Henderson the Rain King - Saul Bellow [66]
suspected that if the dead man had been planted on me and the tribe was awake and watching, when I was half way to the ravine they might burst out and yell, "Dead stealer! Ghoul! Give back our dead man!" and they would hit me on the head and lay me out for my sacrilege. Thus I would end--I, Henderson, with all my striving and earnestness. "You damned fool," I said to Romilayu, who stood off half-concealed. "Pick up this guy's feet, and help me carry him. If we see anybody you can just drop them and beat it. I'll run for it alone." He obeyed me, and, as if dressed in a second man and groaning, my head filled with flashes and thick noises, I went into the lane. And a voice within me rose and said, "Do you love death so much? Then here, have some." "I do not love it," I said. "Who told you that? That's a mistake." Near me I then heard the snarl of a dog and I became more dangerous to him than he could possibly be to me. I vowed that if he made trouble I would drop the corpse and tear the animal to pieces with my hands. When he came out bristling and I saw his scruff by moonlight, I made a threatening noise in my throat, and the animal was aghast and shrank from me. Giving a long whine, he beat it. His whining was so unnatural that it should have waked someone, but no, everyone went on sleeping. The huts gaped like open haystacks. Still, however like a heap of hay it may have looked, each was a careful construction, and inside the families of sleepers lay breathing. The air was more than ever like a blue forest, with the moon releasing soft currents of yellow. As I ran, the mountains were all turned over hugely, and the body was shaken, and Romilayu, his head averted, twisted aside, still obeyed me and carried the legs. The ravine was near but the added weight of the corpse sank my feet in the soft soil and the sand poured over my boot tops. I was wearing the type of shoe adopted by the British Infantry in North Africa, and I had improvised myself a new lace with a strip of canvas and it wasn't holding up well. I struggled hard on the short slope that rose to the edge of the ravine, and I said to Romilayu, "Come on. Can't you take just a little more of the weight?" Instead of raising, he pushed, and I stumbled and went down under the burden of the corpse. This was a hard fall and I lay caught in the dusty sand. To my wet eyes the stars appeared elongated, each like a yardstick. Then Romilayu said hoarsely, "Dem come, dem come." I got out from under and, when I had freed myself, pushed the body from me into the gully. Something with in me begged the dead man for his forgiveness--like, "Oh, you stranger, don't be sore. We have met and parted. I did you no harm. Now go your way and don't hold this against me." Closing my eyes I gave him a heave and he fell on the flat of his back, as it seemed from the thump I heard. Then on my knees I turned around to see who was coming. Near our hut were several torches and it appeared that someone was looking either for us or for the body. Should we jump into the ravine, too? This would have made fugitives of us, and it was lucky for me that I didn't have the strength to take this leap. I was too bushed, and I suffered pangs in the glands of my mouth. So we remained in the same place until we were discovered by moonlight and a fellow with a gun came running toward us. But his behavior was not hostile, and unless my imagination misled me it was even respectful. He told Romilayu that the examiner wanted to see us again and he did not even look over the edge of the ravine, and no mention of any corpse was made. We were marched back to the courtyard and without delay were brought before the examiner. Looking about for the two women, I discovered them asleep on some skins at either side of their husband's couch. The messengers he had sent for us entered with their torches. If they wanted to hang a rap of sacrilege on me, I was guilty all right, having disturbed the rest of their dead. I had some points on my side too, though I had no intention of defending myself. So I waited, one eye almost closed,