CHAPTER 32
OnthatsamenightinMadridthereweremanypeopleattheHotelGaylord.Acarpulledupundertheporte-cochereofthehotel,itsheadlightspaintedoverwithbluecalcimineandalittlemaninblackridingboots,grayridingbreechesandashort,grayhigh-buttonedjacketsteppedoutandreturnedthesaluteofthetwosentriesasheopenedthedoor,noddedtothesecretpolicemanwhosatattheconcierge』sdeskandsteppedintotheelevator.Thereweretwosentriesseatedonchairsinsidethedoor,oneoneachsideofthemarbleentrancehall,andtheseonlylookedupasthelittlemanpassedthematthedooroftheelevator.Itwastheirbusinesstofeeleveryonetheydidnotknowalongtheflanks,underthearmpits,andoverthehippocketstoseeifthepersonenteringcarriedapistoland,ifhedid,havehimcheckitwiththeconcierge.Buttheyknewtheshortmaninridingbootsverywellandtheyhardlylookedupashepassed.
TheapartmentwherehelivedinGaylord』swascrowdedasheentered.Peopleweresittingandstandingaboutandtalkingtogetherasinanydrawingroomandthemenandthewomenweredrinkingvodka,whiskeyandsoda,andbeerfromsmallglassesfilledfromgreatpitchers.Fourofthemenwereinuniform.Theothersworewindbreakersorleatherjacketsandthreeofthefourwomenweredressedinordinarystreetdresseswhilethefourth,whowashaggardlythinanddark,woreasortofseverelycutmilitiawoman』suniformwithaskirtwithhighbootsunderit.
Whenhecameintotheroom,Karkovwentatoncetothewomanintheuniformandbowedtoherandshookhands.ShewashiswifeandhesaidsomethingtoherinRussianthatnoonecouldhearandforamomenttheinsolencethathadbeeninhiseyesasheenteredtheroomwasgone.Thenitlightedagainashesawthemahoganycoloredheadandthelove-lazyfaceofthewell-constructedgirlwhowashismistressandhestrodewithshort,precisestepsovertoherandbowedandshookherhandinsuchawaythatnoonecouldtellitwasnotamimicryofhisgreetingtohiswife.Hiswifehadnotlookedafterhimashewalkedacrosstheroom.Shewasstandingwithatall,good-lookingSpanishofficerandtheyweretalkingRussiannow.
「Yourgreatloveisgettingalittlefat,」Karkovwassayingtothegirl.「Allofourheroesarefatteningnowasweapproachthesecondyear.」Hedidnotlookatthemanhewasspeakingof.
「Youaresouglyyouwouldbejealousofatoad,」thegirltoldhimcheerfully.ShespokeinGerman.「CanIgowiththeetotheoffensivetomorrow?」
「No.Noristhereone.」
「Everyoneknowsaboutit,」thegirlsaid.「Don』tbesomysterious.Doloresisgoing.IwillgowithherorCarmen.Manypeoplearegoing.」
「Gowithwhoeverwilltakeyou,」Karkovsaid.「Iwillnot.」
Thenheturnedtothegirlandaskedseriously,「Whotoldtheeofit?Beexact.」
「Richard,」shesaidasseriously.
Karkovshruggedhisshouldersandleftherstanding.
「Karkov,」amanofmiddleheightwithagray,heavy,saggingface,puffedeyepouchesandapendulousunder-lipcalledtohiminadyspepticvoice.「Haveyouheardthegoodnews?」
Karkovwentovertohimandthemansaid,「Ionlyhaveitnow.Nottenminutesago.Itiswonderful.AlldaythefascistshavebeenfightingamongthemselvesnearSegovia.Theyhavebeenforcedtoquellthemutinieswithautomaticrifleandmachine-gunfire.Intheafternoontheywerebombingtheirowntroopswithplanes.」
「Yes?」askedKarkov.
「Thatistrue,」thepuffy-eyedmansaid.「Doloresbroughtthenewsherself.ShewasherewiththenewsandwasinsuchastateofradiantexultationasIhaveneverseen.Thetruthofthenewsshonefromherface.Thatgreatface——」hesaidhappily.
「Thatgreatface,」Karkovsaidwithnotoneinhisvoiceatall.
「Ifyoucouldhaveheardher,」thepuffy-eyedmansaid.「Thenewsitselfshonefromherwithalightthatwasnotofthisworld.Inhervoiceyoucouldtellthetruthofwhatshesaid.IamputtingitinanarticleforIzvestia.ItwasoneofthegreatestmomentsofthewartomewhenIheardthereportinthatgreatvoicewherepity,compassionandtruthareblended.Goodnessandtruthshinefromherasfromatruesaintofthepeople.NotfornothingisshecalledLaPasionaria.」
「Notfornothing,」Karkovsaidinadullvoice.「YoubetterwriteitforIzvestianow,beforeyouforgetthatlastbeautifullead.」
「Thatisawomanthatisnottojokeabout.Notevenbyacyniclikeyou,」thepuffyeyedmansaid.「Ifyoucouldhavebeenheretohearherandtoseeherface.」
「Thatgreatvoice,」Karkovsaid.「Thatgreatface.Writeit,」hesaid.「Don』ttellittome.Don』twastewholeparagraphsonme.Goandwriteitnow.」
「Notjustnow.」
「Ithinkyou』dbetter,」Karkovsaidandlookedathim,andthenlookedaway.Thepuffy-eyedmanstoodthereacoupleofminutesmoreholdinghisglassofvodka,hiseyes,puffyastheywere,absorbedinthebeautyofwhathehadseenandheardandthenhelefttheroomtowriteit.
Karkovwentovertoanothermanofaboutforty-eight,whowasshort,chunky,jovial-lookingwithpaleblueeyes,thinningblondhairandagaymouthunderabristlyyellowmoustache.Thismanwasinuniform.HewasadivisionalcommanderandhewasaHungarian.
「WereyouherewhentheDoloreswashere?」Karkovaskedtheman.
「Yes.」
「Whatwasthestuff?」
「Somethingaboutthefascistsfightingamongthemselves.Beautifuliftrue.」
「Youhearmuchtalkoftomorrow.」
「Scandalous.AllthejournalistsshouldbeshotaswellasmostofthepeopleinthisroomandcertainlytheintriguingGermanunmentionableofaRichard.WhoevergavethatSundayfügglercommandofabrigadeshouldbeshot.Perhapsyouandmeshouldbeshottoo.Itispossible,」theGenerallaughed.「Don』tsuggestitthough.」
「ThatisathingIneverliketotalkabout,」Karkovsaid.「ThatAmericanwhocomesheresometimesisoverthere.Youknowtheone,Jordan,whoiswiththepartizangroup.Heistherewherethisbusinesstheyspokeofissupposedtohappen.」
「Well,heshouldhaveareportthroughonittonightthen,」theGeneralsaid.「Theydon』tlikemedownthereorI』dgodownandfindoutforyou.HeworkswithGolzonthis,doesn』the?You』llseeGolztomorrow.」
「Earlytomorrow.」
「Keepoutofhiswayuntilit』sgoingwell,」theGeneralsaid.「HehatesyoubastardsasmuchasIdo.Thoughhehasamuchbettertemper.」
「Butaboutthis——」
「Itwasprobablythefascistshavingmanoeuvres,」theGeneralgrinned.「Well,we』llseeifGolzcanmanceuvrethemalittle.LetGolztryhishandatit.WemanoeuvredthematGuadalajara.」
「Ihearyouaretravellingtoo,」Karkovsaid,showinghisbadteethashesmiled.TheGeneralwassuddenlyangry.
「Andmetoo.Nowisthemouthonme.Andonallofusalways.Thisfilthysewingcircleofgossip.Onemanwhocouldkeephismouthshutcouldsavethecountryifhebelievedhecould.」
「YourfriendPrietocankeephismouthshut.」
「Buthedoesn』tbelievehecanwin.Howcanyouwinwithoutbeliefinthepeople?」
「Youdecidethat,」Karkovsaid.「Iamgoingtogetalittlesleep.」
Heleftthesmoky,gossip-filledroomandwentintothebackbedroomandsatdownonthebedandpulledhisbootsoff.Hecouldstillhearthemtalkingsoheshutthedoorandopenedthewindow.Hedidnotbothertoundressbecauseattwoo』clockhewouldbestartingforthedrivebyColmenar,Cerceda,andNavacerradauptothefrontwhereGolzwouldbeattackinginthemorning.