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ese people。〃 〃Any one could； the Servians； the Bulgarians； the Greeks； the Italians； the Austrians。 Why； they can't even shoot！ It's just the balance of power and all that foolery keeps this country a roadless wilderness。 Good God； how I tire of it！ These men who swagger and stink； their brawling dogs； their greasy priests and dervishes； the down…at…heel soldiers； the bribery and robbery； the cheating over the money。 。 。 。〃
He slipped off the parapet； too impatient to sit any longer； and began to pace up and down in the road。 〃One marvels that no one comes to clear up this country； one itches to be at the job； and then one realizes that before one can begin here； one must get to work back there； where the fools and pedants of WELT POLITIK scheme mischief one against another。 This country frets me。 I can't see any fun in it； can't see the humour of it。 And the people away there know no better than to play off tribe against tribe； sect against sect； one peasant prejudice against another。 Over this pass the foolery grows grimmer and viler。 We shall come to where the Servian plots against the Bulgarian and the Greek against both； and the Turk； with spasmodic massacres and indulgences； broods over the brew。 Every division is subdivided。 There are two sorts of Greek church； Exarchic； Patriarchic； both teaching by threat and massacre。 And there is no one； no one； with the sense to over…ride all these squalid hostilities。 All those fools away there in London and Vienna and St。 Petersburg and Rome take sides as though these beastly tribes and leagues and superstitions meant anything but blank； black； damnable ignorance。 One fool stands up for the Catholic Albanians； another finds heroes in the Servians； another talks of Brave Little Montenegro； or the Sturdy Bulgarian； or the Heroic Turk。 There isn't a religion in the whole Balkan peninsula； there isn't a tribal or national sentiment that deserves a moment's respect from a sane man。 They're things like niggers' nose…rings and Chinese secret societies； childish things； idiot things that have to go。 Yet there is no one who will preach the only possible peace； which is the peace of the world… state； the open conspiracy of all the sane men in the world against the things that break us up into wars and futilities。 And here am Iwho have the lightWANDERING！ Just wandering！〃 He shrugged his shoulders and came to stare at the torrent under the bridge。 〃You're getting ripe for London； Cheetah；〃 said Amanda softly。 〃I want somehow to get to work； to get my hands on definite things。〃 〃How can we get back？〃 She had to repeat her question presently。 〃We can go on。 Over the hills is Ochrida and then over another pass is Presba； and from there we go down into Monastir and reach a railway and get back to the world of our own times again。〃
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But before they reached the world of their own times Macedonia was to show them something grimmer than Albania。 They were riding through a sunlit walnut wood beyond Ochrida when they came upon the thing。 The first they saw of it looked like a man lying asleep on a grassy bank。 But he lay very still indeed； he did not look up； he did not stir as they passed； the pose of his hand was stiff； and when Benham glanced back at him； he stifled a little cry of horror。 For this man had no face and the flies had been busy upon him。 。 。 。 Benham caught Amanda's bridle so that she had to give her attention to her steed。 〃Ahead！〃 he said； 〃Ahead！ Look； a village！〃 （Why the devil didn't they bury the man？ Why？ And that fool Giorgio and the others were pulling up and beginning to chatter。 After all she might look back。） Through the trees now they could see houses。 He quickened his pace and jerked Amanda's horse forward。 。 。 。 But the village was a still one。 Not a dog barked。 Here was an incredible village without even a dog！ And then； then they saw some more people lying about。 A woman lay in a doorway。 Near her was something muddy that might have been a child； beyond were six men all spread out very neatly in a row with their faces to the sky。 〃Cheetah！〃 cried Amanda； with her voice going up。 〃They've been killed。 Some one has killed them。〃 Benham halted beside her and stared stupidly。 〃It's a band；〃 he said。 〃It'spropaganda。 Greeks or Turks or Bulgarians。〃 〃But their feet and hands are fastened！ And 。 。 。 WHAT HAVE THEY BEEN DOING TO THEM？ 。 。 。〃 〃I want to kill；〃 cried Benham。 〃Oh！ I want to kill people。 Come on； Amanda！ It blisters one's eyes。 Come away。 Come away！ Come！〃 Her face was white and her eyes terror…stricken。 She obeyed him mechanically。 She gave one last look at those bodies。 。 。 。 Down the deep…rutted soil of the village street they clattered。 They came to houses that had been set on fire。 。 。 。 〃What is that hanging from a tree？〃 cried Amanda。 〃Oh； oh！〃 〃Come on。 。 。 。〃 Behind them rode the others scared and hurrying。 The sunlight had become the light of hell。 There was no air but horror。 Across Benham's skies these fly…blown trophies of devilry dangled mockingly in the place of God。 He had no thought but to get away。 Presently they encountered a detachment of Turkish soldiers； very greasy and ragged； with worn…out boots and yellow faces； toiling up the stony road belatedly to the village。 Amanda and Benham riding one behind the other in a stricken silence passed this labouring column without a gesture； but presently they heard the commander stopping and questioning Giorgio。 。 。 。 Then Giorgio and the others came clattering to overtake them。 Giorgio was too full to wait for questions。 He talked eagerly to Benham's silence。 It must have happened yesterday； he explained。 They were Bulgarianstraitors。 They had been converted to the Patriarchists by the Greeksby a Greek band； that is to say。 They had betrayed one of their own people。 Now a Bulgarian band had descended upon them。 Bulgarian bands it seemed were always particularly rough on Bulgarian…speaking Patriarchists。 。 。 。
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That night they slept in a dirty little room in a peasant's house in Resnia； and in the middle of the night Amanda woke up with a start and heard Benham talking。 He seemed to be sitting up as he talked。 But he was not talking to her and his voice sounded strange。 〃Flies；〃 he said； 〃in the sunlight！〃 He was silent for a time and then he repeated the same words。 Then suddenly he began to declaim。 〃Oh！ Brutes together。 Apes。 Apes with knives。 Have they no lord； no master； to save them from such things？ This is the life of men when no man rules。 。 。 。 When no man rules。 。 。 。 Not even himself。 。 。 。 It is because we are idle； because we keep our wits slack and our wills weak that these poor devils live in hell。 These things happen here and everywhere when the hand that rules grows weak。 Away in China now they are happening。 Persia。 Africa。 。 。 。 Russia staggers。 And I who should serve the law； I who should keep order； wander and make love。 。 。 。 My God！ may I never forget！ May I never forget！ Flies in the sunlight！ That man's face。 And those six men！ 〃Grip the savage by the throat。 〃The weak savage in the foreign office； the weak savage at the party headquarters； feud and indolence and folly。 It is all one world。 This and that are all one thing。 The spites of London and the mutilations of Macedonia。 The maggots that eat men's faces and the maggots that rot their minds。 Rot their minds。 Rot their minds。 Rot their minds。 。 。 。〃 To Amanda it sounded like delirium。 〃CHEETAH！〃 she said suddenly between remonstrance and a cry of terror。 The darkness suddenly became quite still。 He did not move。 She was afraid。 〃Cheetah！〃 she said again。 〃What is it； Amanda？〃 〃I thought。 Are you all right？〃 〃Quite。〃 〃But do you feel well？〃 〃I've got this cold I caught in Ochrida。 I suppose I'm feverish。 Butyes； I'm well。〃 〃You were talking。〃 Silence for a time。 〃I was thinking；〃 he said。 〃You talked。〃 〃I'm sorry；〃 he said after another long pause。
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The next morning Benham had a pink spot on either cheek； his eyes were feverishly bright； he would touch no food and instead of coffee he wanted water。 〃In Monastir there will be a doctor；〃 he said。 〃Monastir is a big place。 In Monastir I will see a doctor。 I want a doctor。〃 They rode out of the village in the freshness before sunrise and up long hills； and sometimes they went in the shade of woods and sometimes in a flooding sunshine。 Benham now rode in front； preoccupied； intent； regardless of Amanda； a stranger； and she rode close behind him wondering。 〃When you get to Monastir； young man；〃 she told him； inaudibly； 〃you will go straight to bed and we'll see what has to be done with you。〃 〃AMMALATO；〃 said Giorgio confidentially； coming abreast of her。 〃MEDICO IN MONASTIR；〃 said Amanda。 〃SI；MOLTI MEDICI； MONASTIR；〃 Giorgio agreed。 Then came the inevitable dogs； big white brutes； three in full cry charging hard at Benham and a younger less enterprising beast running along the high bank above yapping and making feints to descend。 The goatherd； reclining under the shadow of a rock； awaited Benham's embarrassment with an indolent malice。 〃You UNCIVILIZED Beasts！〃 cried Benham； and before Amanda could realize what he was up to； she heard the crack of his revolver and saw a puff of blue