第35章 THE PRINCESS(8)

"Motomoe made a movement that attracted my attention.At the same time he growled out loud, as if he hated himself, 'I'm a fool.' What he had done was to pick up a cane-knife - you know the kind, as big as a machete and as heavy.And I was grateful to him in advance for putting me out of my misery.There wasn't any sense in slowly feeding in till my head was crushed, and already my arm was pulped half way from elbow to shoulder, and the pulping was going right on.So I was grateful, as I bent my head to the blow.

"'Get your head out of the way, you idiot!' he barked at me.

"And then I understood and obeyed.I was a big man, and he took two hacks to do it; but he hacked my arm off just outside the shoulder and dragged me back and laid me down on the cane.

"Yes, the sugar paid - enormously; and I built for the Princess the church of her saintly dream, and...she married me."He partly assuaged his thirst, and uttered his final word.

"Alackaday! Shuttlecock and battle-dore.And this at, the end of it all, lined with boilerplate that even alcohol will not corrode and that only alcohol will tickle.Yet have I lived, and I kiss my hand to the dear dust of my Princess long asleep in the great mausoleum of King John that looks across the Vale of Manona to the alien flag that floats over the bungalow of the British Government House..."Fatty pledged him sympathetically, and sympathetically drank out ofhis own small can.Bruce Cadogan Cavendish glared into the fire with implacable bitterness.He was a man who preferred to drink by himself.Across the thin lips that composed the cruel slash of his mouth played twitches of mockery that caught Fatty's eye.And Fatty, making sure first that his rock-chunk was within reach, challenged.

"Well, how about yourself, Bruce Cadogan Cavendish? It's your turn."The other lifted bleak eyes that bored into Fatty's until he physically betrayed uncomfortableness."I've lived a hard life," Slim grated harshly."What do I know about love passages?""No man of your build and make-up could have escaped them," Fatty wheedled.

"And what of it?" Slim snarled."It's no reason for a gentleman to boast of amorous triumphs.""Oh, go on, be a good fellow," Fatty urged."The night's still young.We've still some drink left.Delarouse and I have contributed our share.It isn't often that three real ones like us get together for a telling.Surely you've got at least one adventure in love you aren't ashamed to tell about - "Bruce Cadogan Cavendish pulled forth his iron quoit and seemed to debate whether or not he should brain the other.He sighed, and put back the quoit.

"Very well, if you will have it," he surrendered with manifest reluctance."Like you two, I have had a remarkable constitution.And right now, speaking of armour-plate lining, I could drink the both of you down when you were at your prime.Like you two, my beginnings were far distant and different.That I am marked with the hall-mark of gentlehood there is no discussion...unless either of you care to discuss the matter now..."His one hand slipped into his pocket and clutched the quoit.Neither of his auditors spoke nor betrayed any awareness of his menace.

"It occurred a thousand miles to the westward of Manatomana, on the island of Tagalag," he continued abruptly, with an air of saturnine disappointment in that there had been no discussion."But first I must tellyou of how I got to Tagalag.For reasons I shall not mention, by paths of descent I shall not describe, in the crown of my manhood and the prime of my devilishness in which Oxford renegades and racing younger sons had nothing on me, I found myself master and owner of a schooner so well known that she shall remain historically nameless.I was running blackbird labour from the west South Pacific and the Coral Sea to the plantations of Hawaii and the nitrate mines of Chili - ""It was you who cleaned out the entire population of - " Fatty exploded, ere he could check his speech.

The one hand of Bruce Cadogan Cavendish flashed pocketward and flashed back with the quoit balanced ripe for business.

"Proceed," Fatty sighed."I...I have quite forgotten what I was going to say.""Beastly funny country over that way," the narrator drawled with perfect casualness."You've read this Sea Wolf stuff - ""You weren't the Sea Wolf," Whiskers broke in with involuntary positiveness.

"No, sir," was the snarling answer."The Sea Wolf's dead, isn't he? And I'm still alive, aren't I?""Of course, of course," Whiskers conceded."He suffocated head- first in the mud off a wharf in Victoria a couple of years back.""As I was saying - and I don't like interruptions," Bruce Cadogan Cavendish proceeded, "it's a beastly funny country over that way.I was at Taki-Tiki, a low island that politically belongs to the Solomons, but that geologically doesn't at all, for the Solomons are high islands.Ethnographically it belongs to Polynesia, Melanesia, and Micronesia, because all the breeds of the South Pacific have gravitated to it by canoe- drift and intricately, degeneratively, and amazingly interbred.The scum of the scrapings of the bottom of the human pit, biologically speaking, resides in Taka-Tiki.And I know the bottom and whereof I speak.