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Chapter 2
Givehands,traverse,bowtopartner:so:impsoffancyoftheMoors.Gonetoofromtheworld,AverroesandMosesMaimonides,darkmeninmienandmovement,flashingintheirmockingmirrorstheobscuresouloftheworld,adarknessshininginbrightnesswhichbrightnesscouldnotcomprehend.
—Doyouunderstandnow?Canyouworkthesecondforyourself?
—Yes,sir.
InlongshakystrokesSargentcopiedthedata.Waitingalwaysforawordofhelphishandmovedfaithfullytheunsteadysymbols,afainthueofshameflickeringbehindhisdullskin.Amormatris:subjectiveandobjectivegenitive.Withherweakbloodandwheysourmilkshehadfedhimandhidfromsightofothershisswaddlingbands.
LikehimwasI,theseslopingshoulders,thisgracelessness.Mychildhoodbendsbesideme.Toofarformetolayahandthereonceorlightly.Mineisfarandhissecretasoureyes.Secrets,silent,stonysitinthedarkpalacesofbothourhearts:secretswearyoftheirtyranny:tyrants,willingtobedethroned.
Thesumwasdone.
—Itisverysimple,Stephensaidashestoodup.
—Yes,sir.Thanks,Sargentanswered.
Hedriedthepagewithasheetofthinblottingpaperandcarriedhiscopybookbacktohisbench.
—Youhadbettergetyourstickandgoouttotheothers,Stephensaidashefollowedtowardsthedoortheboy’sgracelessform.
—Yes,sir.
Inthecorridorhisnamewasheard,calledfromtheplayfield.
—Sargent!
—Runon,Stephensaid.MrDeasyiscallingyou.
Hestoodintheporchandwatchedthelaggardhurrytowardsthescrappyfieldwheresharpvoiceswereinstrife.
