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;It's Trafalgar Day察─went on Selina察trancedly察 Trafalgar Day

and nobody cares 



Something in her tone told Harold that he was not behaving quite

becomingly。  He didn't exactly know in what manner察still察he

abandoned his mole´hunt for a more courteous attitude of

attention。



;Over there察─resumed Selinashe was gazing out in the direction

of the old highroad;over there the coaches used to go by。 

Uncle Thomas was telling me about it the other day。  And the

people used to watch for 'em coming察to tell the time by察and

p'r'aps to get their parcels。  And one morningthey wouldn't be

expecting anything differentone morning察first there would be a

cloud of dust察as usual察and then the coach would come racing

by察and THEN they would know  For the coach would be dressed

in laurel察all laurel from stem to stern  And the coachman would

be wearing laurel察and the guard would be wearing laurel察and

then they would know察then they would know 



Harold listened in respectful silence。  He would much rather have

been hunting the mole察who must have been a mile away by this

time if he had his wits about him。  But he had all the natural

instincts of a gentleman察of whom it is one of the principal

marks察if not the complete definition察never to show signs of

being bored。



Selina rose to her feet察and paced the turf restlessly with a

short quarter´deck walk。



;Why can't we DO something拭─she burst out presently。 

;HEhe did everythingwhy can't we do anything for him拭



;WHO did everything拭─inquired Harold察meekly。  It was useless

wasting further longings on that mole。  Like the dead察he

travelled fast。



;Why察Nelson察of course察─said Selina察shortly察still looking

restlessly around for help or suggestion。



;But he'she's DEAD察isn't he拭─asked Harold察slightly

puzzled。



;What's that got to do with it拭─retorted his sister察resuming

her caged´lion promenade。



Harold was somewhat taken aback。  In the case of the pig察for

instance察whose last outcry had now passed into stillness察he had

considered the chapter as finally closed。  Whatever innocent

mirth the holidays might hold in store for Edward察that

particular pig察at least察would not be a contributor。  And now he

was given to understand that the situation had not materially

changed  He would have to revise his ideas察it seemed。 

Sitting up on end察he looked towards the garden for assistance in

the task。  Thence察even as he gazed察a tiny column of smoke rose

straight up into the still air。  The gardener had been sweeping

that afternoon察and now察an unconscious priest察was offering his

sacrifice of autumn leaves to the calm´eyed goddess of changing

hues and chill forebodings who was moving slowly about the land

that golden afternoon。  Harold was up and off in a moment

forgetting Nelson察forgetting the pig察the mole察the Larkin

betrayal察and Selina's strange fever of conscience。  Here was

fire察real fire察to play with察and that was even better than

messing with water察or remodelling the plastic surface of the

earth。  Of all the toys the world provides for right´minded

persons察the original elements rank easily the first。



But Selina sat on where she was察her chin on her fists察and

her fancies whirled and drifted察here and there察in curls and

eddies察along with the smoke she was watching。  As the quick´

footed dusk of the short October day stepped lightly over the

garden察little red tongues of fire might be seen to leap and

vanish in the smoke。  Harold察anon staggering under armfuls of

leaves察anon stoking vigorously察was discernible only at fitful

intervals。  It was another sort of smoke that the inner eye of

Selina was looking upona smoke that hung in sullen banks round

the masts and the hulls of the fighting ships察a smoke from

beneath which came thunder and the crash and the splinter´rip

the shout of the boarding party察the choking sob of the gunner

stretched by his gun察a smoke from out of which at last she saw

as through a riven pall察the radiant spirit of the Victor

crowned with the coronal of a perfect death察leap in full

assurance up into the ether that Immortals breathe。  The dusk was

glooming towards darkness when she rose and moved slowly down

towards the beckoning fire察something of the priestess in her

stride察something of the devotee in the set purpose of her eye。



The leaves were well alight by this time察and Harold had just

added an old furze bush察which flamed and crackled stirringly。



;Go 'n' get some more sticks察─ordered Selina察 and shavings察'n'

chunks of wood察'n' anything you can find。  Look herein the

kitchen´garden there's a pile of old pea´sticks。  Fetch as many

as you can carry察and then go back and bring some more 



;But I say察─began Harold察amazedly察scarce knowing his sister

and with a vision of a frenzied gardener察pea´stickless and

threatening retribution。



;Go and fetch 'em quick  ─shouted Selina察stamping with

impatience。



Harold ran off at once察true to the stern system of discipline in

which he had been nurtured。  But his eyes were like round O's

and as he ran he talked fast to himself察in evident disorder of

mind。



The pea´sticks made a rare blaze察and the fire察no longer

smouldering sullenly察leapt up and began to assume the appearance

of a genuine bonfire。  Harold察awed into silence at first察began

to jump round it with shouts of triumph。  Selina looked on

grimly察with knitted brow察she was not yet fully satisfied。 

;Can't you get any more sticks拭─she said presently。  ;Go and

hunt about。  Get some old hampers and matting and things out of

the tool´house。  Smash up that old cucumber frame Edward shoved

you into察the day we were playing scouts and Mohicans。  Stop

a bit  Hooray  I know。  You come along with me。;



Hard by there was a hot´house察Aunt Eliza's special pride and

joy察and even grimly approved of by the gardener。  At one end察in

an out´house adjoining察the necessary firing was stored察and to

this sacred fuel察of which we were strictly forbidden to touch a

stick察Selina went straight。  Harold followed obediently

prepared for any crime after that of the pea´sticks察but pinching

himself to see if he were really awake。



;You bring some coals察─said Selina briefly察without any palaver

or pro´and´con discussion。  ;Here's a basket。  I'LL manage the

faggots 



In a very few minutes there was little doubt about its being a

genuine bonfire and no paltry makeshift。  Selina察a Maenad now

hatless and tossing disordered locks察all the dross of the young

lady purged out of her察stalked around the pyre of her own

purloining察or prodded it with a pea´stick。  And as she prodded

she murmured at intervals察 I KNEW there was something we

could do  It isn't muchbut still it's SOMETHING 



The gardener had gone home to his tea。  Aunt Eliza had driven out

for hers a long way off察and was not expected back till quite

late察and this far end of the garden was not overlooked by any

windows。  So the Tribute blazed on merrily unchecked。  Villagers

far away察catching sight of the flare察muttered something about

;them young devils at their tricks again察─and trudged on beer´

wards。  Never a thought of what day it was察never a thought for

Nelson察who preserved their honest pint´pots察to be paid for in

honest pence察and saved them from litres and decimal coinage。 

Nearer at hand察frightened rabbits popped up and vanished with a

flick of white tails察scared birds fluttered among the

branches察or sped across the glade to quieter sleeping´quarters

but never a bird nor a beast gave a thought to the hero to whom

they owed it that each year their little homes of horsehair

wool察or moss察were safe stablished 'neath the flap of the

British flag察and that Game Laws察quietly permanent察made la

chasse a terror only to their betters。  No one seemed to know

nor to care察nor to sympathise。  In all the ecstasy of her burnt´

offering and sacrifice察Selina stood alone。



And yetnot quite alone  For察as the fire was roaring at its

best察certain stars stepped delicately forth on the surface of

the immensity above察and peered down doubtfullywith wonder at

first察then with interest察then with recognition察with a start of

glad surprise。  THEY at least knew all about it察THEY


understood。  Among THEM the Name was a daily familiar

word察his story was a part of the music to which they swung

himself was their fellow and their mate and comrade。  So they

peeped察and winked察and peeped again察and called to their laggard

brothers to come quick and see。





。   。   。   。   。   。   。



;The best of life is but intoxication察─and Selina察who during

her brief inebriation had lived in an ecstasy as golden as our

drab existence affords察had to experience the inevitable

bitterness of awakening sobriety察when the dying down of the

flames into sullen embers coincided with the

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