"Even so," said Stephen, and leaning to speak behind Puolani"s back he said rather louder "Captain Pullings, Mr West: this is forbidden meat."
When the news reached Puolani she laughed cheerfully, changed bowls with Jack, and a.s.sured them that his hands were in no danger: they were being fed on pork, which happened to be taboo to her - so many taboos, she said, smiling still.
And indeed there were so many taboos, personal, tribal, national, woven into the texture of the island"s life that this little gaffe pa.s.sed almost unnoticed, certainly without any embarra.s.sment on the part of Puolani, and the feast went on and on, most of the sailors soon recovering their appet.i.te. After the fish and turtle - the best turtle in the South Seas -came fowls, cooked in the Polynesian manner, dogs, eggs and young fat pigs; all this with great quant.i.ties of chief"s kava, a more heady brew than usual.
The feast, and there was a great deal of it, eaten over a very long time, was accompanied by singing, the music of flutes, drums of various pitch, and something between a harp and a lyre: and when even fruit would scarcely go down, the dancing began.
There were some of the exactly-timed evolutions and manoeuvres they had seen far to the south, in Annamooka, and they were received with applause; but not with nearly such hearty applause as the much freer hula, danced with great skill, grace and enthusiasm by a number of young women.
"I am glad Martin is not here," said Stephen in Jack"s ear. "He could never have approved these licentious postures and wanton looks."
"Perhaps not," said Jack. "For my own part I do not find them objectionable, however."
Nor did West. His appet.i.te had been more severely checked than most by the sight of the Frenchman"s ring-finger in his bowl, but now he had recovered entirely and he was leaning forward, gazing with pa.s.sionate intensity at the second girl from the left.
Jack did not object: not at all; but sleep was rising up with such force that for some time now he had not dared shut his eyes for fear of dropping off and more than off - deep, deep down. He stifled a yawn and looked wistfully at the stimulating kava bowl - the cup-bearer too was engrossed by the motions of the second girl on the left. Puolani caught his glance, reached out and filled him a b.u.mper with kind, comforting, apologetic words.
More conches, a great howl of conches. The girls withdrew to a thunder of applause, with whistles and cheers from the frigate"s crew, and to his surprise Jack saw that the sun was already dipping. Silence returned at last; and a figure eight feet tall, a man entirely covered with basket-work, came into the square before the Queen. He had two drummers with him, one deep, one shrill, and when they had beaten three measures he broke out in a high falsetto of surprising volume, rising and falling to a rhythm that certainly existed for many of his hearers, since they bowed and nodded, but that neither Jack nor Stephen could make out. Tapia whispered "He is telling the Queen"s family right back and back." Again and again Jack tried to seize the pattern but always at some crucial point his attention wandered and all was to begin again: he closed his eyes to concentrate on the chant alone, and this was fatal.
To his extreme confusion he woke to find the whole table smiling at him. The wickerwork figure was gone, and already the fires showed red in the more than twilight.
Two powerful men heaved him gently to his feet and led him away. On the threshold he turned, as in a dream, and made his bow. Puolani, with the kindest look, returned it: then there was a warm darkness and these sure hands; they took his feather cloak, he slipped off his clothes and they lowered him on to the wonderful ease of the long, flat, soft couch in the house that had been built for him.
He had rarely been so tired, had rarely gone so very far down; yet he rose up clear and fresh, no muddiness, no staring about; he knew, as a sailor knows, that it was near the end of the middle watch, and the tide was on the turn; he knew that there was someone in the room, and as he sat up a strong arm pressed him back, a warm, scented arm. He was not altogether surprised - perhaps his half-waking mind had caught the scent - nor at all displeased: his heart began to beat violently, and he made room.
First light was coming through the door when he heard Tom Pullings" agitated whisper, "Sir, sir, excuse me, sir. The Franklin is in the offing. Sir, sir ..."
"Pipe down, Tom," he murmured, pulling on his clothes. She was still asleep, flat, her head back, her mouth open, looking perfectly beautiful. He slid round the opening and they hurried down. The village was still asleep, apart from a few fishermen: Oakes had sent the boats in and already a second carronade was moving down over the rollers.
"Mr Oakes"s duty, sir," said Bonden, "and Franklin was seen in the west as soon as it was day: she stood in, doubted all was right, let fall her courses and steered south-west. She will show round the headland any minute now, sir. And sir, he sent the drum."
"Very good, Bonden. Watkins, beat to arms. Doctor, Mr Adams, come along with me. Captain Pullings, carry on." As the jollyboat pulled out across the bay the Franklin appeared: quite unmistakable. Long and low, a right privateer. She was suspicious, but not particularly alarmed - no topgallants, and she had not even let the night-time reef out of her topsails.
Jack felt extraordinarily well as he ran up the side. "Good morning, Mr Oakes," he said, "well done indeed." To Killick"s mate (for Killick was still on sh.o.r.e), "Breakfast in twenty minutes," and to Mr Adams, just arrived, "Mr Adams, pray write out Mr Oakes"s acting order in due form, and the dispatches and letters we drafted." He glanced at the sh.o.r.e, where the laggard Surprises were now hurrying about like purposeful bees, flung his shirt and trousers on to the capstan-head, and dived deep into the clear green water.
Even after breakfast the Franklin was obviously in two minds, for she threw out a signal intelligible no doubt to her countrymen; a sign to which Jack, old in deception, replied with a vague hoist that went up and down, the halliard constantly jammed, wasting irreplaceable minutes.
The carronades were coming home with incredible speed, and their munitions: there was an appearance of hopeless chaos, with people coming up the side from helping the True-love to weigh, very heavy weights being lowered, boats swinging inboard; but soon after Pullings had said "All hands have reported, sir, and the bosun"s chair is rigged," Jack turned to Oakes. "Here is your acting order, Mr Oakes, and the large wrapper holds all the other papers: so now, if Mrs Oakes is ready, perhaps you should go aboard your command."
Clarissa stepped from the rail and said in her high clear voice "Please let me thank you, sir, for your great goodness to me; I shall always be extremely grateful."
He said "We have been very happy to have you with us. A prosperous voyage to you both, and pray give my dear love to England."
She turned to Stephen, who kissed her on both cheeks, said "G.o.d bless, my dear," and handed her to the bosun"s chair, which lowered her into the Truelove"s boat. He watched them go aboard and heard the shout "Three cheers for the Surprise," followed by "Huzzay, huzzay, huzzay!" with all the force and conviction that the rescued crew could give.
"Three cheers for Truelove," cried Jack, and suspending their work the Surprises answered "Huzzay, huzzay, huzzay!" with great good humour, for many of them were very fond of Oakes and all had the tenderest regard for their prize.
Now the Truelove was drawing away: Clarissa appeared at her taffrail, and she and Stephen waved.
"All hands unmoor ship," called Jack, and to Pullings, in a conversational tone, "We can demolish the crow"s nest as we go."
Stephen stood there while behind him the capstan turned and clicked to the usual cries; each anchor rose in turn to the invariable orders and responses; and all at once he realized that the frigate too was under way, rapidly making sail and moving faster and faster eastwards after her flying quarry, so that the distance between the ships was increasing with dreadful speed; before he was prepared for it the Truelove was no more than a remote ship upon the sea; and there was no longer any human contact at all.
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