?Get two chairs,? the Colonel said to the second waiter, ?and put them there. See that the canvas does not touch the chairs. And hold it so it does not slip.?
Then to the girl he said, ?We?ll have to change that frame.?
?I know,? she said. ?It was not my choice. Take it unframed with you and we?ll choose a good frame next week. Now look at it. Not at the frame. At what it says, or does not say, of me.?
It was a beautiful portrait; neither cold, nor snobbish, nor stylised, nor modern. It was the way you would want your girl painted if Tintoretto were still around and, if he were not around, you settled for Velasquez. It was not the way either of them painted. It was simply a splendid portrait painted, as they sometimes are, in our time.
?It?s wonderful,? the Colonel said. ?It is truly lovely.?
The concierge and the second waiter were holding it, and looking at it around the edges. The Gran Maestro was admiring fully. The American, two tables down, was looking at it with his journalistic eyes, wondering who painted it. The back of the canvas was to the other diners.
?It is wonderful,? the Colonel said. ?But you can?t give me that.?
?I already have,? the girl said. ?I?m sure my hair was never that long over my shoulders.?
?I think it probably was.?
?I could try to let it get that long if you want.?
?Try,? the Colonel said. ?You great beauty you. I love you very much. You and you portrayed on canvas.?
?Tell the waiters if you like. I?m sure it won?t come as a great shock to them.?
?Take the canvas upstairs to my room,? the Colonel said to the concierge. ?Thank you very much for bringing it in. If the price is right, I am going to buy it.?
?The price is right,? the girl said to him. ?Should we have them take it and the chairs down and make a special showing of it for your compatriot? The Gran Maestro could tell him the address of the painter and he could visit the picturesque studio.?
?It is a very lovely portrait,? the Gran Maestro said. ?But it should be taken to the room. One should never let Roederer or Perrier-Jouet do the talking.?
?Take it to the room, please.?
?You said please without a pause before it.?
?Thank you,? the Colonel said. ?I am very deeply moved by the portrait and I am not entirely responsible for what I say.?
?Let?s neither of us be responsible.?
?Agreed,? the Colonel said. ?The Gran Maestro is really very responsible. He always was.?
?No,? the girl said. ?I think he did not only from responsibility but from malice. We all have malice, you know, of some kind or another in this town. I think perhaps he did not want the man to have even a journalist?s look into happiness.?
?Whatever that is.?
?I learned that phrase from you, and now you have re-learned it back from me.?
?That?s the way it goes,? the Colonel said. ?What you win in Boston you lose in Chicago.?
?I don?t understand that at all.?
?Too hard to explain,? the Colonel said. Then, ?No. Of course it isn?t. Making things clear is my main trade. The hell with being too hard to explain. It is like professional football, calcio, What you win in Milano you lose in Torino.?
?I don?t care about football.?
?Neither do I,? the Colonel said. ?Especially not about the Army and Navy game and when the very high brass speaks in terms of American football so they can understand, themselves, what they are talking of.?
?I think we will have a good time tonight. Even under the circumstances, whatever they are.?
?Should we take this new bottle in the gondola??
?Yes,? the girl said. ?But with deep glasses. I?ll tell the Gran Maestro. Let?s get our coats and go.?
?Good. I?ll take some of this medicine and sign for the G.M. and we?ll go.?
?I wish it was me taking the medicine instead of you.?
?I?m glad as hell it isn?t,? the Colonel said. ?Should we pick our gondola or have them bring one to the landing??
?Let?s gamble and have them bring one to the landing. What do we have to lose??
?Nothing, I guess. Probably nothing.?
CHAPTER XIII
THEY went out the side door of the hotel to the imbarcadero and the wind hit them. The light from the hotel shone on the blackness of the gondola and made the water green. She looks as lovely as a good horse or as a racing shell, the Colonel thought. Why have I never seen a gondola before? What hand or eye framed that dark-ed symmetry?
?Where should we go?? the girl asked.
Her hair, in the light from the hotel door and window, as she stood on the dock by the black gondola, was blowing back in die wind, so she looked like the figure-head on a ship. The rest of it, too, the Colonel thought.
?Let?s just ride through the park,? the Colonel said. ?Or through the Bois with the top down. Let him take us out to Armenonville.?
?Will we go to Paris??
?Sure,? the Colonel said. ?Tell him to take us for an hour where the going is easiest. I don?t want to drive him into that wind.?
?The tide is quite high with this wind,? the girl said. ?Some of our places he couldn?t get under the bridges. May I tell him where to go??
?Of course, Daughter.?
?Stow that ice bucket aboard,? the Colonel said to the second waiter, who had come out with them.
?The Gran Maestro said to tell you, as you embarked, that this bottle of wine was his present.?
?Thank him properly and tell him he can?t do that.?
?He had better go into the wind a little first,? the girl said. ?Then I know how he should go.?
?The Gran Maestro sent this,? the second waiter said.
It was a folded, old U. S. O. D. blanket. Renata was talking to the gondoliere, her hair blowing. The gondoliere wore a heavy blue navy sweater and he was bareheaded too.
?Thank him,? the Colonel said.
He slipped a bill into the second waiter?s hand. The second waiter returned it. ?You already made the notation on the check. Neither you nor I nor the Gran Maestro are starving.?
?What about the moglie and the bambini??
?I don?t have that. Your mediums smacked our house in Treviso.?
?I?m sorry.?
?You needn?t be,? the second waiter said. ?You were a foot soldier as I was.?
?Permit me to be sorry.?
?Sure,? the second waiter said. ?And what the hell difference does it make? Be happy, my Colonel, and be happy, my Lady.?
They got down into the gondola and there was the same magic, as always, of the light hull, and the sudden displacement that you made, and then the trimming in the dark privacy, and then the second trimming, as the gondoliere started to scull, laying her partly on her side so that he would have more control.
?Now,? the girl said. ?We are in our home and I love you. Please kiss me and put all love into it.?
The Colonel held her close, with her head thrown back and kissed her until there was nothing left of the kiss but desperation.
?I love you.?
?Whatever that means,? she interrupted.
?I love you and I know whatever that means. The picture is lovely. But there is no word for what you are.?
?Wild?? she said. ?Or careless or unkempt??
?No.?
?The last was one of the first words I learned from my governess. It means you do not comb your hair enough. Neglectful is when you do not brush one hundred strokes at night.?
?I?m going to run my hand through it and make it unkempter still.?
?Your hurt hand??
?Yes.?
?We?re sitting on the wrong sides for that. Change over.?
?Good. That is a sensible order couched in simple language and easily understood.?
It was fun moving over, trying not to disturb the balance of the gondola, but having to trim again carefully.
> ?Now,? she said. ?But hold me tightly with the other arm.?
?You know just what you want??
?I do indeed. Is it un-maidenly? I learned that word too from my governess.?
?No,? he said. ?It?s lovely. Pull up the blanket good and feel that wind.?
?It?s from the high mountains.?
?Yes. And beyond there it?s from somewhere else.?
The Colonel heard the slap of the waves, and he felt the wind come sharply, and the rough familiarity of the blanket, and then he felt the girl cold-warm and lovely and with upraised breasts that his left hand coasted lightly over. Then he ran his bad hand through her hair once, twice, and three times and then he kissed her, and it was worse than desperation.
?Please,? she said, from almost underneath the blanket. ?Let me kiss now.?
?No,? he said. ?Me again.?
The wind was very cold and lashed their faces but under the blanket there was no wind nor nothing; only his ruined hand that searched for the island in the great river with the high steep banks.
?That?s it,? she said.
He kissed her then and he searched for the island, finding it and losing it, and then finding it for good. For good and for bad, he thought, and for good and for all.
?My darling,? he said. ?My well beloved. Please.?
?No. Just hold me very tight and hold the high ground, too.?
The Colonel said nothing, because he was assisting, or had made an act of presence, at the only mystery that he believed in except the occasional bravery of man.
?Please don?t move,? the girl said. ?Then move a great amount.?
The Colonel, lying under the blanket in the wind, knowing it is only what man does for woman that he retains, except what he does for his fatherland or his motherland, however you get the reading, proceeded.
?Please darling,? the girl said. ?I don?t think I can stand it.?
?Don?t think of anything. Don?t think of anything at all.?
?I?m not.?
?Don?t think.?
?Oh please let?s not talk.?
?Is it right??
?You know.?
?You?re sure.?
?Oh please not talk. Please.?
Yes, he thought. Please and please again.
She said nothing, and neither did he, and when the great bird had flown far out of the closed window of the gondola, and was lost and gone, neither of them said anything. He held her head lightly with his good arm and the other arm held the high ground now.
?Please put it where it should be,? she said. ?Your hand.?
?Should we??
?No. Just hold me tight and try to love me true.?
?I love you true,? he said, and just then the gondola turned to the left, quite sharply, and the wind was on his right cheek, and he said, with his old eyes catching the outline of the Palace where they turned, and noting it, ?You?re in the lee now, Daughter.?
?But it is too soon now. Don?t you know how a woman feels??
?No. Only what you tell me.?
?Thank you for the you. But don?t you really know??
?No. I never asked, I guess.?
?Guess now,? she said. ?And please wait until after we have gone under the second bridge.?
?Take a glass of this,? the Colonel said, reaching accurately and well for the champagne bucket with the ice, and uncorking the bottle the Gran Maestro had uncorked, and then placed a common wine cork in.
?This is good for you, Daughter. It is good for all the ills that all of us have, and for all sadness and indecision.?
?I have none of those,? she said, speaking grammatically as her governess had taught her. ?I am just a woman, or a girl, or whatever that is, doing whatever it is she should not do. Let?s do it again, please, now I am in the lee.?
?Where is the island now and in what river??
?You are making the discovery. I am only the unknown country.?
?Not too unknown,? the Colonel said.
?Please don?t be rude,? the girl said. ?And please attack gently and with the same attack as before.?
?It?s no attack,? the Colonel said. ?It?s something else.?
?Whatever it is, whatever it is, while I?m still in the lee.?
?Yes,? the Colonel said. ?Yes, now if you want, or will accept from kindness.?
?Please, yes.?
She talks like a gentle cat, though the poor cats cannot speak, the Colonel thought. But then he stopped thinking and he did not think for a long time.
The gondola now was in one of the secondary canals. When it had turned from the Grand Canal, the wind had swung it so the gondoliere had to shift all his weight as ballast, and the Colonel and the girl had shifted too, under the blanket, with the wind getting under the edge of the blanket; wildly.
They had not spoken for a long time and the Colonel had noted that the gondola had only inches free in passing under the last bridge.
?How are you, Daughter??
?I?m quite lovely.?
?Do you love me??
?Please don?t ask such silly things.?
?The tide is very high and we only just made that last bridge.?
?I think I know where we are going. I was born here.?
?I?ve made mistakes in my home town,? the Colonel said. ?Being born there isn?t everything.?
?It is very much,? the girl said. ?You know that. Please hold me very tightly so we can be a part of each other for a little while.?
?We can try,? the Colonel said.
?Couldn?t I be you??
?That?s awfully complicated. We could try of course.?
?I?m you now,? she said. ?And I just took the city of Paris.?
?Jesus, Daughter,? he said. ?You?ve got an awful lot of problems on your hands. The next thing, they will parade the twenty-eighth division through.?
?I don?t care.?
?I do.?
?Were they not good??
?Sure. They had fine commanders, too. But they were National Guard and hard luck. What you call a T.S. division. Get your T.S. slip from the Chaplain.?
?I understand none of those things.?
?They aren?t worth explaining,? the Colonel said.
?Will you tell me some true things about Paris? I love it so much and when I think of you taking it, then, it is as though I were riding in this gondola with Mar?chal Ney.?
?A no good job,? the Colonel said. ?Anyway, not after he fought all those rear-guard actions coming back from that big Russian town. He used to fight ten, twelve, fifteen times a day. Maybe more. Afterwards, he couldn?t recognize people. Please don?t get in any gondolas with him.?
?He was always one of my great heroes.?
?Yeah. Mine too. Until Quatre Bras. Maybe it wasn?t Quatre Bras. I?m getting rusty. Give it the generic title of Waterloo.?
?Was he bad there??
?Awful,? the Colonel told her. ?Forget it. Too many rear-guard actions coming back from Moskova.?
?But they called him the bravest of the brave.?
?You can?t eat on that. You have to be that, always, and then be the smartest of the smart. Then you need a lot of stuff coming up.?
?Tell me about Paris, please. We should not make more love, I know.?
?I don?t know it. Who says it??
?I say it because I love you.?
?All right. You said it and you love me. So we act on that. The hell with it.?
?Do you think we could once more if it would not hurt you??
?Hurt me?? the Colonel said. ?When the hell was I ever hurt??
CHAPTER XIV
?PLEASE don?t be bad,? she said, pulling the blanket over them both. ?Please drink a glass of this with me. You know you?ve been hurt.?
?Exactly,? the Colonel said. ?Let?s forget it.?
?All right,? she said. ?I learned that word, or those two words from
you. We have forgotten it.?
?Why do you like the hand?? the Colonel asked, placing it where he should.
?Please don?t pretend to be stupid, and please let?s not think of anything, or anything, or anything.?
?I am stupid,? the Colonel said. ?But I won?t think of anything or anything nor of nothing nor of his brother, tomorrow.?
?Please be good and kind.?
?I will be. And I will tell you, now, a military secret Top Secret equals British Most Secret. I love you.?
?That?s nice,? she said. ?And you put it nicely.?
?I?m nice,? the Colonel said, and checked on the bridge that was coming up, and saw there was clearance. ?That?s the first thing people notice about me.?
?I always use the wrong words,? the girl said. ?Please just love me. I wish it was me who could love you.?
?You do.?
?Yes, I do,? she said. ?With all my heart.?
They were going with the wind now and they were both tired.
?Do you think??
?I don?t think,? the girl said.
?Well try and think.?
?I will.?
?Drink a glass of this.?
?Why not? It?s very good.?
It was. There was still ice in the bucket, and the wine was cold and clear.
?Can I stay at the Gritti??
?No.?
?Why not??
?It wouldn?t be right. For them. Nor you. The hell with me.?
?Then I suppose I should go home.?
?Yes,? the Colonel said. ?That is the logical supposition.?
?That is an awful way to say a sad thing. Can?t we even pretend some things??
?No. I?ll take you home and you sleep good and well and tomorrow we will meet where and when you say.?
?May I call the Gritti??
?Of course. I?ll always be awake. Will you call when you are awake??
?Yes. But why do you always wake so early??
?It is a business habit.?
?Oh, I wish you were not in that business, and that you were not going to die.?
?So do I,? said the Colonel. ?But I?m getting out of the business.?
?Yes,? she said, sleepily and comfortably. ?Then we go to Rome and get the clothes.?
?And live happily ever after.?
?Please don?t,? she said. ?Please, please, don?t. You know I made the resolution not to cry.?
?You?re crying now,? the Colonel said. ?What the hell have you got to lose on that resolution??
?Take me home please.?
?That?s what I was doing in the first place,? the Colonel told her.
?Be kind once first.?
?I will,? the Colonel said.
After they, or the Colonel, rather, had paid the gondoliere who was unknowing, yet knowing all, solid, sound, respectful and trustworthy, they walked into the Piazzetta and then across the great, cold, wind-swept square that was hard and old under their feet. They walked holding close and hard in their sorrow and their happiness.
?This is the place where the German shot the pigeons,? the girl said.
?We probably killed him,? the Colonel said. ?Or his brother. Maybe we hanged him. I wouldn?t know. I?m not in C.I.D.?
?Do you love me still on these water-worn, cold and old stones??
?Yes. I?d like to spread a bed roll here and prove it.?
?That would be more barbarous than the pigeon shooter.?
?I?m barbarous,? the Colonel said.
?Not always.?
?Thank you for the not always.?
?We turn here.?
?I think I know that. When are they going to tear that damned Cinema Palace down and put up a real cathedral? That?s what T5 Jackson wants.?
?When some one brings Saint Mark back another time under a load of pork from Alexandria.?
?That was a Torcello boy.?
?You?re a Torcello boy.?
?Yes. I?m a Basso Piave boy and a Grappa boy straight here from Pertica. I?m a Pasubio boy, too, if you know what that means. It was worse just to live there than to fight anywhere else. In the platoon they used to share anyone?s gonochochi brought from Schio and carried in a matchbox. They used to share this just so they could leave because it was intolerable.?