Power of the Sword - Smith Wilbur. Страница 94

Smuts was offering him what he had always wanted, a place in the cabinet.

I don't understand, Ou Baas. Why should Hertzog be prepared to negotiate with us now? He knows that he has lost the confidence of the nation and that his own party is becoming unmanageable. His cabinet has become arrogant, if not downright lawless. It is engaging in discretionary rule. Yes, yes, Ou Baas. But surely this is our opportunity!

Look to this last month alone, look to the by-election at Germiston and the results of the Transvaal provincial elections. We won both decisively. If we can force a general election now, we will win. We don't have to form a coalition with the Nationalists. We could win as the South Africa Party on our own terms. The old general was silent for a few moments, his grey beard sunk into his chest and his expression grave. You may be right, Blaine. We might win now, but not on our own showing. The vote would go against Hertzog, not for us. A party victory now would be barren and sterile. We could not justify forcing a general election for the national welfare. It would be party political profiteering and I want no part of that. Blaine could not reply. Suddenly he felt humbled to be in the confidence of such a man. A man so truly great and good that he would unhesitatingly turn his back on the opportunity to profit from his country's agony.

These are desperate times, Blaine. Smuts was speaking softly. 'Storm clouds are gathering all around us. We need a united people. We need a strong coalition cabinet, not a parliament split by party differences. Our economy is tottering on the brink, the gold-mining industry is in jeopardy.

At present costs, many of the older mines are already closing down. others will follow, and when they do it will mean the end of the South Africa that we know and love. In addition to that, the prices of wool and diamonds, our other major exports, have crashed. Blaine nodded soberly. All these factors were the basis of nationwide concern.

I don't have to emphasize the findings of the Wage Commission, Smuts went on. One fifth of our white population has been plunged by drought and primitive farming methods into abject poverty, twenty percent of our productive lands have been ruined by erosion and abuse, probably permanently., The poor whites, Blaine murmured, a great mass of itinerant beggars and starvelings, unemployed and untrained, without skills, without hope. Then we have our blacks, split by twenty tribal divisions, flocking in from the rural districts in search of the good life, die lekkerlewe, and swelling the ranks of the unemployed, finding instead of the good life, crime and illicit liquor and prostitution, building up a pervading discontent, conceiving a fine contempt for our laws and discovering for the first time the sweet attractions of political power. That is a problem we haven't even begun to address or attempt to understand, Blaine agreed. Let us pray our children and our grandchildren do not curse us for our neglect. Let us pray, indeed, Smuts echoed. And while we do so, let us look beyond our own borders for a moment, to the chaos which engulfs the rest of the world. He stabbed at the earth with his cane to mark each point as he made it.

In America the system of credit has collapsed and trade with Europe and the rest of the world has come to a standstill. Armies of the poor and dispossessed roam aimlessly across the continent. He stabbed the point of the cane into the turf. In Germany the Weimar Republic is collapsing after ruining the economy. One hundred and fifty billion Weimar marks to one of the old gold marks, wiping out the nation's savings. Now from the ashes has risen a new dictatorship, founded in blood and violence, which has upon it the stench of immense evil. He struck the earth again, angrily. In Russia a ravening monster is murdering millions of his own countrymen. Japan is in the throes of anarchy.

The military have run riot cutting down the nation's elected rulers, seizing Manchuria and slaughtering the unfortunate inhabitants by the hundreds of thousands, threatening to walk out of the League of Nations when the rest of the world protests. Once again the cane hissed as he slashed at the lush Kikuyu grass. There has been a run on the Bank of England, Great Britain forced off the Gold Standard, and from the vault of history the ancient curse of anti-Semitism has escaped once more and stalks the civilized world. Smuts stopped and faced Blaine squarely. Everywhere we turn there is disaster and mortal danger. I will not attempt to profit from it and in so doing divide this suffering land. No, Blaine, coalition and cooperation, not conflict. How did it all go wrong so swiftly, Ou Baas? Blaine asked softly. It seems just yesterday that we were prosperous and happy. In South Africa a man can be filled with hope at dawn and sick with despair by noon. Smuts was silent for a moment, and then he roused himself.

I need you, Blaine. Do you want time to think about it? Blaine shook his head. No need. You can count on me, Ou Baas. I knew I could. Blaine looked beyond him to where Centaine sat under the oaks and tried to hide his jubilation and to suppress the sense of shame that underlaid it, shame that unlike this saintly little man before him he was to profit from the agony of his country and the civilized world, shame that only now, out of despair and hardship, he would achieve his cherished ambition of cabinet rank. Added to that he would be returning to the Cape, coming in from the desert lands to this lush and beautiful place, coming in to where Centaine Courtney was.

Then his gaze flicked to the thin pale woman in the wheelchair, her beauty fading under the onslaught of pain and drugs, and his guilt and shame balanced almost perfectly his jubilation.

But Smuts was speaking again.

I will be staying on here as a guest at Weltevreden for the JT; next four days, Blaine. Sir Garry has bullied me into agreeing to allow him to write my biography and I will be working with him on the first draft. At the same time I will be conducting a series of secret meetings with Barry Hertzog It to agree the final details of the coalition. This is an ideal place for us to talk and I would be obliged if you could keep, yourself available. I will almost certainly be calling upon you!

of course. With an effort Blaine set his own emotions aside. I will be here as long as you need me. Do you want me to submit my resignation to the administrator's office? Draft the letter, Smuts agreed. I will explain your reasons to Hertzog and you can hand it to him in person. Blaine glanced at his watch and the old general said quickly, Yes, you will have to prepare for your match. This frivolity in the midst of such dire events is rather like fiddling while Rome burns, but one must keep up appearances.

I have even agreed to present the prizes. Centaine Courtney is a persuasive lady. So I hope we will meet later, at the prize-giving when I hand you the cup. It was a close thing, but the Cape A! team, led by Blaine Malcomess, held off the most determined efforts of the Transvaal A! in the final match of the tournament to win by three goals. Immediately afterwards all the teams gathered at the foot of the grandstand where the array of silver cups was set out on the prize table but there was an awkward pause in the proceedings. One team was missing: the junior champions.

Where is Shasa? Centaine demanded in a low but furious voice of Cyril Slaine, who was the tournament organizer.

He flapped his hands and looked helpless. He promised me he would be here. If this is his surprise, With an effort Centaine hid her anger behind a gracious smile for the benefit of her interested guests. Well, that is it. We begin without them. She took her place on the front tier of the stand beside the general and held up both hands for attention.

General Smuts, ladies and gentlemen, honoured guests and dear friends. She faltered and looked around uncertainly, her voice overlaid by the drone in the air, a sound that rose steadily in volume, becoming a roar, and every face in the crowd was lifted to the sky, searching, some puzzled, others amused or uneasy. Then suddenly over the oaks at the far end of the polo field flashed the wings of a low-flying aircraft.