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I nodded and shook his hand. Pavlo got to his feet and I patted his head.
When I reached the top of the valley I looked back. They were both standing side by side. The man waved briefly and Pavlo, swaying on his hind legs, had his muzzle in the air, questing after me with his nose. I liked to feel it was a gesture of farewell.
I walked slowly home thinking about the man and his talking head and the wonderful Pavlo. Would it be possible, I wondered, for me to get a bear cub from somewhere and rear it? Perhaps if I advertised in a newspaper in Athens it might bring results.
The family were in the drawing-room having tea and I decided to put my problem to them. As I entered the room, however, a startling change came over what had been a placid scene. Margo uttered a piercing scream, Larry dropped a cup full of tea into his lap and then leaped up and took refuge behind the table, while Leslie picked up a chair and Mother gaped at me with a look of horror on her face. I had never known my presence to provoke quite such a positive reaction on the part of the family.
'Get it out of here,' roared Larry.
'Yes, get the b.l.o.o.d.y thing out,' said Leslie.
'It'll kill us all!' screamed Margo.
'Get a gun,' said Mother faintly. 'Get a gun and save Gerry.'
I couldn't, for the life of me, think what was the matter with them. They were all staring at something behind me. I turned and looked and there, standing in the doorway, sniffing hopefully towards the tea-table, was Pavlo. I went up to him and caught hold of his muzzle. He nuzzled at me affectionately. I explained to the family that it was only Pavlo.
'I am not having having it,' said Larry throatily. 'I am not it,' said Larry throatily. 'I am not having having it. Birds and dogs and hedgehogs all over the house and now a bear. What does he think this is, for Christ's sake? A b.l.o.o.d.y Roman arena?' it. Birds and dogs and hedgehogs all over the house and now a bear. What does he think this is, for Christ's sake? A b.l.o.o.d.y Roman arena?'
'Gerry, dear, do be careful,' said Mother quaveringly. 'It looks rather fierce.'
'It will kill us all,' quavered Margo with conviction.
'I can't get past it to get to my guns,' said Leslie.
'You are not not going to have it. I forbid it,' said Larry. 'I will going to have it. I forbid it,' said Larry. 'I will not not have the place turned into a bear pit.' have the place turned into a bear pit.'
'Where did you get it, dear?' asked Mother.
'I don't care where where he got it,' said Larry. 'He's to take it back this instant, quickly, before it rips us to pieces. The boy's got no sense of responsibility. I am not going to be turned into an early Christian martyr at my time of life.' he got it,' said Larry. 'He's to take it back this instant, quickly, before it rips us to pieces. The boy's got no sense of responsibility. I am not going to be turned into an early Christian martyr at my time of life.'
Pavlo got up on his hind legs and uttered a long wheezing moan which I took to mean that he desired to join us in partaking of whatever delicacies there were on the tea-table. The family interpreted it differently.
'Ow!' screeched Margo, as though she had been bitten. 'It's attacking.'
'Gerry, do do be careful,' said Mother. be careful,' said Mother.
'I'll not be responsible for what I do to that boy,' said Larry.
'If you survive,' said Leslie. 'Do shut up, Margo, you're only making matters worse. You'll provoke the b.l.o.o.d.y thing.'
'I can scream if I want to,' said Margo indignantly.
So raucous in their fear were the family that they had not given me a chance to explain. Now I attempted to. I said that, first of all, Pavlo was not mine, and secondly, he was as tame as a dog and would not hurt a fly.
'Two statements I refuse to believe,' said Larry. 'You pinched it from some flaming circus. Not only are we to be disembowelled, but arrested for harbouring stolen goods as well.'
'Now, now, dear,' said Mother, 'let Gerry explain.'
'Explain?' said Larry. 'Explain? How do you explain a b.l.o.o.d.y great bear in the drawing-room?'
I said that the bear belonged to a gypsy who had a talking head.
'What do you mean, a talking head?' asked Margo.
I said that it was a disembodied head that talked.
'The boy's mad,' said Larry with conviction. 'The sooner we have him certified the better.'
The family had now all backed away to the farthest corner of the room in a trembling group. I said, indignantly, that my story was perfectly true and that, to prove it, I'd make Pavlo dance. I seized a piece of cake from the table, hooked my finger into the ring on his muzzle, and uttered the same commands as his master had done. His eyes fixed greedily on the cake, Pavlo roared up and danced with me.
'Oo, look!' said Margo. 'Look! It's dancing!'
'I don't care if it's behaving like a whole corps de ballet corps de ballet,' said Larry. 'I want the d.a.m.n thing out of here.'
I shovelled the cake in through Pavlo's muzzle and he sucked it down greedily.
'He really is rather sweet,' said Mother, adjusting her spectacles and staring at him with interest. 'I remember my brother had a bear in India once. She was a very nice pet.'
'No!' said Larry and Leslie simultaneously. 'He's not having it.'
I said I could not have it anyway, because the man did not want to sell it.
'A jolly good thing, too,' said Larry.
'Why don't you now return it to him, if you have quite finished doing a cabaret act all over the tea-table?'
Getting another slice of cake as a bribe, I hooked my finger once more in the ring on Pavlo's muzzle and led him out of the house. Half-way back to the olive grove, I met the distraught owner.
'There he is! There he is! The wicked one. I couldn't think where he had got to. He never leaves my side normally, that's why I don't keep him tied up. He must have taken a great fancy to you.'
Honesty made me admit that I thought the only reason Pavlo had followed me was because he viewed me in the light of a purveyor of chocolates.
'Phew!' said the man. 'It is a relief to me. I thought he might have gone down to the village and that would have got me into trouble with the police.'
Reluctantly, I handed Pavlo over to his owner and watched them make their way back to their camp under the trees. And then, in some trepidation, I went back to face the family. Although it had not been my fault that Pavlo had followed me, I'm afraid that my activities in the past stood against me, and the family took a lot of convincing that, on this occasion, the guilt was not mine.
The following morning, my head still filled with thoughts of Pavlo, I dutifully went into town as I did every morning to the house of my tutor, Richard Kralefsky. Kralefsky was a little gnome of a man with a slightly humped back and great, earnest, amber eyes, who suffered from real tortures in his unsuccessful attempts to educate me. He had two most endearing qualities: one was a deep love for natural history (the whole attic of his house was devoted to an enormous variety of canaries and other birds); the other was the fact that, for at least a part of the time, he lived in a dream-world where he was always the hero. These adventures he would relate to me. He was inevitably accompanied in them by a heroine who was never named, but known simply as 'a lady'.
The first half of the morning was devoted to mathematics, and with my head full of thoughts of Pavlo, I proved to be even duller than usual, to the consternation of Kralefsky, who had hitherto been under the impression that he had plumbed the depths of my ignorance.
'My dear boy, you simply aren't concentrating this morning,' he said earnestly. 'You don't seem able to grasp the simplest fact. Perhaps you are a trifle overtired? We'll have a short rest from it, shall we?'
Kralefsky enjoyed these short rests as much as I did. He would potter about in the kitchen and bring back two cups of coffee and some biscuits, and we would sit companionably while he told me highly coloured stories of his imaginary adventures. But this particular morning he did not get a chance. As soon as we were sitting comfortably, sipping our coffee, I told him all about Pavlo and the man with the talking head and the bear.
'Quite extraordinary!' he said. 'Not the sort of thing one expects to find in an olive grove. It must have surprised you, I'll be bound.'
Then his eyes glazed and he fell into a reverie, staring at the ceiling, tipping his cup of coffee so that it slopped into the saucer. It was obvious that my interest in the bear had set off a train of thought in his mind. It had been several days since I had had an instalment of his memoirs, and so I waited eagerly to see what the result would be.
'When I was a young young man,' began Kralefsky, glancing at me earnestly to see whether I was listening, 'when I was a young man, I'm afraid I was a bit of a harum-scarum. Always getting into trouble, you know.' man,' began Kralefsky, glancing at me earnestly to see whether I was listening, 'when I was a young man, I'm afraid I was a bit of a harum-scarum. Always getting into trouble, you know.'
He chuckled reminiscently and brushed a few biscuit crumbs from his waistcoat. With his delicately manicured hands and his large, gentle eyes it was difficult to imagine him as a harum-scarum, but I tried dutifully.
'I thought at one time I would even join a circus circus,' he said, with the air of one confessing to infanticide. 'I remember a large circus came to the village where we were living and I attended every performance. Every single performance. I got to know the circus folk quite well, and they even taught me some of their tricks. They said I was excellent excellent on the trapeze.' He glanced at me, shyly, to see how I would take this. I nodded seriously, as though there were nothing ludicrous in the thought of Kralefsky, in a pair of spangled tights, on a trapeze. on the trapeze.' He glanced at me, shyly, to see how I would take this. I nodded seriously, as though there were nothing ludicrous in the thought of Kralefsky, in a pair of spangled tights, on a trapeze.
'Have another biscuit?' he inquired. 'Yes? That's the ticket! I think I'll have one, too.'
Munching my biscuit I waited patiently for him to resume.
'Well,' he continued, 'the week simply flew past and the evening came for the final performance. I wouldn't have missed it for the world. I was accompanied by a lady, a young friend of mine, who was desirous of seeing the performance. How she laughed at the clowns! And And admired the horses. She little knew of the horror that was soon to strike.' admired the horses. She little knew of the horror that was soon to strike.'
He took out his delicately scented handkerchief and patted his moist brow with it. He always tended to get a trifle overexcited as he reached the climax of a story.
'The final act,' he said, 'was the lion-tamer.' He paused so that the full portent of this statement could sink in. 'Five beasts he had. Huge Nubian lions with black manes, fresh from the jungle, so he told me. The lady and I were sitting in the front row where we could obtain the best possible view of the ring. You know the sort of cage affair that they put up in the ring for the lion act? Well, in the middle of the act, one of the sections, which had not been securely bolted, fell inwards. To our horror, we saw it fall on the lion-tamer, knocking him unconscious instantly.' He paused, took a nervous sip of coffee and then wiped his brow once more.
'What was to be done?' he inquired rhetorically. 'There were five huge, snarling lions and I had a lady by my side. My thoughts worked fast. If the lady was to be saved, there was only one thing I could think of. Seizing my walking-stick, I leaped into the ring and marched into the cage.'
I made just audible sounds, indicative of admiration.
'During the week when I had been visiting the circus, I had studied the lion-tamer's method with great care, and now I thanked my lucky stars for it. The snarling beasts on their pedestals towered over me, but I looked them straight in the eye. The human eye, you know, has great power over the animal world. Slowly, fixing them with a piercing gaze and pointing my walking-stick at them, I got them under control and drove them inch by inch out of the ring and back into their cage. A dreadful tragedy had been averted.'
I said that the lady must have been grateful to him.
'She was indeed. She was indeed,' said Kralefsky, pleased. 'She even went so far as to say that I gave a better performance than the lion-tamer himself.'
Had he, I wondered, during his circus days, ever had anything to do with dancing bears?
'All sorts of animals,' said Kralefsky lavishly. 'Elephants, seals, performing dogs, bears. They were all there.'
In that case, I said tentatively, would he not like to come and see the dancing bear. It was only just down the road, and although it was not exactly a circus, I felt it might interest him.
'By Jove, that's an idea,' said Kralefsky. He pulled his watch out of his waistcoat pocket and consulted it. 'Ten minutes, eh? It'll help blow the cobwebs away.'
He got his hat and stick and together we made our way eagerly through the narrow, crowded streets of the town, redolent with the smell of fruits and vegetables, drains, and freshly baked bread. By dint of questioning several small boys, we discovered where Pavlo's owner was holding his show. It was a large, dim barn at the back of a shop in the centre of town. On the way there I had borrowed some money from Kralefsky and purchased a bar of sticky nougat, for I felt I could not go to see Pavlo without taking him a present.
'Ah, Pavlo's friend! Welcome,' said the gypsy as we appeared in the doorway of the barn.
To my delight, Pavlo recognized me and came shuffling forward, uttering little grunts, and then reared up on his hind legs in front of me. Kralefsky backed away, rather hurriedly, I thought, for one of his circus training, and took a firmer grip on his stick.
'Do be careful, my boy,' he said.
I fed the nougat to Pavlo and when finally he had squelched the last sticky lump off his back teeth and swallowed it, he gave a contented sigh and lay down with his head between his paws.
'Do you want to see the Head?' asked the gypsy. He gestured towards the back of the barn where there was a plain deal table on which was a square box, apparently made out of cloth.
'Wait,' he said, 'and I'll light the candles.'
He had a dozen or so large candles soldered to the top of a box in their own wax, and these he now lit so they flickered and quivered and made the shadows dance. Then he went forward to the table and rapped on it with his bear stick.
'Head, are you ready?' he asked.
I waited with a delicate p.r.i.c.kle of apprehension in my spine. Then from the interior of the cloth box a clear treble voice said, 'Yes, I'm ready.'
The man lifted the cloth at one side of the box and I saw that the box was formed of slender lathes on which thin cloth had been loosely tacked. The box was about three feet square. In the centre of it was a small pedestal with a flattened top and on it, looking macabre in the flickering light of the candles, was the head of a seven-year-old boy.
'By Jove!' said Kralefsky in admiration. 'That is clever!'
What astonished me was that the head was alive alive. It was obviously the head of a young gypsy lad, made up rather crudely with black grease paint to look like a Negro. It stared at us and blinked its eyes.
'Are you ready to answer questions now?' asked the gypsy, looking, with obvious satisfaction, at the entranced Kralefsky. The Head licked its lips and then said, 'Yes, I am ready.'
'How old are you?' asked the gypsy.
'Over a thousand years old,' said the Head.
'Where do you come from?'
'I come from Africa and my name is Ngo.'
The gypsy droned on with his questions and the Head answered them, but I was not interested in that. What I wanted to know was how how the trick was done. When he first told me about the Head, I had expected something carved out of wood or plaster which, by ventriloquism, could be made to speak, but this was a living head perched on a little wooden pedestal, the circ.u.mference of a candle. I had no doubt that the Head was alive for its eyes wandered to and fro as it answered the questions automatically, and once, when Pavlo got up and shook himself, a look of apprehension came over its face. the trick was done. When he first told me about the Head, I had expected something carved out of wood or plaster which, by ventriloquism, could be made to speak, but this was a living head perched on a little wooden pedestal, the circ.u.mference of a candle. I had no doubt that the Head was alive for its eyes wandered to and fro as it answered the questions automatically, and once, when Pavlo got up and shook himself, a look of apprehension came over its face.
'There,' said the gypsy proudly when he had finished his questioning. 'I told you, didn't I? It's the most remarkable thing in the world.'
I asked him whether I could examine the whole thing more closely. I had suddenly remembered that Theodore had told me of a similar illusion which was created with the aid of mirrors. I did not see where it was possible to conceal the body that obviously belonged to the Head, but I felt that the table and the box needed investigation.
'Certainly,' said the gypsy, somewhat to my surprise. 'Here, take my stick. But all I ask is that you don't touch the Head itself.'
Carefully, with the aid of the stick, I poked all round the pedestal to see if there were any concealed mirrors or wires, and the Head watched me with a slightly amused expression in its black eyes. The sides of the box were definitely only of cloth and the floor of the box was, in fact, the top of the table on which it stood. I walked round the back of it and I could see nothing. I even crawled under the table, but there was nothing there and certainly no room to conceal a body. I was completely mystified.
'Ah,' said the gypsy in triumph. 'You didn't expect that, did you? You thought I had a boy concealed in there, didn't you?'
I admitted the charge humbly and begged him to tell me how it was done.
'Oh, no. I can't tell you,' he said. 'It's magic. If I told you, the head would disappear in a puff of smoke.'
I examined both the box and the table for a second time, but, even bringing a candle closer to aid my investigations, I still could not see how it was possible.
'Come,' said the gypsy. 'Enough of the Head. Come and dance with Pavlo.'
He hooked the stick into the bear's muzzle and Pavlo rose on his hind legs. The gypsy handed the stick to me and then picked up a small wooden flute and started to play, and Pavlo and I did a solemn dance together.
'Excellent, by Jove! Excellent!' said Kralefsky, clapping his hands with enthusiasm. I suggested that he might like to dance with Pavlo too, since he had such vast circus experience.
'Well, now,' said Kralefsky. 'I wonder whether it would be altogether wise? The animal, you see, is not familiar with me.'
'Oh, he'll be all right,' said the gypsy. 'He's tame with anyone.'
'Well,' said Kralefsky reluctantly, 'if you're sure. If you insist.'