by Pat Barker
And then suddenly it was over. The mangled words faded into silence, and a moment or two later, with an odd movement of the chest and stomach muscles like somebody taking off a too tight jumper, Hallet died.
Rivers reached the bedside before the family realized he was gone, closed the one eye, and from sheer force of habit looked at his watch.
‘6.25,’ he said, addressing Sister Roberts.
He raised the sheet as far as Hallet’s chin, arranged his arms by his sides and withdrew silently, leaving the family alone with their grief, wishing, as he pulled the screens more closely together, that he had not seen the young girl turn aside to hide her expression of relief.
On the edge of the canal the Manchesters lie, eyes still open, limbs not yet decently arranged, for the stretcher-bearers have departed with the last of the wounded, and the dead are left alone. The battle has withdrawn from them; the bridge they succeeded in building was destroyed by a single shell. Further down the canal another and more successful crossing is being attempted, but the cries and shouts come faintly here.
The sun has risen. The first shaft strikes the water and creeps towards them along the bank, discovering here the back of a hand, there the side of a neck, lending a rosy glow to skin from which the blood has fled, and then, finding nothing here that can respond to it, the shaft of light passes over them and begins to probe the distant fields.
Grey light tinged with rosy pink seeps in through the tall windows. Rivers, slumped at the night nurses’ station, struggles to stay awake. On the edge of sleep he hears Njiru’s voice, repeating the words of the exorcism of Ave.
O Sumbi! O Gesese! O Palapoko! O Gorepoko! O you Ngengere at the root of the sky. Go down, depart ye.
And there, suddenly, not separate from the ward, not in any way ghostly, not in fashion blong tomate, but himself in every particular, advancing down the ward of the Empire Hospital, attended by his shadowy retinue, as Rivers had so often seen him on the coastal path on Eddystone, came Njiru.
There is an end of men, an end of chiefs, an end of chieftains’ wives, an end of chiefs’ children – then go down and depart. Do not yearn for us, the fingerless, the crippled, the broken. Go down and depart, oh, oh, oh.
He bent over Rivers, staring into his face with those piercing hooded eyes. A long moment, and then the brown face, with its streaks of lime, faded into the light of the daytime ward.
Author’s Note
The reader may wish to know more about some of the historical characters encountered in this novel.
Colonel Marshall-of-the-Ten-Wounds was killed attempting to cross the Sambre-Oise canal, having led his men ‘without regard for his personal safety’. He was awarded a posthumous VC.
James Kirk, who paddled himself out on to the canal to give covering fire, was also awarded a posthumous VC.
Wilfred Owen’s MC, for gallantry in capturing an enemy machine-gun and inflicting ‘considerable losses’ on the enemy at the battle of Joncourt, was awarded after his death.
Rivers drew on his Eddystone data in several published papers, but the major joint work he and Hocart planned was never written. His notebooks are in the Rare Manuscripts Department of Cambridge University Library.
Njiru, Kundaite, Namboko Taru, Namboko Emele, Nareti, Lembu and the captive child are also historical, but of them nothing more is known.
The following works can be unreservedly recommended:
W. H. R. Rivers by Richard Slobodin (Columbia University Press, 1978)
Memories of Lewis Carroll by Katharine Rivers, with an Introduction by Richard Slobodin (Library Research News, McMaster University, 1976)
Collected Letters of Wilfred Owen (Oxford University Press, 1967)
Wilfred Owen by Jon Stallworthy (Oxford University Press, 1974)
Owen the Poet by Dominic Hibberd (Macmillan, 1986)
Wilfred Owen, The Last Year by Dominic Hibberd (Constable, 1992)
Wilfred Owen’s Voices: Language and Community by Douglas Kerr (Clarendon Press, 1993)
Wilfred Owen, Poet and Soldier by Helen McPhail (Gliddon Books in association with the Wilfred Owen Association, 1993)
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First published by Viking 1995
First published in Penguin Books 1996
This edition published 2008
Copyright © Pat Barker, 1995
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ISBN: 978-0-14-191771-9