The pool of St Branok

Bill Merrywether attempted to restrain him but he pushed him aside. I watched him disappear down the shaft.

Someone turned and looked at me. It was one of the miners.

"It's all right, me dear," he said.

Someone else said: "He's crazy. It'll be the two of 'em now."

"What's going on?" I begged. "Tell me."

Mrs. Bowles was beside me. She put an arm round me. "It's a fall," she said. "It will be all right."

"My God," said someone. "He's got guts."

"Gone in to save his mate."

"Madness. Suicide."

Nobody answered.

I tried to fight my way to the head of the mine, but several of them held me back.

"You can't do nothing," said one of the miners. "We've just got to wait, my dear, to be ready if ..."

I don't know how long it was. Time stood still. The silence was intense. All that sky ... the scene which had become so repugnant to me ... and all these people now joined together as though in silent prayer.

How long? I do not know. Seconds ... minutes ... hours. I kept thinking of them in that room, Gervaise glaring at Justin. Gervaise the gambler, Justin the cheat ... and they were down in the mine together ... the mine I had always subconsciously feared and hated.

There was a sudden shout.

Something was happening. As one person we moved towards the mine.

I saw Justin then. He was unconscious. Gervaise was holding him, pushing him upwards. Several men had rushed forward. They had Justin now.

They had dragged him out. For a moment I glimpsed Gervaise. I saw his face triumphant ... grimed with dirt. I saw the flash of his white teeth.

And then there was a rumbling sound. Someone reached out to seize him ... but he was no longer there.

We heard the terrible sound of falling earth. The shaft had collapsed ... taking Gervaise with it.

It took them four hours to dig him out. There was mourning throughout the township for a brave man. And I had become a widow.

Justin was carried to the shack. Morwenna left Golden Hall and came to him. He was shaken and bruised but there was nothing from which he could not recover.

My emotions were in too much turmoil for me to think clearly. I believed many of them were concerned for me. There was I, six months pregnant, having lost my husband in dramatic circumstances.

Morwenna insisted on looking after me, as well as Justin.

She could not speak of Gervaise's heroic deed, but I knew it was uppermost in her mind.

The whole of the township wanted to take care of me. They did all they could to help*—each in his or her own way. I was deeply touched and I thought how disaster brought out the best in people. The good and the evil, they were there in us all. Recently I had thought a great deal about the lust for gold, the greed and the envy. I had seen it in this place so clearly where now I saw the caring compassion.

I thought often of Gervaise, remembering the happy times—how kind he had been on our wedding night; how gentle he had always been to me. I forgot that incident at the auberge; I forgot the debts. When one has lost someone one has loved, one remembers only the good things.

I had a great deal to think about; my future had changed.

Ben came to see me.

He sat in the shack and looked at me sorrowfully.

"Oh, Angel, what can I say? If there is anything I can do to help ..."

I smiled. "That is what everyone is saying to me."

"If only ..."

I looked at him pleadingly. I knew what he was going to say and I could not bear it.

"I suppose you will go home now," he said.

I nodded. "I shall have to wait until the child is bora."

He looked round the shack. "I hate to think of you in this place."

"I'll be all right. It has happened to others."

"And only Mrs. Bowles. I shall have Dr. Field here. He shall stay at the Hall."

I smiled wanly. "You are forgetting, Ben. This is nothing to do with you."

"Every concern of yours is mine, too."

"How is the mine going?"

He did not answer. He looked very sad.

I said: "Everyone here is so kind to me."

"I shall make sure everything is done ... everything possible."

"Thank you, Ben. It was good of you to call."

"You speak as though I am just one of the others."

"That, Ben, is really what you have become."

"I'll talk to you later. At the moment you are too shocked."

I said, "Thank you," and he left me.

Gervaise was buried in the graveyard. They gave him a hero's funeral. The parson came from Walloo to preside.

It was very moving. I was there, Morwenna on one side of me, Justin on the other. I was a pathetic figure ... the widow soon to bear the dead man's child ... the man who had died a most heroic death and had won the admiration of every single one of them.

The parson spoke of him most movingly.

"His death is an example of the supreme sacrifice. His friend was in danger. No one could have expected him to take such a terrible risk. But he did not hesitate. They had come out together; they had worked together in amity; they were friends."