The Green Knight (26 page)

Bellamy was deeply disturbed by this letter. He began at once to write his reply.

‘Well, he's late too!' said Louise to Clement.

‘No, he isn't, he's sitting in The Raven.' (The Raven was a nearby pub.)

‘Oh. Why?'

‘He's shy. He doesn't want to face you all until Lucas is here to introduce him.'

‘I don't understand,' said Sefton, ‘is it quite clear that he did not attack Lucas?'

‘Yes,' said Clement.

‘But Lucas said he did.'

‘Lucas's lawyer said so, not Lucas.'

‘But Lucas wasn't sure?' said Sefton. ‘If he thought he didn't he should have told the lawyer to shut up.'

‘No one was to blame, it was all a mistake.'

‘I still don't see why Lucas wants us to meet him,' said Louise. ‘Perhaps it's natural, like a way of saying sorry.'

‘Giving the man a treat,' suggested Sefton.

‘Still, it's very rum. Isn't it rum? And fancy him sitting in the pub! It's awfully foggy outside. How will he know when to come?'

‘I'll fetch him!' said Clement.

‘Suppose he really did attack Lucas, supposing he's dangerous?'

‘Lucas is satisfied he didn't, and isn't!' said Clement exasperated. It was a quarter past six and there was no sign of his brother.

The gathering in the Aviary consisted of Clement, Louise, Harvey, Bellamy, and the girls. Anax had been banished to the Adwardens' house to be looked after by Mrs Drake who loved dogs, the Adwardens being still absent. There had been some discussion at Clifton beforehand concerning what sort of event the ‘event' was to be: was it a sort of public explanation, or vindication, or even confession, offered to the family? Who would speak, who would explain? Or should it be thought of as a celebration, and if so, what of? The fact that Lucas had not killed a man, or that the man had recovered? Should light refreshments be served, or drinks, or would such entertainment be out of place? As a precaution Moy and Sefton had set out plates of biscuits and two thermoses of coffee and two bottles of white wine and a tray of cups and glasses in the kitchen, ready to be brought forward should the atmosphere prove congenial. The audience were disposed as follows: Harvey seating himself between Aleph and Moy on the sofa, Sefton on the floor leaning against the bookshelves, Bellamy on an upright chair by the window, with another chair beside him for Clement, Louise on the piano stool, Clement now standing at the open door. The sofa and chairs thus occupied (including one for Clement) had been placed in a semi-circle facing the piano, while beside the piano and facing the audience were two empty ‘grand' chairs intended for Lucas and his – how to put it –
protégé,
erstwhile victim, new-found friend.

‘Be nice to him,' said Clement looking at his watch again, ‘he's a very decent chap really, he won't stay long.'

‘Of course we'll be nice to him! I haven't put the centre light on, I hope that's all right. Do you think we should ring Lucas, can he have forgotten?'

‘I've tried, he hardly ever answers the phone.'

The attentive audience listened respectfully to these exchanges. There was a tension, even a nervous excitement, but no glances were exchanged. Bellamy, sitting on the edge of his chair, leaning forward, his lips apart, had taken off his glasses and was fiddling with them. Without moving his large head he kept glancing round the room, as if checking on some place he had once known. He thought he could smell Anax. He was cheered by the presence of Clement and the expectation of Lucas, and the bright warm touch of curiosity which he felt about ‘the man'. He was, for the rest, overcome by shyness and unable to speak to the young people. I
am
becoming cut off, he thought, that's as it should be. Everyone greeted him with exceptional cordiality, and he bowed silently in return. Harvey was, so far as he could manage it, motionless, his good leg bent, his bad leg stretched out. He had arrived by taxi and mounted the stairs with the help of his stick, and been congratulated on having relinquished his crutches. In fact the doctor who had sanctioned the stick had done so with dubiety and spoken of a possible operation. Harvey told everyone he was getting steadily better. As he stared down, keeping his eyes fixed on Louise's feet (she had small pretty feet and a large supply of smart old-fashioned shoes) he felt on one side of him the sturdy warmth of Moy's plump body, which she kept modestly but vainly trying to edge away, and on the other side the silky slithery presence of Aleph's thigh and of her blouse as it touched the sleeve of his jacket. He felt, in the tense atmosphere of the room, a special sense of unity with Aleph, of their understanding each other perfectly. At the same time he felt an excited fear at the thought of seeing Lucas.

The doorbell rang, everyone jumped, shifted, Clement ran down the stairs, Louise went onto the landing. There was a sound of voices below. Louise called to Clement, ‘Is it Lucas?'

‘No.'

Clement returned, followed by Joan and Tessa. There was a faint murmur of surprise, even disapproval, at the arrival of uninvited outsiders. How did they know? Harvey, receiving a telephone call from his mother, had mentioned the gathering as a reason why he could not see her. In fact, Peter Mir had actually mentioned Joan, ‘The fashionable lady, French perhaps', as one of those whom he wished to meet, but Clement had not passed that invitation on.

Bellamy rose and, proffering his chair, sat down on the floor. Moy, getting up hastily, also sat on the floor, beside Sefton. Louise ran to fetch a chair from Aleph's room. The newcomers stood in silence, not sure whether proceedings had started. Tessa, smiling at him, sat on Bellamy's chair, with Clement's chair empty beside her, Joan sat on the new chair beside the sofa. She was wearing a black velvet coat and skirt and a pale-blue silk blouse, its collar lifted up under her chin by a large intricate golden brooch. Without turning her head she reached along behind the sofa, pinching Harvey's ear and unwinding one of Aleph's curls. Harvey, gritting his teeth, emitted a hissing sound. Determined not to look at Tessa, he looked at Tessa, who smiled and waved. He did not like seeing Tessa and his mother together. Tessa was wearing a smart corduroy jacket and trousers and a tie.

Louise said, ‘I'm afraid Lucas hasn't come yet.'

‘We didn't come to see
him
,' said Joan. ‘We know all about
him
, we want to see – you know –
the person
.'

‘He's in The Raven,' said Sefton.

‘What?'

The telephone extension in the Aviary rang, Louise seized it. ‘Oh Lucas, we're waiting – But Clement said – Oh dear, what a pity – Yes, I quite understand – Please don't worry – Goodbye then.'

She turned to Clement. ‘He's very sorry he can't come, he has to see someone, it's urgent, about something in America. He says you can manage much better without him.'

‘What a shame!' said Tessa. ‘We all love a glimpse of Lucas, it's a religious experience.'

‘Hadn't you better fetch him from The Raven?' said Louise.

Clement said Oh
hell
, oh
damn
, to himself, and ran away down the stairs. He had considered the possibility of Lucas's defection, but had made no emergency plan, and had no idea what he was to say or do. Lucas had uttered various suggestions, and prohibitions, but Clement had paid little attention, sure that in the end Lucas would be there to do the talking. He felt very frightened. The distance to the pub was not great, but as he emerged from the house he was startled to see the tall burly figure of Mir standing on the far side of the road. It had started very slightly to rain and Mir was putting up his umbrella. Closing it he crossed the road.

‘Oh Clement, hello, I've been waiting for Lucas, but I expect he came earlier.'

‘He can't come,‘ said Clement, ‘I'm in charge. Come on, you'll get wet.'

‘Oh, I'm very sorry to hear this. The Raven was rather nice but I got impatient. I hope you will forgive me?'

As this sounded like a question, Clement said, ‘Yes, yes, of course – '

‘But I hope – they are here?'

‘Yes, they are here.' Checking Mir on the doorstep and putting his hand on his expensive overcoat, Clement said, ‘Look, since Lucas isn't here I suggest we make this business pretty short, yes? I'll just introduce you to the company, and they can say how pleased they are that you – that you're still there and – and so on – and then suppose you and I go and have a quiet drink at the pub – I'd like that, I'd like to – to ask you about your life, I'd like to know about your life – '

Clement, who had closed the door when he came out, was about to ring the bell when Mir said, ‘Wait a minute. Why do you want to know about my life?'

‘Sorry, I didn't mean anything intrusive. I just – well, you're interesting, and I – I sort of like you, well, not sort of, I just like you.'

‘You have reason to. I am
extremely sorry
that your brother is not to be here.'

‘I'd rather we got this whole business over. Or do you want to postpone it?'

‘Certainly not, I want to see these ladies now. But I shall want to see them again in the presence of your brother.'

Over my dead body! thought Clement. He rang the bell.

Louise opened the door. Clement entered quickly, Mir rather more slowly mounting the two steps which led up to the door.

‘This is Mr Mir.'

‘Peter Mir,' said Mir, bowing slightly.

‘Peter Mir.'

‘How do you do, Mr Mir?' said Louise. ‘May I take your coat and your umbrella? We are so glad to see you.'

Mir surrendered his coat and umbrella murmuring, ‘Thank you, how kind of you to – ' He took a comb out of his pocket and quickly combed down his curly hair.

Louise said, ‘Clement has not introduced me. I am Mrs Anderson. Will you come up? Will you – would you like some coffee?'

‘Please come up,' said Clement, taking hold of Mir's arm and guiding him to the staircase. ‘Never mind about the coffee, Louise, for heaven's sake, Mr Mir won't be staying long.'

Mir allowed himself to be guided by Clement, who opened the door of the Aviary and pulled Mir into the room after him, Louise following.

The audience, who had been silent since the bell rang, at once rose to their feet. Clement, thinking about this weird episode later, was struck by the instinctive way in which they all so promptly greeted Mir's arrival.

Mir in fact, as Clement was able to notice in what followed, was an impressive sight. His broad-shouldered erect figure paused, towered in the doorway. Clement thought, he is over six feet, he seems to have grown since I last saw him! Mir frowned, pouted, narrowed his prominent dark grey eyes, and surveyed the room, turning his head with slow deliberation. His silky curly brown hair shone in the lamplight. Clement, again taking Mir's arm, as if he were an invalid, pointed, then guided him to one of the grand chairs. He sat down. The audience sat down. Clement quickly picked up the other chair and moved it to the side, leaving Mir alone in the centre. Still standing he spoke, addressing his remarks toward Louise.