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were tattooed with dark blue patterns, so intricate that he might have been wearing drawers of blue<br />
lace. A bamboo the thickness of a man’s wrist had fallen and hung across the path. The leading beater<br />
severed it with an upward flick of his dah; the prisoned water gushed out of it with a diamond-flash.<br />
After half a mile they reached the open fields, and everyone was sweating, for they had walked fast<br />
and the sun was savage.<br />
‘That’s where we’re going to shoot, over there,’ Flory said.<br />
He pointed across the stubble, a wide dust-coloured plain, cut up into patches of an acre or two by<br />
mud boundaries. It was horribly flat, and lifeless save for the snowy egrets. At the far edge a jungle of<br />
great trees rose abruptly, like a dark green cliff. The beaters had gone across to a small tree like a<br />
hawthorn twenty yards away. One of them was on his knees, shikoing to the tree and gabbling, while<br />
the old hunter poured a bottle of some cloudy liquid onto the ground. The others stood looking on with<br />
serious, bored faces, like men in church.<br />
‘What are those men doing?’ Elizabeth said.<br />
‘Only sacrificing to the local gods. Nats, they call them–a kind of dryad. They’re praying to him to<br />
bring us good luck.’<br />
The hunter came back and in a cracked voice explained that they were to beat a small patch of<br />
scrub over to the right before proceeding to the main jungle. Apparently the Nat had counselled this.<br />
The hunter directed Flory and Elizabeth where to stand, pointing with his dah. The six beaters<br />
plunged into the scrub; they would make a detour and beat back towards the paddy fields. There were<br />
some bushes of the wild rose thirty yards from the jungle’s edge, and Flory and Elizabeth took cover<br />
behind one of these, while Ko S’la squatted down behind another bush a little distance away, holding<br />
Flo’s collar and stroking her to keep her quiet. Flory always sent Ko S’la to a distance when he was<br />
shooting, for he had an irritating trick of clicking his tongue if a shot was missed. Presently there was<br />
a far-off echoing sound–a sound of tapping and strange hollow cries; the beat had started. Elizabeth at<br />
once began trembling so uncontrollably that she could not keep her gun-barrel still. A wonderful bird,<br />
a little bigger than a thrush, with grey wings and body of blazing scarlet, broke from the trees and<br />
came towards them with a dipping flight. The tapping and the cries came nearer. One of the bushes at<br />
the jungle’s edge waved violently–some large animal was emerging. Elizabeth raised her gun and<br />
tried to steady it. But it was only a naked yellow beater, dah in hand. He saw that he had emerged and<br />
shouted to the others to join him.<br />
Elizabeth lowered her gun. ‘What’s happened?’<br />
‘Nothing. The beat’s over.’<br />
‘So there was nothing there!’ she cried in bitter disappointment.<br />
‘Never mind, one never gets anything the first beat. We’ll have better luck next time.’<br />
They crossed the lumpy stubble, climbing over the mud boundaries that divided the fields, and took<br />
up their position opposite the high green wall of the jungle. Elizabeth had already learned how to load<br />
her gun. This time the beat had hardly started when Ko S’la whistled sharply.<br />
‘Look out!’ Flory cried. ‘Quick, here they come!’<br />
A flight of green pigeons were dashing towards them at incredible speed, forty yards up. They<br />
were like a handful of catapulted stones whirling through the sky. Elizabeth was helpless with