All the way down, Company B had been finding the old things instead of the new, — or, to their way of thinking, the new things instead of the old. The thatched roofs they had so counted upon seeing were few and far between. But American binders4, of well-known makes, stood where the fields were beginning to ripen5, — and they were being oiled and put in order, not by “peasants,” but by wise-looking old farmers who seemed to know their business. Pear trees, trained like vines against the wall, did not astonish them half so much as the sight of the familiar cottonwood, growing everywhere. Claude thought he had never before realized how beautiful this tree could be. In verdant6 little valleys, along the clear rivers, the cottonwoods waved and rustled7; and on the little islands, of which there were so many in these rivers, they stood in pointed8 masses, seemed to grip deep into the soil and to rest easy, as if they had been there for ever and would be there for ever more. At home, all about Frankfort, the farmers were cutting down their cottonwoods because they were “common,” planting maples9 and ash trees to struggle along in their stead. Never mind; the cottonwoods were good enough for France, and they were good enough for him! He felt they were a real bond between him and this people.
When B Company had first got their orders to go into a training camp in north central France, all the men were disappointed. Troops much rawer than they were being rushed to the front, so why fool around any longer? But now they were reconciled to the delay. There seemed to be a good deal of France that wasn’t the war, and they wouldn’t mind travelling about a little in a country like this. Was the harvest always a month later than at home, as it seemed to be this year? Why did the farmers have rows of trees growing along the edges of every field — didn’t they take the strength out of the soil? What did the farmers mean by raising patches of mustard right along beside other crops? Didn’t they know that mustard got into wheat fields and strangled the grain?
The second night the boys were to spend in Rouen, and they would have the following day to look about. Everybody knew what had happened at Rouen — if any one didn’t, his neighbours were only too eager to inform him! It had happened in the market-place, and the market-place was what they were going to find.
Tomorrow, when it came, proved to be black and cold, a day of pouring rain. As they filed through the narrow, crowded streets, that harsh Norman city presented no very cheering aspect. They were glad, at last, to find the waterside, to go out on the bridge and breathe the air in the great open space over the river, away from the clatter10 of cart-wheels and the hard voices and crafty11 faces of these townspeople, who seemed rough and unfriendly. From the bridge they looked up at the white chalk hills, the tops a blur12 of intense green under the low, lead-coloured sky. They watched the fleets of broad, deep-set river barges13, coming and going under their feet, with tilted14 smokestacks. Only a little way up that river was Paris, the place where every doughboy meant to go; and as they leaned on the rail and looked down at the slow-flowing water, each one had in his mind a confused picture of what it would be like. The Seine, they felt sure, must be very much wider there, and it was spanned by many bridges, all longer than the bridge over the Missouri at Omaha. There would be spires15 and golden domes16 past counting, all the buildings higher than anything in Chicago, and brilliant — dazzlingly brilliant, nothing grey and shabby about it like this old Rouen. They attributed to the city of their desire incalculable immensity, bewildering vastness, Babylonian hugeness and heaviness — the only attributes they had been taught to admire.
Late in the morning Claude found himself alone before the Church of St. Ouen. He was hunting for the Cathedral, and this looked as if it might be the right place. He shook the water from his raincoat and entered, removing his hat at the door. The day, so dark without, was darker still within; . . . far away, a few scattered17 candles, still little points of light . . . just before him, in the grey twilight18, slender white columns in long rows, like the stems of silver poplars.
The entrance to the nave19 was closed by a cord, so he walked up the aisle20 on the right, treading softly, passing chapels21 where solitary22 women knelt in the light of a few tapers23. Except for them, the church was empty . . . empty. His own breathing was audible in this silence. He moved with caution lest he should wake an echo.
When he reached the choir24 he turned, and saw, far behind him, the rose window, with its purple heart. As he stood staring, hat in hand, as still as the stone figures in the chapels, a great bell, up aloft, began to strike the hour in its deep, melodious25 throat; eleven beats, measured and far apart, as rich as the colours in the window, then silence . . . only in his memory the throbbing26 of an undreamed-of quality of sound. The revelations of the glass and the bell had come almost simultaneously27, as if one produced the other; and both were superlatives toward which his mind had always been groping, — or so it seemed to him then.
In front of the choir the nave was open, with no rope to shut it off. Several straw chairs were huddled28 on a flag of the stone floor. After some hesitation29 he took one, turned it round, and sat down facing the window. If some one should come up to him and say anything, anything at all, he would rise and say, “Pardon, Monsieur; je ne sais pas c’est defendu.” He repeated this to himself to be quite sure he had it ready.
On the train, coming down, he had talked to the boys about the bad reputation Americans had acquired for slouching all over the place and butting30 in on things, and had urged them to tread lightly, “But Lieutenant,” the kid from Pleasantville had piped up, “isn’t this whole Expedition a butt-in? After all, it ain’t our war.” Claude laughed, but he told him he meant to make an example of the fellow who went to rough-housing.
He was well satisfied that he hadn’t his restless companions on his mind now. He could sit here quietly until noon, and hear the bell strike again. In the meantime, he must try to think: This was, of course, Gothic architecture; he had read more or less about that, and ought to be able to remember something. Gothic . . . that was a mere31 word; to him it suggested something very peaked and pointed, — sharp arches, steep roofs. It had nothing to do with these slim white columns that rose so straight and far, — or with the window, burning up there in its vault32 of gloom. . . .
While he was vainly trying to think about architecture, some recollection of old astronomy lessons brushed across his brain, — something about stars whose light travels through space for hundreds of years before it reaches the earth and the human eye. The purple and crimson33 and peacock-green of this window had been shining quite as long as that before it got to him. . . . He felt distinctly that it went through him and farther still . . . as if his mother were looking over his shoulder. He sat solemnly through the hour until twelve, his elbows on his knees, his conical hat swinging between them in his hand, looking up through the twilight with candid34, thoughtful eyes.
When Claude joined his company at the station, they had the laugh on him. They had found the Cathedral, — and a statue of Richard the Lion-hearted, over the spot where the lion-heart itself was buried; “the identical organ,” fat Sergeant35 Hicks assured him. But they were all glad to leave Rouen.
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