— Yes, yes, he said, getting the door closed between them, and shutting her intensively submissive, conspiratory affirmation into the dim hall with her.
The scraps of cloud which the dawn had found out, drifting with no apparent purpose, met here and there now the sky was light. A delegation of them moved round to east, toward the sun; and others, darkly separate in the west, conspired together over Mount Lamentation, where he raised his eyes. It was the most prominent of an ascendance of rolling hills, drawn up against the only clear horizon; and that simply, it had been the horizon beyond which lay destiny. Again, the cold air stabbed with each breath. No matter the direction on a map, it was beyond Mount Lamentation Lapland lay, waiting for the Gospel. From one step to the next he dropped his weight, jarring, as his feet hit, restraining him down the hard slope toward the carriage barn; and remarkable here, as indoors, the distance a few steps covered, each one a familiar measurement of compulsion, but without the sense of motion, of the dash which this precipitous decline had once insisted down.
The Town Carpenter stood on his platform, with a slightly vacant but still expectant expression on his face. Much, perhaps, like good King Wenceslaus of Bohemia looking out on his still capital, prostrated before him by papal interdict, the Town Carpenter looked upon the town laid out here under the still cold, provoked by its sedulous silence; and here, as there, to the approach of the pale thin man in mean attire.
But however the shade of John Huss may have leaped here from beyond Lamentation to find itself animate, teeth a-datter, shoulders hunched forward, and even the hands thrust down seeking warmth in empty pockets colder against hard shivering limbs of the moving frame within the cloth: too hard, perhaps, and worse, too familiar, a prospect too mean for even that most mettlesome martyr, on such a cold day, ahead one expression effaced another (the Town Carpenter leaned back to spit off the platform), and Wenceslaus IV, "the vacillating," abdicated and was gone, and the shade of the martyr gone with him.
— Here, don't bark at him, by God don't you bark at him! the Town Carpenter shouted, as the dog leaped forward over a heap of bull dung, barking. — Don't pick her up, he went on, coming down from the platform. — She'll pee all over you. There now, he finished, and standing over his visitor he looked at him with frank and eager curiosity. — There now, he repeated, — that you look tired, it's not surprising to me. Here from Ethiopia and the three Indies.
— Ethiopia! Good God yes, I feel like I'd come that far.
The Town Carpenter's eyes glistened, as he listened and pretended to hear. — Sooner or later, of course, I knew you'd arrive, he said. — And are you alone? He bent close, intent for the nod he received. — I knew you would be, of course, he went on at that. — To voyage today with ten thousand knights, and one hundred thousand footmen, it might clutter things up.
Nevertheless, the Town Carpenter looked slightly disappointed.
— Being back, I… well, thank God I'm back.
The Town Carpenter watched him draw a hand across his chin, and smile. — Back, the Town Carpenter repeated, standing off to look above them at the sky, — when we get back, of course, we can take up such proper customs again. But here… he swept a hand out before him, — here, of course, they've no idea of a hero. I live surrounded by people who've no idea what a hero is. And do you know why? Why, because they've no idea of what they're doing themselves. None! Not an idea in this world or the next of what they're doing on God's green earth. Oh, it's a strange land you've come visiting to see me here. With no idea of a hero, you see, but they need them so badly that they make up special games, hitting a ball with a stick and all kinds of nonsense, and the men who win the games are their heroes. And then, he went on, warming to what was apparently a severe preoccupation of his, — when that gets stale, they arrange whole wars which have no more reason for existing than the people who fight in them, and a boy may become a hero fighting for a life that's worth something for the first time, threatened with loss of it, that or dying to save the lives of people who've no idea what to do with them. Fortunately, he went on, and inclined his head nearer, — there's a way out for most of them.
They make money, the Town Carpenter whispered hoarsely. — And a good thing such a recourse lies open, it gives them something to do, keeps them out of our way. He straightened up, looking at his balloon ascension stand, his arms still folded, and dingy underwear elbows protruding from his sleeves. He drew his lips tight together over the gums, and nodded. — Fortunately men like you and myself appear every century or so, to keep the way open. But, he called as he walked to the corner of the barn and stood there undoing the front of his clothes, — we must watch out for them, you know, trying to intrude. Here, he said, waving his free hand at the balloon stand, — they try to intrude. Traveling in their trains and their airplanes they try to intrude on the greatest career of the hero. Why, travel's become the great occupation of people with nothing to do, you find second-hand kings and all sorts of useless people at it. There now, it's always the heroic places you find them intruding, trying to have a share in the work of great men, looking at fine paintings and talking as though they knew more of the thing than the man who painted it, and the same thing listening to fine music, because they suspect the truth but they won't pay the price, they all suspect that a man needs something to do, he finished, standing over the light cloud of steam he left rising from the gray boards of the barn.
— Something to do? Most of the trouble in the world is made by people finding something to do.
— There now, the Town Carpenter said, buttoning himself up as he straightened round, and nodding as though he had heard. — Of course they misuse things, every fine thing we have and make and discover, and the finest things get the most abuse. The generals and the missionaries and. . but we cannot waste time on them, he said raising his eyes from the balloon stand to the sky, — there's but one thing you can do with a balloon.
— Going up? There's only one thing to do when you get up there.
— Danger? They don't know the meaning of it, sitting up there in their airplanes, and surprised when they drop out of the sky. Why, they haven't time to be frightened, they're so surprised, brought up so carefully, insured against accident. Why, their heads are smashed like melons before they know what's happened to them, sitting up there in their business suits at sixty miles an hour wondering if their fountain pens will leak, and then there they are spread all over twenty acres of somebody else's land. No, not the danger. The loneliness. It's the loneliness, the price they won't pay. The Town Carpenter remained abstracted for a minute or so; and the wind which had just come up sounded around the corner of the barn. He gazed up at the sun, which had become involved with a cloud much the shape of a camel, an odd-legged one to be sure, but as the Town Carpenter was quick to point out, — Bactrian. They watched it. The sun entered almost between the two humps and then, from the speed of things up there, looked to be attempting an escape, its body visible along the fleeting edge, as though every instant it would break away. — See him go, see him go, the Town Carpenter said, standing there lopsided. Then he turned and said in a tone of confidence, and commiseration, — The great misfortune of the sun, it has no history. That's why it never gets lonely up there.
Then with a surprising agility he had gone round behind the balloon stand, and from there he called, — This? did you see it? I keep it inconspicuous, they're all very interested in it, the American Legion. . He swung about a length of two-inch pipe mounted on a swivel. — I've seen them sneaking around to look through it, but when they find no lenses in it, they think I've dismantled it. Of course there's no lenses in it in the first place, they'd only confuse things.