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Still wearing his sweater and trousers， he stretched out on the b~rd<br >during the night had left an evil taste in his mouth. He decided bed. No pursuers here. They left him alone as if he were a leper. IN<br >against it. All he wanted was sleep， the town stores， in Crossmaglen， he was served， but no unnecessary<br > He sat slumped on the bed， his hands between his knees， staring<br >dully at the pattern on the worn carpet. He was wasting his time. words were exchanged. Not even a "good day." On the streets，<br > people averted their eyes when he came near. He didn t doubt they<br >Not a smell of them. Nothing. For all the good he was doing he<br >might as well be in Belfast. And yet London iusisted he stay. He was knew who he was and where he came from. Probably had his rank<br >a forward observer， London said. Well， he had observed nothing and and serial number. And the soldiers， the soldiers on patrol looked at<br >now he was at the point of giving up hope that be ever would. If him as they looked at all civilians in Crossmaglen， as if he were a<br >stuff was coming across the border， it wasn t here. bomb waiting to go off. It was ironic， he thought. His enemies knew<br > He straightened and， in the dim light filtering through the win- who he was. His allies didn t.<br > He wondered how much longer he would have to camp in this<br >dows， looked at the photograph standing on the table at the side of<br >the bed. Below her fringe of black hair， his wife gazed steadily back. damp and benighted corner of London s disputed domain. They had<br > said a few days and he had been here nearly three weeks. In the crawl<br >She would be getting up now in the house in Blackheath. The two<br >children were grinning self-consciously， obviously restless in the re- space above him， he could hear the mice running. Sounds as if<br >straint of her arms. She said the boy was getting out of hand， needed they re holding the Olympics up there， he thought drowsily， corn-<br >the discipline of a father. There was no note of accusation in her plete with pole vault. But his last thoughts before he slept were of<br >letters. She was the daughter of a soldier and sbe knew how it was. his wife and the children.<br >Still， the problem remained. The boy should go away to school， but He saw the envelope when he awoke at noon and went to boil water<br >there was no money for that. Again King thought of asking his father for shaving and for the pot. It was cheap and grimy， bearing no name<br >for funds， but he knew that he feared the answer. He didn t fear or address. It was sealed. It must have beeu hand-delivered， pushed<br >rejection. He feared the old man would have to say that he didn t under the front door while he had been out or while he slept.<br >have it， that except for the house and his pension he had nothing. He carried it into the kitchen. He was humming "The Men<br >It was not a century that appreciated loyalty and service. Behind the Wire." The rain was coming down again， the windows<br > King took off his raincoat and tossed it on a chair. The rain，<br >which had swept across the hills after midnight， had penetrated streaming with water so that he could hardly see across the field to<br > the stone wall that marked the boundary of the cottage property.<br >the fur lining. It had been an uncomfortable night. Even so， better Sometimes he felt as if he were in a submarine resting on the ocean<br >than the Ardoyne， he had written her， and that was true enough， floor. The whole landscape was drowning.<br >He wanted no more of the cities of death in the north. Except for He sat at the table， still littered with dirty dishes from the day<br >the frustration and loneliness， this was a vacation. He picked up before， and he took out the single sheet of lined paper such as might<br >the Bible that lay alongside the photograph. King was not a reli- have been torn from a child s composition book. It was folded twice.<br >gious man， but he had discovered that he enjoyed the dignified He smoothed it out on the table and read the penciled words.<br >vigor of the King James version. He was reading Joshua and now<br >his eyes fell on one passage. Go back where you came from.<br > And she said unto him， Oetyou to the mountains， lest the {)ursuers He left it on the table， poured boiling water into the old brown<br > meet you; and hide yourselt there three days， until the tJursuers be teapot to warm it， swilled it out， and tossed in two spoons of tea.<br > returned; and afterward may )，e go your own way.<br >