Complete Works of Robert Louis Stevenson (Illustrated) (834 page)

His competence, however, does not reach to music; and his verses, when they are ready, are taught to a professional musician, who sets them and instructs the chorus.  Asked what his songs were about, Tembinok’ replied, ‘Sweethearts and trees and the sea.  Not all the same true, all the same lie.’  For a condensed view of lyrical poetry (except that he seems to have forgot the stars and flowers) this would be hard to mend.  These multifarious occupations bespeak (in a native and an absolute prince) unusual activity of mind.

The palace court at noon is a spot to be remembered with awe, the visitor scrambling there, on the loose stones, through a splendid nightmare of light and heat; but the sweep of the wind delivers it from flies and mosquitoes; and with the set of sun it became heavenly.  I remember it best on moonless nights.  The air was like a bath of milk.  Countless shining stars were overhead, the lagoon paved with them.  Herds of wives squatted by companies on the gravel, softly chatting.  Tembinok’ would doff his jacket, and sit bare and silent, perhaps meditating songs; the favourite usually by him, silent also.  Meanwhile in the midst of the court, the palace lanterns were being lit and marshalled in rank upon the ground - six or eight square yards of them; a sight that gave one strange ideas of the number of ‘my pamily’: such a sight as may be seen about dusk in a corner of some great terminus at home.  Presently these fared off into all corners of the precinct, lighting the last labours of the day, lighting one after another to their rest that prodigious company of women.  A few lingered in the middle of the court for the card-party, and saw the honours shuffled and dealt, and Tembinok’ deliberating between his two; hands, and the queens losing their tobacco.  Then these also were scattered and extinguished; and their place was taken by a great bonfire, the night-light of the palace.  When this was no more, smaller fires burned likewise at the gates.  These were tended by the crones, unseen, unsleeping - not always unheard.  Should any approach in the dark hours, a guarded alert made the circuit of the palisade; each sentry signalled her neighbour with a stone; the rattle of falling pebbles passed and died away; and the wardens of Tembinok’ crouched in their places silent as before.

CHAPTER IV - THE KING OF APEMAMA: EQUATOR TOWN AND THE PALACE

Five persons were detailed to wait upon us.  Uncle Parker, who brought us toddy and green nuts, was an elderly, almost an old man, with the spirits, the industry, and the morals of a boy of ten.  His face was ancient, droll, and diabolical, the skin stretched over taut sinews, like a sail on the guide-rope; and he smiled with every muscle of his head.  His nuts must be counted every day, or he would deceive us in the tale; they must be daily examined, or some would prove to be unhusked; nothing but the king’s name, and scarcely that, would hold him to his duty.  After his toils were over he was given a pipe, matches, and tobacco, and sat on the floor in the maniap’ to smoke.  He would not seem to move from his position, and yet every day, when the things fell to be returned the plug had disappeared; he had found the means to conceal it in the roof, whence he could radiantly produce it on the morrow.  Although this piece of legerdemain was performed regularly before three or four pairs of eyes, we could never catch him in the fact; although we searched after he was gone, we could never find the tobacco.  Such were the diversions of Uncle Parker, a man nearing sixty.  But he was punished according unto his deeds: Mrs. Stevenson took a fancy to paint him, and the sufferings of the sitter were beyond description.

Three lasses came from the palace to do our washing and racket with Ah Fu.  They were of the lowest class, hangers-on kept for the convenience of merchant skippers, probably low-born, perhaps out-islanders, with little refinement whether of manner or appearance, but likely and jolly enough wenches in their way.  We called one
Guttersnipe
, for you may find her image in the slums of any city; the same lean, dark-eyed, eager, vulgar face, the same sudden, hoarse guffaws, the same forward and yet anxious manner, as with a tail of an eye on the policeman: only the policeman here was a live king, and his truncheon a rifle.  I doubt if you could find anywhere out of the islands, or often there, the parallel of
Fatty
, a mountain of a girl, who must have weighed near as many stones as she counted summers, could have given a good account of a life-guardsman, had the face of a baby, and applied her vast mechanical forces almost exclusively to play.  But they were all three of the same merry spirit.  Our washing was conducted in a game of romps; and they fled and pursued, and splashed, and pelted, and rolled each other in the sand, and kept up a continuous noise of cries and laughter like holiday children.  Indeed, and however strange their own function in that austere establishment, were they not escaped for the day from the largest and strictest Ladies’ School in the South Seas?

Our fifth attendant was no less a person than the royal cook.  He was strikingly handsome both in face and body, lazy as a slave, and insolent as a butcher’s boy.  He slept and smoked on our premises in various graceful attitudes; but so far from helping Ah Fu, he was not at the pains to watch him.  It may be said of him that he came to learn, and remained to teach; and his lessons were at times difficult to stomach.  For example, he was sent to fill a bucket from the well.  About half-way he found my wife watering her onions, changed buckets with her, and leaving her the empty, returned to the kitchen with the full.  On another occasion he was given a dish of dumplings for the king, was told they must be eaten hot, and that he should carry them as fast as possible.  The wretch set off at the rate of about a mile in the hour, head in air, toes turned out.  My patience, after a month of trial, failed me at the sight.  I pursued, caught him by his two big shoulders, and thrusting him before me, ran with him down the hill, over the sands, and through the applauding village, to the Speak House, where the king was then holding a pow-wow.  He had the impudence to pretend he was internally injured by my violence, and to profess serious apprehensions for his life.

All this we endured; for the ways of Tembinok’ are summary, and I was not yet ripe to take a hand in the man’s death.  But in the meanwhile, here was my unfortunate China boy slaving for the pair, and presently he fell sick.  I was now in the position of Cimondain Lantenac, and indeed all the characters in
Quatre-Vingt-Treize
: to continue to spare the guilty, I must sacrifice the innocent.  I took the usual course and tried to save both, with the usual consequence of failure.  Well rehearsed, I went down to the palace, found the king alone, and obliged him with a vast amount of rigmarole.  The cook was too old to learn: I feared he was not making progress; how if we had a boy instead? - boys were more teachable.  It was all in vain; the king pierced through my disguises to the root of the fact; saw that the cook had desperately misbehaved; and sat a while glooming.  ‘I think he tavvy too much,’ he said at last, with grim concision; and immediately turned the talk to other subjects.  The same day another high officer, the steward, appeared in the cook’s place, and, I am bound to say, proved civil and industrious.

As soon as I left, it seems the king called for a Winchester and strolled outside the palisade, awaiting the defaulter.  That day Tembinok’ wore the woman’s frock; as like as not, his make-up was completed by a pith helmet and blue spectacles.  Conceive the glaring stretch of sandhills, the dwarf palms with their noon-day shadows, the line of the palisade, the crone sentries (each by a small clear fire) cooking syrup on their posts - and this chimaera waiting with his deadly engine.  To him, enter at last the cook, strolling down the sandhill from Equator Town, listless, vain and graceful; with no thought of alarm.  As soon as he was well within range, the travestied monarch fired the six shots over his head, at his feet, and on either hand of him: the second Apemama warning, startling in itself, fatal in significance, for the next time his majesty will aim to hit.  I am told the king is a crack shot; that when he aims to kill, the grave may be got ready; and when he aims to miss, misses by so near a margin that the culprit tastes six times the bitterness of death.  The effect upon the cook I had an opportunity of seeing for myself.  My wife and I were returning from the sea-side of the island, when we spied one coming to meet us at a very quick, disordered pace, between a walk and a run.  As we drew nearer we saw it was the cook, beside himself with some emotion, his usual warm, mulatto colour declined into a bluish pallor.  He passed us without word or gesture, staring on us with the face of a Satan, and plunged on across the wood for the unpeopled quarter of the island and the long, desert beach, where he might rage to and fro unseen, and froth out the vials of his wrath, fear, and humiliation.  Doubtless in the curses that he there uttered to the bursting surf and the tropic birds, the name of the Kaupoi - the rich man - was frequently repeated.  I had made him the laughing-stock of the village in the affair of the king’s dumplings; I had brought him by my machinations into disgrace and the immediate jeopardy of his days; last, and perhaps bitterest, he had found me there by the way to spy upon him in the hour of his disorder.

Time passed, and we saw no more of him.  The season of the full moon came round, when a man thinks shame to lie sleeping; and I continued until late - perhaps till twelve or one in the morning - to walk on the bright sand and in the tossing shadow of the palms.  I played, as I wandered, on a flageolet, which occupied much of my attention; the fans overhead rattled in the wind with a metallic chatter; and a bare foot falls at any rate almost noiseless on that shifting soil.  Yet when I got back to Equator Town, where all the lights were out, and my wife (who was still awake, and had been looking forth) asked me who it was that followed me, I thought she spoke in jest.  ‘Not at all,’ she said.  ‘I saw him twice as you passed, walking close at your heels.  He only left you at the corner of the maniap’; he must be still behind the cook-house.’  Thither I ran - like a fool, without any weapon - and came face to face with the cook.  He was within my tapu-line, which was death in itself; he could have no business there at such an hour but either to steal or to kill; guilt made him timorous; and he turned and fled before me in the night in silence.  As he went I kicked him in that place where honour lies, and he gave tongue faintly like an injured mouse.  At the moment I daresay he supposed it was a deadly instrument that touched him.

What had the man been after?  I have found my music better qualified to scatter than to collect an audience.  Amateur as I was, I could not suppose him interested in my reading of the
Carnival of Venice
, or that he would deny himself his natural rest to follow my variations on
The Ploughboy
.  And whatever his design, it was impossible I should suffer him to prowl by night among the houses.  A word to the king, and the man were not, his case being far beyond pardon.  But it is one thing to kill a man yourself; quite another to bear tales behind his back and have him shot by a third party; and I determined to deal with the fellow in some method of my own.  I told Ah Fu the story, and bade him fetch me the cook whenever he should find him.  I had supposed this would be a matter of difficulty; and far from that, he came of his own accord: an act really of desperation, since his life hung by my silence, and the best he could hope was to be forgotten.  Yet he came with an assured countenance, volunteered no apology or explanation, complained of injuries received, and pretended he was unable to sit down.  I suppose I am the weakest man God made; I had kicked him in the least vulnerable part of his big carcase; my foot was bare, and I had not even hurt my foot.  Ah Fu could not control his merriment.  On my side, knowing what must be the nature of his apprehensions, I found in so much impudence a kind of gallantry, and secretly admired the man.  I told him I should say nothing of his night’s adventure to the king; that I should still allow him, when he had an errand, to come within my tapu-line by day; but if ever I found him there after the set of the sun I would shoot him on the spot; and to the proof showed him a revolver.  He must have been incredibly relieved; but he showed no sign of it, took himself off with his usual dandy nonchalance, and was scarce seen by us again.

These five, then, with the substitution of the steward for the cook, came and went, and were our only visitors.  The circle of the tapu held at arm’s-length the inhabitants of the village.  As for ‘my pamily,’ they dwelt like nuns in their enclosure; only once have I met one of them abroad, and she was the king’s sister, and the place in which I found her (the island infirmary) was very likely privileged.  There remains only the king to be accounted for.  He would come strolling over, always alone, a little before a meal-time, take a chair, and talk and eat with us like an old family friend.  Gilbertine etiquette appears defective on the point of leave-taking.  It may be remembered we had trouble in the matter with Karaiti; and there was something childish and disconcerting in Tembinok’s abrupt ‘I want go home now,’ accompanied by a kind of ducking rise, and followed by an unadorned retreat.  It was the only blot upon his manners, which were otherwise plain, decent, sensible, and dignified.  He never stayed long nor drank much, and copied our behaviour where he perceived it to differ from his own.  Very early in the day, for instance, he ceased eating with his knife.  It was plain he was determined in all things to wring profit from our visit, and chiefly upon etiquette.  The quality of his white visitors puzzled and concerned him; he would bring up name after name, and ask if its bearer were a ‘big chiep,’ or even a ‘chiep’ at all - which, as some were my excellent good friends, and none were actually born in the purple, became at times embarrassing.  He was struck to learn that our classes were distinguishable by their speech, and that certain words (for instance) were tapu on the quarter-deck of a man-of-war; and he begged in consequence that we should watch and correct him on the point.  We were able to assure him that he was beyond correction.  His vocabulary is apt and ample to an extraordinary degree.  God knows where he collected it, but by some instinct or some accident he has avoided all profane or gross expressions.  ‘Obliged,’ ‘stabbed,’ ‘gnaw,’ ‘lodge,’ ‘power,’ ‘company,’ ‘slender,’ ‘smooth,’ and ‘wonderful,’ are a few of the unexpected words that enrich his dialect.  Perhaps what pleased him most was to hear about saluting the quarter-deck of a man-of-war.  In his gratitude for this hint he became fulsome.  ‘Schooner cap’n no tell me,’ he cried; ‘I think no tavvy!  You tavvy too much; tavvy ‘teama’, tavvy man-a-wa’.  I think you tavvy everything.’ Yet he gravelled me often enough with his perpetual questions; and the false Mr. Barlow stood frequently exposed before the royal Sandford.  I remember once in particular.  We were showing the magic-lantern; a slide of Windsor Castle was put in, and I told him there was the ‘outch’ of Victoreea.  ‘How many pathom he high?’ he asked, and I was dumb before him.  It was the builder, the indefatigable architect of palaces, that spoke; collector though he was, he did not collect useless information; and all his questions had a purpose.  After etiquette, government, law, the police, money, and medicine were his chief interests - things vitally important to himself as a king and the father of his people.  It was my part not only to supply new information, but to correct the old.  ‘My patha he tell me,’ or ‘White man he tell me,’ would be his constant beginning; ‘You think he lie?’  Sometimes I thought he did.  Tembinok’ once brought me a difficulty of this kind, which I was long of comprehending.  A schooner captain had told him of Captain Cook; the king was much interested in the story; and turned for more information - not to Mr. Stephen’s Dictionary, not to the
Britannica
, but to the Bible in the Gilbert Island version (which consists chiefly of the New Testament and the Psalms).  Here he sought long and earnestly; Paul he found, and Festus and Alexander the coppersmith: no word of Cook.  The inference was obvious: the explorer was a myth.  So hard it is, even for a man of great natural parts like Tembinok’, to grasp the ideas of a new society and culture.