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said I understood his visit to the Mess that first night was quite unofficial. That’s the only time he’s seen us dance.’

      ‘Aye, that was it, that was it,’ Dusty said, enjoying the moment again.

      Jock nodded. ‘A-huh. And what did he say to that?’

      ‘It was unofficial. That was all he said. But he was pretty angry.’

      The doctor grinned and sidled. ‘Douglas is a marked man now.’

      Jock raised his eyebrows and he walked about, while they waited. ‘Well, well. I’ve always said some of the children could do with a dancing class.’

      ‘Och, heck,’ Rattray said, flaming up. ‘It’s no dancing like that we should be taught. We’re not a lot of playboys.’

      Jock opened his eyes wide. ‘No.’ He ran his tongue round his cheek. ‘No, we’re not that.’ Charlie knew the mood well: he knew how much Jock was enjoying himself. He knew the technique, and Charlie knew even before Jock turned that he would walk away and touch one of the chairs with the tips of his fingers.

      ‘You notice he did it when you were out,’ someone said.

      ‘Maybe that was tact.’ He spread out his hands. ‘Gents, we’re no wanting any mutinies in this Battalion. We’ll leave that to the Navy.’ Jock wagged his head. ‘I think he’s been very reasonable.’

      Jimmy nodded. ‘Of course he has.’

      ‘Hell, this is the first thing he’s done,’ somebody said.

      Jimmy smiled and tried again. ‘There’s bound to be some changes.’

      ‘No one’s denying that, Jimmy,’ Alec Rattray said. ‘But this is something different. The way we dance is our own business, isn’t it? I’m no sure he’s a Scotsman at all.’

      ‘Aye,’ they agreed.

      ‘Dancing’s off parade; and off parade’s off parade.’

      Macmillan suggested lightly, ‘We do get a little rowdy.’

      ‘Rowdy?’ Jock turned on him. ‘A-huh. You agree with the Colonel?’

      ‘I’m not sure it was his business to …’

      ‘You agree though: you agree?’

      ‘By and large.’

      ‘Aye,’ Jock nodded. ‘By and large. There you are then. It’s what the doctor would call a difference of opinion, or emphasis or whatever the word is, down in Oxford. That’s the way of it: so we best say no more about it. We don’t want to be rent with schisms asunder. Do we?’

      Jimmy had to leave then, and the others shifted places. They were not altogether satisfied, but had they known Jock as well as Charlie did, they would have realised that he had not finished. He was talking in his softest voice.

      ‘It’s always difficult, a change-over. It’s as Jimmy says. Mind you, it seems a pity that he should choose the dancing. What time was this parade to be?’

      Five or six voices replied: ‘0715.’

      ‘Aye; and for the subalterns?’

      A shout of ‘No.’

      ‘Oh, captains as well? … All officers? It’s all officers, is it?’

      ‘Aye, it is. That’s what he said. Have you ever heard such bloody nonsense? Some of us have been dancing thirty years,’ Dusty said hotly.

      ‘Jock, we know you’re in a difficult position …’

      ‘I am: I am.’ He shook his head seriously at that, but they gathered closer.

      Rattray warmed to the subject: ‘But this is different. It is. It’s a blow at our independence. The likes of this has never been before.’

      ‘Never.’

      ‘And anyway he’s wrong about the hands in the eightsome. Of course he is. I question if he knows …’

      Jock grew reticent, and modest. He scratched his head and blew out his cheeks. He was in a tricky position. But no one would say that Jock let them down. He would see to that. They spoke more freely. They repeated some of the Colonel’s more irrelevant questions, and it was the first time that Jock had allowed himself the luxury of listening. Every criticism of Barrow was for him another flattery. But he did not seem to lead them on: indeed, he protested that they should not make it difficult for him. Even the doctor was bewildered by his display, and it was generally supposed in the Mess that a knowledge of physiology gave the doctor an insight into human motive and character beyond his fellow officers.

      ‘Aye,’ Jock said thoughtfully. ‘Off parade’s off parade, right enough.’

      Many of the officers had to leave before the end, but the cronies stayed and half an hour later they were winking at each other. Jock had been like a lamb since the first night the Colonel arrived. He had done just what Morag had advised him, and he had kept clear of the Mess. But now he kept tapping his fingers on a knee that was scarred with battle wounds.

      SIX

      JIMMY CAIRNS SAID nothing to the Colonel as they made their way over to the Naafi canteen to inspect it. The Colonel was investigating some rumours about pilfering. He was his usual cool and efficient self, and he treated his Adjutant almost as if he were a private secretary. He turned to him constantly asking him to make a note of some detail. But on their way back to H.Q. block, Jimmy lifted his eyes from the ground and looked the Colonel in the face for the first time that afternoon. He was much too honest a man to harbour something in his heart for long. He liked to get things into the open.

      ‘Colonel?’

      ‘Jimmy?’

      ‘I’m afraid they won’t like it, sir.’

      ‘Who? The Naafi people? They’re not meant to.’

      ‘No, sir; you know fine who I mean.’ The low afternoon sun, shimmering red through the cloud, dazzled him as he spoke.

      The Colonel stopped and put his hands on his hips. He frowned, and moved his moustache.

      ‘You mean the officers?’

      ‘Yes, sir.’

      ‘I wouldn’t do it unless I thought it were necessary.’

      ‘But, Colonel, it’s almost an insult. Some of them have been dancing for thirty years or more.’

      ‘I’m afraid it’s an order.’ The Colonel started forward again, but Jimmy persevered.

      ‘Surely the officers above field rank might be …’

      ‘I said it was an order.’ The Colonel’s voice was low and icy. Then he stretched his neck and went on in his usual tone. ‘There; the windows in that block could do with a wash. I suppose it’s all this snow. What’s the building used for?’

      ‘Band Block, sir,’ Jimmy answered absently.

      ‘I see.’

      The Regimental Sergeant-Major was standing just inside the door to H.Q. and he came noisily to a salute, bringing all the corporals and orderlies in the vicinity to attention.

      ‘Party–party ’shun!’

      ‘Mr Riddick?’

      ‘Sir.’ The voice was thick and immensely loud.

      ‘Please ask the Pipe-Major to come and see me.’

      The R.S.M. despatched an orderly to fetch Mr McLean straight away. He then retired to his office and removing his bonnet called for his cup of tea. Nothing delighted him more than that the Pipe-Major should be on the carpet. It seemed to him that during Jock’s term of office the pipes and drums had been granted too many privileges. But then Mr Riddick had no more music in him than Major Charlie Scott.

      When

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