Lord of the Flies - William Golding [39]
Then as though they had but one terrified mind between them they scrambled away over the rocks and fled.
Ralph was dreaming. He had fallen asleep after what seemed hours of tossing and turning noisily among the dry leaves. Even the sounds of nightmare from the other shelters no longer reached him, for he was back to where he came from, feeding the ponies with sugar over the garden wall. Then someone was shaking his arm, telling him that it was time for tea.
"Ralph! Wake up!"
The leaves were roaring like the sea.
"Ralph, wake up!"
"What's the matter?"
"We saw―"
"―the beast―"
"―plain!"
"Who are you? The twins?"
"We saw the beast―"
"Quiet. Piggy!"
The leaves were roaring still. Piggy bumped into him and a twin grabbed him as he made for the oblong of paling stars.
"You can't go out―it's horrible!"
"Piggy―where are the spears?"
"I can hear the―"
"Quiet then. Lie still."
They lay there listening, at first with doubt but then with terror to the description the twins breathed at them between bouts of extreme silence. Soon the darkness was full of claws, full of the awful unknown and menace. An interminable dawn faded the stars out, and at last light, sad and grey, filtered into the shelter. They began to stir though still the world outside the shelter was impossibly dangerous. The maze of the darkness sorted into near and far, and at the high point of the sky the cloudlets were warmed with color. A single sea bird flapped upwards with a hoarse cry that was echoed presently, and something squawked in the forest. Now streaks of cloud near the horizon began to glow rosily, and the feathery tops of the palms were green.
Ralph knelt in the entrance to the shelter and peered cautiously round him.
"Sam 'n Eric. Call them to an assembly. Quietly. Go on."
The twins, holding tremulously to each other, dared the few yards to the next shelter and spread the dreadful news. Ralph stood up and walked for the sake of dignity, though with his back pricking, to the platform. Piggy and Simon followed him and the other boys came sneaking after.
Ralph took the conch from where it lay on the polished seat and held it to his lips; but then he hesitated and did not blow. He held the shell up instead and showed it to them and they understood.
The rays of the sun that were fanning upwards from below the horizon swung downwards to eye-level. Ralph looked for a moment at the growing slice of gold that lit them from the right hand and seemed to make speech possible. The circle of boys before him bristled with hunting spears.
He handed the conch to Eric, the nearest of the twins.
"We've seen the beast with our own eyes. No―we weren't asleep―"
Sam took up the story. By custom now one conch did for both twins, for their substantial unity was recognized.
"It was furry. There was something moving behind its head―wings. The beast moved too―"
"That was awful. It kind of sat up―"
"The fire was bright―"
"We'd just made it up―"
"―more sticks on―"
"There were eyes―"
"Teeth―"
"Claws―"
"We ran as fast as we could―"
"Bashed into things―"
"The beast followed us―"
"I saw it slinking behind the trees―"
"Nearly touched me―"
Ralph pointed fearfully at Eric's face, which was striped with scars where the bushes had torn him.
"How did you do that?"
Eric felt his face.
"I'm all rough. Am I bleeding?"
The circle of boys shrank away in horror. Johnny, yawning still, burst into noisy tears and was slapped by Bill till he choked on them. The bright morning was full of threats and the circle began to change. It faced out, rather than in, and the spears of sharpened wood were like a fence. Jack called them back to the center.
"This'll be a real hunt! Who'll come?"
Ralph moved impatiently.
"These spears are made of wood. Don't be silly."
Jack sneered at him.
"Frightened?"
"'Course I'm frightened. Who wouldn't be?"
He turned to the twins, yearning but hopeless.
"I suppose you aren't pulling