said Eric. "I'm tired."
Ralph cleared his throat.
"We kept the fire going up there."
"Up there it was small. But this has got to be a big one."
Ralph carried a fragment to the fire and watched the smoke that drifted into the dusk.
"We've got to keep it going."
Eric flung himself down.
"I'm too tired. And what's the good?"
"Eric!" cried Ralph in a shocked voice. "Don't talk like that!"
Sam knelt by Eric.
"Well―what is the good?"
Ralph tried indignantly to remember. There was something good about a fire. Something overwhelmingly good.
"Ralph's told you often enough," said Piggy moodily 41. "How else are we going to be rescued?"
"Of course! If we don't make smoke―"
He squatted before them in the crowding dusk.
"Don't you understand? What's the good of wishing for radios and boats?"
He held out his hand and twisted the fingers into a fist. "There's only one thing we can do to get out of this mess. Anyone can play at hunting, anyone can get us meat―"
He looked from face to face. Then, at the moment of greatest passion and conviction, that curtain flapped in his head and he forgot what he had been driving at. He knelt there, his fist clenched 42, gazing solemnly from one to the other. Then the curtain whisked back.
"Oh, yes. So we've got to make smoke; and more smoke―"
"But we can't keep it going! Look at that!"
The fire was dying on them.
"Two to mind the fire," said Ralph, half to himself, "that's twelve hours a day."
"We can't get any more wood, Ralph―"
"―not in the dark―"
"―not at night―"
"We can light it every morning," said Piggy. "Nobody ain't going to see smoke in the dark."
Sam nodded vigorously.
"It was different when the fire was―"
"―up there."
Ralph stood up, feeling curiously 43 defenseless with the darkness pressing in.
"Let the fire go then, for tonight."
He led the way to the first shelter, which still stood, though battered 44. The bed leaves lay within, dry and noisy to the touch. In the next shelter a littlun was talking in his sleep. The four biguns crept into the shelter and burrowed 45 under the leaves. The twins lay together and Ralph and Piggy at the other end. For a while there was the continual creak and rustle 46 of leaves as they tried for comfort.
"Piggy."
"Yeah?"
"All right?"
"S'pose so."
At length, save for an occasional rustle, the shelter was silent. An oblong of blackness relieved with brilliant spangles hung before them and there was the hollow sound of surf on the reef. Ralph settled himself for his nightly game of supposing....
Supposing they could be transported home by jet, then before morning they would land at that big airfield 47 in Wiltshire. They would go by car; no, for things to be perfect they would go by train; all the way down to Devon and take that cottage again. Then at the foot of the garden the wild ponies 48 would come and look over the wall....
Ralph turned restlessly in the leaves. Dartmoor was wild and so were the ponies. But the attraction of wildness had gone.
His mind skated to a consideration of a tamed town where savagery 49 could not set foot. What could be safer than the bus center with its lamps and wheels?
All at once, Ralph was dancing round a lamp standard. There was a bus crawling out of the bus station, a strange bus....
"Ralph! Ralph!"
"What is it?"
"Don't make a noise like that―"
"Sorry."
From the darkness of the further end of the shelter came a dreadful moaning and they shattered the leaves in their fear. Sam and Eric, locked in an embrace, were fighting each other.
"Sam! Sam!"
"Hey―Eric!"
Presently all was quiet again.
Piggy spoke softly to Ralph.
"We got to get out of this."
"What d'you mean?"
"Get rescued."
For the first time that day, and despite the crowding blackness, Ralph sniggered.
"I mean it," whispered Piggy. "If we don't get home soon we'll be barmy."
"Round the bend."
"Bomb happy."
"Crackers 50;"
Ralph pushed the damp tendrils of hair out of his eyes.
"You write a letter to your auntie."
Piggy considered this solemnly.
"I don't know where she is now. And I haven't got an envelope and a stamp. An' there isn't a mailbox. Or a postman."
The success of his tiny joke overcame Ralph. His sniggers became uncontrollable, his body jumped and twitched 51.
Piggy rebuked 52 him with dignity.
"I haven't said anything all that funny."
Ralph continued to snigger though his chest hurt. His twitchings exhausted 53 him till he lay, breathless and woebegone, waiting for the next spasm 54. During one of these pauses he was ambushed 55 by sleep.
"Ralph! You been making a noise again. Do be quiet, Ralph―because."
Ralph heaved over among the leaves. He had reason to be thankful that his dream was broken, for the bus had been nearer and more distinct.
"Why―because?"
"Be quiet―and listen."
Ralph lay down carefully, to the accompaniment of a long sigh from the leaves. Eric moaned something and then lay still. The darkness, save for the useless oblong of stars, was blanket-thick.
"I can't hear anything."
"There's something moving outside."
Ralph's head prickled. The sound of his blood drowned all else and then subsided 56.
"I still can't hear anything."
"Listen. Listen for a long time."
Quite clearly and emphatically, and only a yard or so away from the back of the shelter, a stick cracked. The blood roared again in Ralph's ears, confused images chased each other through his mind. A composite of these things was prowling round the shelters. He could feel Piggy's head against his shoulder and the convulsive grip of a hand.
"Ralph! Ralph!"
"Shut up and listen."
Desperately 57, Ralph prayed that the beast would prefer littluns.
A voice whispered horribly outside.
"Piggy―Piggy―"
"It's come!" gasped 58 Piggy. "It's real!"
He clung to Ralph and reached to get his breath.
"Piggy, come outside. I want you, Piggy."
Ralph's mouth was against Piggy's ear.
"Don't say anything."
"Piggy―where are you, Piggy?"
Something brushed against the back of the shelter. Piggy kept still for a moment, then he had his asthma. He arched his back and crashed among the leaves with his legs. Ralph rolled away from him.
Then there was a vicious snarling 59 in the mouth of the shelter and the plunge 60 and thump 61 of living things. Someone tripped over Ralph and Piggy's corner became a complication of snarls 62 and crashes and flying limbs. Ralph hit out; then he and what seemed like a dozen others were rolling over and over, hitting, biting, scratching. He was torn and jolted 63, found fingers in his mouth and bit them. A fist withdrew and came back like a piston 64, so that the whole shelter exploded into light. Ralph twisted sideways on top of a writhing 65 body and felt hot breath on his cheek. He began to pound the mouth below him, using his clenched fist as a hammer; he hit with more and more passionate 66 hysteria as the face became slippery. A knee jerked up between his legs and he fell sideways, busying himself with his pain, and the fight rolled over him. Then the shelter collapsed 67 with smothering 68 finality; and the anonymous 69 shapes fought their way out and through. Dark figures drew themselves out of the wreckage 70 and flitted away, till the screams of the littluns and Piggy's gasps 71 were once more audible.
Ralph called out in a quavering voice.
"All you littluns, go to sleep. We've had a fight with the others. Now go to sleep."
Samneric came close and peered at Ralph.
"Are you two all right?"
"I think so―"
"―I got busted 72."
"So did I. How's Piggy?"
They hauled Piggy clear of the wreckage and leaned him against a tree. The night was cool and purged 73 of immediate 74 terror. Piggy's breathing was a little easier.
"Did you get hurt, Piggy?"
"Not much."
"That was Jack 75 and his hunters," said Ralph bitterly. "Why can't they leave us alone?"
"We gave them something to think about," said Sam. Honesty compelled him to go on. "At least you did. I got mixed up with myself in a corner."
"I gave one of 'em what for," said Ralph, "I smashed him up all right. He won't want to come and fight us again in a hurry."
"So did I," said Eric. "When I woke up one was kicking me in the face. I got an awful bloody face, I think, Ralph. But I did him in the end."
"What did you do?"
"I got my knee up," said Eric with simple pride, "and I hit him with it in the pills. You should have heard him holler! He won't come back in a hurry either. So we didn't do too badly."
Ralph moved suddenly in the dark; but then he heard Eric working his mouth.
"What's the matter?"
"Jus' a tooth loose."
Piggy drew up his legs.
"You all right, Piggy?"
"I thought they wanted the conch."
Ralph trotted 76 down the pale beach and jumped on to the platform. The conch still glimmered 77 by the chief's seat. He gazed for a moment or two, then went back to Piggy.
"They didn't take the conch."
"I know. They didn't come for the conch. They came for something else. Ralph―what am I going to do?"
Far off along the bowstave of beach, three figures trotted toward the Castle Rock. They kept away from the forest and down by the water. Occasionally they sang softly; occasionally they turned cartwheels down by the moving streak 78 of phosphorescence. The chief led then, trotting 79 steadily 80, exulting 81 in his achievement. He was a chief now in truth; and he made stabbing motions with his spear. From his left hand dangled 82 Piggy's broken glasses.