where any spectacle is well worth looking at), and at first, as they
approach, I see no more than that they are six soldiers with a tall
man bound, and that they are almost black to my sightexcept on
the side of the sun going to bed, where they have a red edge,
messieurs. Also, I see that their long shadows are on the hollow
ridge on the opposite side of the road, and are on the hill above it,
and are like the shadows of giants. Also, I see that they are covered
with dust, and that the dust moves with them as they come, tramp,
tramp! But when they advance quite near to me, I recognise the
tall man, and he recognises me. Ah, but he would be well content
to precipitate himself over the hillside once again, as on the
evening when he and I first encountered, close to the same spot!”
He described it as if he were there, and it was evident that he
saw it vividly; perhaps he had not seen much in his life.
“I do not show the soldiers that I recognise the tall man; he
does not show the soldiers that he recognises me; we do it, and we
know it, with our eyes. ‘Come on!’ says the chief of that company,
pointing to the village, ‘bring him fast to his tomb!’ and they bring
him faster. I follow. His arms are swelled because of being bound
so tight, his wooden shoes are large and clumsy, and he is lame.
Because he is lame, and consequently slow, they drive him with
their gunslike this!”
He imitated the action of a man’s being impelled forward by the
butt-ends of muskets.
“As they descend the hill like madmen running a race, he falls.
They laugh and pick him up again. His face is bleeding and
covered wit