bank, a thousand miles away, is lifeâthere is the earth, our Mother, that we can embrace herâthe sweet mud; the sheltering furrow; the strong protecting arm of trunks and trees.
Here we are naked in the empty plain of the river. This is no homeâthe earth we know, but here we are alien, rejected and exposed to the black rain. Our limbs are held in a leaden dreamâwe hurl ourselves for the other bank but we go with the horrible slow motion of a dreamâand all the time the bright deadly rain is pattering around us in the river.
And yet we are not afraid.
This has been too sudden, too monstrously improbable, for fear to develop. All the chemistry of fear is working for our salvationâthe adrenalin of fear shoots in our blood, firing a tremendous strength to fling us to the shore.
Before you feel true fear you must realise, you must be aware. The protecting dream-film disappears and you are seared with the burning brand that sends you screaming and helpless, fleeingâor with the corruption of fear that numbs you and leaves you helpless, trembling, transfixed.
Suddenly this obscenity flops on Reganâs brain and he starts plunging through the water with a horrible bucking motionâlike a terrified horse trying to drag itself from a bog.
Itâs funny in a way. Itâs almost funny.
Fluffy is laughing at himâa shrill, unnatural sound in all this roaring soundless tumult.
Harry Drew is yelling from the bank: âCome on! Come on! Come on!â
The innocent, pattering rain runs across the water and patters over Fluffyâs body. He is still laughingâhe drops his rifleâit splashes into the riverâhe is holding his stomach with both handsâlaughing or screamingâhe staggers onâlaughing or screaming. He falls as he tries to run up the muddy bankâhis hands still under him, holding his stomachâhe twists his head sideways out of the mudâthe mud is in his mouth, but he is still laughingâor screamingâ¦it goes on and on. The sound goes on and on for a thousand years and we are caught in the grey nightmare of the riverâwe are shod with lead and clothed with ironâ¦
Regan has fallen near the bank and Harry Drew is dragging him up from the river. Regan is cryingâsobbing. Harry throws him into shelter against the trunk of a tree and turns for Fluffy. But Griffo reaches him first.
He is lying as he fellâhis legs dredging in the water, his arms under him, his head turned sidewaysâlaughing out of the mud that mires his mouth. The bank is running red under himâthe blood runs down and is licked away in the foam of the current.
Young Griffo is tearing open the first-aid pack as he hurls himself through the water. He seems to move faster than any of usâhe is doing a job for someone else.
He turns Fluffy over.
The kidâs still sort of laughing and hanging on to his stomachâhis fingers are spread wide and stiff but itâs coming through themâhis hands are muddy and bloodyâhis eyes are open. His face is still sort of laughing but his eyes are open and wideâand they know.
Griffo tears Fluffyâs shirt down and the wounds lie open.
âOh, Christ, Christ, Christ,â Griffo is saying over and over. He scrapes the mud away from Fluffyâs mouth.
âYou canât do anything for him,â snarls Harry Drew.
Fluffyâs laughing turns to moaning and soon he will be screaming.
âKnock him out!â snarls Harry Drew. âHook him! Hit him! Heâs finishedâput him out! Heâll die before he comes toâdonât let him suffer.â
Griffo looks up. He is white.
âI canât,â he says, âI canât hit him.â
Harry scrambles over, snarling at him, but he groans when he looks at Fluffy.
âPoor bastardââ he says. âPoor kid.â
He smashes his fist against Fluffyâs jaw. The jaw snaps shut.
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