Penguin Books Australia Ltd, Ringwood, Victoria, Australia
Dear God, he's took to writing poetry.
'I'll clasp her in my arms and jump out of the window; we too shall both perform the triple somersault of love.
The candles had burnt out and she must have set her pet lark free because it perched on the edge of the silly coffin to sing him its ecstatic morning song. An honour, no doubt; in deference to his host's opinion of himself, he straightened his tie, brushed the crumbs from his tweed jacket.
When I told her I did not need it, she looked at me obliquely, along her nose. I would never have said, in the normal course of things, his voice would charm the birds out of the trees, like mine; and yet the bustle died for him, the homeward-turning costers paused in their tracks to hearken, the preening street girls forgot their hard-edged smiles as they turned to him and some of the old ones wept, they did. And he kissed those blazing rubies, too. She pours water from the ewer in her bedroom into the bowl, she washes her face with the wincing, fastidious gestures of a cat. There is a bright rug of woven rags on the pantiles.
But, after he'd called his Paris agent to book a passage for the States next day--just one tiny call, my little one--we should have time for dinner together. I rose to my feet; fear gave me strength. Winter and cold weather. He wears a wig, too, false hair tied at the nape with a bow, a wig of the kind you see in old-fashioned portraits. The bow will dance over the new strings of its own accord and they will cry out: 'Mother, mother, you have murdered me!'.
And, he said unspoken to my wounded vanity, I have had too many honeymoons to find them in the least pressing commitments.
In the centre is an elaborate catafalque, in ebony, surrounded by long candles in enormous silver candlesticks. When you came through the door retaining about you all the golden light of the summer's day of which I know nothing, nothing, the card called 'Les Amoureux' had just emerged from the tumbling chaos of imagery before me; it seemed to me you had stepped off the card into my darkness and, for a moment, I thought, perhaps, you might irradiate it. Then, overcome, I dropped the key I still held in my other hand. Here is the key to the china cabinet--don't laugh, my darling; there's a king's ransom in Sèvres in that closet, and a queen's ransom in Limoges.
His silver-headed cane!
There is a crude clumsiness about his outlines, that are on the ungainly, giant side; and he has an odd air of self-imposed restraint, as if fighting a battle with himself to remain upright when he would far rather drop down on all fours. My mother. And such a one she felt herself to be, Miss Lamb, spotless, sacrificial. And each stroke of his tongue ripped off skin after successive skin, all the skins of a life in the world, and left behind a nascent patina of shining hairs. We've not waited more than fifteen minutes--and just as well, so many rat-plagued Bergamots approach us already and are not easily dissuaded from employing us--when the front door flies open on a lusty scream. It gave him further, comforting proof of his unseen host's wealth and eccentricity to see the dog wore, in place of a collar, a diamond necklace. It was too late to keep silent; and if he, too, were one of my husband's creatures, then at least he had been kind to me.
The chill damp of this place creeps into the stones, into your bones, into the spongy pith of the lungs; it insinuated itself with a shiver into our parlour, where Milord came to play in the privacy essential to him. She has her knife and she is afraid of nothing.
The sables thereupon resolved themselves into a pack of black, squeaking rats that rattled immediately down the stairs on their hard little feet and were lost to sight.
I see my plan has come to nothing. Even when he asked me to marry him, and I said: 'Yes,' still he did not lose that heavy, fleshy composure of his. They will be like shadows, they will be like wraiths, grey members of a congregation of nightmare; hark! No ... now, where can I have left them? They did not warn us at Milan, or, if they did, we did not understand them--my limping Italian, the bewildering dialect of the region. His eyes swam; soon he would cry.
'When I want your advice, Puss, I'll ask for it,' he says, all at once hoity-toity. But the Erl-King gives them corn and when he whistles to them, a moment later you cannot see him for the birds that have covered him like a soft fall of feathered snow.
A wind rises; it makes a singular, wild, low, rushing sound. A cell had been prepared for me, a veritable cell, windowless, airless, lighdess, in the viscera of the palace.
Could this ragged girl with brindled lugs have spoken like we do she would have called herself a wolf, but she cannot speak, although she howls because she is lonely--yet' howl' is not the right word for it, since she is young enough to make the noise that pups do, bubbling, delicious, like that of a panful of fat on the fire. It turns out he has business to attend to; his estates, his companies--even on your honeymoon? A deep-buttoned leather sofa to recline on. Once at the village, I would fling myself directly on the mercy of the gendarmerie. 'I'm dying, Beauty,' he said in a cracked whisper of his former purr. I lay in bed alone. he says--to test the retractability of my claws, I do in moments of absence of mind, then what other valet could slip into a young girl's sacred privacy and deliver her a billet-doux at the very moment when she's reading her prayerbook with her sainted mother? Her painted ancestors turn away their eyes and grind their fangs. If I rang for them, a maid would bring me chocolates.
Eyes green as apples. He had made me change into that chaste little Poiret shift of white muslin; he seemed especially fond of it, my breasts showed through the flimsy stuff, he said, like little soft white doves that sleep, each one, with a pink eye open. But were all honour-bound to let me carry it no further. 'See! My satin nightdress had just been shaken from its wrappings; it had slipped over my young girl's pointed breasts and shoulders, supple as a garment of heavy water, and now teasingly caressed me, egregious, insinuating, nudging between my thighs as I shifted restlessly in my narrow berth. Sometimes the Countess will wake it for a brief cadenza by strumming the bars of its cage; she likes to hear it announce how it cannot escape. Where my father had been red as fire, now he was white as the snow that caked the window-pane. my old nurse used to remonstrate. The last little chambermaid had trotted along the causeway long ago and now the tide, fated as I, came tumbling in, the crisp wavelets splashing on the old stones. He seemed to know that I had smiled. I'd perform my little Spanish dance while he went round with his hat: olé!
'I can scarcely believe it,' he said, wondering. He was far larger than I could have imagined, from the poor, shabby things I'd seen once, in the Czar's menagerie at Petersburg, the golden fruit of their eyes dimming, withering in the far North of captivity.
Returning late from supper after the theatre, she took off her earrings in front of the mirror; Beauty. I congratulate her ingenuity with a few affectionate cuffs round the head and home again, for breakfast, ubiquitous Puss, here, there and everywhere, who's your Figaro? What big eyes you have. A bewildering reception.
It was the master's custom. She saw herself upon it and her eyes, with their sombre clarity, took on a veiled, introspective look.
So this hunter dug a pit and put a duck in it, for bait, all alive-oh; and he covered the pit with straw smeared with wolf dung. Please.'.
No room, no corridor that did not rustle with the sound of the sea and all the ceilings, the walls on which his ancestors in the stern regalia of rank lined up with their dark eyes and white faces, were stippled with refracted light from the waves which were always in motion; that luminous, murmurous castle of which I was the chatelaine, I, the little music student whose mother had sold all her jewellery, even her wedding ring, to pay the fees at the Conservatoire. How did she think, how did she feel, this perennial stranger with her furred thoughts and her primal sentience that existed in a flux of shifting impressions; there are no words to describe the way she negotiated the abyss between her dreams, those wakings strange as her sleepings. Often I am so silent that I think I, too, will soon forget how to do so and nobody here will ever talk any more.'. Quite damned. For now my own skin was my sole capital in the world and today I'd make my first investment. How cruel it is, to keep wild birds in cages! 'Coffee,' she said. I was brought to my senses by the insistent shrilling of the telephone.
She sits in a chair covered in moth-ravaged burgundy velvet at the low, round table and distributes the cards; sometimes the lark sings, but more often remains a sullen mound of drab feathers. He cursed the useless car, the last straw that broke his spirit; then, nothing for it but to fasten his old sheepskin coat around him, abandon the heap of metal and set off down the snow-filled lane to look for help. Enough to melt the thorniest heart. Puss, there!'. This edition published 1993, Copyright © Angela Carter, 1979
The nuns poured water over her, poked her with sticks to rouse her. He was surprised to find how ruinous the interior of the house was--cobwebs, worm-eaten beams, crumbling plaster; but the mute crone resolutely wound him on the reel of her lantern down endless corridors, up winding staircases, through the galleries where the painted eyes of family portraits briefly flickered as they passed, eyes that belonged, he noticed, to faces, one and all, of a quite memorable beastliness. 'A sandwich,' he offers. He knows which of the frilled, blotched, rotted fungi are fit to eat; he understands their eldritch ways, how they spring up overnight in lightless places and thrive on dead things. Even then, said the red lips that kissed me before he left me alone with my bewildered senses--a wet, silken brush from his beard; a hint of the pointed tip of the tongue. Until she jumps up in bed and shrieks to hear a howling, coming on the wind from the forest. And a three-storey drop to ground, what's more; a grand descent. Yet, when he shakes out those two clear notes from his bird call, I come, like any other trusting thing that perches on the crook of his wrist. 'He will lick the skin off me!'. His curling mane was disordered, as if he had run his hands through it in his distraction. Beauty would pass the day in her suite reading or, perhaps, doing a little embroidery; a box of coloured silks and a frame had been provided for her. The Countess stood behind a low table, beside a pretty, silly, gilt-and-wire birdcage, hands outstretched in a distracted attitude that was almost one of flight; she looked as startled by their entry as if she had not requested it. He rapped upon the panels with his knuckles. At that, the old hag comes battering at the door. The train slowed, shuddered to a halt. My father, of course, believed in miracles; what gambler does not?
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