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Paths of Gloryby Jeffrey Archer
St. Bees, Cumbria, Tuesday, July 19th, 1892
If you had asked George why hed begun walking toward the rock, he wouldnt have been able to tell you. The fact that he had to wade into the sea to reach his goal didnt appear to concern him, even though he couldnt swim.
Only one person on the beach that morning showed the slightest interest in the six-year-old boys progress. The Reverend Leigh Mallory folded his copy of The Times and placed it on the sand at his feet. He didnt alert his wife, who was lying on the deckchair beside .shine, oblivious to any danger their eldest son might be facing. He knew that Annie would only panic, the way she had when the boy had climbed onto the roof of the village hall during a meeting of the Mothers Union.
The Reverend Mallory quickly checked on his other three children, who were playing contentedly by the waters edge, unconcerned with their brothers fate. Avie and Mary were happily collecting seashells that had been swept in on the morning tide, while their younger brother Trafford was concentrating on filling a small tin bucket with sand. Mallorys attention re.lutely toward the rock. He was not yet worried, surely
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the boy would eventually realize he had to turn back. But he rose from his deckchair once the waves began to cover the boys knee breeches.
Although George was now almost out of his depth, the moment he reached the jagged outcrop he deftly pulled himself out of the sea and leaped from rock to .self, and stared out toward the horizon. Although his favorite subject at school was history, clearly no one had told him about King Canute.
His father was now watching with some trepidation as the waves surged carelessly around the rocks. He waited patiently for the boy to become aware of the danger he was in, when he would surely turn and ask for help. He didnt. When the first spray of foam touched the boys toes, the Reverend Mallory walked slowly .mured as he passed his youngest, who was now intently building a sandcastle. But his eyes never left his eldest son, who still hadnt looked back, even though the .end Mallory plunged into the sea and started to swim .tary breaststroke he became more aware that it was much further away than he had realized.
He finally reached his goal, and pulled himself onto the rock. As he clambered awkwardly to the top he cut his legs in several places, showing none of the surefootedness his son had earlier displayed. Once hed joined the boy, he tried not to reveal that he was out of breath and in some considerable discomfort.
.serve his wife, standing at the waters edge, shouting desperately, “George! George!”
“Perhaps we should be making our way back, my boy,” suggested the Reverend Mallory, trying not to sound at all concerned. “We dont want to worry your mother, do we?”
“Just a few more moments, Papa,” begged George, who continued to stare resolutely out to sea. But his father decided they couldnt wait any longer, and pulled his son gently off the rock.
It took the two of them considerably longer to reach .dling his son in his arms, had to swim on his back, only able to use his legs to assist him. It was the first time George became aware that return journeys can take far longer.
When Georges father finally collapsed on the beach, Georges mother rushed across to join them. She fell on .ing, “Thank God, thank God,” while showing scant interest in her exhausted husband. Georges two sisters .etly sobbing, while his younger brother continued to build his fortress, far too young for any thoughts of death to have crossed his mind.
The Reverend Mallory eventually sat up and stared at his eldest son, who was once again looking out to sea although the rock was no longer in sight. He accepted .cept of fear, no sense of risk.
Excerpted from Paths of Glory by Jeffrey Archer.
Copyright © 2009 by Jeffrey Archer.
Published in December 2009 by St. Martin's Press.
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