Филиппа Карр - The pool of St Branok

The best times of all were with Jonnie and Grace. She and Jonnie had taken quite a liking to each other. She was so interested in everything and she asked all sorts of intelligent questions about archaeology; he had lent her books on the subject.

I used to love to sit by the Serpentine in blissful forgetfulness of that terrible day which during the visit to London seemed so far from what I thought of as the scene of the crime. It had faded into the past and was of for less significance than it had been in Cornwall. There was one day, I remember, when we talked of Ben, that brought it back a little, for I had not seen Ben since it happened. I had been aware of him at my bedside, I supposed, but that was all.

"You remember Benedict, Angelet," said Jonnie one day.

"Oh yes, I remember him."

"Of course you do. Do you know, Miss Gilmore, I was quite jealous of Benedict at one time. Angelet used to be my particular friend and when he came along she completely forgot me."

"Who is he exactly?" asked Grace. "I know he was at Cador for a while but I was never quite sure."

"He took a bit of explaining," said Jonnie. "He's my grandfather's grandson. I suppose that makes him a cousin. What complicated relationships we have in our family."

"Perhaps that's why you are rather complicated people," said Grace.

"That must be the answer. Do you know, I never thought of that."

“I wonder if he has found gold and become rich," I said.

Jonnie said to Grace: "That was what he went to Australia to find. Gold! Do you remember some time ago there was a great deal of comment about the goldfields of Australia. A place called Ballarat, I believe. Well, Benedict just thought he would like a share of it and he went in search of his fortune."

"I expect if he had found gold he would have been delighted to let us know," I said.

"Yes, I'm sure of that, too," agreed Jonnie. "Benedict was not one to hide his light under a bushel."

I wished they wouldn't talk of him. They were bringing it all back to me again.

"Perhaps he is having a hard time," I suggested.

"Well, I should think it is not a very easy life ... until one strikes gold."

"He sounds a very interesting young man," said Grace. "I remember him only slightly."

"He is rather overpowering, wouldn't you say, Angelet," said Jonnie. "In fact he is very much like my grandfather."

"I see what you mean," said Grace. "Tell me, when are you planning to go to Greece?"

"Next spring, I think."

"How very exciting! I think it must be one of the most thrilling things one can do ... to discover the past, for that is what it is."

"Exactly," agreed Jonnie. "Then I hope to get to Pompeii. I feel there is a good deal to discover there. People have explored a little. I have been there once ... two years ago. They have worked on it ... spasmodically. There is no system, though. I believe work on it would be very rewarding."

"How fascinating," cried Grace rapturously. "It was the volcano which erupted, wasn't it?"

"Yes, but there was a series of earthquakes before that. It was the shocks which set Vesuvius erupting and sending out those ashes and hot stones pelting down on the cities and utterly destroying them."

Grace shivered. "It makes you realize how uncertain life is."

"It does indeed. Well, I intend to get out there and work. I shall do everything I can to make that possible. There is so much to do, I am sure we can uncover a whole city."

"How did they know there was a city there?" I asked.

"The walls of the amphitheater marked the spot, but it was just a lot of hardened mud with sparse grass on it ... enough though to show that there had been a city there. As far back as the sixteenth century they came upon ancient buildings. There have been excavations but they have never been carried out in a scientific way. It's time they were. Then Heaven knows what treasures we shall uncover."

"I think it must be a wonderful profession," said Grace enthusiastically. "I'd love to be concerned in it."

"It's hard work ... digging and all that."

"I'm strong."

"I tell you what; I'll lend you some more books."

"Oh will you?"

"Of course."

He did and soon they were involved in intelligent discussions and I felt rather left out. It was the first time I had been made aware that I was still a child and Jonnie and Grace were adults. She must have been four or possibly five years older than he was. I liked Grace very much but I did wish that she was not always present when we went on our rides and walks. I also wished that she were not quite so clever; she seemed to have acquired quite an understanding of archaeology which she had certainly not had when she came to London.

I remember one day when we were walking back to the house we encountered a band of men walking along carrying banners. We stood watching them. They were singing something. It was hard to decipher but Jonnie translated for me. It was:

You jolly old Turk, now go to work And show the Bear your power. It is rumored over Britain's Isle That A is in the Tower.

"What does it mean?" I asked.

"Well," said Jonnie, "the people are all for war. People always are if the war is taking place elsewhere. They like to hear of the glory but they would certainly not want to suffer the discomforts. This war is far away. Therefore they are all for it. Palmerston is all for making England the greatest power in the world. If anyone utters the mildest word against us he sends out the gunboats to parade along their coasts, to show them our power. The people like it. They love Old Pam as they call him. He's colorful. Of course he's very old now, but in his youth he was a rake. I believe he may still be. Funnily enough the people like that. They don't want a good man; they want a colorful one. Poor old Aberdeen, with his pacific policies, is dull. The fact is the people are blaming the Queen and Prince Albert for our reluctance to go to war. It is quite unfair. They say the Russians are the Queen's relations and she cares more for them than for England. But they prefer to blame Albert, so they are calling him Traitor."

"And he is the A who is rumored to be in the Tower?" said Grace.

"That's so. But it is all nonsense. Albert is by no means a prisoner. But I daresay war will be declared on Russia sooner or later."

The next day an article appeared in The Morning Post written by Mr. Gladstone setting out the Prince's virtues and commenting on the folly of blaming him. John Russell and Benjamin Disraeli made speeches about him in the Houses of Parliament—the latter's was brilliant; and this with Mr. Gladstone's article made a deep impression on the people.

And still the threat of war hung in the air.

An ultimatum was sent to Russia to the effect that if they did not return the Danube principalities which they had annexed we should declare war.

When no answer was received, there was only one action the government could take.

We were at war with Russia.

It was amazing how quickly people's views could change. Matthew was now in full agreement with the declaration. This was probably due to Uncle Peter's influence. But Jonnie, too, had changed his mind. He was now for teaching the Russians a lesson, and saving little Turkey from the bully.

War fever swept over the country. It would all be over in a few weeks, they said. The Russians would soon see what happened to those who thought they could bully their neighbors.

They would find they had to face the wrath of powerful Britain.

That was April and in May we returned to Cornwall. Life settled down to normality. There was little talk down there about the tension between Turkey and Russia. It was all a matter of whether there would be a good harvest this year and whether the rain would keep off until Midsummer's Eve.