the nabob-第50章
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their hands joined； ribbons flying； hats cocked； and the red scarves round their hips； beyond them； on the succeeding terraces were the choral societies in rows； dressed in black with red caps； their standard…bearer in front； grave； important； his teeth clinched； holding high his carved staff； farther down still； on a vast circular space now arranged as an amphitheatre； were the black bulls； and the herdsmen from Camargue seated on their long…haired white horses； their high boots over their knees； at their wrists an uplifted spear； then more flags； helmets； bayonets； and decorations right down to the triumphal arch at the gates； as far as the eye could see； on the other side of the Rhone （across which the two railways had made a pontoon bridge that they might come straight from the station to Saint…Romans）； whole villages were assembling from every side； crowding to the Giffas road in a cloud of dust and a confusion of cries； sitting at the hedge…sides； clinging to the elms； squeezed in cartsa living wall for the procession。 Above all a great white sun which scintillated in every directionon the copper of a tambourine； on the point of a trident； on the fringe of a banner； and in the midst the great proud Rhone carrying to the sea the moving picture of this royal feast。 Before these marvels； where shone all the gold of his coffers； the Nabob had a sudden feeling of admiration and of pride。
〃This is beautiful；〃 he said； paling； and behind him his mother murmured； 〃It is too beautiful for man。 It is as if God were coming。〃 She was pale； too； but with an unutterable fear。
The sentiment of the old Catholic peasant was indeed that which was vaguely felt by all those people massed upon the roads as though for the passing of a gigantic Corpus Christi procession； and whom this visit of an Eastern prince to a child of their own country reminded of the legends of the Magi； or the advent of Gaspard the Moor； bringing to the carpenter's son myrrh and the triple crown。
As Jansoulet was being warmly congratulated by every one； Cardailhac； who had not been seen since morning； suddenly appeared； triumphant and perspiring。 〃Didn't I tell you there was something to work on！ Eh？ Isn't it fine？ What a scene！ I bet our Parisians would pay dear to be at such a first performance as this！〃 And lowering his voice； on account of the mother who was quite near； 〃Have you seen our country girls？ No？ Examine them more closelythe first； the one in front； who is to present the bouquet。〃
〃Why； it is Amy Ferat！〃
〃Just so。 You see； old fellow； if the Bey should throw his handkerchief amid that group of loveliness there must be some one to pick it up。 They wouldn't understand； these innocents。 Oh； I have thought of everything； you will see。 Everything is prepared and regulated just as on the stage。 Garden sidefarm side。〃
Here； to give an idea of the perfect organization； the manager raised his stick。 Immediately his gesture was repeated from the top to the bottom of the park； and from the choral societies； from the brass bands； from the tambourines； there burst forth the majestic strains of the popular southern song； /Grand Soleil de la Provence/。 Voices and instruments rose in the sunlight； the banners filled； the dancers swayed to their first movement； while on the other side of the river a report flew like a breeze that the Bey had arrived unexpectedly by another route。 The manager made another gesture； and the immense orchestra was hushed。 The response was slower this time； there were little delays； a hail of words lost in the leaves； but one could not expect more from a concourse of three thousand people。 Just then the carriages appeared； the state coaches which had been used on the occasion of the last Bey's visittwo large chariots； pink and gold as at Tunis。 Mme。 Jansoulet had tended them almost as holy relics； and they had come out of their coverings； with their panels； their hangings and their gold fringes； as shining and new as the day they were made。 Here again Cardailhac's ingenuity had been freely exercised。 He had thought horses looked too heavy for those unreal fragilities； so he had harnessed instead eight mules； with white reins； decorated with bows and pompons and bells； and caparisoned from head to foot in that marvellous Esparto workan art Provence has borrowed from the Moors and perfected。 How could the Bey not be pleased！
The Nabob； Monpavon； the prefect； and one of the generals got into the first coach； the others filled the succeeding carriages。 The priests and the mayors； swelling with importance； rushed to the head of the choral societies of their villages which were to go in front； and all moved off along the road to Giffas。
The weather was magnificent； but hot and heavy； three months in advance of the season； as often happens in this impetuous country； where everything is in a hurry and comes too soon。 Although there was not a cloud to be seen； the stillness of the atmospherethe wind had fallen suddenly like a loose saildazzling and heated white； a silent solemnity hanging over all； foretold a storm brewing in some corner of the horizon。 The immense torpor of things gradually influenced the living beings。 One heard too distinctly the tinkling mule…bells； the heavy steps in the dust of the band of singers whom Cardailhac was placing at regular distances in the seething human hedge which bordered the road and was lost in the distance； a sudden call； children's voices； and the cry of the water…seller； that necessary accompaniment of all open…air festivals in the Midi。
〃Open your window； general； it is stifling；〃 said Monpavon； crimson； fearing for his paint； and the lowered windows exposed to the populace these high functionaries mopping their august faces； strained； agonized； by the same expression of waitingwaiting for the Bey； for the storm； waiting for something； in short。
Still another trimphal arch。 It was at Giffas； its long； stony street strewn with green palms； and its sordid houses gay with flowers and bright hangings。 The station was outside the village； white and square； stuck like a thimble on the roadsidetrue type of a little country station； lost in the midst of vineyards； never having any one in it except perhaps sometimes an old woman and her parcels waiting in a corner； come three hours before the time。
In honour of the Bey this slight building had been rigged out with flags； adorned with rugs and divans； a splendid buffet had been fitted up with sherbets； all ready for his Highness。 Once there and out of the carriage the Nabob tried to dispel the feeling of uneasiness which he； too； had begun to suffer from。 Prefects； generals； deputies； people in dress…coats and uniforms； were standing about on the platform in imposing groups； their faces solemn； their mouths pursed； their bodies swaying and jerking in the knowing way of public functionaries who feel people are looking at them。 And you can imagine how noses were flattened against the windows to see all this hierarchical swelldom。 There was Monpavon； his shirt…front bulging like a whipped egg。 Cardailhac breathlessly giving his last orders； and the honest face of Jansoulet； whose sparkling eyes； set over his fat； sunburnt cheeks； looked like two gold nails in a goffering of Spanish leather。 Suddenly an electric bell rang。 The station…master； in a new uniform； ran down the line： 〃Gentlemen； the train is signalled。 It will be here in eight minutes。〃 Every one started； and with the same instinctive movement pulled out their watches。 Only six minutes more。 Then in the great silence some one said： 〃Look over there！〃 To the right； on the side from which the train was to come； two great slopes； covered with vines； made a sort of funnel into which the track disappeared as though swallowed up。 Just then all this hollow was as black as ink； darkened by an enormous cloud； a bar of gloom； cutting the blue of the sky perpendicularly； throwing out banks that resembled cliffs of basalt on which the light broke all white like moonshine。 In the solemnity of the deserted track； over the lines of silent rails where one felt that everything was ready for the coming of the prince； it was terrifying to see this aerial crag approaching； throwing its shadow before it；
