roadside.
âHow long?â I asked, rubbing my stiff neck.
âAlmost twenty-four hours,â he smiled. âYou know, it was quite rude to nod off in the middle of a conversation like you did.â
âI think I have a concussion.â
âOh, I should think so,â Marlowe said, and turned back to the door.
Only then did his presence strike me as odd.
âBut youâre ill,â I said. âThe doctor.â
He looked back at me, grinning still. âYes, indeed, James. Quite ill. In fact, Iâm under round-the-clock medical supervision. Or so the staff at the Excelsior believes. The virus has progressed to the point where my very life is in danger. On no account am I to be disturbed. All necessary fallacy, Iâm afraid.â
âNecessary?â I said, not following him. âNecessary why? What are you talking about?â
âYouâll see,â he said, holding his hand out toward me and crooking his finger. âLetâs go. On your feet, James. I think youâve lollygagged long enough.â
I had to shield my eyes against the sun when I stepped out of the hut. It took a few moments before they adjusted to the glare. When they did, I noticed that a change had come overthe village. Gone was the carefree tenor that Iâd witnessed on my arrival; in its place, a discernible tension. As I walked along behind Marlowe, I was aware of eyes upon us. The women, so insouciant and oblivious to my presence before, now regarded me with apprehension. Their children they kept close by their sides. The men, too, looked on; their hooded eyes, though, were fixed not upon me, but Marlowe.
As we neared the centre of the village, which was marked by an open space with an awkward rock cairn in its middle, I grabbed hold of Marloweâs elbow. When I did this, I sensed movement off to my left. Marlowe held up his hand, as if in signal.
âMathieu,â I said to him. âBefore you told me something about Mathieu. Has he left?â
He looked at me as if I was becoming something of a nuisance.
âIn a manner of speaking, James,â he said, âyes, he has left.â
âWhat does that mean?â I demanded. âA manner of speaking?â
To see him, one could imagine Marlowe a stern schoolmaster in the process of explaining simple arithmetic to a dim-witted pupil. His arms were crossed over his chest, and his chin dipped toward his collar.
âIt is one of the peculiarities of this country,â he said, âthat people often go missing and yet are rarely missed. As will be the case with our poor Mathieu. His family, what family he has, will no doubt assume the worst. And they will, of course, be correct in their assumption. But they wonât bother to look for him, which is a good thing. Seeing as thereâs not much left to be found.â
It was the way in which these words were spoken as much as the words themselves that shocked me: the utter completeness of Marloweâs indifference.
âMy God, Marlowe,â I said. âWhat have you done?â
He offered no answer, simply shrugged his shoulders and turned away.
I could not move. The nausea returned. And for a moment, it felt as if the palsy in my hand was about to envelop my entire body. I caught up to Marlowe on the opposite side of the cairn, but my mind was awhirl. I knew I had to say something, but my brain, whether still addled by the blow or simply numb from the revelation, was unable to form the words.
Marlowe, however, suffered no such loss.
âThese people,â he said laconically, gesturing to the villagers, who watched us from a safe distance. âThese people really are quite uncivilized. Oh, I know thatâs not the correct thing to say nowadays, but itâs true. Of course, they are by no means the barbarians that the people below think them. Actually, they are a rather peaceful lot. True, they were in the past rather brutal, but it was purely a
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