Jack was folding up the costumes and putting them carefully in a great wooden chest bound with hoops which would slide under one of the bunks. The props and saddles and feed were strapped on top or slung alongside the wagon. He looked up at Dandy.
Why dyou want to know? he asked suspiciously.
Just curious, she replied. She undid the bolts which held the screen together and unhitched one of the panels. Hes doing all right, isnt he, your da? she said. Doing all right for money. And this new show hes planning for next season. Thatll be a big earner, wont it?
Jack slid a sideways glance at her, his eyes crinkled. So what, Miss Dandy? he asked.
Well what dyou get? she asked reasonably. Me and Meridon get pennies a week depending what we do. If I knew how much you got, Id know how much I ought to ask for the flying act.
Jack straightened up. You think youre worth as much as me? he said derisively. All youve got is a pretty face and nice legs. I work with the horses, I paint the screen, I plan the acts, I cry it up, Im a bareback rider with a full riding act.
Dandy stood her ground. Im worth three-quarters what you are, she said stubbornly. I never said I should have as much. But I should get at least three-quarters what you earn if Im on the trapeze.
Jack gave a triumphant shout of laughter and swung the heavy box up on to his shoulder. Done! he said. And may you never make a better deal! Done, you silly tart! Because he pays me nothing! And youve just bargained your way into three quarters of nothing.
He marched towards the wagon, laughing loudly at Dandys mistake and swung the box down to the floor with a heavy crash. Dandy exchanged a look with me, lowered the wing of the screen gently to the grass and went to unbolt the other side.
Thats not right, she said to him when he came back to steady the screen for her. Thats not fair. You said yourself how much work you do for him. Its not right that he should pay you nothing. He treats us better and we are not even family.
Jack lowered the centre section of the screen down to the ground and straightened up before he answered. Then he looked from Dandy to me as if he were wondering whether or no to tell us something.
You dont know much, you two, he said finally. You see the show and you hear about Das plans. But you dont know much. We werent always show people. We werent always doing well. You see him now at his best, how he is when he has money in the sack under his bed and a string of horses behind the wagon. But when I was a little lad we were poor, deathly poor. And when he is poor he is a very hard man indeed.
We were standing in a sheltered field in bright autumn sunshine but at Jacks words I shivered as if the frost had got down my neck, his face was as dark as if there were snow clouds across the sun.
Ill have the show when he is too old to travel, he said with confidence. Every penny he saves now goes into the show, or goes into our savings. Well never be poor again. Hell see to that. And anything he says I should doI do. And anything he says he needsI get. Because it was him and one bow-backed horse that earned us food when the whole village was starving. No one else believed he could do it. Just me. So when he took the horse on the road I went with him. We didnt even have a wagon then. We just walked at the horses head from village to village and did tricks for pennies. And he traded the horse for another, and another, and another. He is no fool, my da. I never go against him.
Dandy said not a word. We were both spellbound by Jacks story.
How was he a hard man? I asked, going to the central question for me. How he would treat us, how he would treat Dandy if the tide of luck started going against us? Did he used to hit you? Or your mother? Did she travel with you too?
Jack shook his head and bent down so that Dandy and I could lift the screen on to his back. He walked with it towards the wagon, dragging it behind him, and then he came back.
Hes never raised his hand to me, he said. He never laid a finger on my ma. But she didnt believe in him. He left her and the three little ones in the village and went on the tramp with the horse. Hed have left me behind too but he knew I was the only one that believed he could do it. He had me trained to ride on the horse within days. I was only a littlun and I was scared of nothing. Besides, its a very big horseback when youre only five or six. It was easy to stay on.
At the end of the summer we went home. Hed been sending money back when he could. And after the winter we started out again. This time there was a cart we could borrow. Ma wanted to come too, but Da was against it. But she cried and said she needed to be with him. I wanted her. And Da wanted the little ones along with him. So we all went on the road.
Jack stopped. Then he bent for the final section of screen and loaded it in silence. Dandy and I said nothing. He came back and picked up a couple of halters and slung them towards the wagon. He turned and went for the gate as if the story was over.
We went after him.
What happened then, Jack? I asked. When you were all travelling together?
Jack sighed and leaned on the gate, looking across the field as if he could see the wagon and the woman with the two small children and the baby at the breast. The man walking with his son at the horses head, the horse which he had trained to dance for pennies.
It was a grand season, he said. Warm, and sunny. A good harvest and there was money about. We went from fair to fair and we did well at every one of them. Da had enough money to buy the cart and then he exchanged it for a proper wagon. Then he saw a horse he fancied and bought her. Thats Bluebell that we have now. He saw she had a big enough back for me as I grew bigger. And shes steady.
We had two horses then so we didnt work the street corners any more but we took a field and started to take money at the gate. I had an act jumping from one horse to another, and through a hoop. I was still quite small you see I must have been about seven or eight.
Ma was on the gate, and the little babbies sold sweets that she made to the audience. We were making good money.
He stopped again.
And? Dandy prompted.
Jack shrugged. Shook the past off his shoulders with one quick movement and then a long stretch. Oh! he said wearily. She was just a woman! Da saw Snow and wanted to buy him. Ma wanted to go back to the village with the money wed made and settle down and Da go back to cartering.
Ma was on the gate, and the little babbies sold sweets that she made to the audience. We were making good money.
He stopped again.
And? Dandy prompted.
Jack shrugged. Shook the past off his shoulders with one quick movement and then a long stretch. Oh! he said wearily. She was just a woman! Da saw Snow and wanted to buy him. Ma wanted to go back to the village with the money wed made and settle down and Da go back to cartering.
They argued about it night and day. Da wanting Snow with all his heart and promising Ma that hed make his fortune with the horse. That shed have a cottage of her own and a comfortable wagon for travelling. That wed move up in the world. He knew he could do it with Snow.
Ma couldnt win the argument. She didnt understand the business anyway. So she went to a wise woman and got herself a brew from the old witch and then told Da pleased as punch that she was pregnant and that there would be no money for Snow. And that she would not give birth to a child on the road but that they would have to go home. Jack smiled, but his dark brown eyes were like cold mud. I can remember her telling him: Ive caught you now, he said. She got a belly on herself to trap him.
What did your da do? I asked.
He left her, Jack said briefly. All this happened at Exeter, our home was outside Plymouth. I never knew if she got herself home. Or the babbies. Or what happened to the one she had in her belly. He took the money he had been saving and bought Snow and we moved the next day. He wouldnt let her in the wagon though she begged and cried and my brothers and sister cried too. He just drove away from her, and when she tried to get up on the step he just pushed her down. She followed us along the road crying and asking him to let her in, but he just drove away. She only kept up for a mile or so, she had the little ones and they couldnt walk fast. And she was carrying the babby, of course. We heard her calls getting fainter and fainter as she fell further and further behind.
Did you ever see her again? I asked, appalled. This calculated cruelty was worse than any of Das drunken rages. He would never have left Zima so, whatever she had done. He would never have pushed Dandy and me off the step of the wagon.
Never, Jack said indifferently. But dont you forget that if my da can do that to his wife of fifteen years, who bore him four children and had his fifth in her belly, he can certainly do it to you two.
I nodded in silence. But Dandy was angry.
Thats awful! she exclaimed. Your ma most likely had to go on the Parish and theyd have taken her children away from her. She was ruined! And she had done nothing wrong!
Jack swung up into the wagon and started stowing blankets and bedding for the journey.
He thought shed done wrong, he said from the dark interior. Thats enough for me. And she was cheating, getting a belly on her like that. Women always cheat. They wont do a straight deal with any man. She got what she deserved.
Dandy would have said more, but I touched her on the arm and drew her away from the step, around to the back of the wagon to help me hump feed.
I can hardly believe it! she said in a muttered undertone. Robert always seems so nice!
I can believe it, I said. I was always more wary than Dandy. I had watched Jacks unquestioning obedience to his father; and I had wondered how that round-faced smiling man could exert such invisible discipline.
Just remember not to cross him, Dandy, I said earnestly. Especially at Warminster.
She nodded. Im not going to be left on the road like his wife, she said. Id rather die first!