Metropolitan Lines Issue 2 - Brunel University
Metropolitan Lines Issue 2 - Brunel University
Metropolitan Lines Issue 2 - Brunel University
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Magilligan’s Gift<br />
At the time, I didn’t appreciate<br />
what Henri did for me. I’d<br />
never been into the woods, alone or<br />
otherwise. It was forbidden. Woods<br />
teemed with savage animals; lions,<br />
tigers, wolves, even bears, all of<br />
which ate little boys, or so I was<br />
told. The truth was less exciting.<br />
Little boys explore forests with<br />
their older brothers or with children<br />
from their neighbourhood. I didn’t<br />
have an older brother and the<br />
reserve my mother upheld towards<br />
local families reduced our everyday<br />
social life considerably. She couldn’t<br />
slip into those easy-going<br />
friendships young mothers take as a<br />
matter of course. Visits to other<br />
families with children of my age<br />
were by written invitation and<br />
involved my being dressed in my<br />
best clothes and warned to behave.<br />
The reciprocal invitations were even<br />
worse and inevitably ended with me<br />
and at least one other child in tears,<br />
my sisters furious, and my being<br />
banished to the nursery in disgrace.<br />
To be fair to Maman, a war of<br />
attrition was in its death throes a<br />
mere fifty miles from the gates. Halfcrazed<br />
deserters from both the<br />
French and the German armies<br />
were living rough in the dense<br />
forests of the Champagne, surviving<br />
by poaching, theft and scavenging.<br />
The greatest danger however, apart<br />
from wild boar which rarely<br />
attacked or the occasional rutting<br />
stag, was that Champagne is a<br />
region grounded on chalk. This soil<br />
composition imparts its unique<br />
“terroir” and produces the wines for<br />
which we are famous. It also creates<br />
a network of cool, natural caves in<br />
which our glorious nectar is<br />
matured. The drawback of this<br />
geological phenomenon is that, at<br />
certain places, the upper chalk<br />
strata, thin as a girl’s skin, is held<br />
together by the root systems of<br />
trees, the grace of God and not<br />
much else. Without warning, the<br />
land can collapse into vast sink holes<br />
or vanish down the secret tunnels<br />
carved out by subterranean<br />
watercourses. Disappearances were<br />
not unknown and on one occasion,<br />
after heavy rains, an abyss appeared<br />
in a local farmer’s yard, swallowing a<br />
plough and the unfortunate old<br />
horse hitched to it. I believe they<br />
recovered the plough but the horse<br />
was past redemption. Jeanne,<br />
nervous of the woods to begin with,<br />
was afraid to explore with me in<br />
case we stumbled into one of the<br />
smaller chasms, so my early days<br />
were restricted to the garden.<br />
As the trees grew in whispering<br />
immensity before my eyes, I began<br />
to lag back, sensing I was stepping<br />
into an unknown world.<br />
Magilligan’s hand held me tight and<br />
I’d no option but to accompany him,<br />
though he wasn’t dragging me. I<br />
could have started another tantrum,<br />
but by then I’d grasped he was<br />
immune to those, so it wasn’t worth<br />
the effort. And, deep inside my three<br />
and three-quarter-year-old heart, I<br />
wanted to explore with the<br />
desperation of the born adventurer.<br />
A high stone wall protected the<br />
garden, and separated it from the<br />
estate land. There was a gate, but<br />
Magilligan steered me towards a<br />
four-step stile built at the point<br />
where the forest straggled down in<br />
closest proximity to the boundary.<br />
When we reached it, he swung me<br />
into his arms and, despite his<br />
disability, trotted up the steps with<br />
the agility of a mountain goat. Then<br />
he rolled himself and me over the<br />
top and down the other side. My<br />
safe familiar world now lay behind<br />
those grey stones, and the man I’d<br />
spent the last two months avoiding<br />
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postgraduate fiction<br />
had hoisted me out of it like a sack<br />
of pilfered potatoes.<br />
I’m sure my father must have<br />
lifted me into his arms as a baby but<br />
I’ve lost any memory of it. Jeanne<br />
had long ago stopped doing so. I’d<br />
grown too heavy. Despite the<br />
strangeness of the experience, I<br />
wasn’t anxious. On the contrary, I<br />
felt comforted and secure, even<br />
when he set me back down on my<br />
own two feet. From my low vantage<br />
point, the turrets of the chateau<br />
were just visible above the wall but I<br />
didn’t succumb to a momentary<br />
urge to run home. I could already<br />
smell the musty, rotting odour of<br />
ancient forest freshened by the<br />
bright green aroma of sprouting<br />
grass in the surrounding fields. My<br />
nostrils twitched like a hamster’s as<br />
the herbal fragrance of ferns rose<br />
from the mulchy soil to beckon me<br />
into this woodland paradise. A<br />
wave of elation swept over me and,<br />
tearing my hand loose from<br />
Magilligan’s clasp, I dashed<br />
headlong up a moss-springy path<br />
into the shadowy dapple of the<br />
trees.<br />
‘Oy, you little ratbag... where do<br />
you think you’re going?’<br />
The voice followed me up the<br />
path but freedom was so<br />
exhilarating I didn’t want to stop. I<br />
felt one hand on my shoulder to<br />
slow me down as the other hand<br />
restrained me.<br />
‘Not so fast. I don’t want to lose<br />
you in the woods and we’ve all<br />
afternoon. Now let’s just go a bit<br />
slower.’<br />
I remember I turned and asked<br />
what I should call him.<br />
‘Henri,’ he said, as he took my<br />
hand and led me deeper into the<br />
coolness of the woods. Pigeons<br />
gurgled on hidden branches and the<br />
wind through the treetops rustled<br />
like taffeta dresses at a ball. A<br />
<strong>Metropolitan</strong> <strong>Lines</strong> Summer 2008<br />
Magilligan<br />
Johanna Yacoub