Once 'round Castle Rock and the Needles, they can run before the Wind, down past Manatee1 Bay, and the great Ridge-line above wheeling as they rush on,— doubling at last the South-West Point, standing2 off from Man and Horse, Lines and Hooks drop over the side, and presently the Day's Meal is flopping3 about the Deck,— they have lost the Wind. The Absence stuns4 him. Breezes, Tides, and Eddies5 must now get them past this Coast. The Crew, who've been out in it for a few Days, find Mason's Discombob-ulancy amusing. That their Remarks are not in English sends him further a-reel. When they debark6 him at the mouth of Break-Neck Valley, two or three Miles from the Town, he is more than eager to be off.
He can smell the Town upon the Wind, the Smoke and Muck-Piles, long before he sees it. Awakening7 from a sort of Road-Trance, he finds himself before the Jenkin's Ear Museum, dedicated8 to the eponymous Organ whose timely Display brought England in against Spain in the War of '39. Not long after, Robert Jenkin went to work for the East India Company,— many styl'd it a quid pro9 quo,— being assign'd to St. Helena in '41 as Governor, and bringing with him the influential10 Ear, already by then encasqu'd in a little Show-case of Crystal and Silver, and pickl'd in Atlantick Brine. James's Town wove its Spell. Eventually, at Cards, Mr. Jenkin extended his Credit too far even for Honorable John. There remain'd the last unavoidable Object of Value, which he bet against what prov'd to be a Cross-Ruff, whence it pass'd into the Hands of Nick Mournival, an Enterpriser of the Town.
Mason is chagrin'd to find set in a low Wall a tiny Portico11 and Gate, no more than three feet high, with a Sign one must stoop to read,— "Ear of Rob' Jenkin, Esq., Within." Clearly there must be some other entry, tho' Mason can find none, not even by repeated Jumps to see what lies over the Wall,— to appearance, a Garden gone to weeds. Reluctantly at last he takes to his elbows and knees, to investigate the diminutive12 Doorway13 at close hand,— the Door, after a light Push, swinging open without a Squeak14. Mason peers in. What Illumination there is reveals a sort of Ramp-way leading downward, with just enough height to crawl.
Owing to a certain Corporate15 Surplus accumulated at Cape16 Town, Mason's smooth descent is here and there in doubt,— each time, indeed, tho' but temporarily stuck, he comes near Panick. At last, having gain'd a slightly roomier sort of Foyer, hewn, it seems, from the Volcanick Rock of the Island, he is startl'd by a Voice, quite near.
"Good Day to you, Pilgrim, and thanks for your interest in a great modern secular19 Relic20. Helen of Troy's face may've launch'd a thousand ships,— this is but one Ear, yet in its Time, it sent navies into combat 'round the Globe. Think of it as the closest thing you're apt to see to Helen's Face, and for one Pistole 'tis a Bargain."
"Bit steep, isn't it? Where, ehm, are you, by the way...the Echo in here,— "
"Look in front of you."
"Yaahhgghh— "
"Ta-ra-ra! Yes, here all the time. Nick Mournival, formerly22 Esquire, now your Servant. Once a Company Director, now.. .as you see. Fortune's wheel is on the Rise or Fall where'er we go, but nowhere does it turn quite as furiously as here, upon this unhappy Mountain-Top in the Sea."
"You are Florinda's friend. We met before the Battery one evening,— she is well, I trust."
"She is flown. Some Chicken-Nabob traveling home with his Mother. Watch'd her work him. Masterful. She knew I was observing, and put on a Show. Her Stage Training,— humiliating, of course.—
"Well," brightly, "where's the Ear then,— just have a look if I may, and be off?"
"Dear no, that's not how 'tis done, I must come along, to operate the Show.”
"Excuse me,— Show...?"
Nai've Mason. First he must endure The Spaniard's Crime, The Ear Display'd to Parliament, the Declaration of War,— with Mournival speaking all the parts and putting in the sounds of Cannonades, and Storms at Sea, Traffick in Whitehall, Spanish Jabbering23 and the like, and providing incidental music upon the Mandoline from Mr. Squivelli's L'Orecchio Fatale, that is, "The Fateful Ear." A Disquisition upon Jenkin's Ear-Ring, "Aye, 'twas never Mr. J.'s Ear the Spaniard was after, but the great Ruby24 in it. For one silver shilling, you may view this remarkable25 Jewel, red as a wound, pluck'd from the Navel of an impor?tantly connected Nautch-Dancer, by a Mate off a Coaster, who should've known better,— passing then from Scoundrel to Scoundrel, tho' Death to possess yet coveted26 passionately27, from the Northern Sea to the farther swamps of the Indies, absorbing in its Passage, and bearing onward28, one Episode after another, the brutal29 and dishonorable Tale of Bengal and the Carnatic, in the Days of the Company,— till it settl'd in to dangle30 beneath the fateful Lobe21 of Mr. Jenkin, and wait, a-throb with unlucki-ness, the Spaniard's Blade."
In the strait and increasingly malodorous space where they crouch31, awash in monologue32 and vocal33 Tricks, Mason's only diversion is what Mr. Mournival, by now seeming more openly derang'd, styles "The Chronoscope," which, for a fee, may be squinted35 into,— here in all col?ors of the Prism sails the brig Rebecca, forever just about to be inter18?cepted by the infamous36 Guarda-Costa. Mason's Squint34 is not merely wistful,— the ship's name is a Message from across some darker Sea,— as he has come to believe in a metaphysickal escape for the Seahorse, back there off Brest, much like this very depiction,— the Event not yet "reduc'd to certainty," the Day still'd, oceanick, an ascent37, a reclaiming38 of light, wind express'd as its integral, each Sail a great held Breath.... Into just such a Dispensation, that far-off morning, had he risen... like a Child...India, all Islands possible, the open, inextinguishable Light.. .his last morning of Immortality39.
"And finally, a salute40 to the career of Mr. Jenkin with the E.I.C., fea?turing his brief and not dishonorable tenure41 as Governor here." Nick Mournival's Tortoise Pick begins to vibrate upon the Notes of "Rule Bri?tannia," as a life-siz'd portrait of Jenkin now shimmers42 into view, the
missing Ear tastefully disguis'd by the excursions of a Wig43 of twenty years ago, and the Curriculum Vitas is grandly recited.
All this while, the Ear reposes44 in its Pickling-Jar of Swedish lead Crystal, as if being withheld45 from Time's Appetite for some Destiny obscure to all. Presently 'tis noted46 by Mason,— he hopes, an effect of the light,— that somehow, the Ear has been a-glow,— for a while, too,— withal, it seems, as he watches, to come to Attention, to gain muscular Tone, to grow indeed quite firm, and, in its saline Bath, erect47. It is listen?ing. Quickly Mason grips himself by the head, attempting to forestall48 Panick.
"Aha." Mr. Mournival breaks off his narration49. "Good for you, Sir. Some of them never do smoak it, you know. Yes of course Ear's been lis?tening,— what're Ears for?— and to be honest, there's not much to do down here— Ear may look small and brine-soak'd to some, but I can tell you she's one voracious50 Vessel,— can't get enough of human speech, she'll take anything, in any language,— sometimes I must sit and read to her, the Bible, the Lunar Tables, The Ghastly Fop, whatever comes to hand...'tis Ear's great Hunger, that never abates51."
" 'Ear'?"
"Oh? What would you call her? 'Nose'?"
"I...but wish'd not to speak inappropriately,— ' Mason's Eyes swiveling about more and more wildly, failing to locate the Egress52.
"You're a Sporting Gentleman, I recognize your style, been to any number of London Clubs in me time, how'd you like to"— his Nudge, in this under-ground Intimacy53, comes like an Assault,— "get a little closer, maybe.. .tell her something in private?" As much as the Space allows, he now flourishes a Key.
"Ehm, perhaps I'll just,— could you, actually, kindly54, point me to the...Way out?"
Mr. Mournival has unlock'd the Vitrine, and reach'd into the Sea-Glow within. "You ought not leave, Sir, till you've spoken into Ear. She'll be a much better Judge of when you may go. And 'twill cost but a Rix-Dollar more,—
"What!"
"Be advis'd, I am empower'd to use Violence, I've a Warrant from the Company,—
"Here then,— take, take two Rix-Dollars,— why not? only Dutch money, isn't it, no more real than the Cape be, and that terrible Dream that has seiz'd and will not release them,—
"Don't tell me," shrugs56 Mr. Mournival. "Tell Ear. It's just the sort of Chat-up she fancies. Treat for you today, Ear!" he cries, startling Mason into a back-twinge he would rather not have. "Go ahead, Sir. Put your Lips as close as as you care to."
"You're not altogether well," Mason points out.
"And more of us on the Leeward58 Side than you'd ever suspect— There.. .so.— Better? Now whisper Ear your Wish, your fondest Wish,— join all those Sailors and Whores and Company Writers without number who've found their way down here, who've cried their own desires into the Great Insatiable. Upon my Solicitor's Advice, I must also remind you at this Point, that Ear only listens to Wishes,— she doesn't grant 'em."
Mason can scarce look into the blue-green Radiance surrounding the Ear,— in this crowded darkness, even the pale luminescence stuns.. .and just as well, too, for the Organ has now definitely risen up out of its Pickle59, and without question is offering itself, half-cur'd and sub?terranean cold, to Mason's approaching Mouth. I have surviv'd the Royal Baby, Mason tells himself,— this can be done. The flirtatious60 Ear stands like a shell-fish,— vibrating, waiting.
His fondest Wish? that Rebekah live, and that,— but he will not betray her, not for this. What he whispers, rather, into the pervading61 scent17 of Brine and...something else, is, "A speedy and safe passage for Mr. Dixon, back to this place. For his personal sake, of course, but for my Sanity62 as well."
Helen of Troy, mutatis mutandis, might have smirk63'd, yet even if the Ear were able to smirk, Mason wouldn't have notic'd, would he,— being preoccupied64 so with the Metaphysicks of the Moment. Till now, he has never properly understood the phrase Calling into a Void,— having imagin'd it said by Wives of Husbands, or Teachers of Students. Here, however, in the form of this priapick Ear, is the Void, and the very anti-Oracle— revealing nothing, as it absorbs ev'rything. One kneels and begs, one is humiliated65, one crawls on.
"The Egress you seek lies directly before you, Sir,— " the Mandoline jingling66 a recessional Medley67 of Indian Airs as Mason climbs on. At the
moment, all he wants to see is the Atlantic Sky. "Godspeed!" calls Nick Mournival, "- - may you fare better in the life you resume, than ever did I in the one I abandon'd."
Having squirm'd past the last obstacle, Mason finds himself presently at Ground Level in the neglected Garden he glimps'd earlier. The Walls are markedly higher in here than he remembers them from the Street,— whose ev'ry audible Nuance68 now comes clear to him, near and far, all of
equal Loudness, from ev'ry part of the Town,— but invisible In its
suggestion of Transition between Two Worlds, the space offers an invita?tion to look into his Soul for a moment, before passing back to the Port-Town he has stepp'd from...a Sailors' waterfront Chapel69, as some would say. He begins, like a Dog, to explore the Walls, proceeding70 about the stone Perimeter71. Bright green Vines with red trumpet-shap'd Flowers, brighter indeed than the Day really allows...no door-ways of any kind.. .then Rain, salt from the Leagues of Vacant Ocean—
"I was in a State. I must have found the way out. Unless the real Mason is yet there captive in that exitless Patch, and I but his Representative."
When Dixon hears this, at last, a few days out in their Passage back to England, he sits staring at Mason. "Well,— this is going to seem uncoah', but as near as I can calculate, at exactly the instant you spoke55 into this Object, I heard, as out of a speaking-trumpet, your message. I was sitting in The World's End,— in some Wise that no Philosophy can explain, the Wind outside dropp'd for just long enough for me to hear. Of course I didn't recognize it as you, Mason,— so darken'd with echo and so forth72 was that Voice... ?"
"Dixon, I am 'maz'd...my Wish, as well, you say.... Ahrr! You almost persuaded me,— why can you never just let it be?— you had the hook right in my Mouth, Sir."
"In Durham, we tend to let the Coarse Fish go...?"
"Oh, aye,— in favor of what, pray?"
"We look more for Carp, or Salmon-Trout, tho' naturally 'twould be a bit different down where tha do thy fishing,— a more predatory style no Doubt,— desperate, as tha'd say.... Only come up to Wearside some time, we'll teach thee how to wait."
"I am a Taurus, Friend. I know how to wait.”
"Ever use a Ledger73 on thy Line?"
"A Lead Sinker, in the Frome? What a Hope,— something would eat it...? aye, so fast you'd never feel a thing...? I'm serious, Dixon. Lead? They esteem74 it a Delicacy75."
" 'Tis just how I talk about places I don't fancy anyone else fishing in...?"
"For the Sake of the publick Health, nor should I,— not in those Clothiers' Sewer-Lines that were once my home Streams. We grew up feeling oblig'd to fish, yet certainly not to eat anything we caught. Too many cautionary Tales known to all."
"Much fishing at St. Helena?"
"I didn't leave Maskelyne in the best of mental health,— perhaps he's been here too long."
"With orbitally diametrick Obs as one's Plan, why there's never thah' much choice...? But life is so short." Dixon's Phiz now all piously76 of-course-I-never-gossip-but, " - Are you suggesting there's some other reason for his long Sojourn77 there, where five minutes is more than enough for some?"
"Mister, Dixon!" leaving Dixon just time to shrug57 unapologetickally, "what could that possibly be?"
"Six months... ? a man can pass thro' an entire phase of his life in that time. Have an Adventure,— who knows?"
"You don't mean to raise the possibility of..."
"Friend Mason, who am I to say? 'Tis thoo's been with him since Octo?ber. Have there been publick displays, Beauties unintroduc'd, mysteri?ous absences? Sirius neglected? Happen he's only been going off to drink, as drinking does seem to take up an unco' Fraction of people's time here...?"
"I have come to believe, that Maskelyne lingers only because Bradley discover'd the Aberration78, and achiev'd Glory, whilst trying to find the Parallax of London's Zenith-Star. Might not that great moment of Clarity beneath Draco, reasons Maskelyne, be repeated there, beneath the Great Dog?"
"He thinks he'll find something else, like the Aberration...?"
"He's careful, that's all. If there's anything to it, he'll know soon enough.”
"Did I say anything? Ah don't even knaah the Lad...?"
"Nor I,— I'm speculating. Suppose that were it, 's all I'm saying— And yet he stays on. He could've come back with us, couldn't he? Has he in the Strangeness of his Solitude79, reach'd a Compact with the Island, as if 'twere sentient80, has he in some way come to belong to it in Perpetuity? The Whores' Bridge, his Desert,— his Trial of Passage, Abstinence?"
"Or, in that place, Indulgence," Dixon reminds him.
They would rather discuss Maskelyne's Affairs, than what waits in England, in their own Futurity. Through his Correspondence, Maskelyne has heard of one Possibility, tho' 'tis far from a Reduction to Certainty. Following the Chancery decision the year before, as to the Boundaries between the American Provinces of Pennsylvania and Maryland, both Proprietors81 have petition'd the Astronomer82 Royal for assistance, using the most modern means available, in marking these out,— one of them being a Parallel of Latitude83, five degrees, an Hundred Leagues, of Wilderness84 East to West.
"Why would Maskelyne tell us of this?"
"He'd not want it for himself. He'd rather see us permanently85 abroad,— then 'tis alone at last with Dr. Bradley."
"Would thou go to America?"
"I don't know that Bradley would recommend me again," Mason says. "For reasons we appreciate. Nor shall Maskelyne be too eager,— if it cannot advance the cause of Lunars, what use is it? Who? Waddington? Yourself? If you are interested, Dixon, after the Work you did at the Cape, you may likely write your own Contract."
"That good, was it?"
"Yes. Mine was lucky,— the Sector86 practickally did the Work,— but yours was good."
"Then they'll want to send us both again...? Won't they. Eeh,— a bonny gone-on,— the two of huz, in America."
"I don't think so.”
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