And Mayli, her lips curving and her eyes dancing, although a moment before she had been too weary to draw her breath, saluted him and said, “We have only just arrived, Sir, and where are we to be billeted?”
Then he came to himself and he choked and in one leap and two steps he was in his room again and pulling on his uniform and buckling his belt around him. A moment more and he opened the door as though he had seen none of them before.
He looked very stern and he shouted, “Have you come? Where is your superior?”
“The doctor lost himself, I think,” Mayli said gently. “He must have turned the wrong way. We were following him until about fifteen miles back, and then we could not find him and came on alone.”
“Ha!” the General shouted and his aide came to his side.
“Take these women to the Confucian temple which was set aside for them,” he said.
The General stood waiting, very straight and firm on his legs, while the girls fell in behind Mayli. She led them proudly but at the gate he saw her turn and her eyes met his, under the lamp over the gate, and he saw them shining with laughter. Then she was gone.
And he went back into his room and stood still in the middle of the room, and then it came to him how he had looked bouncing into the inn yard full of rage, naked except for the little cloth about his middle — he the General! And suddenly he began to laugh and he sat down to laugh and laughed a long while. When at last he went to bed again he felt eased and ready to sleep, and he was about to sleep until something came into his mind to wake him for yet one more moment, and this was the thought that waked him. Here were Sheng and Mayli, and Mayli had told the General that Sheng was not to know where she was. Would he tell Sheng or not that she had come? He pondered this for a moment and weighed the pleasure of surprising Sheng so joyfully and of teasing Mayli because she had laughed at him when she passed through the gate.
Then he thought, “No, this is war, and I must not forget it even for a moment. It is better that they do not meet, lest each forget their duty and think of love and it be my fault.”
This he decided and he yawned two or three times loudly and shook himself so that the dust fell down out of the grass cloth canopy above him and he cursed once or twice more at all that the day had brought and so he fell asleep.
XI
IN THAT PART OF the town where the women were quartered Mayli was busy. She who had never had to work in her life was now finding it was pleasure to have to work, though more than half her pleasure was in feeling upon her the ordering of all these other lives. She liked to tell others what to do, and laughed at herself secretly because she knew she liked it, and so partly to excuse her own pleasure she saw to it that none could complain against her because she only told others what to do and did nothing herself.
Therefore if there were a filthy room to clean or a courtyard fouled by animals before they could use it, she commanded her women, “Fall to, every one of you, and clean away this filth!”
But even as she commanded it, she led the way, and from morning until night she did not take off the cotton uniform she wore. And somewhere, always close beside her, was Pansiao, who was happy and complained of nothing if she could be near Mayli.
This Pansiao was one of those who would never be anything but a child. What the war was for she did not know and she cared nothing. She had almost forgotten her old home and her parents, and when Mayli discovered this, she took care to speak sometimes of Ling Tan and Ling Sao, of the brothers and of Jade and the little children. Pansiao’s round pretty face lit itself with smiles whenever Mayli spoke of these whom she knew were her own, but soon the smiles gave way to a strange listening gravity.
“Do you remember,” Mayli said one day as they stooped together beside a pond to wash their clothes, “how there is a pond near your father’s house? They told me it was made by a bomb, but when I saw it, there were already fish in it.”
“Was there a pond?” Pansiao asked, puzzling. “Did I see it?”
“Ah well, perhaps you did not,” Mayli said quickly. “But do you remember the little pool in the court where there are goldfish?”
Pansiao did not answer. She stopped beating out her coat on the stone where she had folded it and looked quietly at Mayli.
“Do you not remember the court and the table there under the reed mats and how cool it is in summer?” Mayli asked her.
“Of course I remember,” Pansiao said slowly. Then a look of pain stole out of her eyes. “I cannot remember their faces,” she said in a low voice. “I remember my third brother’s face because we used to ride the buffalo together when we took it to the hills for grass, but my father’s face — I try to think how it looks. I know my mother is a strong thin woman and she has a loud voice. But I cannot remember her face. It seems to me I cannot remember anything before we ran out of our house that night and took shelter with the foreign woman.”
The young girl’s eyes strained through the distance, as she forced her memory, and then Mayli knew that indeed Pansiao’s memory had broken itself off at that certain moment. “Do not try to remember,” she said gently. “Some day you will see them all again and then it will come to you.”
Pansiao laughed with sudden childlike laughter. “Of course it will,” she said, and she fell to beating the garment again so that little droplets of water fell everywhere, and glistened on her pretty eyebrows and hung on her cheeks like tears. “But my third brother — Sheng, you know. Now I remember him so well. He had a bad temper when he was little and we all gave in to him. I was afraid of him, too, and yet when we were on the hills alone, he found red wine-berries and gave them to me. He used to tell me that one day he would run away from home.”
Mayli swirled her wet blue coat through the pond water to rinse it. “Run away and do what?” she asked.
“That he would not tell me,” Pansiao said, laughing. “I think he didn’t know — I think he pretended he had some plan and he had none.”
“It is just as well,” Mayli replied. “Since all young men now must have the same work to do — to fight until the enemy is driven off our land.”
“Yes,” Pansiao said gaily, and by her look and voice showed she had no feeling or knowledge of the war.
For this young girl had learned to escape what she hated and feared, which was this war, and she escaped by willfully not knowing what happened around her. She busied herself cheerfully and with full content in whatever Mayli told her to do. She helped the cooks and she washed and mended and she took most faithful care of any who were sick, and soon all loved her and laughed at her, but let the war be mentioned, and blankness came over her face like sleep and her eyes stole away to one side or another.
She had one more strangeness. This floating mind of hers knew no difference any more between right or wrong. If she saw some small thing she liked she took it for herself. The first time Mayli discovered this was one day when she and three out of her four aides and Pansiao went out on the streets together to buy thread and new cotton socks and such small useful things. In a little wayside shop they paused to look at paper flowers for the hair — not to buy, for what use had they for such ornaments now in their life? But they looked for a moment, being women, and indeed the ornaments were very cleverly made, and there were butterflies hovering over the flowers, twisted out of gold wire and blue kingfisher’s feathers. Then, when they had admired them enough, they went on their way. In a moment they heard a great outcry behind them and they turned and saw the woman who had been in the shop running after them and screaming and pointing at Pansiao.
“What now?” Mayli demanded of the woman. But how could she understand what the woman said, who spoke only her own language? Nevertheless the woman pulled and jerked at Pansiao and tore at the buttons of her coat, so that they all sprang to defend the girl. But at that moment the woman pulled off a button of Pansiao’s coat, and there in the pocket underneath there peeped out two of the ornaments.