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第45章 THE HIDDEN CITY(1)

The two ports of the cabin were discs of scarlet, that pure translucent colour which comes from the reflection of sunset in leagues of still water.

The ship lay at anchor under the high green scarp of an island, but on the side of the ports no land was visible--only a circle in which sea and sky melted into the quintessence of light.The air was very hot and very quiet.

Inside a lamp had been lit, for in those latitudes night descends like a thunderclap.Its yellow glow joined with the red evening to cast orange shadows.On the wall opposite the ports was a small stand of arms, and beside it a picture of the Magdalen, one of two presented to the ship by Lord Huntingdon; the other had been given to the wife of the Governor of Gomera in the Canaries when she sent fruit and sugar to the voyagers.

Underneath on a couch heaped with deerskins lay the Admiral.

The fantastic light revealed every line of the man as cruelly as spring sunshine.It showed a long lean face cast in a high mould of pride.The jaw and cheekbones were delicate and hard; the straight nose and the strong arch of the brows had the authority of one who all his days had been used to command.But age had descended on this pride, age and sickness.The peaked beard was snowy white, and the crisp hair had thinned from the forehead.The forehead itself was high and broad, crossed with an infinity of small furrows.The cheeks were sallow, with a patch of faint colour showing as if from a fever.The heavy eyelids were grey like a parrot's.It was the face of a man ailing both in mind and body.But in two features youth still lingered.The lips under their thatch of white moustache were full and red, and the eyes, of some colour between blue and grey, had for all their sadness a perpetual flicker of quick fire.

He shivered, for he was recovering from the fifth fever he had had since he left Plymouth.The ailment was influenza, and he called it a calenture.He was richly dressed, as was his custom even in outlandish places, and the furred robe which he drew closer round his shoulders hid a doublet of fine maroon velvet.For comfort he wore a loose collar and band instead of his usual cut ruff.He stretched out his hand to the table at his elbow where lay the Latin version of his Discovery of Guiana, of which he had been turning the pages, and beside it a glass of whisky, almost the last of the thirty-two gallon cask which Lord Boyle had given him in Cork on his way out.He replenished his glass with water from a silver carafe, and sipped it, for it checked his cold rigours.As he set it down he looked up to greet a man who had just entered.

The new-comer was not more than forty years old, like the Admiral, but he was lame of his left leg, and held himself with a stoop.His left arm, too hung limp and withered by his side.The skin of his face was gnarled like the bark of a tree, and seamed with a white scar which drooped over the corner of one eye and so narrowed it to half the size of the other.He was the captain of Raleigh's flagship, the Destiny, an old seafarer, who in twenty years had lived a century of adventure.

"I wish you good evening, Sir Walter," he said in his deep voice."They tell me the fever is abating."The Admiral smiled wanly, and in his smile there was still a trace of the golden charm which had once won all men's hearts.

"My fever will never abate this side the grave," he said."Jasper, old friend, I would have you sit with me tonight.I am like King Saul, the sport of devils.Be you my David to exorcise them.I have evil news.Tom Keymis is dead."The other nodded.Tom Keymis had been dead for ten days, since before they left Trinidad.He was aware of the obsession of the Admiral, which made the tragedy seem fresh news daily.

"Dead," said Raleigh."I slew him by my harshness.I see him stumbling off to his cabin, an old bent man, though younger than me.But he failed me.He betrayed his trust....Trust, what does that matter? We are all dying.

Old Tom has only gone on a little way before the rest.And many went before him."The voice had become shrill and hard.He was speaking to himself.

"The best--the very best.My brave young Walter, and Cosmor and Piggot and John Talbot and Ned Coffyn....Ned was your kinsman, Jasper?""My cousin--the son of my mother's brother." The man spoke, like Raleigh, in a Devon accent, with the creamy slur in the voice and the sing-song fall of West England.

"Ah, I remember.Your mother was Cecily Coffyn, from Combas on the Moor at the back of Lustleigh.A pretty girl--I mind her long ago.I would I were on the Moor now, where it is always fresh and blowing....And your father--the big Frenchman who settled on one of Gawain Champernoun's manors.I loved his jolly laugh.But Cecily sobered him, for the Coffyns were always a grave and pious race.Gawain is dead these many years.Where is your father?

"He died in '82 with Sir Humfrey Gilbert."Raleigh bowed his head."He went to God with brother Humfrey! Happy fate!

Happy company! But he left a brave son behind him, and I have lost mine.

Have you a boy, Jasper?"

"But the one.My wife died ten years ago come Martinmas.The child is with his grandmother on the Moor.""A promising child?"

"A good lad, so far as I have observed him, and that is not once a twelvemonth.""You are a hungry old sea-dog.That was not the Coffyn fashion.Ned was for ever homesick out of sight of Devon.They worshipped their bleak acres and their fireside pieties.Ah, but I forget.You are de Laval on one side, and that is strong blood.There is not much in England to vie with it.You were great nobles when our Cecils were husbandmen."He turned on a new tack."You know that Whitney and Wollaston have deserted me.They would have had me turn pirate, and when I refused they sailed off and left me.This morning I saw the last of their topsails.Did I right?,"he asked fiercely.

"In my judgment you did right."

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