‘It’s now, Ma. But don’t give me any more problems than I have already. I need your help, not arguments. I don’t need anything to trouble my mind.’
‘Oh, Harry, Harry! What can I say to you? How am I supposed to stop worrying about you? I’m your mother . . .’
‘Then help me. Don’t say anything, just be still. I want to see if I can find you, blind.’
‘Blind? I don’t – ‘
‘Ma, please!’
She was silent, but her worry gnawed at him, in his head, like the pacing of a troubled loved one in a small room. He kept walking, closed his eyes and went to her. A hundred yards, maybe a little more, and he knew he was there. He stopped walking, opened his eyes. He stood in the curve of the overhanging bank, on the thick white ice which formed his mother’s headstone. Her marker, and his marker, too. Now he knew he could always find her.
‘I’m here, Ma.’ He crouched down on the ice, scuffed away a thin layer of snow, looked at the heavy jack-handle in his gloved hand. That was the second reason he had come.
As he began to batter at the ice, she said: ‘I see it all now, Harry. You’ve been lying to me, deceiving me,’ she reproached him. ‘You think there will be problems after all.’
‘No I don’t, Ma. I’m much stronger now, in many ? ways. But if there is a problem . . . well, I’d be a fool not to cover all the possibilities.’
Here, close to the bank, the ice was a little thicker. Harry began to perspire, but soon he’d made a hole almost three feet across. He cleared as much as he could of the broken ice fragments from the hole and straightened up. Down there, the water swirled blackly. And under the water, under the cold silt and mud . . .
All done, now Harry must go, and quickly. No good to let his sweat grow cold on him. Also, it was beginning to snow a little heavier. It began to get dark as the early winter dusk came with the snow. He had time now for a brandy at the hotel, and then, then it would be time for his showdown with Viktor Shukshin.
‘Harry,’ his mother called after him one last time as he hurried back across the field to his car. ‘Harry, I love you! Good luck, son . . .’
One hour later Dragosani and Batu stood behind a clump of young conifers on the river bank twenty-five or thirty yards upstream of Shukshin’s house. They had been there for a little less than half an hour but already were beginning to feel the cold biting through their clothing. Batu had commenced a rhythmic swinging of his arms across his chest and Dragosani had just lit a cigarette when at last the yellow light above the door to Shukshin’s courtyard snapped into life – his signal to them that the scene was now set for murder – and two figures came out into the evening.
In real time it was not yet night, but the winter darkness was almost that of night and but for the stars and a rising moon, visibility would be poor. The clouds, so dense only an hour ago, had now drifted away and no more snow had fallen; but to the east the sky was black with a heavy burden and what little wind there was came front that direction. It would yet snow tonight, and heavily. But for the moment the stars lit the scene with their cold, soft light and the rising moon made a silver ribbon of the winding river of ice.
As the figures from the house picked their way down to the river Dragosani took a last drag on his cigarette behind cupped hands, threw it down and ground it out beneath his heel; Batu stopped swinging his arms; they both stood like stone and watched the play unfold.
At the river’s rim the two figures shrugged out of their overcoats and placed them on the bank, then adopted kneeling positions as they put on their skates. There was a little conversation, but it was low and the wind was in the wrong direction. Only snatches of talk drifted back to the hidden watchers. Shukshin’s voice, dark and very deep, sounded openly aggressive to Dragosani and wolfish – like the growling of a great dog – and he wondered why Keogh didn’t take fright or at least show something of suspicion; but no, the younger man’s voice was flat and even, almost carefree, as the two glided out on to the ice and began to skate.