The Buried Giant by Kazuo Ishiguro Page B

out the thatched roofs, and the fact that many were “roundhouses” not so far removed from the kind in which some of you, or perhaps your parents, were brought up. And if the Saxons were happy to sacrifice a little security for the benefits of open air, they were careful to compensate: a tall fence of tethered timber poles, their points sharpened like giant pencils, completely encircled the village. At any given point, the fence was at least twice a man’s height, and to make the prospect of scaling it even less enticing, a deep trench followed it all the way around the outside.
    That would have been the picture Axl and Beatrice saw belowthem as they paused to catch their breaths during their descent down the hill. The sun was setting over the valley now, and Beatrice, who had the better sight, was once more leaning forward, a step or two in front of Axl, the grass and dandelions around her as tall as her waist.
    “I can see four, no five men guarding the gate,” she was saying. “And I think they’re holding spears. When I was last here with the women, it was nothing more than one gate-keeper with a pair of dogs.”
    “Are you sure there’ll be a welcome here for us, princess?”
    “Don’t worry, Axl, they know me well enough by now. Besides, one of their elders here is a Briton, regarded by all as a wise leader even if he’s not of their blood. He’ll see to it we have a safe roof tonight. Even so, Axl, I think something’s happened and I’m uneasy. Now here’s another man with a spear arrived, and that’s a pack of fierce dogs with him.”
    “Who knows what goes on with Saxons,” said Axl. “We may be better seeking shelter elsewhere tonight.”
    “The dark will be soon on us, Axl, and those spears are not intended for us. Besides, there’s a woman in this village I was wanting to visit, one who knows her medicines beyond anyone in our own.”
    Axl waited for her to say something further, and when she went on peering into the distance, he asked: “And why would you be after medicines, princess?”
    “A small discomfort I feel from time to time. This woman might know of something to soothe it.”
    “What sort of discomfort, princess? Where does it trouble you?”
    “It’s nothing. It’s only because we’re needing to shelter here I’m thinking of it at all.”
    “But where does it lie, princess? This pain?”
    “Oh …” Without turning to him, she pressed a hand to her side, just below the ribcage, then laughed. “It’s nothing to speak of. You can see, it hasn’t slowed me walking here today.”
    “It hasn’t slowed you one bit, princess, and I’ve been the one having to beg we stop and rest.”
    “That’s what I’m saying, Axl. So it’s nothing to worry about.”
    “It hasn’t slowed you down at all. In fact, princess, you must be as strong as any woman half your age. Still, if there’s someone here to help with your pain, what’s the harm in going to her?”
    “That’s all I was saying, Axl. I’ve brought a little tin to trade for medicines.”
    “Who wants these little pains? We all have them, and we’d all be rid of them if we could. By all means, let’s go to this woman if she’s here, and those guards let us pass.”
    It was nearly dark by the time they crossed the bridge over the trench, and torches had been lit on either side of the gate. The guards were large and burly but looked panicked by their approach.
    “Wait a moment, Axl,” Beatrice said quietly. “I’ll go alone to speak with them.”
    “Don’t go near their spears, princess. The dogs look calm but those Saxons look foolish with fear.”
    “If it’s you they fear, Axl, old man that you are, I’ll soon show them their great error.”
    She walked towards them boldly. The men gathered around her and as she addressed them they threw suspicious glances towards Axl. Then one of them called to him, in the Saxon language, to step closer to the torches, presumably so they could see he was not a