- The rebel leader Favel has summoned Wyatt for a meeting to discuss a newspaper report about a hurricane. Fuller, a high-ranking rebel, briefs Wyatt on the current military situation, explaining that the rebels are fighting a defensive battle against the government troops led by Rocambeau. Wyatt and Dawson clean up before their meeting with Favel at the commandeered Imperiale hotel, which has been converted into a rebel command center.
- The rebel leader Favel has summoned Wyatt for a meeting to discuss a newspaper report about a hurricane. Fuller, a high-ranking rebel, briefs Wyatt on the current military situation, explaining that the rebels are fighting a defensive battle against the government troops led by Rocambeau. Wyatt and Dawson clean up before their meeting with Favel at the commandeered Imperiale hotel, which has been converted into a rebel command center.
- The rebel leader Favel has summoned Wyatt for a meeting to discuss a newspaper report about a hurricane. Fuller, a high-ranking rebel, briefs Wyatt on the current military situation, explaining that the rebels are fighting a defensive battle against the government troops led by Rocambeau. Wyatt and Dawson clean up before their meeting with Favel at the commandeered Imperiale hotel, which has been converted into a rebel command center.
The government buildings took a battering during the bombardment," said Fuller
"They won't be ready for occupation for
quite a while" Dawson said feelingly, You don't have to tell us anything about that--we were there" "So I'm told," said Fuller "-Sorry about that" Wyatt had been looking at the sky and sniffing the air It was curiously hot considering it was so early in the morning, and the day promised to be a scorcher He frowned and said, "Why has Favel sent for me?"
"An English newspaperman came in with a very curious story--something about a
hurricane A lot of nonsense really Still, Favel was impressed enough to send search parties out looking for you as soon as we settled in the city You are the weather boffin, aren't you?" "I am," said Wyatt with no expression in his voice "So-Causton came through all right," said Dawson "That 's good" Fuller chuckled "He served a term in the Government army first He told us that you'd landed in the jug--the one on Liberation Place That wasn't encouraging because we plastered the Place pretty thoroughly, but there weren't any white bodies in the police station so there was a chance you'd get away I've been looking for you all night-Favel insisted, and when he insists, things get done" Wyatt said, "When does the war start again?" "As soon as Rocambeau decides to make his push," said Fuller "We're fighting a defensive action--were not strong enough to do anything else right now" "What about the Government troops to the west? "They're still grouped around Cap Sarrat Serrurier is still afraid the Yanks will come out and stab him in the back" "Will they?" Fuller snorted "Not a chance This is a local fight and the Yanks want none of it I think they'd prefer Favel to Serrurier-- who wouldn't? - but they won't interfere Thank God Serrurier has a different opinion" Wyatt wondered where Fuller came into all this He spoke as one who was high in the rebel hierarchy and he was definitely close to Favel But he did not ask any questions about it--he had more important things on his mind The best thing was that Favel wanted to see him and he began to marshal his arguments once again Fuller pulled up the jeep outside the Imperiale and they all climbed out There was a great coming and going and Wyatt noticed that the revolving door had been taken away to facilitate passage in and out of the hotel He chalked up another mark to Favel for efficiency and attention to minor detail He followed Fuller inside to find that the hotel had been transformed, the foyer had been cleared and the American Bar had a new role as a map room Fuller said, "Wait here i'll tell the boss you've arrived" He went off and Dawson said, "This is how I like to view a war--from the blunt end"
"You might change your mind when Rocambeau attacks"
"That's very likely," said Dawson "But I refuse to be depressed" There was a cry from the stairs and they saw Causton hurrying down "Welcome back," he said "Glad you got out of the cooler" Wyatt smiled wryly "We were blown out" "Don't believe it," said Dawson "Wyatt did a great job--he got us both out" He peered at Causton "What's that on your face- -boot-polish?" "That's right," said Causton "Can't get rid of the damn' stuff I suppose you'd like to clean up and put on some fresh clothing" "Where's Julie--and Rawsthorne?" asked Wyatt Couston looked grave "We got separated quite early The plan was to head east" "They went east," said Wyatt "Now they're mixed up with Rotcambeau's army" There was nothing anyone could say further about that and after a pause, Causton said, "You'd better both take the chance of cleaning up Favel won't see you yet--he's in the middle of a planning conference, trying to get a quart out of a pint pot" He took them up to his room and provided welcome hot water and soup One glance at Dawson's hands produced a doctor, who hustled Dawson away, and then causton found a clean shirt for Wyatt and said, "You can use my dry shaver" Wyatt sat on the bed and shaved, already beginning to feel much better He said, "How did you get separated from the others?" Couston told him, then said, "I got to Favel in the end and managed to convince him you were important" He scratched his head "Either he didn't need much convincing, or my powers of persuasion are a lot better than I thought--but he got the point very quickly He's quite a boy" "Hurricanes excepted--do you think he's got a chance of coming on top hi this war?! Causton smiled wryly "That's an unanswerable question The Government army is for stronger, and so far he's won by surprise and sheer intelligence He plans for every contingency and the ground work for this attack was laid months ago" He chuckled "You know that the main force of the Government artillery never came into action at all The guns got tangled in a hell of a mess not far up the Negrito and Favel came down and captured the lot thought it was luck, but I know now that Favel never depends on Luck The whole damn thing was planned -Favel had suborned Lescuyer, the Government artillery commander: Lescuyer issured conflicting orders and had two columes of artillery meeting head-on on the same road, then he ducked for cover By the time Dernelles had sorted that lot out it was all over, and Dernelles himself was dead" "That must have been when Rocambeau took over, said Wyatt Causton nodded "That was a pity, Rocambeau is a bloody efficient commander--for better than Dervelles could ever be He got the Government army out of the trap God knows what will happen now" "Didn't the Government armour cause Favel any trouble when he came out on the plain?" Causton grinned "Not much He sorted out the captured artillery in quick time, ruthlessly junking the stuff that was in the way Then he formed it into six mobile columns and went gunning for Serrurier's armour The minute a tank or an armoured car showed its nose, up would come a dozen guns and blast hell out of it He had the whole thing taped right from the start--the Government generals were dancing to his tune until Rocambeau took over Like when he blasted the 3rd Regiment in the Place de la Liberation Noire- he had artillery observers already in the city equipped with walkie talkies, and they caught the 3rd Regiment just when they were forming up" "I know," said Wyatt soberly "I saw the result of that" Causton's grin widened "He disposed of Serrurier's comic opera air force in the same tricky efficient fashion The planes started flying and bombing all right, but when each plane had flown theree attacks they found they'd come to the end of
Falstaff and Mr. Dover Wilson Author(s) : William Empson Source: The Kenyon Review, Spring, 1953, Vol. 15, No. 2 (Spring, 1953), Pp. 213-262 Published By: Kenyon College