Agaat - Marlene van Niekerk [322]
But then one day she went to visit her mother’s farm beyond the big blue mountain. And when twelve o’clock struck, her mother said to her:
Go and see there in the labourers’ cottages, there’s a little girl who’s been cast off, perhaps you can help her.
And the woman reached the houses of the workers, small brown houses on dry brown soil, and she thought, what am I doing here? Here there are only feather-legged chickens and dogs lying long-tongue in the sun.
But the door to one of the little houses was ajar. And the woman went to stand at the opening and called and knocked, but nobody came out.
So then she pushed open the door.
G-g-g-g-creaked the hinge.
It was pitch-dark inside. At first she could make out nothing, but when her eyes got accustomed, she saw a pitch-black hole. It was the fireplace, full of ash and soot and burnt-out logs. And in the corner of the hearth sat a pitch-black something.
And she went closer and she saw the thing had legs.
And the thing had arms.
And the thing’s head was hidden deep in her clothes.
And the clothes had holes.
And through the holes she counted ribs.
And the elbows were chapped.
And the knees were grazed.
And the hair full of lice.
And the ears were stopped with wax.
And around the neck was a necklace of dirt.
And the feet were full of mud.
And the woman looked even closer and saw that the thing had one arm thinner than the other and one crooked shoulder and one hand with fingers clawed together, it looked like the head of a snake.
And the woman knelt before the thing in the fireplace and she asked:
What is your name?
And she pricked up her ears to hear but there was no reply.
What is your name? she asked again, are you perhaps the child that’s been cast off?
And she listened even more closely and still she heard nothing.
Look at me, she said, tell me, what do they call you?
And she put her hand on the crooked shoulder and the creature shrank into itself and then she heard something.
G-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g.
And the thing looked even blacker than before, and she felt as cold under the woman’s hand as a burnt-out coal.
And then the woman got very angry.
Little rapscallion, she said, and she grabbed the thing by the neck and plucked it out of the hearth-hole and she dragged it out, out by the door, into the bright sunshine.
Stand up straight, she said, so that I can see what kind of an animal you are!
And then she saw that it was a little girl. And the child took one look at her, and she jerked loose, and took off from there, the chickens scattered and the dogs made way and the woman ran after.
Little tin-arse, she screamed, you I’m catching today!
Over the ditches the little girl jumped, barefoot over the stones, through the thorns, this way round a bush, other way round a tree, over an ant-hill, faster than the white-foot hare with the woman right behind her. And they ran and they ran, far over the veld, far over the fallow land, and down the dust-road all the way to the top of the dam wall, and the woman grabbed her round the body, and she fell on top of the child flat on the ground.
And the child kicked, and the child bit, and she wriggled, and she coughed and she blew and she g-g-g-g-g-g-ed and she squeaked, but the woman held on with all her might and she said:
You I’m washing white as snow today!
And she dragged her to the dam and she dunked her in and she started washing her with a white handkerchief, but the handkerchief turned black and the water turned black and the child stayed black.
You I’m taking home today, said the woman, you I’m taming, you I’m turning white!
And she packed her in a little box, as small as a watch, as black as a cricket and she took her along over the mountain to the house with the two white gables by the river.
What is that, asked the husband?
It’s a child, said the woman.
It’s a stone, said the husband, it’s a piece of coal.
And the woman said, just you wait, you’ll see, her