Nat said profoundly, “You bloody great fool.”
Ernie burst into his high rocketing laugh.
Fox held up his hand. “Shut up,” he said and nodded to one of his men, who came forward with the swords in a sacking bundle and gave them out to the dancers.
Ernie began to swing and slash with his sword.
“Where’s mine?” he demanded. “This’un’s not mine. Mine’s sharp.”
“That’ll do, you,” Fox said. “You’re not having a sharp one this time. Places, everyone. In the same order as before, if you please.”
Dr. Otterly nodded and went out through the archway into the arena.
“Now,” Dulcie said, “they really begin, don’t they, Aunt Akky?”
A preliminary scrape or two and then the jiggling reiterative tune. Out through the archway came Ernie, white-faced this time instead of black but wearing his black cap and gloves. His movements at first were less flamboyant than they had been on Wednesday, but perhaps he gathered inspiration from the fiddle, for they soon became more lively. He pranced and curvetted and began to slash out with his sword.
“This, I take it, is whiffling,” Alleyn said. “A kind of purification, isn’t it, Rector?”
“I believe so. Yes.”
Ernie completed his round and stood to one side. His brothers came out at a run, their bells jerking. Ernie joined them and they performed the Mardian Morris together, wearing their bells and leaving their swords in a heap near Dr. Otterly. This done they removed their bells and took up their swords. Ernie threaded his red ribbon. They stared at each other and, furtively, at Alleyn.
Now followed the entry of the hermaphrodite and the Hobby-Horse. Ralph Stayne’s extinguisher of a skirt, suspended from his armpits, swung and bounced. His man’s jacket spread over it. His hat, half topper, half floral toque, was jammed down over his forehead. The face beneath was incongruously grave.
“Crack’s” iron head poked and gangled monstrously on the top of its long canvas neck. The cheese-shaped body swung rhythmically and its skirt trailed on the ground. “Crack’s” jaws snapped and its ridiculous rudiment of a tail twitched busily. Together these two came prancing in.
Dulcie again said, “Here comes ‘Crack,’ ” and her great-aunt looked irritably at her as if she too were bent on a complete pastiche.
“Crack” finished his entry dead centre, facing the steps. A voice that seemed to have no point of origin but to be merely there asked anxiously:
“I say, sorry, but do you want all the fun and games?”
“Crack’s” neck opened a little, rather horridly, and Simon’s face could be seen behind the orifice.
“Everything,” Alleyn said.
“Oh, righty-ho. Look out, ladies, here I come,” the voice said. The neck closed. “Crack” swung from side to side as if the monster ogled its audience and made up its mind where to hunt. Camilla moved closer to Trixie and looked apprehensively from Alleyn to Ralph Stayne. Ralph signalled to her, putting his thumb up as if to reassure her of his presence.
“Crack’s” jaws snapped. It began to make pretended forays upon an imaginary audience. Dr. Otterly, still fiddling, moved nearer to Camilla and nodded to her encouragingly. “Crack” darted suddenly at Camilla. She ran like a hare before it, across the courtyard and into Ralph’s arms. “Crack” went off at the rear archway.
“Just what they did before,” Dulcie ejaculated. “Isn’t it, Aunt Akky? Isn’t it, Sam?”
The Rector murmured unhappily and Dame Alice said, “I do wish to goodness you’d shut up, Dulcie.”
“Well, I’m sorry, Aunt Akky, but — ow!” Dulcie ejaculated.
Alleyn had blown his whistle.
Dr. Otterly stopped playing. The Andersen brothers turned their faces toward Alleyn.
“One moment,” Alleyn said.
He moved to the bottom step and turned a little to take in both the party of three above him and the scattered groups in the courtyard.
“I want a general check, here,” he said. “Mrs. Bünz, are you satisfied that so far this was exactly what happened?”
Bailey had turned his torchlight on Mrs. Bünz. Her mouth was open. Her lips began to move.
“I’m afraid I can’t hear you,” Alleyn said. “Will you come a little nearer?”
She came very slowly towards him.
“Now,” he said.
“]a. It is what was done.”
“And what happened next?”
She moistened her lips. “There was the entry of the Fool,” she said.
“What did he do, exactly?”
She made an odd and very ineloquent gesture.
“He goes round,” she said. “Round and round.”
“And what else does he do?”
“Aunt Akky—”
“No,” Alleyn said so strongly that Dulcie gave another little yelp. “I want Mrs. Bünz to show us what he did.”
Mrs. Bünz was, as usual, much enveloped. As she moved forward, most reluctantly, a stiffish breeze sprang up. She was involved in a little storm of billowing handicraft.
In an uncomfortable silence she jogged miserably round the outside of the courtyard, gave two or three dejected skips and came to a halt in front of the steps. Dame Alice stared at her implacably and Dulcie gaped. The Rector looked at his boots.
“That is all,” said Mrs. Bünz.
“You have left something out,” said Alleyn.
“I do not remember everything,” Mrs. Bünz said in a strangulated voice.
“And I’ll tell you why,” Alleyn rejoined. “It is because you have never seen what he did. Not even when you looked through the window of the barn.”
She put her woolly hand to her mouth and stepped backwards.
“I’ll be bloody well danged!” Tom Plowman loudly ejaculated and was silenced by Trixie.
Mrs. Bünz said something that sounded like “— interests of scientific research —”
“Nor, I suggest, will you have seen what the Guiser did on his first entrance on Wednesday night. Because on Wednesday night you left the arena at the point we have now reached. Didn’t you, Mrs. Bünz?”
She only moved her head from side to side as if to assure herself that it was on properly.
“Do you say that’s wrong?”
She flapped her woollen paws and nodded.
“Yes, but you know, Aunt Akky, she did.”
“Hold your tongue, Dulcie, do,” begged her great-aunt.
“No,” Alleyn said. “Not at all. I want to hear from Miss Mardian.”
“Have it your own way. It’s odds on she don’t know what she’s talkin’ about.”
“Oh,” Dulcie cried, “but I do. I said so to you, Aunt Akky. I said, ‘Aunt Akky, do look at the German woman going away.” I said so to Sam. Didn’t I, Sam?”
The Rector, looking startled and rather guilty, said to Alleyn, “I believe she did.”
“And what was Mrs. Bünz doing, Rector?”
“She — actually — I really had quite forgotten — she was going out.”
“Well, Mrs. Bünz?”
Mrs. Bünz now spoke with the air of a woman who has had time to make up her mind.
“I had unexpected occasion,” she said, choosing her words, “to absent myself. Delicacy,” she added, “excuses me from further cobbent.”
“Rot,” said Dame Alice.
Alleyn said, “And when did you come back?”
She answered quickly, “During the first part of the sword-dance.”
“Why didn’t you tell me all this yesterday when we had such difficulty over the point?”
To that she had nothing to say.
Alleyn made a signal with his hand and Fox, who stood in the rear archway, turned to “Crack” and said something inaudible. They came forward together.
“Mr. Begg,” Alleyn called out, “will you take your harness off, if you please?”
“What say? Oh, righty-ho,” said Simon’s voice. There was a strange and uncanny upheaval. “Crack’s” neck collapsed and the iron head retreated after it into the cylindrical body. The whole frame tilted on its rim and presently Simon appeared.
“Good. Now, I suggest that on Wednesday evening, while you waited behind the wall at the back, you took off your harness as you have just done here.”