Authors: Victor Canning
The mate of the carrion crow which Yarra had killed came flying low along the valley ridge. It saw Yarra and wheeled and circled for a while over her. Not trusting the immobility of the body below, it slid away down the valley to forage among the Imber village ruins.
The rain lasted all day. Down at Danebury House Smiler worked wearing an old Army groundsheet tied over his shoulders. Although he wanted the rain to finish, he knew that it could well last all day. It was coming on a strong wind out of the north-west, the kind of wind his father always called a
cat's nose
wind, though his father couldn't tell him why sailors gave it that name. He wanted the rain to finish before the evening came because he had planned to go up on the plain to see if he could spot Yarra and her cubs hunting.
At six o'clock as he cycled back to Joe's cottage, it was still raining. The river was beginning to rise fast, and the road ditches and drains gurgled and spouted with torrents of frothing brown water. Smiler realized that there was no hope that it would stop that evening. He decided that after his supper he would walk from the cottage to the main road and get the bus to Warminster. There was a good film showing which he wanted to see. With luck, he thought, he might persuade Joe to come and then they would go in the old green van and Joe would let him drive. Often, now, Joe would let him take the wheel. Smiler was becoming a fairly confident driver, though Joe wouldn't let him drive in Warminster itself for fear of being caught by the police. Smiler wasn't yet old enough to have a provisional driver's licence. However, along the country roads Joe didn't mind a button about Smiler driving.
Up on the plain the rain had kept the cubs to the cave all day. Now and again one or other would venture out and inspect Yarra. As there was still no movement from her they eventually gave it up and huddled together at the back of the den, growing hungrier with each passing hour.
Towards midnight the rain stopped. The sky cleared swiftly of clouds and the fresh-washed stars shone down diamond-bright. The male cub, aware of the absence of rain noises in a moment of wakefulness, got up, stretched himself, and moved towards the mouth of the den. He was hungry. The lashing rain which he disliked had gone, and he knew that on the valley slope there were mice and shrews and small roosting birds to be caught.
He was two feet from the mouth of the cave when there was a noisy, rumbling sound. The few stars on the low horizon which he could see beyond the cave entrance suddenly disappeared. Something large and heavy hit him sharply across the neck. He spat and snarled with anger and bounded back to the rear wall of the den â as the roof of the cave entrance collapsed.
Weakened and loosened by the persistent rain which had soaked all day into the ground, the ancient archway of the tunnel entrance had suddenly subsided and sealed up the entry to the den.
Outside, the ground above the cave slipped forward in a minor avalanche, sweeping turf and chalk and stones down-wards in a spreading fan which half-buried Yarra's body. When the movement ended all that could be seen of Yarra was her head and shoulders and her forelegs. Behind her the mouth of the cave was blocked. Inside against the rear wall, the two cubs huddled together in fright.
Later that night a travelling fox caught Yarra's scent and came a little way down the valley side to investigate. It sat for a long time looking at Yarra and then moved on. At first light the buzzards, spiralling hundreds of feet above, saw her. The sand-martins hawking the early morning midges and gnats low along the hillside saw her. A white-bellied mouse rummaging among the branches of the tree-screen saw her. All of them knew her and all of them still kept their distance.
In the cave behind her the two cubs mewed, growled and spat, knowing only their hunger and growing thirst. The male cub explored the blockage and found a small puddle of water trapped in a hollow of the tunnel floor. He lapped at it and was joined by the other cub. By mid-morning their water supply had been exhausted.
At noon Smiler, who had planned to go up on the plain as soon as he was free, was asked by Miss Milly if he would mind staying and working through the Saturday afternoon. She and her sister were going to Salisbury, and two different lots of people were coming to Danebury Kennels to collect their dogs.
Mrs Lakey and Miss Milly did not return until six o'clock, but when Smiler got back to Joe's cottage, knowing he still had plenty of time to go up on the plain for a few hours, Joe said:
âYou thinking of going up top for a few hours tonight, Johnny?'
âWell, I was, Joe, if it's all right.'
Joe shook his head. â It's just the opposite. All left. Heard in the Angel this lunch time that the Army people is 'avin' a special all-night exercise up there. They'll be goin' in about now and won't be out until mid-day tomorrow. Thought I'd tip you off.'
âBut they wouldn't see me, Joe.'
âToo risky, me lad. They might be up to anything tonight. Place jumpin' with troops â and helicopters, flares and Old Nick knows what up in the sky. You keep out of there until tomorrow mid-day.'
âBut Joe, I'd be â'
âNothing doing, Johnny. I got a responsibility for you. Seein' that you live 'ere and, in a way, I'm sort of your uncle. Now, you want to go anywheres tonight then go down to the river. This rain'll 'ave made the big trout lively and fast on the fin.'
So Smiler â although he had an inward tussle with himself â went down to the river and contented himself with a brace of nice trout.
Up on the plain during the night the cubs moved restlessly and hungrily in their den, feeling the rumble through the earth of tanks passing up the valley below. They heard, too, the thudding vibrations of exercising troops moving along the ridgeway and the muted gnat-sound of helicopters that passed low over the plain. Now and again, too, came the far thumps of shells falling and exploding.
Just before twelve the next day, Smiler cycled up to the Heytesbury Vedette hut, going fast past the entrance of Danebury House in case Tonks should be about and spot him. If the Vedette hut were unmanned and the red danger flag not flying he knew that there would be no troops about. He carried his lunch and his field glasses in a haversack on his back, and he was wearing the Major's old green anorak.
The hut was empty and no flag flew. He hid his bicycle in a field down the road. In a few minutes he was heading across the plain by one of his many routes to Imber. He had no fear of Land Wardens because they never showed in their Land-Rovers an hour or so either side of mid-day on a Sunday.
He came down the valley slope past the old church into Imber. He crossed the road and circled away behind the ruined Imber Court and up the far valley side to his favourite spot for watching Yarra and the den.
It was a clear warm day. He settled himself in his grassy hollow and took out his field glasses and polished the lens and eye-pieces.
The moment he focused on the mouth of the den he saw the half-buried Yarra. At first he thought she was just sunning herself against the cave mouth. Then he saw the scar on the slope above the cave. The glasses brought up clearly the torn turf and the bare soil and the piled debris closing the mouth of the cave. For a moment he sat there too surprised to know what to do or think. He looked at Yarra again and this time realized with a sharp pang of anguish that she
really was
half-buried.
He jumped to his feet and avoiding all cover began to run down the valley side. However, at the bottom of the valley he stopped. His heart was bumping and he was panting for breath but, over his shock and distress at the thought of Yarra being dead, good sense was suddenly taking control. Yarra
might not
be dead. She might just be trapped and unconscious. If she were still alive she could be dangerous. You've got to go cautious, Samuel M., he told himself. And what about the cubs? Where were they?
He went up the valley side at an angle that would hide him from the road through Imber and also take him clear of the cave. Reaching the ridgetop, he went over it and moved slowly back along it until he judged that he was level with the cave.
He crawled through the grass. Long ago he had learnt not to expose himself on any skyline of the plain if he could help it. He peered over the side of the steep drop and had a clear view of Yarra. From the way she lay he was certain she was dead. Her pelt was matted and dirty from the past rain and earthfalls. Her head was twisted a little upwards and her mouth gaped unnaturally, showing her teeth. As Smiler saw this there was a dead weight inside him of sadness. Hard against the back of his eyes he felt the sting of tears and fought them back. He and Yarra had, in a way, escaped together. Now, Yarra was gone. It was awful. It ought not to have happened. She should be still as he was, free and fending for herself.
Lying there, he buried his face in his arms for a while. Then he slowly got up and went to the little plateau where Yarra lay behind the screen of trees and bushes. There was absolutely no doubt in his mind now that she was dead. Even so, he approached her warily. Leave nothing to chance, his dad had always said. Better be safe than sorry.
But there was no doubt about it. Yarra was gone. He moved to her and put a hand on her neck. It was stiff and there was no warmth in the pelt. He looked round and saw the blocked mouth of the cave and guessed how the collapse had happened ⦠during all that recent rain.
Then, as he looked at the jumbled pile of loose turf and soil, he heard very faintly a thin half-mewing, half-complaining noise. He went to the blockage and put his ear against it. The noise came again. This time, mixed with the mewing, was a brief, angry, spitting sound. Although he didn't know it, it came from the male cub.
Smiler sat back on his hunkers and scratched his head. For the moment Yarra was gone from his mind. The cubs were trapped inside the cave. What on earth was he to do?
Now Smiler was nothing if not practical and resourceful. Faced with a big problem he knew how to worry his way through it and sort out the right decisions to be made. And he had a big problem â and a lot of little ones â on his hands right now.
Take it slowly, Samuel M., he told himself. Sounds as though the cubs are both still alive. Thing Number One is, you've got to get them out. Thing Number Two is ⦠He began to sort his way through the situation.
As he sat there the buzzards up above saw him and swung away. All day they had watched Yarra and had been on the point of closing in for a cautious inspection. The carrion crow in a tall treetop at the valley mouth could see him. The carrion crow had become bolder during the day and had twice walked around Yarra from a safe distance but had lacked the courage to move in close. The sandmartins hunting the high-flying noon insects above him, and a hare couched farther down the valley side, had long seen him. Dozens of birds and animals were well aware of Smiler as he sat on his hunkers dealing with his problem.
A few minutes later and Smiler was making his way over the ridgetop. Not far away was one of the many firepoints which were dotted across the plain. These held beating poles for fighting the rapid fires often caused by some soldier throwing away a burning cigarette end. The one he was heading for, he knew, held an old spade.
The cubs had to be dug out. They would be hungry, thirsty, and frightened â and young animals in that state might be difficult to handle. He would have to face that one. Neither of them was big enough to do him any real harm so long as he watched himself. Then there was Yarra. He had to do something about her.
The next three hours were very busy ones for Smiler. He had to go down twice to Imber, and each time he had to keep a sharp watch for any patrolling Land Warden. In those three hours there was a time of great joy for Smiler and a time of great sorrow.
Within twenty minutes Smiler was back with the spade. He began to dig at the blocked entrance to the cave, working hard and fast and expertly. Fortunately the collapsed roof of the den opening was all loose soil and turf. There were no heavy stones amongst the debris. After about ten minutes hard going he had worked his way through the top part of the blockage, digging slightly downwards all the time. Suddenly his spade went through the last of the block. A small hole about the size of a man's head opened up and the sunlight poured through it.
He stopped digging and waited, listening. Inside the cave, the two cubs had long heard the sound of Smiler working away with the spade. When he finally broke through both of them were huddled together against the back wall of the den. The sudden sunlight blinded them. The male cub arched his back and snap-hissed, half in fear and half in defiance. The female crouched by him, more hungry than frightened, and gave a series of small mews.
Outside, Smiler clicked his tongue and gave a few low encouraging cries. He reached back and got his haversack. Inside, wrapped in grease paper for his lunch, was a small, cold, roast chicken. He broke off one of the legs and held it just outside the hole. He couldn't see the cubs, but he could hear them moving and crying now.
Inside the cave both cubs suddenly got the scent of the chicken. They ceased their noise. The male cub, drawn first by the smell of food, moved slowly forward towards the patch of daylight at the front of the cave. Two feet from it he stopped. He could see part of Smiler's face and the smell of the chicken was now stronger. The hunger in him overcame his fear. He climbed up over the loose soil to the opening.
Smiler, shaking with excitement, saw the male cub's head framed just inside the opening, saw the short stubby ears, the black lines of the face masking and the orange-brown pelt, black-spotted, of the cub's neck. Behind the male cub, the face of the female cub appeared. Smiler reached forward and dropped the chicken leg just inside the opening. The movement made both cubs jump back a little, spitting and hissing. Smiler, holding himself very still, guessing that movement would alarm them, made soft encouraging noises.