【有声英语文学名著】蝇王（4b）

 ( CHAPTER FOUR - Continued )

Piggy was looking in the right direction now.
“It don’t look much.”
He turned round and peered up at the mountain. Ralph continued to watch the ship, ravenously 1. Colour was coming back into his face. Simon stood by him, silent.
“I know I can’t see very much,” said Piggy, “but have we got any smoke?”
Ralph moved impatiently, still watching the ship.
“The smoke on the mountain”
Maurice came running, and stared out to sea. Both Simon and Piggy were looking up at the mountain. Piggy screwed up his face but Simon cried out as though he had hurt himself.
“Ralph! Ralph!”
The quality of his speech slewed 2 Ralph on the sand.
“You tell me,” said Piggy anxiously. “Is there a signal?”
Ralph looked back at the dispersing 3 smoke on the horizon, then up at the mountain.
“Ralph—please! Is there a signal?”
Simon put out his hand, timidly, to touch Ralph; but Ralph started to run, splashing through the shallow end of the bathing-pool, across the hot, white sand and under the palms. A moment later, he was battling with the complex undergrowth that was already engulfing 4 the scar. Simon ran after him, then Maurice. Piggy shouted.
“Ralph! Please—Ralph!”
Then he too started to run, stumbling over Maurice’s discarded shorts before he was across the terrace. Behind the four boys, the smoke moved gently along the horizon; and on the beach, Henry and Johnny were throwing sand at Percival who was crying quietly again; and all three were in complete ignorance of the excitement.
By the time Ralph had reached the landward end of the scar he was using precious breath to swear. He did desperate violence to his naked body among the rasping creepers so that blood was sliding over him. Just where the steep ascent 6 of the mountain began, he stopped. Maurice was only a few yards behind him.
“Piggy’s specs!” shouted Ralph, “if the fire’s right out, we’ll need them——”
He stopped shouting and swayed on his feet. Piggy was only just visible, bumbling up from the beach. Ralph looked at the horizon, then up to the mountain. Was it better to fetch Piggy’s glasses, or would the ship have gone? Or if they climbed on, supposing the fire was right out, and they had to watch Piggy crawling nearer and the ship sinking under the horizon? Balanced on a high peak of need, agonized 7 by indecision, Ralph cried out:
“Oh God, oh God!”
Simon, struggling with bushes, caught his breath. His face was twisted. Ralph blundered on, savaging 8 himself, as the wisp of smoke moved on.
The fire was dead. They saw that straight away; saw what they had really known down on the beach when the smoke of home had beckoned 9. The fire was right out, smokeless and dead; the watchers were gone. A pile of unused fuel lay ready.
Ralph turned to the sea. The horizon stretched, impersonal 10 once more, barren of all but the faintest trace of smoke. Ralph ran stumbling along the rocks, saved himself on the edge of the pink cliff, and screamed at the ship.
“Come back! Come back!”
He ran backwards 11 and forwards along the cliff, his face always to the sea, and his voice rose insanely.
“Come back! Come back!”
Simon and Maurice arrived. Ralph looked at them with unwinking eyes. Simon turned away, smearing 12 the water from his cheeks. Ralph reached inside himself for the worst word he knew.
“They let the bloody 13 fire out.”
He looked down the unfriendly side of the mountain. Piggy arrived, out of breath and whimpering like a littlun. Ralph clenched 14 his fist and went very red. The intentness of his gaze, the bitterness of his voice pointed 15 for him.
“There they are.”
A procession had appeared, far down among the pink screes that lay near the water’s edge. Some of the boys wore black caps but otherwise they were almost naked. They lifted sticks in the air together, whenever they came to an easy patch. They were chanting, something to do with the bundle that the errant twins carried so carefully. Ralph picked out Jack 16 easily, even at that distance, tall, red-haired, and inevitably 17 leading the procession.
Simon looked now, from Ralph to Jack, as he had looked from Ralph to the horizon, and what he saw seemed to make him afraid. Ralph said nothing more, but waited while the procession came nearer. The chant was audible but at that distance still wordless. Behind Jack walked the twins, carrying a great stake on their shoulders. The gutted 18 carcass of a pig swung from the stake, swinging heavily as the twins toiled 19 over the uneven 20 ground. The pig’s head hung down with gaping 21 neck and seemed to search for something on the ground. At last the words of the chant floated up to them, across the bowl of blackened wood and ashes.
“Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Spill her blood.”
Yet as the words became audible, the procession reached the steepest part of the mountain, and in a minute or two the chant had died away. Piggy snivelled and Simon shushed him quickly as though he had spoken too loudly in church.
Jack, his face smeared 23 with clays, reached the top first and hailed Ralph excitedly, with lifted spear.
“Look! We’ve killed a pig—we stole up on them—we got in a circle——”
Voices broke in from the hunters.
“We got in a circle——”
“We crept up——”
“The pig squealed——”
The twins stood with the pig swinging between them, dropping black gouts on the rock. They seemed to share one wide, ecstatic grin. Jack had too many things to tell Ralph at once. Instead, he danced a step or two, then remembered his dignity and stood still, grinning. He noticed blood on his hands and grimaced 24 distastefully, looked for something on which to clean them, then wiped them on his shorts and laughed.
Ralph spoke 22.
“You let the fire out.”
Jack checked, vaguely 25 irritated by this irrelevance 26 but too happy to let it worry him.
“We can light the fire again. You should have been with us, Ralph. We had a smashing time. The twins got knocked over——”
“We hit the pig——”
“—I fell on top——”
“I cut the pig’s throat,” said Jack, proudly, and yet twitched 28 as he said it. “Can I borrow yours, Ralph, to make a nick in the hilt?”
The boys chattered 29 and danced. The twins continued to grin.
“There was lashings of blood,” said Jack, laughing and shuddering 30, “you should have seen it!”
“We’ll go hunting every day——”
Ralph spoke again, hoarsely 31. He had not moved.
“You let the fire out.”
This repetition made Jack uneasy. He looked at the twins and then back at Ralph.
“We had to have them in the hunt,” he said, “or there wouldn’t have been enough for a ring.”
He flushed, conscious of a fault.
“The fire’s only been out an hour or two. We can light up again——”
He noticed Ralph’s scarred nakedness, and the sombre silence of all four of them. He sought, charitable in his happiness, to include them in the thing that had happened. His mind was crowded with memories; memories of the knowledge that had come to them when they closed in on the struggling pig, knowledge that they had outwitted a living thing, imposed their will upon it, taken away its life like a long satisfying drink.
He spread his arms wide.
“You should have seen the blood!”
The hunters were more silent now, but at this they buzzed again. Ralph flung back his hair. One arm pointed at the empty horizon. His voice was loud and savage 32, and struck them into silence.
“There was a ship.”
Jack, faced at once with too many awful implications, ducked away from them. He laid a hand on the pig and drew his knife. Ralph brought his arm down, fist clenched, and his voice shook.
“There was a ship. Out there. You said you’d keep the fire going and you let it out!” He took a step towards Jack who turned and faced him.
“They might have seen us. We might have gone home—”
This was too bitter for Piggy, who forgot his timidity in the agony of his loss. He began to cry out, shrilly 33:
“You and your blood, Jack Merridew! You and your hunting! We might have gone home——”
Ralph pushed Piggy on one side.
“I was chief; and you were going to do what I said. You talk. But you can’t even build huts—then you go off hunting and let out the fire——”
He turned away, silent for a moment. Then his voice came again on a peak of feeling.
“There was a ship——”
One of the smaller hunters began to wail 34. The dismal 35 truth was filtering through to everybody. Jack went very red as he hacked 36 and pulled at the pig.
“The job was too much. We needed everyone.”
Ralph turned.
“You could have had everyone when the shelters were finished. But you had to hunt——”
“We needed meat.”
Jack stood up as he said this, the bloodied 37 knife in his hand. The two boys faced each other. There was the brilliant world of hunting, tactics, fierce exhilaration, skill; and there was the world of longing 38 and baffled commonsense 39. Jack transferred the knife to his left hand and smudged blood over his forehead as he pushed down the plastered hair.
Piggy began again.
“You didn’t ought to have let that fire out. You said you’d keep the smoke going——”
This from Piggy, and the wails 40 of agreement from some of the hunters drove Jack to violence. The bolting look came into his blue eyes. He took a step, and able at last to hit someone, stuck his fist into Piggy’s stomach. Piggy sat down with a grunt 41. Jack stood over him. His voice was vicious with humiliation 42.
“You would, would you? Fatty!”
Ralph made a step forward and Jack smacked 43 Piggy’s head. Piggy’s glasses flew off and tinkled 44 on the rocks. Piggy cried out in terror:
“My specs!”
He went crouching 45 and feeling over the rocks but Simon, who got there first, found them for him. Passions beat about Simon on the mountain-top with awful wings.
“One side’s broken.”
Piggy grabbed and put on the glasses. He looked malevolently 46 at Jack.
“I got to have them specs. Now I only got one eye. Jus’ you wait——”
Jack made a move towards Piggy who scrambled 48 away till a great rock lay between them. He thrust his head over the top and glared at Jack through his one flashing glass.
“Now I only got one eye. Just you wait——”
Jack mimicked 49 the whine 50 and scramble 47.
“Jus’ you wait—yah!”
Piggy and the parody 51 were so funny that the hunters began to laugh. Jack felt encouraged. He went on scrambling 52 and the laughter rose to a gale 53 of hysteria. Unwillingly 54 Ralph felt his lips twitch 27; he was angry with himself for giving way.
He muttered.
“That was a dirty trick.”
Jack broke out of his gyration 55 and stood facing Ralph. His words came in a shout.
“All right, all right!”
He looked at Piggy, at the hunters, at Ralph.
“I’m sorry. About the fire, I mean. There. I——”
He drew himself up.
“—I apologize.”
The buzz from the hunters was one of admiration 56 at this handsome behaviour. Clearly they were of the opinion that Jack had done the decent thing, had put himself in the right by his generous apology and Ralph, obscurely, in the wrong. They waited for an appropriately decent answer.
Yet Ralph’s throat refused to pass one. He resented, as an addition to Jack’s misbehaviour, this verbal trick. The fire was dead, the ship was gone. Could they not see? Anger instead of decency 57 passed his throat.
“That was a dirty trick.”
They were silent on the mountain-top while the opaque 58 look appeared in Jack’s eyes and passed away.
Ralph’s final word was an ungracious mutter.
“All right. Light the fire.”
With some positive action before them, a little of the tension died. Ralph said no more, did nothing, stood looking down at the ashes round his feet. Jack was loud and active. He gave orders, sang, whistled, threw remarks at the silent Ralph—remarks that did not need an answer, and therefore could not invite a snub; and still Ralph was silent. No one, not even Jack, would ask him to move and in the end they had to build the fire three yards away and in a place not really as convenient. So Ralph asserted his chieftainship and could not have chosen a better way if he had thought for days. Against this weapon, so indefinable and so effective, Jack was powerless and raged without knowing why. By the time the pile was built, they were on different sides of a high barrier.
When they had dealt with the fire another crisis arose. Jack had no means of lighting 59 it. Then to his surprise, Ralph went to Piggy and took the glasses from him. Not even Ralph knew how a link between him and Jack had been snapped and fastened elsewhere.
“I’ll bring ’em back.”
“I’ll come too.”
Piggy stood behind him, islanded in a sea of meaningless colour, while Ralph knelt and focused the glossy 60 spot. Instantly the fire was alight Piggy held out his hands and grabbed the glasses back.
Before these fantastically attractive flowers of violet and red and yellow, unkindness melted away. They became a circle of boys round a camp fire and even Piggy and Ralph were half-drawn in. Soon some of the boys were rushing down the slope for more wood while Jack hacked the pig. They tried holding the whole carcass on a stake over the fire, but the stake burnt more quickly than the pig roasted. In the end they skewered 61 bits of meat on branches and held them in the flames: and even then almost as much boy was roasted as meat.
Ralph dribbled 62. He meant to refuse meat but his past diet of fruit and nuts, with an odd crab 63 or fish, gave him too little resistance. He accepted a piece of half-raw meat and gnawed 64 it like a wolf.
Piggy spoke, also dribbling 65.
“Aren’t I having none?”
Jack had meant to leave him in doubt, as an assertion of power; but Piggy by advertising 66 his omission 67 made more cruelty necessary.
“You didn’t hunt.”
“No more did Ralph,” said Piggy wetly, “nor Simon.” He amplified 68. “There isn’t more than a ha’porth of meat in a crab.”
Ralph stirred uneasily. Simon, sitting between the twins and Piggy, wiped his mouth and shoved his piece of meat over the rocks to Piggy, who grabbed it. The twins giggled 69 and Simon lowered his face in shame.
Then Jack leapt to his feet, slashed 70 off a great hunk of meat, and flung it down at Simon’s feet.
“Eat! Damn you!”
He glared at Simon.
“Take it!”
He spun 71 on his heel, centre of a bewildered circle of boys.
“I got you meat!”
Numberless and inexpressible frustrations 72 combined to make his rage elemental and awe-inspiring.
“I painted my face—I stole up. Now you eat—all of you—and I——”
Slowly the silence on the mountain-top deepened till the click of the fire and the soft hiss 73 of roasting meat could be heard clearly. Jack looked round for understanding but found only respect. Ralph stood among the ashes of the signal fire, his hands full of meat, saying nothing.
Then at last Maurice broke the silence. He changed the subject to the only one that could bring the majority of them together.
“Where did you find the pig?”
Roger pointed down the unfriendly side.
“They were there—by the sea.”
Jack, recovering, could not bear to have his story told. He broke in quickly.
“We spread round. I crept, on hands and knees. The spears fell out because they hadn’t barbs 74 on. The pig ran away and made an awful noise——”
“It turned back and ran into the circle, bleeding——”
All the boys were talking at once, relieved and excited.
“We closed in——”
The first blow had paralysed its hind 5 quarters, so then the circle could close in and beat and beat—
“I cut the pig’s throat——”
The twins, still sharing their identical grin, jumped up and ran round each other. Then the rest joined in, making pig-dying noises and shouting.
“One for his nob!”
“Give him a fourpenny one!”
Then Maurice pretended to be the pig and ran squealing 75 into the centre, and the hunters, circling still, pretended to beat him. As they danced, they sang.
“Kill the pig. Cut her throat. Bash her in.”
Ralph watched them, envious 76 and resentful. Not till they flagged and the chant died away, did he speak.
“I’m calling an assembly.”
One by one, they halted, and stood watching him.
“With the conch. I’m calling a meeting even if we have to go on into the dark. Down on the platform. When I blow it. Now.”
He turned away and walked off, down the mountain.