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( CHAPTER ONE - Continued )
Within the diamond haze1 of the beach something dark was fumbling2 along. Ralph saw it first, and watched till the intentness of his gaze drew all eyes that way. Then the creature stepped from mirage3 on to clear sand, and they saw that the darkness was not all shadow but mostly clothing. The creature was a party of boys, marching approximately in step in two parallel lines and dressed in strangely eccentric clothing. Shorts, shirts, and different garments they carried in their hands: but each boy wore a square black cap with a silver badge in it. Their bodies, from throat to ankle, were hidden by black cloaks which bore a long silver cross on the left breast and each neck was finished off with a hambone frill. The heat of the tropics, the descent, the search for food, and now this sweaty march along the blazing beach had given them the complexions5 of newly washed plums. The boy who controlled them was dressed in the same way though his cap badge was golden. When his party was about ten yards from the platform he shouted an order and they halted, gasping6, sweating, swaying in the fierce light. The boy himself came forward, vaulted7 on to the platform with his cloak flying, and peered into what to him was almost complete darkness.
Ralph, sensing his sun-blindness, answered him.
“There’s no man with a trumpet. Only me.”
The boy came close and peered down at Ralph, screwing up his face as he did so. What he saw of the fair-haired boy with the creamy shell on his knees did not seem to satisfy him. He turned quickly, his black cloak circling.
“Isn’t there a ship, then?”
Inside the floating cloak he was tall, thin, and bony: and his hair was red beneath the black cap. His face was crumpled9 and freckled10, and ugly without silliness. Out of this face stared two light blue eyes, frustrated11 now, and turning, or ready to turn, to anger.
“Isn’t there a man here?”
“No. We’re having a meeting. Come and join in.”
Wearily obedient, the choir huddled15 into line and stood there swaying in the sun. None the less, some began to protest faintly.
“But, Merridew. Please, Merridew … can’t we?”
Then one of the boys flopped16 on his face in the sand and the line broke up. They heaved the fallen boy to the platform and let him lie. Merridew, his eyes staring, made the best of a bad job.
“All right then. Sit down. Let him alone.”
“But Merridew.”
“He’s always throwing a faint,” said Merridew. “He did in Gib.; and Addis; and at matins over the precentor.”
This last piece of shop brought sniggers from the choir, who perched like black birds on the criss-cross trunks and examined Ralph with interest. Piggy asked no names. He was intimidated17 by this uniformed superiority and the off-hand authority in Merridew’s voice. He shrank to the other side of Ralph and busied himself with his glasses.
Merridew turned to Ralph.
“Aren’t there any grown-ups?”
“No.”
Merridew sat down on a trunk and looked round the circle.
“Then we’ll have to look after ourselves.”
Secure on the other side of Ralph, Piggy spoke timidly.
“That’s why Ralph made a meeting. So as we can decide what to do. We’ve heard names. That’s Johnny. Those two—they’re twins, Sam ’n Eric. Which is Eric—? You? No—you’re Sam——”
“I’m Sam——”
“’n I’m Eric.”
“We’d better all have names,” said Ralph, “so I’m Ralph.”
“We got most names,” said Piggy. “Got ’em just now.”
Ralph turned to him quickly. This was the voice of one who knew his own mind.
“Then,” went on Piggy, “that boy—I forget——”
“You’re talking too much,” said Jack Merridew. “Shut up, Fatty.”
Laughter arose.
“He’s not Fatty,” cried Ralph, “his real name’s Piggy!’
“Piggy!”
“Piggy!”
“Oh, Piggy!”
A storm of laughter arose and even the tiniest child joined in. For the moment the boys were a closed circuit of sympathy with Piggy outside: he went very pink, bowed his head and cleaned his glasses again.
Finally the laughter died away and the naming continued. There was Maurice, next in size among the choir boys to Jack, but broad and grinning all the time. There was a slight, furtive19 boy whom no one knew, who kept to himself with an inner intensity20 of avoidance and secrecy21. He muttered that his name was Roger and was silent again. Bill, Robert, Harold, Henry; the choir boy who had fainted sat up against a palm trunk, smiled pallidly22 at Ralph and said that his name was Simon.
Jack spoke.
“We’ve got to decide about being rescued.”
There was a buzz. One of the small boys, Henry, said that he wanted to go home.
“Shut up,” said Ralph absently. He lifted the conch. “Seems to me we ought to have a chief to decide things.”
“A chief! A chief!”
“I ought to be chief,” said Jack with simple arrogance23, “because I’m chapter chorister and head boy. I can sing C sharp.”
Another buzz.
“Well then,” said Jack, “I——”
He hesitated. The dark boy, Roger, stirred at last and spoke up.
“Let’s have a vote.”
“Yes!”
“Vote for chief!”
“Let’s vote——”
This toy of voting was almost as pleasing as the conch. Jack started to protest but the clamour changed from the general wish for a chief to an election by acclaim24 of Ralph himself. None of the boys could have found good reason for this; what intelligence had been shown was traceable to Piggy while the most obvious leader was Jack. But there was a stillness about Ralph as he sat that marked him out: there was his size, and attractive appearance; and most obscurely, yet most powerfully, there was the conch. The being that had blown that, had sat waiting for them on the platform with the delicate thing balanced on his knees, was set apart.
“Him with the shell.”
“Ralph! Ralph!”
“Let him be chief with the trumpet-thing.”
Ralph raised a hand for silence.
“All right. Who wants Jack for chief?”
“Who wants me?”
Every hand outside the choir except Piggy’s was raised immediately. Then Piggy, too, raised his hand grudgingly27 into the air.
Ralph counted.
“I’m chief then.”
The circle of boys broke into applause. Even the choir applauded; and the freckles28 on Jack’s face disappeared under a blush of mortification29. He started up, then changed his mind and sat down again while the air rang. Ralph looked at him, eager to offer something.
“The choir belongs to you, of course.”
“They could be the army——”
“Or hunters——”
“They could be——”
“Jack’s in charge of the choir. They can be—what do you want them to be?”
“Hunters.”
Jack stood up.
“All right, choir. Take off your togs.”
As if released from class, the choir boys stood up, chattered32, piled their black cloaks on the grass. Jack laid his on the trunk by Ralph. His grey shorts were sticking to him with sweat. Ralph glanced at them admiringly, and when Jack saw his glance he explained.
“I tried to get over that hill to see if there was water all round. But your shell called us.”
Ralph smiled and held up the conch for silence.
“Listen, everybody. I’ve got to have time to think things out. I can’t decide what to do straight off. If this isn’t an island we might be rescued straight away. So we’ve got to decide if this is an island. Everybody must stay round here and wait and not go away. Three of us—if we take more we’d get all mixed, and lose each other—three of us will go on an expedition and find out. I’ll go, and Jack, and, and….”
He looked round the circle of eager faces. There was no lack of boys to choose from.
“And Simon.”
The boys round Simon giggled33, and he stood up, laugh. ing a little. Now that the pallor of his faint was over, he was a skinny, vivid little boy, with a glance coming up from under a hut of straight hair that hung down, black and coarse.
He nodded at Ralph.
“I’ll come.”
“And I——”
Jack snatched from behind him a sizable sheath-knife and clouted34 it into a trunk. The buzz rose and died away.
Piggy stirred.
“I’ll come.”
Ralph turned to him.
“You’re no good on a job like this.”
“All the same——”
“We don’t want you,” said Jack, flatly. “Three’s enough.”
Piggy’s glasses flashed.
“I was with him when he found the conch. I was with him before anyone else was.”
Jack and the others paid no attention. There was a general dispersal. Ralph, Jack and Simon jumped off the platform and walked along the sand past the bathing-pool. Piggy hung bumbling behind them.
“If Simon walks in the middle of us,” said Ralph, “then we could talk over his head.”
The three of them fell into step. This meant that every now and then Simon had to do a double shuffle35 to catch up with the others. Presently Ralph stopped and turned back to Piggy.
“Look.”
Jack and Simon pretended to notice nothing. They walked on.
“You can’t come.”
Piggy’s glasses were misted again—this time with humiliation36.
“You told ’em. After what I said.”
His face flushed, his mouth trembled.
“After I said I didn’t want——”
“What on earth are you talking about?”
“About being called Piggy. I said I didn’t care as long as they didn’t call me Piggy; an’ I said not to tell and then you went an’ said straight out——”
Stillness descended37 on them. Ralph, looking with more understanding at Piggy, saw that he was hurt and crushed. He hovered39 between the two courses of apology or further insult.
“Better Piggy than Fatty,” he said at last, with the directness of genuine leadership, “and anyway, I’m sorry if you feel like that. Now go back, Piggy, and take names. That’s your job. So long.”
He turned and raced after the other two. Piggy stood and the rose of indignation faded slowly from his cheeks. He went back to the platform.
The three boys walked briskly on the sand. The tide was low and there was a strip of weed-strewn beach that was almost as firm as a road. A kind of glamour40 was spread over them and the scene and they were conscious of the glamour and made happy by it. They turned to each other, laughing excitedly, talking, not listening. The air was bright. Ralph, faced by the task of translating all this into an explanation, stood on his head and fell over. When they had done laughing, Simon stroked Ralph’s arm shyly; and they had to laugh again.
“Come on,” said Jack presently, “we’re explorers.”
“We’ll go to the end of the island”, said Ralph, “and look round the corner.”
“If it is an island——”
Now, towards the end of the afternoon, the mirages41 were settling a little. They found the end of the island, quite distinct and not magicked out of shape or sense. There was a jumble42 of the usual squareness, with one great block sitting out in the lagoon43. Sea birds were nesting there.
“Like icing”, said Ralph, “on a pink cake.”
“We shan’t see round this corner,” said Jack, “because there isn’t one. Only a slow curve—and you can see, the rocks get worse——”
Ralph shaded his eyes and followed the jagged outline of the crags up towards the mountain. This part of the beach was nearer the mountain than any other that they had seen.
“We’ll try climbing the mountain from here,” he said. “I should think this is the easiest way. There’s less of that jungly stuff; and more pink rock. Come on.”
The three boys began to scramble44 up. Some unknown force had wrenched45 and shattered these cubes so that they lay askew46, often piled diminishingly on each other. The most usual feature of the rock was a pink cliff surmounted47 by a skewed block; and that again surmounted, and that again, till the pinkness became a stack of balanced rock projecting through the looped fantasy of the forest creepers. Where the pink cliffs rose out of the ground there were often narrow tracks winding48 upwards49. They could edge along them, deep in the plant world, their faces to the rock.
“What made this track?”
Jack paused, wiping the sweat from his face. Ralph stood by him, breathless.
“Men?”
Jack shook his head.
“Animals.”
Ralph peered into the darkness under the trees. The forest minutely vibrated.
“Come on.”
The difficulty was not the steep ascent50 round the shoulders of rock, but the occasional plunges51 through the undergrowth to get to the next path. Here, the roots and stems of creepers were in such tangles52 that the boys had to thread through them like pliant53 needles. Their only guide, apart from the brown ground and occasional flashes of light through the foliage54, was the tendency of slope: whether this hole, laced as it was with cables of creeper, stood higher than that.
Somehow, they moved up.
Immured55 in these tangles, at perhaps their most difficult moment, Ralph turned with shining eyes to the others.
“Wacco.”
“Wizard.”
“Smashing.”
The cause of their pleasure was not obvious. All three were hot, dirty and exhausted56. Ralph was badly scratched. The creepers were as thick as their thighs57 and left little but tunnels for further penetration58. Ralph shouted experimentally and they listened to the muted echoes.
“This is real exploring,” said Jack. “I bet nobody’s been here before.”
“We ought to draw a map,” said Ralph, “only we haven’t any paper.”
“We could make scratches on bark”, said Simon, “and rub black stuff in.’
Again came the solemn communion of shining eyes in the gloom.
“Wacco.”
“Wizard.”
There was no place for standing38 on one’s head. This time Ralph expressed the intensity of his emotion by pretending to knock Simon down; and soon they were a happy, heaving pile in the under-dusk.
When they had fallen apart Ralph spoke first.
“Got to get on.”
The pink granite59 of the next cliff was further back from the creepers and trees so that they could trot60 up the path. This again led into more open forest so that they had a glimpse of the spread sea. With openness came the sun; it dried the sweat that had soaked their clothes in the dark, damp heat. At last the way to the top looked like a scramble over pink rock, with no more plunging61 through darkness. The boys chose their way through defiles62 and over screes of sharp stone.
“Look! Look!”
High over this end of the island, the shattered rocks lifted up their stacks and chimneys. This one, against which Jack leaned, moved with a grating sound when they pushed.
“Come on——”
But not “Come on” to the top. The assault on the summit must wait while the three boys accepted this challenge. The rock was as large as a small motor car.
“Heave!”
“Heave!”
Increase the swing of the pendulum64, increase, increase, come up and bear against that point of furthest balance—increase—increase——
“Heave!”
The great rock loitered, poised65 on one toe, decided66 not to return, moved through the air, fell, struck, turned over, leapt droning through the air and smashed a deep hole in the canopy67 of the forest. Echoes and birds flew, white and pink dust floated, the forest further down shook as with the passage of an enraged68 monster: and then the island was still.
“Wacco!”
“Like a bomb!”
“Whee-aa-oo!”
Not for five minutes could they drag themselves away from this triumph. But they left at last.
The way to the top was easy after that. As they reached the last stretch Ralph stopped.
“Golly!”
They were on the lip of a cirque, or a half-cirque, in the side of the mountain. This was filled with a blue flower, a rock plant of some sort; and the overflow69 hung down the vent70 and spilled lavishly71 among the canopy of the forest. The air was thick with butterflies, lifting, fluttering, settling.
Beyond the cirque was the square top of the mountain and soon they were standing on it.
They had guessed before that this was an island: clambering among the pink rocks, with the sea on either side, and the crystal heights of air, they had known by some instinct that the sea lay on every side. But there seemed something more fitting in leaving the last word till they stood on the top, and could see a circular horizon of water.
Ralph turned to the others.
“This belongs to us.”
It was roughly boat-shaped: humped near this end with behind them the jumbled72 descent to the shore. On either side rocks, cliffs, tree-tops and a steep slope: forward there, the length of the boat, a tamer descent, tree-clad, with hints of pink: and then the jungly flat of the island, dense73 green, but drawn74 at the end to a pink tail. There, where the island petered out in water, was another island; a rock, almost detached, standing like a fort, facing them across the green with one bold, pink bastion.
The boys surveyed all this, then looked out to sea. They were high up and the afternoon had advanced; the view was not robbed of sharpness by mirage.
“That’s a reef. A coral reef. I’ve seen pictures like that.”
The reef enclosed more than one side of the island, lying perhaps a mile out and parallel to what they now thought of as their beach. The coral was scribbled75 in the sea as though a giant had bent76 down to reproduce the shape of the island in a flowing, chalk line but tired before he had finished. Inside was peacock water, rocks and weed showing as in an aquarium77; outside was the dark blue of the sea. The tide was running so that long streaks78 of foam79 tailed away from the reef and for a moment they felt that the boat was moving steadily80 astern.
“That’s where we landed.”
Beyond falls and cliffs there was a gash82 visible in the trees; there were the splintered trunks and then the drag, leaving only a fringe of palm between the scar and the sea. There, too, jutting83 into the lagoon, was the platform, with insect-like figures moving near it.
Ralph sketched84 a twining line from the bald spot on which they stood down a slope, a gully, through flowers, round and down to the rock where the scar started.
“That’s the quickest way back.”
Eyes shining, mouths open, triumphant85, they savoured the right of domination. They were lifted up: were friends.
“There’s no village smoke, and no boats,” said Ralph wisely. “We’ll make sure later; but I think it’s uninhabited.”
“We’ll get food,” cried Jack. “Hunt. Catch things … until they fetch us.”
Simon looked at them both, saying nothing but nodding till his black hair flopped backwards86 and forwards: his face was glowing.
Ralph looked down the other way where there was no reef.
“Steeper,” said Jack.
Ralph made a cupping gesture.
“That bit of forest down there … the mountain holds it up.”
Every coign of the mountain held up trees—flowers and trees. Now the forest stirred, roared, flailed87. The nearer acres of rock flowers fluttered and for half a minute the breeze blew cool on their faces.
Ralph spread his arms.
“All ours.”
They laughed and tumbled and shouted on the mountain.
“I’m hungry.”
When Simon mentioned his hunger the others became aware of theirs.
“Come on,” said Ralph. “We’ve found out what we wanted to know.”
They scrambled88 down a rock slope, dropped among flowers and made their way under the trees. Here they paused and examined the bushes round them curiously89.
Simon spoke first.
“Like candles. Candle bushes. Candle buds.”
The bushes were dark evergreen90 and aromatic91 and the many buds were waxen green and folded up against the light. Jack slashed92 at one with his knife and the scent4 spilled over them.
“Candle buds.”
“You couldn’t light them,” said Ralph. “They just look like candles.”
“Green candles,” said Jack contemptuously, “we can’t eat them. Come on.”
They were in the beginnings of the thick forest, plonking with weary feet on a track, when they heard the noises—squeakings—and the hard strike of hoofs94 on a path. As they pushed forward the squeaking93 increased till it became a frenzy95. They found a piglet caught in a curtain of creepers, throwing itself at the elastic96 traces in all the madness of extreme terror. Its voice was thin, needle-sharp and insistent97. The three boys rushed forward and Jack drew his knife again with a flourish. He raised his arm in the air. There came a pause, a hiatus, the pig continued to scream and the creepers to jerk, and the blade continued to flash at the end of a bony arm. The pause was only long enough for them to understand what an enormity the downward stroke would be. Then the piglet tore loose from the creepers and scurried98 into the undergrowth. They were left looking at each other and the place of terror. Jack’s face was white under the freckles. He noticed that he still held the knife aloft and brought his arm down replacing the blade in the sheath. Then they all three laughed ashamedly and began to climb back to the track.
“I was choosing a place,” said Jack. “I was just waiting for a moment to decide where to stab him.”
“You should stick a pig,” said Ralph fiercely. “They always talk about sticking a pig.”
“You cut a pig’s throat to let the blood out,” said Jack, “otherwise you can’t eat the meat.”
“Why didn’t you——?”
They knew very well why he hadn’t: because of the enormity of the knife descending99 and cutting into living flesh; because of the unbearable100 blood.
“I was going to,” said Jack. He was ahead of them and they could not see his face. “I was choosing a place. Next time——!”
He snatched his knife out of the sheath and slammed it into a tree trunk. Next time there would be no mercy. He looked round fiercely, daring them to contradict. Then they broke out into the sunlight and for a while they were busy finding and devouring101 food as they moved down the scar towards the platform and the meeting.
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fumbling
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scent
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choir
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slashed
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