The Empire Trilogy - J. G. Farrell [403]
‘Well, no, Daddy, I agree that nothing did happen … We weren’t actually molested but we easily could have been. It was more the feeling of being, well, vulnerable. One moment we were strolling along peacefully and the next the street was full of cars and lorries and little Jap soldiers pouring out … Well, all right then, I admit there was only one car and no lorry and only three or four soldiers poured out of it, the car, I mean, but still it was quite frightening when they started herding us in to the side of the pavement with their rifle butts and there was an officer who looked like a chimpanzee with a sword several times too long for him which he kept tripping over in the most ludicrous fashion. Until then it seemed at least fairly amusing, though Mama was getting apprehensive and Carlos was looking helpless and saying something like: ‘What a to-do!’ which frankly wasn’t very helpful of him because Mummy and I could think of that much ourselves. Well, we tried to walk on and they wouldn’t let us, and then Carlos suddenly stopped saying ‘Bless my soul’ and began to rattle away in Portuguese and got quite red in the face because he had seen that they’d blocked off the end of the street and he was afraid that he might be involved in heaven knows what, a diplomatic incident perhaps?
‘Of course, there was no reason to be alarmed, I’m not saying there was! All I’m saying is that it did occur to one that the Jap soldiers could turn nasty and their bayonets looked very sharp, even though there were only three or four of them, and in the meantime the street had suddenly filled with people pressing around the doorway that the soldiers had gone into and some of them looked pretty worked up about something, so unlike the Chinese who are usually well-behaved and mind their own business (or at least they do here in Singapore, don’t they?) and I’d never realized before how much smaller they are than us, because our three heads were sticking out of the crowd and it felt a bit like Gulliver’s Travels or something.
‘Anyway, then two Jap soldiers came out of the doorway again carrying someone. All I could see at first was the front man who had a very shiny leather boot gripped in the palm of each hand … I never did see the rest of him properly, I’m glad to say, just a hand trailing along the pavement and then a glimpse of a shape with its tunic and trousers undone and a horrid mass of red stuff around its middle. He was S-shaped because of the way they were carrying him and he had a sword, too, which scraped tinnily on the ground and kept getting in the way of the man behind who had him by the armpits. But really what gave me such a shock was the