benito cereno-第4章
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t complaisance； acquiesced in his host's invitation。 The more so； since with an untimely caprice of punctilio； rendered distressing by his cadaverous aspect； Don Benito； with Castilian bows； solemnly insisted upon his guest's preceding him up the ladder leading to the elevation； where； one on each side of the last step； sat four armorial supporters and sentries； two of the ominous file。 Gingerly enough stepped good Captain Delano between them； and in the instant of leaving them behind； like one running the gauntlet； he felt an apprehensive twitch in the calves of his legs。 But when； facing about； he saw the whole file； like so many organ…grinders； still stupidly intent on their work； unmindful of everything beside； he could not but smile at his late fidgeting panic。 Presently； while standing with Don Benito； looking forward upon the decks below； he was struck by one of those instances of insubordination previously alluded to。 Three black boys； with two Spanish boys； were sitting together on the hatches； scraping a rude wooden platter； in which some scanty mess had recently been cooked。 Suddenly； one of the black boys； enraged at a word dropped by one of his white companions； seized a knife； and though called to forbear by one of the oakum…pickers； struck the lad over the head； inflicting a gash from which blood flowed。 In amazement； Captain Delano inquired what this meant。 To which the pale Benito dully muttered； that it was merely the sport of the lad。 〃Pretty serious sport； truly；〃 rejoined Captain Delano。 〃Had such a thing happened on board the Bachelor's Delight； instant punishment would have followed。〃 At these words the Spaniard turned upon the American one of his sudden； staring； half…lunatic looks； then； relapsing into his torpor； answered； 〃Doubtless； doubtless； Senor。〃 Is it； thought Captain Delano； that this helpless man is one of those paper captains I've known； who by policy wink at what by power they cannot put down？ I know no sadder sight than a commander who has little of command but the name。 〃I should think； Don Benito；〃 he now said； glancing toward the oakum…picker who had sought to interfere with the boys； 〃that you would find it advantageous to keep all your blacks employed； especially the younger ones； no matter at what useless task； and no matter what happens to the ship。 Why； even with my little band； I find such a course indispensable。 I once kept a crew on my quarterdeck thrumming mats for my cabin； when； for three days； I had given up my ship… mats； men； and all… for a speedy loss； owing to the violence of a gale in which we could do nothing but helplessly drive before it。〃 〃Doubtless； doubtless；〃 muttered Don Benito。 〃But；〃 continued Captain Delano； again glancing upon the oakum…pickers and then at the hatchet…polishers； near by； 〃I see you keep some at least of your host employed。〃 〃Yes；〃 was again the vacant response。 〃Those old men there； shaking their pows from their pulpits；〃 continued Captain Delano； pointing to the oakum…pickers； 〃seem to act the part of old dominies to the rest； little heeded as their admonitions are at times。 Is this voluntary on their part； Don Benito； or have you appointed them shepherds to your flock of black sheep？〃 〃What posts they fill； I appointed them；〃 rejoined the Spaniard in an acrid tone； as if resenting some supposed satiric reflection。 〃And these others； these Ashantee conjurors here；〃 continued Captain Delano； rather uneasily eyeing the brandished steel of the hatchet…polishers； where in spots it had been brought to a shine； 〃this seems a curious business they are at； Don Benito？〃 〃In the gales we met；〃 answered the Spaniard； 〃what of our general cargo was not thrown overboard was much damaged by the brine。 Since coming into calm weather； I have had several cases of knives and hatchets daily brought up for overhauling and cleaning。〃 〃A prudent idea； Don Benito。 You are part owner of ship and cargo； I presume； but not of the slaves； perhaps？〃 〃I am owner of all you see；〃 impatiently returned Don Benito； 〃except the main company of blacks； who belonged to my late friend； Alexandro Aranda。〃 As he mentioned this name； his air was heart…broken； his knees shook； his servant supported him。 Thinking he divined the cause of such unusual emotion； to confirm his surmise； Captain Delano； after a pause； said； 〃And may I ask； Don Benito； whether… since awhile ago you spoke of some cabin passengers… the friend； whose loss so afflicts you； at the outset of the voyage accompanied his blacks？〃 〃Yes。〃 〃But died of the fever？〃 〃Died of the fever。… Oh； could I but…〃 Again quivering； the Spaniard paused。 〃Pardon me；〃 said Captain Delano slowly； 〃but I think that； by a sympathetic experience； I conjecture； Don Benito； what it is that gives the keener edge to your grief。 It was once my hard fortune to lose at sea a dear friend； my own brother； then supercargo。 Assured of the welfare of his spirit； its departure I could have borne like a man； but that honest eye； that honest hand… both of which had so often met mine… and that warm heart； all； all… like scraps to the dogs… to throw all to the sharks！ It was then I vowed never to have for fellow…voyager a man I loved； unless； unbeknown to him； I had provided every requisite； in case of a fatality； for embalming his mortal part for interment on shore。 Were your friend's remains now on board this ship； Don Benito； not thus strangely would the mention of his name affect you。〃 〃On board this ship？〃 echoed the Spaniard。 Then； with horrified gestures； as directed against some spectre； he unconsciously fell into the ready arms of his attendant； who； with a silent appeal toward Captain Delano； seemed beseeching him not again to broach a theme so unspeakably distressing to his master。 This poor fellow now； thought the pained American； is the victim of that sad superstition which associates goblins with the deserted body of man； as ghosts with an abandoned house。 How unlike are we made！ What to me； in like case； would have been a solemn satisfaction； the bare suggestion； even； terrifies the Spaniard into this trance。 Poor Alexandro Aranda！ what would you say could you see your friend… who； on former voyages； when you for months were left behind； has； I dare say； often longed； and longed； for one peep at you… now transported with terror at the least thought of having you anyway nigh him。 At this moment； with a dreary graveyard toll； betokening a flaw； the ship's forecastle bell； smote by one of the grizzled oakum…pickers； proclaimed ten o'clock through the leaden calm； when Captain Delano's attention was caught by the moving figure of a gigantic black； emerging from the general crowd below； and slowly advancing toward the elevated poop。 An iron collar was about his neck； from which depended a chain； thrice wound round his body； the terminating links padlocked together at a broad band of iron； his girdle。 〃How like a mute Atufal moves；〃 murmured the servant。 The black mounted the steps of the poop； and； like a brave prisoner； brought up to receive sentence； stood in unquailing muteness before Don Benito； now recovered from his attack。 At the first glimpse of his approach； Don Benito had started； a resentful shadow swept over his face； and； as with the sudden memory of bootless rage； his white lips glued together。 This is some mulish mutineer； thought Captain Delano； surveying； not without a mixture of admiration； the colossal form of the Negro。 〃See； he waits your question； master；〃 said the servant。 Thus reminded； Don Benito； nervously averting his glance； as if shunning； by anticipation； some rebellious response； in a disconcerted voice； thus spoke： 〃Atufal； will you ask my pardon now？〃 The black was silent。 〃Again； master；〃 murmured the servant； with bitter upbraiding eyeing his countryman。 〃Again； master； he will bend to master yet。〃 〃Answer；〃 said Don Benito； still averting his glance； 〃say but the one word pardon； and your chains shall be off。〃 Upon this； the black； slowly raising both arms； let them lifelessly fall； his links clanking； his head bowed； as much as to say； 〃No； I am content。〃 〃Go；〃 said Don Benito； with inkept and unknown emotion。 Deliberately as he had come； the black obeyed。 〃Excuse me； Don Benito；〃 said Captain Delano； 〃but this scene surprises me； what means it； pray？〃 〃It means that that Negro alone； of all the band； has given me peculiar cause of offence。 I have put him in chains； I…〃 Here he paused； his hand to his head； as if there were a swimming there； or a sudden bewilderment of memory had come over him； but meeting his servant's kindly glance seemed reassured； and proceeded： 〃I could not scourge such a form。 But I told him he must ask my pardon。 As yet he has not。 At my command； every two hours he stands before me。〃 〃And how long has this been？〃 〃Some sixty days。〃 〃And obedient in all else？ And respectful？〃 〃Yes。〃 〃Upon my conscience； then；〃 exclaimed Captain Delano； impulsively； 〃he has a royal spirit in him； this fellow。〃 〃He may have some right to it；〃 bitterly returned Don Benito； 〃he says he was king in his own land。〃 〃Yes；〃 said the servant； entering a word； 〃those slits in Atufal's ears once held wedges of gold； but poor Babo here； in his own land； was only a poor slave； a black man's slave was Babo； who now is the white's。〃 Somewhat annoyed by these conversational familiarities； Captain Delano turned curiously upon the attendant； then glanced inquiringly at his master； but； as if long wonted to these little informalities； neither master nor man seemed to understand him。 〃What； pray； was Atufal's offence； Don Benito？〃 asked Captain Delano； 〃if it was not something very serious； take a fool's advice； and； in view of his general docility； as well as in some natural respect for his spirit； remit his penalty。〃 〃No； no； master never will do that；〃 here murmured the servant to himself； 〃proud Atufal must first ask master's pardon。 The slave there carries the padlock； but master here carries the key。〃 His attention thus directed； Captain Delano now noticed for the first time that； suspended by a slender silken cord； from Don Benito's neck hung a key。 At once； from the servant's muttered syllables divining the key's purpose； he smiled and said： 〃So； Don Benito… padlock and key… significant symbols； truly。〃 Biting his lip； Don Benito faltered。 Though the remark of Captain Delano； a man of such native simplicity as to be incapable of satire or irony； had been dropped in playful allusion to the Spaniard's singularly evidenced lordship over the black； yet the hypochondriac seemed in some way to have taken it as a malicious reflection upon his confessed inability thus far to break down； at least； on a verbal summons； the entrenched will of the slave。 Deploring this supposed misconception； yet despairing of correcting it； Captain Delano shifted the subject； but finding his companion more than ever withdrawn； as if still slowly digesting the lees of the presumed affront above…mentioned； by…and…by Captain Delano likewise became less talkative； oppressed； against his own will； by what seemed the secret vindictiveness of the
