Coal-dust G OING HOME from school in the afternoon, the Brangwen girls descended the hill between the picturesque cottages of Willey Green till they came to the railway crossing.There they found the gate shut, because the colliery train was rumbling nearer.They could hear the small locomotive panting hoarsely as it advanced with caution between the embankments.
The one-legged man in the little signal-hut by the road stared out from his security, like a crab from a snail-shell.
Whilst the two girls waited, Gerald Crich trotted up on a red Arab mare.
He rode well and softly, pleased with the delicate quivering of the creature between his knees.And he was very picturesque, at least in Gudrun's eyes, sitting soft and close on the slender red mare, whose long tail flowed on the air.He saluted the two girls, and drew up at the crossing to wait for the gate, looking down the railway for the approaching train.In spite of her ironic smile at his picturesqueness, Gudrun liked to look at him.
He was well-set and easy, his face with its warm tan showed up his whitish, coarse moustache, and his blue eyes were full of sharp light as he watched the distance.
The locomotive chuffed slowly between the banks, hidden.The mare did not like it.She began to wince away, as if hurt by the unknown noise.
But Gerald pulled her back and held her head to the gate.The sharp blasts of the chuffing engine broke with more and more force on her.The repeated sharp blows of unknown, terrifying noise struck through her till she was rocking with terror.She recoiled like a spring let go.But a glistening, half-smiling look came into Gerald's face.He brought her back again, inevitably.
The noise was released, the little locomotive with her clanking steel connecting-rod emerged on the highroad, clanking sharply.The mare rebounded like a drop of water from hot iron.Ursula and Gudrun pressed back into the hedge, in fear.But Gerald was heavy on the mare, and forced her back.
It seemed as if he sank into her magnetically, and could thrust her back against herself.
`The fool!' cried Ursula loudly.`Why doesn't he ride away till it's gone by?'
Gudrun was looking at him with black-dilated, spellbound eyes.But he sat glistening and obstinate, forcing the wheeling mare, which spun and swerved like a wind, and yet could not get out of the grasp of his will, nor escape from the mad clamour of terror that resounded through her, as the trucks thumped slowly, heavily, horrifying, one after the other, one pursuing the other, over the rails of the crossing.
The locomotive, as if wanting to see what could be done, put on the brakes, and back came the trucks rebounding on the iron buffers, striking like horrible cymbals, clashing nearer and nearer in frightful strident concussions.The mare opened her mouth and rose slowly, as if lifted up on a wind of terror.Then suddenly her fore feet struck out, as she convulsed herself utterly away from the horror.Back she went, and the two girls clung to each other, feeling she must fall backwards on top of him.But he leaned forward, his face shining with fixed amusement, and at last he brought her down, sank her down, and was bearing her back to the mark.
But as strong as the pressure of his compulsion was the repulsion of her utter terror, throwing her back away from the railway, so that she spun round and round, on two legs, as if she were in the centre of some whirlwind.
It made Gudrun faint with poignant dizziness, which seemed to penetrate to her heart.
`No -- ! No -- ! Let her go! Let her go, you fool, you fool --!' cried Ursula at the top of her voice, completely outside herself.And Gudrun hated her bitterly for being outside herself.It was unendurable that Ursula's voice was so powerful and naked.
A sharpened look came on Gerald's face.He bit himself down on the mare like a keen edge biting home, and forced her round.She roared as she breathed, her nostrils were two wide, hot holes, her mouth was apart, her eyes frenzied.It was a repulsive sight.But he held on her unrelaxed, with an almost mechanical relentlessness, keen as a sword pressing in to her.Both man and horse were sweating with violence.Yet he seemed calm as a ray of cold sunshine.
Meanwhile the eternal trucks were rumbling on, very slowly, treading one after the other, one after the other, like a disgusting dream that has no end.The connecting chains were grinding and squeaking as the tension varied, the mare pawed and struck away mechanically now, her terror fulfilled in her, for now the man encompassed her; her paws were blind and pathetic as she beat the air, the man closed round her, and brought her down, almost as if she were part of his own physique.
`And she's bleeding! She's bleeding!' cried Ursula, frantic with opposition and hatred of Gerald.She alone understood him perfectly, in pure opposition.
Gudrun looked and saw the trickles of blood on the sides of the mare, and she turned white.And then on the very wound the bright spurs came down, pressing relentlessly.The world reeled and passed into nothingness for Gudrun, she could not know any more.
When she recovered, her soul was calm and cold, without feeling.The trucks were still rumbling by, and the man and the mare were still fighting.
But she herself was cold and separate, she had no more feeling for them.
She was quite hard and cold and indifferent.
They could see the top of the hooded guard's-van approaching, the sound of the trucks was diminishing, there was hope of relief from the intolerable noise.The heavy panting of the half-stunned mare sounded automatically, the man seemed to be relaxing confidently, his will bright and unstained.
The guard's-van came up, and passed slowly, the guard staring out in his transition on the spectacle in the road.And, through the man in the closed wagon, Gudrun could see the whole scene spectacularly, isolated and momentary, like a vision isolated in eternity.
Lovely, grateful silence seemed to trail behind the receding train.
