Young bloods - Scarrow Simon - Страница 25

'I can. Two years ago. Back in Dangan.'

His father laughed, and started coughing again for a moment. 'That was a long time ago. Life was much quieter then.'

'Life was better, Father.'

Garrett turned to look at his son, and the expression of unhappiness in the young boy's face was palpable. He squeezed Arthur's shoulder. 'You really don't like it here, do you?'

'No.'

Garrett nodded. 'I should have noticed. I haven't been paying much attention to you.'

'No.'

'I'm sorry… I must admit, I'm getting a bit jaded by life here. Much too ornamental. Too little substance. And very expensive. The air's not good for me either. Perhaps we should leave for a while. Take a holiday. Go back to Dangan for a few months. Would you like that?'

'Yes.'Arthur spoke quietly, but his heart swelled with hope.'We could learn Dr Buckleby's piece together.'

'What? Oh, yes. That old thing… Be interesting to see if he still has his touch. Soon as I'm better I'll have a word with-'

He was interrupted by a volley of of musket fire and both of them turned in the direction of the distant shouting. A terrible, shrill noise rose up from the invisible crowd and Arthur felt his spine tingle with cold as he realised that he was hearing screaming. A vast mass of people screaming in terror.

'What's happening, Father?'

'I'm not sure.' He strained his ears. 'It sounds like a battle. Or a massacre.'

They stood a while longer listening. More volleys were fired and the screaming went on and on, rising and falling in intensity.

'What on earth is going on out there?' Anne called from inside. A moment later she emerged on to the balcony. 'Garrett! You should be in bed.You're not-'

'Quiet! Listen!'

The sounds of the violence carried clearly across the rooftops and her eyes widened in surprise. 'Good Lord, sounds like a quite a fracas. Hope it doesn't come this way.' She kissed her husband on the cheek. 'I'm going to the party now. I've sent O'Shea for the carriage.'

'Do you think it's wise to go out?'

'Why on earth not? That trouble is in the opposite direction.'

'For now.'

'Oh, tish! It's nothing to be worried about. Now get back to bed.'

Suddenly there was shouting from further up the street. Then the first dim shadows flitted between the streetlamps. As they watched more of them appeared, like rats running for their lives, some crying out in panic. Then they heard some harsh shouting and the grinding thud of army boots charging down the street towards the house.

'Get them! Get those bastards!' a voice bellowed.

Now Arthur could make out the forms of soldiers in amongst the people fleeing along the street. They had fixed their bayonets and the wicked spikes glinted in the lamplight as the soldiers ran down their prey. Arthur held his breath as he saw one of the soldiers slam the butt of his musket into the back of a man's head, and as his victim slipped to the ground the soldier calmly reversed the weapon and drove the bayonet into the man's chest, twisted it and wrenched it free before continuing the chase.

Suddenly there was a shout from directly below the balcony. A woman had seen the family gazing down into the street and was calling up to them.

'Let us in! For pity's sake, let us in. They're murderin' us out 'ere!'

She ran to the door and started pounding on the gleaming paint work. In the middle of the street a soldier stopped and Arthur saw that it was the sergeant who had marched past earlier. Only now he had a sword in his hand. He strode across and mounted the pavement. With his spare hand he grabbed a fistful of the woman's hair, wrenched her away from the door and spun her into the gutter. She shrieked in pain, then terror as the sword arm swept up. Then the blade glinted down, crushing the pale hand that had risen to try to fend the blade off, and an instant later there was a crunch as the sword cut into the woman's skull. She lay still in the street as a dark halo slowly pooled about her face.

'Inside!' Garrett ordered, pressing his wife and son towards the doors. They did not resist and mutely retreated from the horror outside.Then Garrett shut the doors and swept the curtain across, shutting off the view of the street.

'Oh God,' Anne muttered. 'Did you see? Did you see what he did to that woman? I think I'm going to be sick. Garrett… Garrett?'

Arthur turned round and saw that his father was clutching his chest. He was making small, agonised grunting noises as he tried to breathe.

'Father?' Arthur grabbed his arm. 'Father? What's the matter?'

Garrett shook his head, then his face crumpled into an expression of terrible agony. As Anne screamed, he collapsed to the floor.

Chapter 20

'I'm afraid your husband has something of a weak constitution, my lady.' The doctor pulled on his coat as he delivered his conclusions. 'His heart is particularly susceptible to his overall condition. He'll need as much rest as he can manage for what is left of his life. On no account is he to exert himself. Is that clear?'

Anne nodded and turned to her husband lying in the bed, propped up on pillows. His arms lay limply each side of his body, on the bedclothes. She took his hand and gave it an affectionate squeeze. 'So, no more concerts for you, my dear. You heard the doctor.You must rest.'

'Indeed you must.' Dr Henderson added with an emphatic nod, 'Your condition demands it, sir.'

Garrett Wesley smiled faintly. 'Very well. I'm outnumbered. I give in.'

'Good,' Anne smiled, rising from the chair. 'I'll see the doctor out.'

'Wait.' Garrett raised a hand. 'Doctor?'

'What is it, sir?'

'You've been on your calls this morning. How is it on the streets?'

The doctor had picked up his cane and bag and now rapped the cane sharply on the floorboards. 'Terrible, sir. Bodies everywhere, and troops… They're stopping everyone, regardless of their social station, and demanding to know their business. It's an intolerable state of affairs.'

'Quite.' Garrett frowned. 'Bodies, you say? Has there been any report of how many?'

'There must be hundreds dead, sir. Thousands more wounded. Not to mention the destruction caused by that damned rabble. Dozens of Catholic chapels and houses burned to the ground, or damaged beyond repair.They even had the gall to attack Newgate and Fleet prisons and set the inmates loose on the street. The Bank of England itself was assaulted. If it hadn't been for John Wilkes and his militia the Bank would have been burned to the ground. I tell you, sir, it was a close-run thing. We've escaped anarchy by a whisker.'

Anne stared at him. 'Surely it can't have been as bad as that?'

The doctor pursed his lips. 'I'm sure of it. If it hadn't been for the army, law and order would have gone up in smoke as well. Now, if you'll excuse me, my lady, I have much urgent business this morning.' He turned to Garrett and made a formal bow.'I bid you good day, my lord.'

'Thank you, Doctor.'

'I'll send my man with the bill later.'

Garrett smiled. 'Receipt of which will ensure a speedy recovery.'

They both laughed and then Garrett's face twisted in pain and he hunched forward, fists clenched as a fit of coughing seized him. It quickly passed and he slumped back, sweat gleaming on his brow.The doctor wagged a finger at him, and then turned and left the room, dodging to one side as he became aware of Arthur and Gerald, who had been surreptitiously watching the consultation around the doorframe.

They smiled guiltily and were about to make off when their mother called out to them, 'You might as well come in, since I assume you overheard our conversation.'

The two shuffled into the room and stood at the end of their father's bed. He smiled at them. 'It's all right, boys, the doctor says I won't die.'