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‘Ah well. Let’s hope they’ll have the guts to show a bit of fight for once. Then we’ll call out the<br />
Military Police, rifles and all. Plug a few dozen of ’em–that’ll clear the air.’<br />
However, the hoped-for opportunity did not come. Westfield and the dozen constables he had taken<br />
with him to Thongwa–jolly round-faced Gurkha boys, pining to use their kukris on somebody-found<br />
the district depress ingly peaceful. There seemed not the ghost of a rebellion anywhere; only the<br />
annual attempt, as regular as the monsoon, of the villagers to avoid paying the capitation tax.<br />
The weather was growing hotter and hotter. Elizabeth had had her first attack of prickly heat.<br />
Tennis at the Club had practically ceased; people would play one languid set and then fall into chairs<br />
and swallow pints of tepid lime-juice–tepid, because the ice came only twice weekly from Mandalay<br />
and melted within twenty-four hours of arriving. The Flame of the Forest was in full bloom. The<br />
Burmese women, to protect their children from the sun, streaked their faces with yellow cosmetic<br />
until they looked like little African witch doctors. Flocks of green pigeons, and imperial pigeons as<br />
large as ducks, came to eat the berries of the big peepul trees along the bazaar road.<br />
Meanwhile, Flory had turned Ma Hla May out of his house.<br />
A nasty, dirty job! There was a sufficient pretext–she had stolen his gold cigarette-case and<br />
pawned it at the house of Li Yeik, the Chinese grocer and illicit pawnbroker in the bazaar–but still, it<br />
was only a pretext. Flory knew perfectly well, and Ma Hla May knew, and all the servants knew, that<br />
he was getting rid of her because of Elizabeth. Because of ‘the Ingaleikma with dyed hair’, as Ma Hla<br />
May called her.<br />
Ma Hla May made no violent scene at first. She stood sullenly listening while he wrote her a<br />
cheque for a hundred rupees–Li Yeik or the Indian chetty in the bazaar would cash cheques–and told<br />
her that she was dismissed. He was more ashamed than she; he could not look her in the face, and his<br />
voice went flat and guilty. When the bullock cart came for her belongings he shut himself in the<br />
bedroom, skulking till the scene should be over.<br />
Cartwheels grated on the drive, there was the sound of men shouting; then suddenly there was a<br />
fearful uproar of screams. Flory went outside. They were all struggling round the gate in the sunlight.<br />
Ma Hla May was clinging to the gatepost and Ko S’la was trying to bundle her out. She turned a face<br />
full of fury and despair towards Flory, screaming over and over, ‘Thakin! Thakin! Thakin! Thakin!<br />
Thakin!’ It hurt him to the heart that she should still call him thakin after he had dismissed her.<br />
‘What is it?’ he said.<br />
It appeared that there was a switch of false hair that Ma Hla May and Ma Yi both claimed. Flory<br />
gave the switch to Ma Yi and gave Ma Hla May two rupees to compensate her. Then the cart jolted<br />
away, with Ma Hla May sitting beside her two wicker baskets, straight-backed and sullen, and<br />
nursing a kitten on her knees. It was only two months since he had given her the kitten as a present.<br />
Ko S’la, who had long wished for Ma Hla May’s removal, was not altogether pleased now that it<br />
had happened. He was even less pleased when he saw his master going to church–or as he called it,<br />
to the ‘English pagoda’–for Flory was still in Kyauktada on the Sunday of the padre’s arrival, and he<br />
went to church with the others. There was a congregation of twelve, including Mr Francis, Mr Samuel<br />
and six native Christians, with Mrs Lackersteen playing ‘Abide with Me’ on the tiny harmonium with<br />
one game pedal. It was the first time in ten years that Flory had been to church, except to funerals. Ko