ib.thewaspfactory-第9章
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one; until his nasty experience everybody was sure he would go far。 Anyway; that was the start of the Skull Grounds; the area of the big; old; partially earthed…over dune behind the house where all our pets went when they died。 The burned rabbits started that。 Old Saul was there before them; but that was just a one…off thing。
I hadn't said anything to anybody; even Eric; about what I wanted to do to Blyth。 I was wise in my childishness even then; at the tender age of five; when most children are forever telling their parents and friends that they hate them and they wish they were dead。 I kept quiet。
When Blyth came back the next year he was even more unpleasant than before; having lost his left leg from above the knee in a road accident (the boy he was playing 'chicken' with was killed)。 Blyth resented his handicap bitterly; he was ten by that time; and very active。 He tried to pretend that the nasty pink thing he had to strap on didn't exist; that it had nothing to do with him。 He could just about ride a bike and he liked wrestling and playing football; usually in goal。 I was just six then; and while Blyth knew that I had had some sort of little accident when I was much younger I certainly seemed to him to be a lot more able…bodied that he was。 He thought it was great fun to throw me about and wrestle with me and punch and kick me。 I made a convincing show of joining in all this horse…play and appeared to enjoy it hugely for a week or so while I thought about what I could do to our cousin。
My other brother; a full brother; Paul; was still alive at the time。 He; Eric and I were supposed to keep Blyth entertained。 We did our best; taking Blyth to our favourite places; letting him play with our toys; and playing games with him。 Eric and I had to restrain him at times when he wanted to do something like throw little Paul into the water to see if he'd float; or like when he wanted to fell a tree over the railway line that goes through Porteneil; but as a rule we got on surprisingly well; even though it rankled to see Eric; who was the same age as Blyth; obviously in fear of him。
So one day; very hot and insecty; with a faint breeze ing in off the sea; we were all lying in the grass on the flat area just to the south of the house。 Paul and Blyth had fallen asleep; and Eric was lying with his hands behind his neck; staring drowsily up at the bright blue。 Blyth had taken off the hollow plastic leg and left it lying tangled in its straps and the long grass blades。 I watched Eric fall slowly asleep; his head gently tipping to one side; eyes closing。 I got up and went for a walk and ended up at the Bunker。 It hadn't assumed the full importance it later would in my life; though I already liked the place and felt at home in its coolness and dark。 It was an old concrete pillbox built just before the last war to house a gun covering the firth; and it stuck in the sand like a big grey tooth。 I went inside and found the snake。 It was an adder。 I didn't see it for ages because I was too busy sticking an old rotten fence…post out through the slits in the pillbox; pretending it was a gun and firing at imaginary ships。 It was only after I'd stopped doing that and gone into the corner to have a piss that I looked over into the other corner where there was a pile of rusty cans and old bottles; there I saw the jagged stripes of the sleeping snake。
I decided what I was going to do almost immediately。 I went outside quietly and found a length of driftwood of the appropriate shape; came back to the Bunker; caught the snake by the neck with the piece of wood and bundled it into the first rusty can I could find which still had a lid。
I don't think the snake had fully wakened up when I caught it; and I was careful not to jar it as I ran back to where my brothers and Blyth were lying on the grass。 Eric had rolled over and had one hand under his head; the other over his eyes。 His mouth was open slightly and his chest moved slowly。 Paul lay in the sunlight curled up into a little ball; quite still; and Blyth was lying on his stomach; hands under his cheek; the stump of his left leg drawn up in the flowers and the grass; sticking out from his shorts like some monstrous erection。 I went closer; still clutching the rusty can in my shadow。 The gable end of the house looked down on us from about fifty metres away; windowless。 White sheets flapped feebly in the back garden。 My heart beat wildly and I licked my lips。
I sat down by the side of Blyth; careful not to let my shadow cross his face。 I put one ear to the can and held it still。 I couldn't hear or feel the snake stir。 I reached for Blyth's artificial leg; lying smooth and pink by the small of his back and in his shadow。 I held the leg to the can and took the lid away; sliding the leg over the hole as I did so。 Then I slowly turned the can and the leg the other way up; so that the can was over the leg。 I shook the can; and felt the snake fall into the leg。 It didn't like it at first; and moved and beat against the sides of the plastic and the neck of the can while I held it and sweated; listening to the hum of the insects and the rustling of the grass; staring at Blyth as he lay there still and silent; his dark hair ruffled now and again by the breeze。 My hands shook and the perspiration ran into my eyes。
The snake stopped moving。 I held it longer; glancing at the house again。 Then I tipped the leg and the can over until the leg was lying at the same angle on the grass as it had been; behind Blyth。 I took the can carefully away at the last moment。 Nothing happened。 The snake was still inside the leg; and I couldn't even see it。 I got up; walked backwards towards the nearest dune; threw the can way high over the top of it; then came back; lay down where I'd been sitting earlier; and closed my eyes。
Eric woke first; then I opened my eyes as though sleepily; and we woke little Paul; and our cousin。 Blyth saved me the trouble of suggesting a game of football by doing it himself。 Eric; Paul and I got the goalposts together while Blyth hurriedly strapped his leg on。
Nobody suspected。 From the first moments; when my brothers and I stood there incredulous as Blyth screamed and jumped and tugged at his leg; to the tearful farewell of Blyth's parents and Diggs taking statements (a bit even appeared in the Inverness Courier which was picked up for its curiosity value by a couple of the Fleet Street rags); not one person even suggested that it might have been anything other than a tragic and slightly macabre accident。 Only I knew better。
I didn't tell Eric。 He was shocked by what had happened and genuinely sorry for Blyth and his parents。 All I said was that I thought it was a judgement from God that Blyth had first lost his leg and then had the replacement bee the instrument of his downfall。 All because of the rabbits。 Eric; who was going through a religious phase at the time which I suppose I was to some extent copying; thought this was a terrible thing to say; God wasn't like that。 I said the one I believed in was。
At any rate; such was the reason that particular patch of ground got its name: the Snake Park。
I lay in bed; thinking back on all this。 Father still hadn't e back。 Perhaps he was going to stay out all night。 That was extremely unusual; and rather worrying。 Perhaps he had been knocked down; or had died of a heart attack。
I've always had a rather ambivalent attitude towards something happening to my father; and it persists。 A death is always exciting; always makes you realise how alive you are; how vulnerable but so…far…lucky; but the death of somebody close gives you a good excuse to go a bit crazy for a while and do things that would otherwise be inexcusable。 What delight to behave really badly and still get loads of sympathy!
But I'd miss him; and I don't know what the legal position would be about me staying on here by myself。 Would I get all his money? That would be good; I could get my motorbike now instead of having to wait。 Jesus; there'd be so many things I could do I don't even know where to start thinking about them。 But it would be a big cha