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Jeremy cast one last look around the place； the merry… go…round was
engaged once more upon its wild course； the horses rising and
falling； the golden woman clashing the cymbals； the minstrel
striking； with his dead eyes fixed upon space； his harp。 All about
men were shouting； the noise of the coconut stores； of the circus；
of the band； of the hucksters and the charlatans； the crying of
children； the laughter of womenall the noise of the Fair bathed
Jeremy up to his forehead。
He swam in it for the last time。 He tried to catch one last glimpse
of his coal…black charger； then； with a sigh； he said； turning to
his uncle： 〃I suppose we'd better be going。〃
〃Yes； I suppose we had；〃 said Uncle Samuel。
They threaded their way through the Fair； passed the wooden stile；
and were once again in the streets； dark and ancient under the moon；
with all the noise and glare behind them。 Jeremy was thinking to
himself： 〃It doesn't matter what Father does； or how angry he is；
that was worth it。〃 It was strange how little afraid he was。 Only a
year ago to be punished by his father had been a terrible thing。
Now； since his mother's illness in the summer； his father had seemed
to have no influence over him。
〃Did they bend you； or did you just come yourself； Uncle？〃 asked
Jeremy。
〃I happened to be taking the air in that direction；〃 said Uncle
Samuel。
〃I hope you didn't come away before you wanted to；〃 said Jeremy
politely。
〃I did not；〃 said his uncle。
〃Is Father very angry？〃 asked Jeremy。
〃It's more than likely he may be。 The Town Crier's expensive。〃
〃I didn't think they'd know；〃 explained Jeremy。 〃I meant to get back
in time。〃
〃Your father didn't go to church；〃 said Uncle Samuel。 〃So your sins
were quickly discovered。〃
Jeremy said nothing。
Just as they were climbing Orange Street he said：
〃Uncle Samuel； I think I'll be a horse…trainer。〃
〃Oh； will you？ 。 。 。 Well； before you train horses you've got to
train yourself。 Think of others beside yourself。 A fine state you've
put your mother into to…night。〃
Jeremy looked distressed。 〃She'd know if I was dead； someone would
come and tell her；〃 he said。 〃But I'll tell Mother I'm sorry。 。 。
But I won't tell Father；〃 he added。
〃Why not？〃 asked Uncle Samuel。
〃Because he'll make such a fuss。 And I'm not sorry。 He never told me
not to。〃
〃No； but you knew you hadn't to。〃
〃I'm very good at obeying；〃 explained Jeremy； 〃if someone says
something； but if someone doesn't； there isn't anyone to obey；〃
Uncle Samuel shook his head。 〃You'll be a bit of a prig； my son； if
you aren't careful；〃 he said。
〃I think it will be splendid to be a horse…trainer；〃 said Jeremy。
〃It was a lovely horse to…night。 。 。 And I only spent a shilling。 I
had three and threepence halfpenny。〃
At the door of their house Uncle Samuel stopped and said：
〃Look here； young man； they say it's time you went to school； and I
don't think they're far wrong。 There are things wiser heads than
yours can understand； and you'd better take their word for it。 In
the future； if you want to go running off somewhere； you'd better
content yourself with my studio and make a mess there。〃
〃Oh； may I？〃 cried Jeremy delighted。
That studio had been always a forbidden place to them； and had；
therefore； its air of enchanting mystery。
〃Won't you really mind my coming？〃 he asked。
〃I shall probably hate it；〃 answered his uncle； 〃but there's nothing
I wouldn't do for the family。〃
The boy walked to his father's study and knocked on the door。 He did
have then； at the sound of that knock； a moment of panic。 The house
was so silent； and he knew so well what would follow the opening of
the door。 And the worst of it was that he was not sorry in the
least。 He seemed to be indifferent and superior； as though no
punishment could touch him。
〃Come in！〃 said his father。
He pushed open the door and entered。 The scene that followed was
grave and sad； and yet； in the end； strangely unimpressive。 His
father talked too much。 As he talked Jeremy's thoughts would fly
back to the coal…black horse and to that moment when he had seemed
to fly into the very heart of the stars。
〃Ah； Jeremy； how could you？〃 said his father。 〃Is obedience nothing
to you？ Do you know how God punishes disobedience？ Think what a
terrible thing is a disobedient man！〃 Then on a lower scale： 〃I
really don't know what to do with you。 You knew that you were not to
go near that wicked place。〃
〃You never said〃 interrupted Jeremy。
〃Nonsense！ You knew well enough。 You will break your mother's
heart。〃
〃I'll tell her I'm sorry；〃 he interrupted quickly。
〃If you are really sorry〃 said his father。
〃I'm not sorry I went；〃 said Jeremy； 〃but I'm sorry I hurt Mother。〃
The end of it was that Jeremy received six strokes on the hand with
a ruler。 Mr。 Cole was not good at this kind of thing； and twice he
missed Jeremy's hand altogether； and looked very foolish。 It was not
an edifying scene。 Jeremy left the room； his head high； his spirit
obstinate； and his father remained； puzzled； distressed； at a loss；
anxious to do what was right； but unable to touch his son at all。
Jeremy went up to his room。 He opened his window and looked out。 He
could smell the burnt leaves of the bonfire。 There was no flame now；
but he fancied that he could see a white shadow where it had been。
Then； on the wind； came the music of the Fair。
〃TumteTum 。 。 。 TumteTum 。 。 。 WhirrWhirrWhirrBang
Bang。〃
Somewhere an owl cried； and then another owl answered。
He rubbed his sore hand against his trousers； then； thinking of his
black horse； he smiled。
He was a free man。 In a week he would go to school； then he would go
to College； then he would be a horsetrainer。
He was in bed； faintly into the dark room； stole the scent of the
bonfire and the noise of the Fair。
〃Tumte…Tum 。 。 。 TumteTum 。 。 。〃
He was asleep； riding on a giant charger across boundless plains。
CHAPTER XII
HAMLET WAITS
I
The last day！ Jeremy； suddenly waking； realised this with a
confusion of feeling as though he were sentenced to the dentist's；
but； oddly enough； looked forward to his visit。 Going to school； one
had； of course； long ago perceived； was a mixed business； but the
balance was now greatly to the good。 It was a step in the right
direction towards liberty and freedom。 Thank Heaven！
No one in the family was likely to make a fuss about his departure；
unless it were possibly Mary； and she had； of late； kept very much
to herself and worried him scarcely at all。 Indeed； he felt guilty
about Mary。 He was fond of her； really 。 。 。 Funny kid 。 。 。 If only
she didn't make fusses！
Yes； it was unlike his family to make fusses。 He realised that very
plainly to…day。 Everyone went about his or her daily business with
no implication whatever that something extraordinary was going to
happen tomorrow。 Perhaps they were all secretly relieved that he was
off。 He had been； he knew； something of a failure during these last
months； one trouble after another； the scandal of his visit to the
Fair as the grand finale。 He felt that there was； in some way； some
injustice in all this。 He had no desi