Puck of Pook's Hill by Rudyard Kipling


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Page 52

'"Then what do you recommend," said Maximus, "to keep the North quiet
till I win Gaul?"

'"Leave the Picts alone," I said. "Stop the heather-burning at once,
and--they are improvident little animals--send them a shipload or two of
corn now and then."

'"Their own men must distribute it--not some cheating Greek accountant,"
said Pertinax.

'"Yes, and allow them to come to our hospitals when they are sick," I
said.

'"Surely they would die first," said Maximus.

'"Not if Parnesius brought them in," said Allo. "I could show you twenty
wolf-bitten, bear-clawed Picts within twenty miles of here. But
Parnesius must stay with them in hospital, else they would go mad with
fear."

'"I see," said Maximus. "Like everything else in the world, it is one
man's work. You, I think, are that one man."

'"Pertinax and I are one," I said.

'"As you please, so long as you work. Now, Allo, you know that I mean
your people no harm. Leave us to talk together," said Maximus.

'"No need!" said Allo. "I am the corn between the upper and lower
millstones. I must know what the lower millstone means to do. These boys
have spoken the truth as far as they know it. I, a Prince, will tell you
the rest. I am troubled about the Men of the North." He squatted like a
hare in the heather, and looked over his shoulder.

'"I also," said Maximus, "or I should not be here."

'"Listen," said Allo. "Long and long ago the Winged Hats"--he meant the
Northmen--"came to our beaches and said, 'Rome falls! Push her down!' We
fought you. You sent men. We were beaten. After that we said to the
Winged Hats, 'You are liars! Make our men alive that Rome killed, and we
will believe you.' They went away ashamed. Now they come back bold, and
they tell the old tale, which we begin to believe--that Rome falls!"

'"Give me three years' peace on the Wall," cried Maximus, "and I will
show you and all the ravens how they lie!"

'"Ah, I wish it too! I wish to save what is left of the corn from the
millstones. But you shoot us Picts when we come to borrow a little iron
from the Iron Ditch; you burn our heather, which is all our crop; you
trouble us with your great catapults. Then you hide behind the Wall, and
scorch us with Greek fire. How can I keep my young men from listening to
the Winged Hats--in winter especially, when we are hungry? My young men
will say, 'Rome can neither fight nor rule. She is taking her men out of
Britain. The Winged Hats will help us to push down the Wall. Let us show
them the secret roads across the bogs.' Do _I_ want that? No!" He spat
like an adder. "I would keep the secrets of my people though I were
burned alive. My two children here have spoken truth. Leave us Picts
alone. Comfort us, and cherish us, and feed us from far off--with the
hand behind the back. Parnesius understands us. Let _him_ have rule on
the Wall, and I will hold my young men quiet for"--he ticked it off on
his fingers--"one year easily: the next year not so easily: the third
year, perhaps! See, I give you three years. If then you do not show us
that Rome is strong in men and terrible in arms, the Winged Hats, I tell
you, will sweep down the Wall from either sea till they meet in the
middle, and you will go. _I_ shall not grieve over that, but well I know
tribe never helps tribe except for one price. We Picts will go too. The
Winged Hats will grind us to this!" He tossed a handful of dust in the
air.

'"Oh, Roma Dea!" said Maximus, half aloud. "It is always one man's
work--always and everywhere!"

"And one man's life," said Allo. "You are Emperor, but not a God. You
may die."

'"I have thought of that too," said he. "Very good. If this wind holds,
I shall be at the East end of the Wall by morning. To-morrow, then, I
shall see you two when I inspect, and I will make you Captains of the
Wall for this work."

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