myself.â
âAnd they welcomed you with open arms?â
âYou scare them, thatâs all,â Mercer said. âYouâre an unknown quantity.â
âI know exactly what I am to them.â
âThey donât all think the same,â Mercer said, hoping he sounded more convincing than he felt.
âThey donât think at all, thatâs the problem.â
âPerhaps if you were able to talk to them,â Mercer said. âExplain to them.â
âExplain what?â Jacob turned to look directly at him.
âI meant explain how you came to be here, what you have endured, how youââ
â Endured? Endured? â He started to say more, but was racked by a bout of coughing, which left him bent double, holding a hand to his chest and gasping for breath.
Mercer held his arm, supporting him as he straightened.
Jacob wiped his mouth with a cloth. His shirt and jacket were buttoned to their collars.
âPerhaps if you loosened â¦â Mercer suggested, but Jacob shook his head.
He sat upright and took several deep breaths. After a few minutes, he was recovered.
âAre you unwell?â Mercer asked him.
âMy chest is weak, thatâs all.â
Mercer knew it was more than this, but said nothing. He watched the trickling water and wished there was some way he might collect this and give it to Jacob.
âWere you in a camp?â he asked after a further minute of silence between them.
Jacob nodded. âPlease, not now.â
Is that why you create this other past?
âI didnât mean to offend you, or to pry,â Mercer said.
âI know.â Jacob wiped his mouth for a final time. âSo, tell me about the women. Was the old one there?â
âYou could always avoid them. There are plenty of other places for you toââ
âTo hide myself away. I know. The first time she saw me, before she even knew who I was or why I was there, she chased me with a stick. She saw me at the roadâs end, told me to stay where I was, and then went indoors. I thought at first that she was fetching me something to eat or drink, but instead she came back out with a stick. She came striding towards me and shouting at me like I was a stray dog. As you can imagine, neither of us is much of a runner. She soon exhausted herself, and Iâd barely moved from where I stood.â
âYou should have gone towards her â sheâd have run back indoors.â
âI know. But by then sheâd attracted the usual crowd of onlookers. Youâll have realized by now â everything that happens here usually draws its own small crowd. Nothing goes unnoticed or unwatched. Youâd do well to remember that.â
âWhat happened?â
âShe went on waving her stick and shouting her abuse at me.â
âDid no one come to your defence?â
âThe girlâs mother told her to stop making a fool of herself, but the woman screamed some abuse at her, too. One or two of the younger ones seemed more intrigued and amused than threatened by the situation, but none of them intervened.â
âHow long ago was this?â
âNine months, less.â
âAnd yet you still return to haunt and unsettle them.â
Jacob grinned. âI still return.â
And you use your appearance like she uses her stick.
âThey seem to know you well enough,â Mercer said.
âThey only know what they want to know. What else did you talk about with them?â
âAbout their lives here, about the coming changes with the new Station.â
âDid the girlâs mother tell you about her husband?â
âThe soldier?â
âThe soldier in Colchester Military Prison.â
âPrison?â
âHe deserted a few days before he was due to be shipped to North Africa, Egypt. He went missing for almost a month. Came back here. Someone tipped the Military Police off and they turned up and
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