Ever since he had been keeping to his own company he had come more and more often down here. There were not many paths here and he almost never came across any other deer. But that was just what he wanted. For his thoughts had become earnest and his spirit was heavy. He did not know what was happening inside him, and nor did he try to work it out. He merely tried to puzzle it out in a confused way, with no plan, and it seemed to him that his whole life had become darker.
When he went to stand at the riverside he would spend a long time there. He went to a place where the water flowed in a gentle curve and where it was possible to see a long way. The cool breathing of the ripples2 brought an unfamiliar3 smell with it, a smell that was refreshing4 but bitter, a smell that awoke a sense of being carefree and trusting. Bambi stood there and watched the ducks as they enjoyed one another’s company. They chatted with each other without cease, friendly, serious and clever. There was a couple of mothers there, each of them surrounded by a crowd of children who received regular instruction and who never tired of learning. Sometimes, one of the mothers would give out a warning sign, and the young ducks would rush out in all directions, without hesitation5 they would glide6 out as if broadcast from a sower’s hand and would do so in complete silence. At one moment Bambi saw how the little ones, who still could not fly, would go into the thick reeds, carefully, without touching7 any of the stalks which, if they moved, would betray their locations. Here and there he saw their small, dark bodies in among the rushes as they slowly hid themselves away. Then he saw nothing more of them. A short call from the mother, and they would all swarm8 around her in an instant. In this instant her flock had gathered back together and they began, as before, to cruise along thoughtfully. This filled Bambi with admiration9 every time he saw it. It was like a work of art.
One time, after one of these brief alarms, he asked one of the mothers, “What was all that for? I’ve been watching carefully, but didn’t see anything.”
“Well, there was nothing to see,” the duck replied.
Another time, one of the children gave the warning signal. He turned round as quick as a flash, steered10 his way through the rushes to the bank where Bambi was standing11 and stepped up onto it.
Bambi asked the little one, “What happened now then? I didn’t see anything.”
“Well there was nothing to see,” the young duck answered. Like a wise old man he shook his feathers, carefully laid the tips of his wings down into the right place and went back into the water.
But Bambi continued to think about the ducks. He understood that they were more watchful12 than he was, that their hearing was sharper and their eyesight better. When he stood here, the anxiety that at other times he was always full was slightly relieved.
And he enjoyed talking with the ducks. They did not talk about things he heard about so often from the others. They talked about the capacious sky, about the wind and the distant fields where they would enjoy lots of delicious food.
Bambi sometimes saw something small rushing past him through the air, keeping close to the bank, like a fire-coloured lightning flash. “Srrr-ih!” shouted the kingfisher gently for himself as he sped past. A tiny whizzing dot. He glowed in blue and green, sparkled in red, lit himself up and he was gone. Bambi was amazed, he was enchanted13, and he wished he could see this remarkable14 stranger close up, so he called to him.
“Don’t bother with ‘im,” the coot said up to him from the dense15 rushes. “Don’t bother with ‘im, you’ll never get an answer from ‘im.”
“Where are you?” asked Bambi and peered round in the reeds.
But the laughter of the coot came up loud and clear from a quite different place. “I’m over here! He’s a bad tempered bloke, him who you were trying to talk to just now, he don’t talk with anyone. There’s no point in trying to call to him.”
“He’s so beautiful!” said Bambi.
“Yeah, but he’s no good!” the coot replied, again from a different place.
The coot answered – again from a totally different place - “He can’t be bothered about any one or any thing. It don’t matter what happens, he never says hello to anyone and he never replies if anyone says hello to him. He never makes the alarm call when danger comes along and he’s never spoken a word to anyone.”
“The poor ...” Bambi started to say.
The coot continued speaking, and his cheerful, cheeping voice now, again, came from a quite different place. “I suppose he thinks we’re all jealous of that couple of colours he has in his feathers. I suppose that’s why he don’t want to let anyone get a closer look at him.”
“You’re not letting me get a look at you either,” Bambi suggested.
The coot immediately appeared in front of him. “Well there’s nothing to look at about me, is there,” came his simple reply. There he stood, slender, the water glittering on his back, his simple clothing, his elegant figure, ever-moving, content. And in a moment he was once more gone.
“I don’t know how you can be wondering for so long about a little speck17,” his voice came from the water. And – again from a different place - he added. “It’s boring to keep on about a single speck. It’s dangerous and all.” Again from another different place he proclaimed, loud, triumphantly18 and gaily19, “You’ve got to keep moving! If you want to stay safe and get your belly20 full, you’ve got to keep moving!”
Bambi was startled by a gentle rustling21 in the grass. He looked round. There, in the bushes, he glimpsed something reddish, which disappeared into the rushes. At the same time there came a warm but sharp trembling in his breath. The fox slipped by. Bambi wanted to call to the duck and stamped on the ground as a warning. There was a rustling and the reeds suddenly divided, the water splashed and the duck screamed in confusion. Bambi heard the clatter22 of her wings, saw the whiteness of her body in the shimmering23 greenness, and now he saw how her wings were flapping loudly and whipped against the cheeks of the fox. Then, all became quiet.
Very soon afterwards the fox came up into the bushes with the duck in his jaws24. Her neck hung down loosely, her wings still moved feebly, the fox paid no attention. He looked sideways at Bambi, and his bulging25 eyes seemed to be jeering26, and he slipped slowly away into the thick woods.
Bambi stood there, motionless.
Some of the older ducks had clattered27 up onto the bank, they flew around in confusion caused by the horror of what they had seen. The coot sounded shrill28 warning cries to every side. The tits in the bushes twittered excitedly, the young ducks pushed themselves into the rushes and, having become orphans29, lamented30 with gentle tones.
The kingfisher rushed by along the bank.
“Please!” called the young ducks. “Please, have you seen our mother?”
Bambi turned round and left. He wandered through a dense wilderness32 of goldenrods, passed through a group of tall beech33 trees, went through ancient hazel bushes, until he reached the edge of the great trench34. Here he wandered round at random35 in the hope of coming across the elder. It was a long time since he had last seen him, not since Gobo met his end.
Now he saw him in the distance and ran towards him.
For a while, they walked beside each other in silence. Then the elder asked, “Well ... do they still talk about him?”
Bambi understood that he meant Gobo, and answered, “I don’t know ... I’m almost always by myself ...” He hesitated, “... but ... I can’t stop thinking about him all the time.”
“Ah!” said the elder, “are you by yourself now?”
“Yes,” said Bambi expectantly, but the elder remained silent.
They walked on. Suddenly the elder stopped. “Can’t you hear it?”
Bambi listened. No, he heard nothing.
“Come on!” the elder called as he hurried forward. Bambi followed him.
The elder stopped again. “Can you still not hear it?”
Bambi now could make out a sound that he did not understand. It was as if twigs37 were being pulled down and then allowed to snap up again. At the same time there were dull and irregular thumps38 on the ground.
Bambi wanted to flee.
“Come with me!” the elder called and ran in the direction of the noise. Bambi dared to ask, “Is it not dangerous there?”
“It is!” the elder replied mysteriously. “It’s very dangerous there!”
They were soon able to see the twigs that were being pulled down from below and were being shaken, and they saw the vigour39 with which they sprang back up. They came closer and noticed that there was a little path running through the middle of the bushes.
Bambi’s friend the hare lay on the ground, threw himself back and forth40, fidgeted about, lay still, fidgeted some more, and each of his movements tore at the twigs above him.
Bambi became aware of a dark stripe, something like a tendril. It became stiff and dropped down onto the hare, where it wound itself around his neck.
By now, the hare must have heard that there was somebody coming. He hurled41 himself into the air, fell back to the ground, wanted to flee, defeated he rolled himself into ball and quivered.
“Keep still!” the elder ordered him and then, in a gentle and sympathetic voice that struck at Bambi’s heart, he went over close to the hare and repeated, “Stay calm, my friend, it’s only me! Don’t move at all. Just keep very still.”
The hare lay motionless, flat on the ground. His breathing was tense, and it made a gentle sound.
The elder took the twig36 with the peculiar42 tendril into his mouth, pulled it down, turned round elegantly, held it firmly against the ground under his hard hoof43 and did away with it with a single blow of his crown.
Then he turned to the hare. “Keep still,” he said, “even if it hurts.”
With his head turned to one side, he laid one of the points of his crown against the hare’s neck and pressed it deeply into his fur behind his ears, felt around for something and gave a yank. The hare began to writhe44.
The elder immediately moved back. “Keep still!” he ordered. “I’m trying to save your life!” He began anew. The hare lay still, but quivering. Bambi watched in astonishment45, he was speechless.
Now the elder had pushed one point of his antlers firmly into the hare’s fur, trying to get it under whatever was slung46 around the hare’s neck. He was nearly on his knees but twisted his head as if drilling a hole, pushed his crown deeper and deeper until finally, whatever it was gave way and began to loosen.
The hare drew breath and at the same time gave in to his fear, his pain broke loudly out from him. “E ... e ... eh!” he wailed47.
The elder stopped what he was doing. “Do be quiet,” he chided, “be quiet!” His mouth was very close to the hare’s shoulder, one of the points of his crown was between the ears and it looked as if he had impaled48 the hare.
“How can you be so stupid and start to cry?” he gently grumbled49. “Do you want to get the fox to come here? Yes? Well then. Keep quiet.”
He continued to work, slowly, carefully, attentively50. Suddenly the sling51 around the hare’s neck began to slip off. The hare slid out of it and he was free before he even knew it. He made a step or two and then sat there in a daze52. Then he hopped53 away. Slowly at first, shyly, but all the time getting faster until he ran away in wild leaps.
Bambi looked at him as he went. “And not a word of thanks!” he declared in astonishment.
“He still hasn’t quite come back to his senses,” the elder said.
Whatever it was that had been around the hare’s neck lay now in a circle on the ground. Bambi kicked at it lightly; it made a jangling noise and Bambi was startled. That was the sort of noise that did not belong in the forest.
“Him ...?” Bambi asked quietly. The elder nodded.
They walked on calmly next to each other. “You always need to be careful,” said the elder. “When you’re walking along a path you should always pay attention to the twigs on the trees and bushes, stretch your crown out, up and down, and if you ever hear that jangling noise turn right round. But if it’s the time of year when you’re not carrying a crown on your head you need to be doubly careful. I stopped going along the paths a long time ago.”
Bambi was alarmed and wondered what the elder had meant.
“But ... but He’s not ...” he said to himself in bewilderment.
The elder answered, “no ... He’s not in the forest right now.”
“But ... but it’s Him!” said Bambi, shaking his head.
The elder continued, and his voice was full of bitterness. “What was it that Gobo said to you ...? Did he not give you a lecture about how He is almighty54, how he is responsible for of everything ...?”
Bambi spluttered, “Is He not almighty then?”
“He’s no more almighty than He is responsible for all,” the elder complained.
Bambi was disheartened. “... But what about Gobo ... He was good to Gobo ...”
The elder stopped where he was. “Do you really think he was, Bambi?” he asked sadly. This was the first time that the elder had addressed him by his name.
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