war and the future-第4章

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an　age　of　working　kings；　with　the　manners　of　private　gentlemen。
The　King　of　Italy　for　example　is　far　more　accessible　than　was　the
late　Pierpont　Morgan　or　the　late　Cecil　Rhodes；　and　he　seems　to
keep　a　smaller　court。

I　went　to　see　him　from　Udine。　　He　occupied　a　moderate…sized
country　villa　about　half　an　hour　by　automobile　from　headquarters。
I　went　over　with　General　Radcliffe；　we　drove　through　the　gates　of
the　villa　past　a　single　sentinel　in　an　ordinary　infantry　uniform；
up　to　the　door　of　the　house；　and　the　number　of　guards；　servants；
attendants；　officials；　secretaries；　ministers　and　the　like　that　I
saw　in　that　house　wereI　counted　very　carefullyfour。
Downstairs　were　three　people；　a　tall　soldier　of　the　bodyguard　in
grey；　an　A。D。C。；　Captain　Moreno；　and　Col。　Matteoli；　the　minister
of　the　household。　　I　went　upstairs　to　a　drawing…room　of　much　the
same　easy　and　generalised　character　as　the　one　in　which　I　had　met
General　Joffre　a　few　days　before。　　I　gave　my　hat　to　a　second
bodyguard；　and　as　I　did　so　a　pleasantly　smiling　man　appeared　at
the　door　of　the　study　whom　I　thought　at　first　must　be　some
minister　in　attendance。　　I　did　not　recognise　him　instantly
because　on　the　stamps　and　coins　he　is　always　in　profile。　　He
began　to　talk　in　excellent　English　about　my　journey；　and　I
replied；　and　so　talking　we　went　into　the　study　from　which　he　had
emerged。　　Then　I　realised　I　was　talking　to　the　king。

Addicted　as　I　am　to　the　cinematograph；　in　which　the　standard　of
study　furniture　is　particularly　rich　and　high；　I　found　something
very　cooling　and　simple　and　refreshing　in　the　sight　of　the　king's
study　furniture。　　He　sat　down　with　me　at　a　little　useful　writing
table；　and　after　asking　me　what　I　had　seen　in　Italy　and　hearing
what　I　had　seen　and　what　I　was　to　see；　he　went　on　talking；　very
good　talk　indeed。

I　suppose　I　did　a　little　exceed　the　established　tradition　of
courts　by　asking　several　questions　and　trying　to　get　him　to　talk
upon　certain　points　as　to　which　I　was　curious；　but　I　perceived
that　he　had　had　to　carry　on　at　least　so　much　of　the　regal
tradition　as　to　control　the　conversation。　　He　was；　however；
entirely　un…posed。　　His　talk　reminded　me　somehow　of　Maurice
Baring's　books；　it　had　just　the　same　quick；　positive
understanding。　　And　he　had　just　the　same　detachment　from　the　war
as　the　French　generals。　　He　spoke　of　itas　one　might　speak　of　an
inundation。　　And　of　its　difficulties　and　perplexities。

Here　on　the　Adriatic　side　there　were　political　entanglements　that
by　comparison　made　our　western　after…the…war　problems　plain
sailing。　　He　talked　of　the　game　of　spellicans　among　the　Balkan
nationalities。　　How　was　that　difficulty　to　be　met？　　In　Macedonia
there　were　Turkish　villages　that　were　Christian　and　Bulgarians
that　were　Moslem。　　There　were　families　that　changed　the
termination　of　their　names　from　/ski/　to　/off/　as
Serbian　or　Bulgarian　prevailed。　　I　remarked　that　that　showed　a
certain　passion　for　peace；　and　that　much　of　the　mischief　might　be
due　to　the　propaganda　of　the　great　Powers。　　I　have　a　prejudice
against　that　blessed　Whig　〃principle　of　nationality；〃　but　the
King　of　Italy　was　not　to　be　drawn　into　any　statement　about　that。
He　left　the　question　with　his　admission　of　its　extreme　complexity。

He　went　on　to　talk　of　the　strange　contrasts　of　war；　of　such
things　as　the　indifference　of　the　birds　to　gunfire　and
desolation。　　One　day　on　the　Carso　he　had　been　near　the　newly
captured　Austrian　trenches；　and　suddenly　from　amidst　a　scattered
mass　of　Austrian　bodies　a　quail　had　risen。　　that　had　struck　him
as　odd；　and　so　too　had　the　sight　of　a　pack　of　cards　and　a　wine
flask　on　some　newly…made　graves。　　The　ordinary　life　was　a　very
/obstinate/　thing。。。。

He　talked　of　the　courage　of　modern　men。　　He　was　astonished　at　the
quickness　with　which　they　came　to　disregard　shrapnel。　　And　they
were　so　quietly　enduring　when　they　were　wounded。　　He　had　seen　a
lot　of　the　wounded；　and　he　had　expected　much　groaning　and　crying
out。　　But　unless　a　man　is　hit　in　the　head　and　goes　mad　he　does
not　groan　or　scream！　　They　are　just　brave。　　If　you　ask　them　how
they　feel　it　is　always　one　of　two　things：　either　they　say　quietly
that　they　are　very　bad　or　else　they　say　there　is　nothing　the
matter。。。。

He　spoke　as　if　these　were　mere　chance　observations；　but　everyone
tells　me　that　nearly　every　day　the　king　is　at　the　front　and　often
under　fire。　　He　has　taken　more　risks　in　a　week　than　the　Potsdam
War　Lord　has　taken　since　the　war　began。　　He　keeps　himself　acutely
informed　upon　every　aspect　of　the　war。　　He　was　a　little　inclined
to　fatalism；　he　confessed。　　There　were　two　stories　current　of　two
families　of　four　sons；　in　each　three　had　been　killed　and　in　each
there　was　an　attempt　to　put　the　fourth　in　a　place　of　comparative
safety。　　In　one　case　a　general　took　the　fourth　son　in　as　an
attendant　and　embarked　upon　a　ship　that　was　immediately
torpedoed；　in　the　other　the　fourth　son　was　killed　by　accident
while　he　was　helping　to　carry　dinner　in　a　rest　camp。　　From　those
stories　we　came　to　the　question　whether　the　uneducated　Italians
were　more　superstitious　than　the　uneducated　English；　the　king
thought　they　were　much　less　so。　　That　struck　me　as　a　novel　idea。
But　then　he　thought　that　English　rural　people　believe　in　witches
and　fairies。

I　have　given　enough　of　this　talk　to　show　the　quality　of　this　king
of　the　new　dispensation。　　It　was；　you　see；　the　sort　of　easy　talk
one　might　hear　from　fine…minded　people　anywhere。　　When　we　had
done　talking　he　came　to　the　door　of　the　study　with　me　and　shook
hands　and　went　back　to　his　deskwith　that　gesture　of　return　to
work　which　is　very　familiar　and　sympathetic　to　a　writer；　and　with
no　gesture　of　regality　at　all。

Just　to　complete　this　impression　let　me　repeat　a　pleasant　story
about　this　king　and　our　Prince　of　Wales；　who　recently　visited　the
Italian　front。　　The　Prince　is　a　source　of　anxiety　on　these
visits；　he　has　a　very　strong　and　very　creditable　desire　to　share
the　ordinary　risks　of　war。　　He　is　keenly　interested；　and
unobtrusively　bent　upon　getting　as　near　the　fighting　as　line　as
possible。　　But　the　King　of　Italy　was　firm　upon　keeping　him　out　of
anything　more　than　the　most　incidental　danger。　　〃We　don't　want
any　historical　incidents　here；〃　he　said。　　I　think　that　might　well
become　an　historical　phrase。　　For　the　life　of　the　Effigy　is　a
series　of　historical　incidents。


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Manifestly　one　might　continue　to　multiply　portraits　of　fine
people　working　upon　this　great　task　of　breaking　and　ending　the
German　aggression；　the　German　legend；　the　German　effigy；　and　the
effigy　business　generally；　the　thesis　being　that　the　Allies　have
no　effigy。　　One　might　fill　a　thick　volume　with　pictures　of　men　up
the　scale　and　down　working　loyally　and　devotedly　upon　the　war；　to
make　this　point　clear　that　the　essential　king　and　the　essential
loyalty　of　our　side　is　the　commonsense　of　mankind。

There　comes　into　my　head　as　a　picture　at　the　other　extreme　of
this　series；　a　memory　of　certain　trenches　I　visited　on　my　last
day　in　France。　　They　were　trenches　on　an　offensive　front；　they
were　not　those　architectural　triumphs；　those　homes　from　home；
that　grow　to　perfection　upon　the　less　active　sections　of　the
great　line。　　They　had　been　first　made　by　men　who　had　run　rapidly
forward　with　spade　and　rifle；　stooping　as　they　ran；　who　had
dropped　into　the　craters　of　big　shells；　who　had　organised　these
chiefly　at　night　and　dug　the　steep　ditches　sideways　to　join　up
into　continuous　trenches。　　Now　they　were　pushing　forward　saps
into　No　Man's　Land；　linking　them　across；　and　so　continually
creeping　nearer　to　the　enemy　and　a　practicable　jumping…off　place
for　an　attack。　　（It　has　been　made　since；　the　village　at　which　I
peeped　was　in　our　hands　a　week　later。）　These　trenches　were　dug
into　a　sort　of　yellowish　sandy　clay；　the　dug…outs　were　mere　holes
in　the　earth　that　fell　in　upon　the　clumsy；　hardly　any　timber　had
been　got　up　the　line；　a　storm　might　flood　them　at　any　time　a
couple　of　feet　deep　and　begin　to　wash　the　sides。　　Overnight　they
had　been　〃strafed〃　and　there　had　been　a　number　of　casualties；
there　were　smashed　rifles　about　and　a　smashed…up　machine　gun
emplacement；　and　the　men　were　dog…tired　and　many　of　them　sleeping
like　logs；　half　buried　in　…clay。　　Some　slept　on　the　firing　steps。
As　one　went　along　one　became　aware　ever　and　again　of　two　or　three
pairs　of　clay…yellow　feet　sticking　out　of　a　clay　hole；　and
peering　down　one　saw　the　shapes　of　men　like　rudely　modelled
earthen　images　of　soldiers；　motionless　in　the　cave。

I　came　round　the　corner　upon　a　youngster　with　an　intelligent　face
and　steady　eyes　sitting　up　on　the　firing　step；　awake　and
thinking。　　We　looked　at　one　another。　　There　are　moments　when　mind
leaps　to　mind。　　It　is　natural　for　the　man　in　the　trenches
suddenly　confronted　by　so　rare　a　beast　as　a　middle…aged　civilian
with　an　enquiring　expression；　to　feel　oneself　something　of　a
spectacle　and　something　generalised。　　It　is　natural　for　the
civilian　to　look　rather　in　the　vein　of　saying；　〃Well；　how　do　you
take　it？〃　　As　I　pushed　past　him　we　nodded　slightly　with　an　effect
of　mutual　understanding。　　And　we　said　with　our　nods　just　exactly
what　General　Joffre　had　said　with　his　horizontal　gestures　of　the
hand　and　what　the　King　of　Italy　conveyed　by　his　friendly　manner；
we　said　to　each　other　that　here　was　the　trouble　those　Germans　had
brought　upon　us　and　here　was　the　task　that　had　to　be　done。

Our　guide　to　these　trenches　was　a　short；　stocky　young　man；　a　cob；
with　a　rifle　and　a　tight　belt　and　projecting　skirts　and　a　helmet；
a　queer　little　figure　that；　had　you　seen　it　in　a　picture　a　year
or　so　before　the　war；　you　would　most　certainly　have　pronounced
Chinese。　　He　belonged　to　a　Northumbrian　battalion；　it　does　not
matter　exactly　which。　　As　we　returned　from　this　front　line；
trudging　along　the　winding　path　through　the　barbed　wire　tangles
before　the　smashed　and　captured　German　trench　that　had　been　taken
a　fortnight　before；　I　fell　behind　my　guardian　captain　and　had　a
brief　conversation　wit　this　individual。　　He　was　a　lad　in　the
early　twenties；　weather…bit　and　with　bloodshot　eyes。　　He　was；　he
told　me；　a　miner。　　I　asked　my　stock　question　in　such　cases；
whether　he　would　go　back　to　the　old　work　after　the　war。　　He　said
he　would；　and　then　addedwith　the　events　of　overnight　on　his
mind：　〃If　A'hm　looky。〃

Followed　a　little　silence。　　Then　I　tried　my　second　stock　remark
for　such　cases。　　One　does　not　talk　to　soldiers　at　the　front　in
this　war　of　Glory　or　the　〃Empire　on　which　the　sun　never　sets〃　or
〃the　meteor　flag　of　England〃　or　of　King　and　Country　or　any　of
those　fine　old　headline　things。　　On　the　desolate　path　that　winds
about　amidst　the　shell　craters　and　the　fragments　and　the　red…
rusted　wire；　with　the　silken　shiver　of　passing　shells　in　the　air
and　the　blue　of　the　lower　sky　continually　breaking　out　into
eddying　white　puffs；　it　is　wonderful　how　tawdry　such　panoplies　of
the　effigy　appear。　　We　knew　that　we　and　our　allies　are　upon　a
greater；　graver；　more　fundamental　business　than　that　sort　of
thing　now。　　We　are　very　near　the　waking　point。

〃Well；〃　I　said；　〃it's　got　to　be　done。〃

〃Aye；〃　he　said；　easing　the　strap　of　his　rifle　a　little；　〃it's　got
to　be　done。〃



THE　WAR　IN　ITALY　（AUGUST；　1916）


I。　THE　ISON