The Covenant Part 12

'Item: Rice imported from Java must not be fed to any slaves acquired from Angola, but only to those who became accustomed to it while living in Malacca.'

On and on went the instructions: the blacksmith could shoe the gardener's horse only if the latter was to be used on Compagnie business; the sick-comforter is encouraged to conduct wors.h.i.+p on Sundays, but he must never again preach from his own notes; he must restrict himself to reading sermons already delivered by properly ordained predikants in Holland; the wife, Sibilla van der Lex, must not wear sumptuary finery; there must be no loud singing after eight in the evening and none at all on Sunday; and the names of the four visiting sailors who were caught dancing with slaves last New Year's, everyone naked, must be sent with Commissioner van Doorn to the authorities in Java, where they are to be punished for immorality, if they can be found.

'You must stamp out the frivolous,' Van Doorn said, and only then did he ask, 'Is my brother working well?'

'We have him at the vineyard.'

'You said the vines were poor.'

'They are, Mijnheer, but through no fault of his. They reached us in poor condition. They were packed in Germany. Improperly.'

'The ones I bring are from France,' Van Doorn said sternly. 'I can a.s.sure you they've been properly packed.' Then, actually smiling at Van Riebeeck, he said, 'I should like to see my brother. Don't say anything about it, but I bring a surprise.'

Willem had been waiting patiently outside the door, a man of thirty-three sitting with his hands folded like a refractory schoolboy. 'Commander wants you,' a servant said, and Willem jumped from his bench, nodded as if the servant possessed great authority, and entered the office. His brother looked resplendent.

'How are you, Willem?'

'I'm very glad to be here. Very glad to see you, Karel.'

'I'm commissioner now. In Java, I'm to be the a.s.sistant.'

'Mother?'

'She's fine, we understand. I want you to meet my wife,' he said, and as he spoke a look of either compa.s.sion or amus.e.m.e.nt crept across his countenance and he reached out to take his brother's arm.

They went to a part of the fort which had been specially cleaned and provisioned for meetings during the visit. It was made of fine brick, recently kilned in the colony, with a floor pounded flat and polished with liquid cow manure that had hardened to a high and pleasing gloss. It contained five pieces of handsome dark mahogany furniture carved in Mauritius by a Malayan slave: a table, three chairs and an imposing clothes cupboard that covered much of one wall. Seated on one of the chairs was the n.o.ble lady Willem had seen coming ash.o.r.e some hours before.

'This is your sister, Kornelia,' Karel said, and the woman nodded, refraining from extending her hand.

She did, however, smile in the cryptic way that Karel had smiled only a few moments earlier. 'And this,' Karel continued, 'is Dr. Grotius, who is to conduct the marriages and baptisms.' He was a fearsome man, fifty years old, angular and with a heavy touch of righteousness. He wore black except for a white collar of enormous dimension and greeted everyone who approached him with a bleak nod softened by no change of expression.

'Dr. Grotius has been sent to vitalize religious observances in Batavia,' Karel explained, whereupon the predikant looked directly at Willem and bowed again, as if including him among the persons to be vitalized.

The marriage which Dr. Grotius performed occasioned no difficulty, once he was satisfied that the slave girl who was marrying Leopold van Valck understood the Christian catechism and was willing to abjure the heathenism of Islam, but when it came to baptizing the children, a real confrontation arose, and Commissioner van Doorn was vouchsafed a new perspective on Van Riebeeck, who up to now had been so obsequious.

Baptism of the children who were clearly white presented no problem; their parents acknowledged Jesus Christ and the veracity of the Dutch Netherlands church, but when the slave girl Deborah, with ho husband, offered her dark-skinned son Adam, Dr. Grotius sternly rebuked her, saying, 'Children born out of wedlock can in no way be baptized. It insults the holiness of the Sacrament.'

At this point Kornelia, a self-centered woman, lost interest in theological disputation and demanded to be taken back to the s.h.i.+p. As soon as she was gone Van Riebeeck resumed defending his position: 'Dominie, we live at the edge of a wilderness. A lonely few. After six years we have but one hundred and sixty-six. Nine women only. We need these slave children. Please, do baptize them.'

'The traditions of the Bible,' thundered Grotius, 'are not to be ignored simply because the place is a wilderness. Here more than in a civilized city must the rules be followed, lest we fall into contamination.' He refused to budge, and the ceremony broke up in confusion.

Five partic.i.p.ants reacted in five sharply different ways. Dr. Grotius stormed back to the s.h.i.+p, unwilling to stay in the fort where such profanations took place. Deborah showed no concern whatever, her grave, placid face untroubled by the storm she had caused; it had not been her idea to baptize her son; Willem had insisted upon that, coming to her secretly when news of the ceremony became known. Willem was distraught and briefly considered disclosing the fact that the child was his, and that it was he who was insisting upon the baptism. Jan van Riebeeck was just as adamant as Dr. Grotius, except that he was determined that the slave children be baptized for the good of his little settlement. And Commissioner van Doorn, who sensed that sooner or later he would be called upon to break this deadlock, was morally agitated. Quite simply, he was eager to do the right thing. He wanted to be a good Christian patriarch, and when the others were gone, he prayed.

At supper that night Van Riebeeck and Willem discussed with him what ought to be done about the baptism, and Van Riebeeck made a strong plea that his request be honored: 'We are a Compagnie, Mijnheer van Doorn, not a church. You and I are to determine what happens at the Cape, not some predikant. In Java, as you know . ..' Whenever a Dutchman said this magical word he lingered over it: Yaaaa-wa, as if it possessed arcane powers. Whatever had been done in Yaaaa-wa was apt to be right. 'In Java, as you know, we baptized the children of slaves and raised them as good Christians. They helped us run the Compagnie.'

'I would not want to contradict a doctor of theology'

'You must!' Van Riebeeck thundered. He suddenly seemed taller.

'If he wrote back to Amsterdam that we had profaned the Bible'

Van Riebeeck pounded the table. 'The Bible says . . .'

And it was these words that sent the three men to Willem's hut to consult the Bible he had rescued from the Haerlem. Haerlem. Unclasping the bra.s.s fittings, he laid back the heavy cover and offered the book to his brother, who turned the pages reverently, probing those n.o.ble pa.s.sages in which Abraham had laid down the laws for his people living in a new land, just as the Van Doorns and Van Riebeecks had to establish principles for their followers in this vast new territory. What was the right thing to do? Unclasping the bra.s.s fittings, he laid back the heavy cover and offered the book to his brother, who turned the pages reverently, probing those n.o.ble pa.s.sages in which Abraham had laid down the laws for his people living in a new land, just as the Van Doorns and Van Riebeecks had to establish principles for their followers in this vast new territory. What was the right thing to do?

By candlelight they searched the pa.s.sages, but found no guidance. Karel, accountable for healing this breach, was reluctant to surrender the Bible. Again and again he turned the pages, reading occasionally some pa.s.sage that seemed to relate to their presence in the wilderness, then rejecting it. In the end he found nothing. They were adrift.

'Could we pray?' he asked, and the three knelt on the earthen floor, their somber faces illuminated by the candlelight as Karel pleaded for divine guidance. G.o.d had led the Israelites through such dark periods and He would lead the Dutchmen. But guidance did not come.

Then Willem, vaguely remembering pa.s.sages in which Abraham faced difficult decisions, looked with real intensity through the chapters of Genesis, and after a while came upon those pa.s.sages in which G.o.d Himself, not Abraham, instructed sojourners in the steps they must take to preserve their ident.i.ty while in a strange land: This is my covenant, which ye shall keep, between me and you and thy seed after thee; Every man child among you shall be circ.u.mcised ... He that is born in thy house, and he that is bought with thy money, must needs be circ.u.mcised . . .

And Abraham took ... all that were born in his house, and all that were bought with his money, every male among the men of Abraham's house; and circ.u.mcised the flesh of their foreskin in the selfsame day, as G.o.d had said unto him.

'It's what we sought!' Willem cried, and in the flickering light the two men responsible for this tiny settlement peered over his shoulder to find justification for whatever they might have to propose. Van Riebeeck was delighted: 'It's quite plain. Their covenant was circ.u.mcision, and G.o.d ordered the slaves to be circ.u.mcised. Our covenant is baptism, and He orders our slaves to be baptized.' He was so relieved that he cried, 'Commissioner, we must go to the s.h.i.+p at once, and have Dr. Grotius baptize the children,' and when Van Doorn protested at the lateness of the hour, Van Riebeeck jabbed his finger at the Bible and cried, 'Did not G.o.d command that it be done that selfsame day?'

Carefully Karel studied the Bible, and when he read the words in the selfsame day in the selfsame day he knew he was obligated to have these children baptized before midnight. 'I think we should give thanks for G.o.d's guidance,' he said, and the three men knelt once more. he knew he was obligated to have these children baptized before midnight. 'I think we should give thanks for G.o.d's guidance,' he said, and the three men knelt once more.

Bearing lanterns against the night, they carried their Bible to the waterfront, aroused the boatmen, and made their way to the Groote Hoorn, Groote Hoorn, where they summoned Dr. Grotius. 'Dominie,' Karel cried when the predikant appeared in his nightgown, 'G.o.d has spoken!' And they spread the text before him. where they summoned Dr. Grotius. 'Dominie,' Karel cried when the predikant appeared in his nightgown, 'G.o.d has spoken!' And they spread the text before him.

For a long time Dr. Grotius studied the pa.s.sages, reflecting upon them. Finally he turned to his visitors and said, 'Mijnheeren, I was wrong. Can we pray?' So for the third time they knelt, while Dr. Grotius, his hands firmly on the Bible, thanked G.o.d for His intervention and begged for continued guidance. But Willem noticed that the doctor was lingering over every item of his conversion, so that when Commander van Riebeeck suggested that he return to sh.o.r.e for the infants, so that they could be baptized within the day, Dr. Grotius said, almost triumphantly, 'That day is now pa.s.sed. We shall perform the office before this day ends.'

With that he closed the Bible, but as he did so, a corner of the cloth upon which it had been resting caught in the leaves, and he fingered the pages to set the cloth loose, and this led him to reopen the book to the page on which Willem had inscribed the birth-facts of his first-born: 'Son Adam van Doorn born 1 November 1655.'

'Have you a son?' Dr. Grotius asked.

'Yes,' Willem said frankly.

'But. . .' There was a painful silence, after which the predikant asked, 'Wasn't the dark child to be baptized named Adam?'

'He is my son.'

The awfulness of this admission, that the brother of a distinguished merchant who was serving as commissioner for the Lords XVII should have been consorting with a pagan slave girl, struck Dr. Grotius and Karel dumb. Twice the former tried to form words of condemnation: 'You . . . you . . .' But he could think of no d.a.m.nation proper for the crime. He had never served in the East and had little comprehension of the anxieties and hunger Dutchmen could feel. Karel, however, did know Java and the miseries that could ensue when men of promise married with native women . . .

'Oh, my G.o.d!' he cried suddenly. Looking at Dr. Grotius with shock, he indicated with his shoulder another cabin and cried, 'She's in there.'

'Oh, goodness!'

Whipping about, Karel jutted his face into his brother's and asked, 'Are you married?'

'I wanted to'

'I wouldn't permit it,' Van Riebeeck said.

With fervor Karel clasped the commander's hands and cried, 'You were so prudent.'

'But Deborah' Willem began. Karel brushed him aside and said petulantly, 'I wanted this to be a surprise.' With grandiloquent gestures he pointed to his right: 'Your future wife is in there, asleep ... waiting to meet you in the morning.'

'My wife?'

'Yes. My wife's cousin. A girl of fine family, come all the way from Amsterdam.' And on the spur of that moment Karel rushed from the little cabin, ran down the hallway, and banged on a door: 'Katje! Come out!'

Katje, whoever she was, did not appear, but Kornelia did, tall and formidable in her night clothes. 'What's this noise?'

'Go back to bed!' Karel pushed her roughly away from the door. 'I want Katje.' And in a few moments came the girlshort, ill-favored when sleep was upon her, with frizzled hair and red face.

'What is it?' she asked peevishly.

'You're to meet Willem.'

'Not like this,' Kornelia said from the rear.

'Come!' Karel cried, agitated beyond control. And he jerked the protesting girl down the pa.s.sageway and into the predikant's cabin, where with red eyes and sniffling nose she met her intended husband: 'Willem van Doorn, this is your bride, Katje Danckaerts.'

She was a country girl, a daughter of the poor Danckaerts, but a full cousin of Kornelia's and thus someone to be cared for. A year ago when Kornelia had asked, 'Whatever will we do with Katje?' her husband had said impulsively, 'We'll take her with us to the Cape. Willem needs a wife.'

So it had been arranged, and now the ungainly girl, twenty-five years old, stood in the cramped room where so many others were crowded and mistook Van Riebeeck as her betrothed, but when she moved toward him, Karel said sharply, 'Not him. This one!' and even the predikant had to laugh.

At this moment Kornelia appeared, wrapped in a coat and demanding to know what was happening. 'Go back to your room!' Karel thundered, hoping to prevent his wife from learning about the scandal, but she had been ordered about enough and elbowed her way to Katje's side.

'What are they doing to you, Katje?' she asked softly.

'I'm meeting Willem,' the girl whined.

Kornelia surveyed the men and realized immediately that they were making a botch of whatever it was they were trying to accomplish. Willem looked especially inept, so she said gently, 'Well, if you're meeting your husband, let's meet him properly,' and she pushed her cousin forward. Willem stepped up awkwardly to greet Katje, but she held back, and it was prophetic that the second utterance he heard her speak was also a complaint: 'I don't want to get married.'

She had barely finished this sentence when she felt Kornelia's firm hand in the middle of her back, giving her such a sharp push forward that she fairly leaped into Willem's arms. In that brief moment he looked at her and thought: How different from Deborah. But as he caught her he felt her womanliness and knew that he would be responsible for the years of her life. 'I'll be a good husband,' he said.

'I should think so,' Karel muttered, and then sensible Kornelia, who had acquired confidence from a.s.sociating with the best families of Amsterdam, said forcefully, 'Now I demand to know what you men have been doing,' and Dr. Grotius, realizing that further dissembling was fruitless, directed her attention to the revealing entry in the Bible. She read it carefully, looked up at Willem, smiled, then read it again. Summoning Katje to her side, she showed her cousin the damaging news, then said quietly, 'It seems your husband has had another wife. But that hardly signifies.'

'She's pregnant again,' Willem blurted out.

'Oh, Jesus!' Karel moaned, whereupon Dr. Grotius reprimanded him. 'Neither does that signify,' Kornelia said.

'He's not really married to the slave girl,' Van Riebeeck said rea.s.suringly, and Karel added, 'But they shall be married now.' When everyone turned to stare at him, he added lamely, 'I mean Willem and Katje.'

'They certainly shall,' Kornelia said, and it was she who proposed that the marriage ceremony take place right now, at one in the morning. But the predikant objected that it would be illegal to solemnize any marriage until banns had been read three times, at which Kornelia said, 'Read them.' So Karel rattled off the rubric, repeating it twice: 'Katje Danckaerts spinster Amsterdam and Willem van Doorn bachelor Batavia.'

'Cape,' Willem corrected.

'Marry them,' Karel snarled at the predikant, so the Bible was opened, with three witnesses to verify the sanct.i.ty of the rite about to be performed. In flickering light, while Katje and Willem kept their hands upon the open pages, the glowing phrases of the sacrament were intoned.

When the ceremony ended, Willem startled everyone by demanding a pen, and when it was provided, he turned to the page which had given such offense, and in the little s.p.a.ces decorated with cupids and tulips where weddings were to be inscribed he wrote: 'Katje Danckaerts, Amsterdam. Willem van Doorn, Kaapstad, 21 December 1658.'

Through the mysterious system of communication that always existed in a frontier area like the Cape, the Hottentots learned that an Honorable Commissioner had arrived to adjudicate matters, and that he was older brother to the man who tended the vineyard. The news was of little significance to most of the brown men, but to Jack it was momentous, for it meant that he could pursue his major objective with someone capable of accepting it. Accordingly, he took his sailor's clothes from the bark-box in which he kept them, dusted off the heavy shoes he had made from cowhide, put on his wide-brimmed hat, and with a heavy stave cut from a stinkwood tree came westward to the fort.

On the parapet a lookout turned at intervals, scanning the land for signs of any trouble from the Hottentots, and the sea for the English or Portuguese s.h.i.+ps that might some day attempt to capture the little Dutch settlement. Since the fort itself now contained only ninety-five men of fighting age, plus nine women and eleven children and the slaves, it was unlikely that any enemy from Europe could be repelled by them and the fifty-one free burghers, but a lookout was maintained nevertheless, and now he spotted Jack coming through the dust.

'Hottentot!'

Commander van Riebeeck ran to the wall and quickly saw that it was his old nemesis Jack, shuffling in with some new chicanery. 'Call the commissioner,' he instructed his orderly, and when Karel was rowed ash.o.r.e and saw the newcomer, he cried, to Van Riebeeck's irritation, 'That's Jack!'

'How do you know him?'

'We were together in Java.' And he hurried out to meet the little fellow.

They did not embrace, Karel was too studious of his position for that, but they did greet each other with unmistakable warmth. 'I'm to be in charge at Java,' Karel said.

'Cinnamon, nutmeg, tin, cloves,' Jack recited, evoking the days when he had known the Van Doorn brothers at the Compagnie warehouses.

'All that and more,' Karel said proudly.

Blowing out his breath, Jack asked, 'You got any cloves?'

'No,' Karel said with a thin laugh. Together they walked to the fort, where Jack asked, 'Willem, he here too?' When the younger Van Doorn was sent for, with Van Riebeeck in attendance, Jack repeated the proposal he had made many years before.

'Time that you men, Hottentots work together.'

'Fine,' Karel said, sitting stiffly in his big chair. 'If you trade us cattle, we'll'

'Not that,' Jack said. 'We need our cattle.' He was speaking English with a heavy Portuguese overlay and occasional Dutch words acquired latelythat grand melange which was on its way to becoming a unique languagebut everyone in the room understood him and was able to respond in the same vernacular.

'What, then?' Karel asked.

'I mean, we come here. Live with you. Have pasture here, huts, run your cattle, our cattle.'

Willem broke in: 'n.o.body tends cattle better than a Hottentot.'

With considerable disdain Karel stared at his brother. 'Live here? You mean . . . Hottentots living in this fort?'

'They learn trades very rapidly, Karel. Those who become carpenters might live in the fort, or bakers, or shoemakers. Look, he made his own shoes.'

With disdain Karel looked at the shoes, big, misshapen affairs, and they epitomized his view of the Hottentot: capable of mimicking a few outward traces of civilization, but worthy of no serious consideration. He was dismayed at the way the meeting had turned, and without ever addressing himself seriously to Jack's proposal, he returned to the problem of the runaway slaves.

'What you can do for us is organize your people for tracking down our runaways. We'll give you weights of metal for every slave you bring back.'

Jack thought, but did not say: When we hunt, we hunt animals, not men. We're shepherds and cattlemen, and we could help you so much.

'As to the possibility of your moving into the vicinity of the fort,' Karel said with a deprecatory laugh, 'I fear that will never happen.'

'Commander . . .'

'He's the commander,' Karel said, indicating Van Riebeeck. 'I'm the commissioner.'

'Commissioner, sir. You white men need us. Not today maybe. Not tomorrow. But the time comes, you need us.'

'We need you now,' Karel said with a certain generosity. 'We need your help with the slaves. We need your cattle.'

'You need us, Commissioner. To live with you. To do many things.'