The Yonahlossee Riding Camp For Girls Part 7
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The rain fell in sheets. Naari and I were halted at the head of the ring, next to Mr. Albrecht, watching Leona complete her course. She rode badly today, perhaps distracted by the rain. She and King had nicked several jumps, knocked two over entirely.
"Hold his head!" Mr. Albrecht shouted, his voice dulled by the wind. He held an umbrella, which Naari eyed warily. We were to be a.s.sessed individually, today, my first time, but I wasn't nervous.
When Leona was finished I nudged Naari into a trot from our standstill: she was distracted by the storm, and her ears flicked back and forth. I murmured to her, kicked her twice, and she gave me her attention for a moment. We pa.s.sed Leona, who was muttering furiously to King.
"Knees, Thea," Mr. Albrecht yelled. My knees had a tendency to slide upward during jumps.
"One minute." Mr. Albrecht timed our courses, as we would be timed in a compet.i.tion. I slid my right heel back and asked Naari to canter.
"Time," Mr. Albrecht called, and we were nearly aligned with the first jump, but not quite. I had learned early on, before Mr. Albrecht, to forget my mistakes. Remembering could easily ruin a course.
"Now," I hissed to Naari as we cleared the first jump, but barely. The rain seemed to quicken, or maybe I was just going faster. The wind whipped. There was no thunder or lightning-camp rules would force us to take cover, then-but I could hear the weak branches of the oak trees snapping.
A pelt of Spanish moss flew into our path, and Naari skittered. I tapped her shoulder with my crop and tightened the reins.
"Balance," I heard Mr. Albrecht yell, but he was barely there.
I directed Naari toward a triple, the most difficult combination of the course.
"Two, two, two," I repeated to myself-there was room for two strides between each jump, no more, no less.
"Yes," screamed Mr. Albrecht. "Gut!" I could barely hear him. "Now," I heard him yell, and I cleared the first jump. One, two-Naari soared over the second jump, I could barely feel her beneath me, she was a coil between my legs.
And then the last jump. We were nearly done. The wind picked up, then, between the second and third jumps, and Mr. Albrecht's umbrella flew toward us. Naari swerved to the right, and I lost my right stirrup, and then I heard the unmistakable crack of leather, and my saddle slid to the left. My girth has broken, I thought, incredulously. I looked toward Mr. Albrecht, as if to say-Do you see this?
But then the saddle lurched even farther to the left, and I couldn't believe my bad luck-how could I straighten myself out, move the saddle to the right, when I had lost my right stirrup? It was impossible. I felt horribly dizzy all of a sudden, perched at an angle nearly parallel to the ground.
"Circle her." Mr. Albrecht yelled. "Circle."
But I was so disoriented I didn't even know which rein was right and which was left. I pressed my right leg to Naari's flank as hard as I could, the only pressure that was keeping me from hurtling to the ground. And I would not fall cleanly. I could see from my vantage point that the girth had not broken completely, so if I fell I would likely be trapped beneath Naari, tied to her by the stirrup I had not lost.
"Do something," Mr. Albrecht called desperately. "Something!"
Naari galloped by them, and Leona flashed through my tilted field of vision; she was looking at her hand, held in front of her in its navy glove, fingers splayed, palm upturned. Dye streaked her forearm.
In a burst of strength, I somehow threw my arm around Naari's neck, and hitched myself upright again. And then the world was back to its normal order, and I was able to turn Naari in a circle until she slowed.
Mr. Albrecht approached us, holding out his hand to Naari, who looked at him warily. "It is all right," he murmured, and then to me: "Are you all right, Thea?"
I nodded. I felt fine, strangely fine. I knew I should have felt relieved, or still scared, but instead I felt blank; relaxed, even. I had been so close to an accident; but wasn't I always that close, whenever I was on top of a horse?
Leona stood in the same place as before, watching us, and I understood that I had witnessed a weakness: Leona hadn't wanted to watch. She had been afraid.
"She's spooky," Leona said later, at the barn, as we sponged warm water over our horses' backs. Steam rose. "King's not. He's dull. That's how a horse should be, dull and obedient."
"I like my horses smart," I said lightly.
"Too smart for their own good, is that how you like them? You lost your stirrup, you almost fell. She would have dragged you around the ring if you had."
"But I didn't." Naari was exhausted, stood perfectly still in the cross ties.
"But you could have," Leona said. I was about to argue, but Leona continued: "The duller a horse is, the better." She slapped King on the neck. "People are killed in horseback riding accidents, Thea." She unhooked King's cross ties; Naari started at the sound of the metal snaps against the concrete floor of the wash rack. "You should request a different horse.
"But," she said, as she led King past us, "you won't, because you're proud. A horse is a weapon."
I stopped and looked at her, and I realized that I had something Leona did not. I was fearless. And that counted for something.
"Smart horses will work for you," I said. "Once you win them over. Dumb horses"-and here I looked at King-"they don't care enough." Leona stared at me, then turned her face away quickly, her long blond braid snapping like a whip; we both knew I was right.
I was currying the saddle marks from Naari's back when Leona appeared again.
"I want to tell you something," she said. Her tone was neutral. "I come from a riding family."
I banged my curry comb against the wall. A curry combshaped clump of hair fell to the floor.
"I know." We all knew.
"Yes," she continued, "a family where everyone rides." She paused. "My sister walked behind a horse, too close, and she was kicked in the head. She died."
I didn't say anything.
"It was a long time ago. I was born later. She died in three days." She held up three fingers. "It was not the horse's fault. It was her fault, she walked where she should not have. It is never the horse, Thea."
She turned, then, and began to stride away in precisely measured steps.
"Leona," I called.
She turned. "Yes?"
"I'm sorry for your sister." I took a step forward, and though I must have been more than twenty feet away from this girl, this exquisite giant, she took a step back.
Leona shook her head. "It was before me."
As I watched Leona walk away, I could see that her disclosure did not mean a door into her soul had opened slightly and forever, as it would have with Sissy. But I liked Leona, in spite of her imperiousness. In spite of what Sissy said. I felt linked to her: we were the best riders here.
- Mary Abbott knelt beside my bunk.
"Thea," she whispered. "Thea."
I opened my eyes. There was no moon, and the cabin was dark as coal. I saw Mary Abbott by the flash of her pale skin. My chest felt tight.
Yes, I wanted to say, but my voice would not come.
"Your breathing," Mary Abbott said, "it woke me."
I sat up too quickly and banged my head on the bottom of Eva's bunk, which I hadn't done since my first morning here. My hair caught, my scalp burned. I tried to speak again and my voice came out as a bark.
"You don't sound well."
I shook my head and began to cry. I couldn't speak, I could barely breathe. When I'd gone to sleep I'd only had a cold. I'd felt a bit achy, but otherwise fine.
Sissy came to me then, and pushed Mary Abbott aside. She took my hand and felt my forehead.
"Fetch Henny." Mary Abbott disappeared.
Sissy freed my hair from the metal netting. "Lie back," she whispered.
"Thea?" Eva's head hung over the bed.
I tried to speak-Nothing, I wanted to say-but Sissy shook her head.
"Quiet."
Sissy wasn't allowed to accompany me to the Castle, where I spent the night in the windowless infirmary. Mrs. Holmes checked on me every hour while I slept fitfully, alone for the first time in months, nothing to lull me to sleep but the sound of the wind disturbing the trees. I had become used to the sounds girls made: Gates snored lightly when she first fell asleep, and occasionally Sissy spoke to herself, in nonsense, until Victoria reached down and tapped her. And there was always the heavy sound of breathing to soothe when I woke and believed, for the briefest instant, that I was at home in my own bed, where I used to belong.
I fell into a delirium. Mrs. Holmes was careful not to touch me when she slid the thermometer in my mouth, held it there with the tip of her finger against my tongue's thrusts.
"Leave it, Thea." But I would not, my quiet resistance.
"Mother," I said.
"She's not here, Thea," she said quietly.
My breathing became more labored as the night wore on; my fever rose. Each time I woke I thought I was home.
Another figure followed Mrs. Holmes into the room-by this time, perhaps, I truly was delirious-I saw the sharp, slim outline of a tall man.
"Sam," I called.
"Hush," Mrs. Holmes said.
Mother would come to me, once she learned that I was ill. She would have to.
- When I opened my eyes again, Mrs. Holmes and a man-the doctor, I knew-stood over me.
"May I examine you, Thea?" he asked.
I covered my heart with my hand, embarra.s.sed. I wondered if he'd lifted my gown to hear. Even through my stuffed nose, the doctor smelled musty. He didn't wear a white doctor's coat, like my father did when he saw patients. He wore instead a regular suit. It was Sunday, he had made a special trip to see me. He was short and fat, he matched Mrs. Holmes better than Mr. Holmes did. His wife was probably tall and slender; that was how the world worked.
He took my wrist in his hand and pressed his fingers to it, to feel my pulse.
"She rode in the rain for hours last week," Mrs. Holmes said, "she chilled herself to the bone. And," she added, and lowered her voice, "she's been very homesick."
"An equestrienne?"
"Yes," I said. Mrs. Holmes went to the closet and pulled out a stack of white towels; I saw a reflection of myself in a mirror that was nailed to the door as it swung shut. I looked very pale. "All the girls ride," Mrs. Holmes said, as if it were an unavoidable, slightly disappointing activity.
I wondered if she was angry at Mr. Albrecht-whom she seemed to like, who sat at the head table with the Holmes family-for letting me ride in the rain.
"I didn't make myself sick," I said. I wasn't the kind of girl who would do that.
Mrs. Holmes said nothing. Mr. Holmes had become easy to read, for me; his face was always moving in response to the things girls said, always expressing pleasure or dismay or confusion, but Mrs. Holmes was entirely self-composed, a trait I admired in spite of myself. I would like to learn to be that composed. Her clothes were so old-fas.h.i.+oned, of another era: her skirt that fell to the floor, her cameo that closed her blouse at the neck to prevent even the tiniest glimpse of skin. The Holmeses were considered progressive: they'd done away with sidesaddle when they'd taken over, for which I, at least, was grateful. And under the Holmeses' direction, many girls applied to ladies' colleges as seniors, and though some married before they could go, many actually went. And yet here Mrs. Holmes sat like a relic of an earlier time.
The doctor felt my neck. "An illness is a mysterious and often inexplicable event, Mrs. Holmes. To know its cause would mean that you knew more than G.o.d, Mrs. Holmes. Knew more than science."
Mrs. Holmes murmured, but the murmur gave away neither a.s.sent nor dissent, and the doctor chuckled and winked at me, asked me to sit up so that he could place the cold stethoscope, warmed by his breath, on my back. I wore only my nightgown, no underclothes.
I was nearly naked in front of this man. My chest ached, and it pained me to breathe deeply, but still I was ashamed.
I closed my eyes and took deep breaths when the doctor asked me to. I was relieved I was not at home, because then Father would have examined me and seen me unclothed. But if I were at home, I would have been well.
"A bad cold," the doctor announced when he was done. I liked him. He had taken my side.
- There was a knock on the door and I put down my book.
"Come in," I called.
It was Mr. Holmes. He was wearing a suit; it was Wednesday, camp life continued without me. Everyone here dressed formally; Mr. Albrecht wore a black show coat with his breeches, and the female teachers wore nice, if plain, dresses. I smoothed the covers over my lap.
He folded himself into the chair by my bed, which seemed too small for him.
"h.e.l.lo," he said, and smiled. He was too tall to ride horses, it would be hard for him to keep his balance. Maybe if he had learned when he was a child, but it was almost impossible to teach a tall adult how to ride. It should feel strange, I knew, to be alone in a room with a man who was not family for the first time in my life. And yet it did not.
"h.e.l.lo. How are you today?"
"I'm just fine. I should be asking that of you. Do you feel better?"
I nodded.
"What are you reading?" He gestured to my book.
"Howards End."
"Do you like to read?"
"I love books."
He picked up the book and examined its cover. "I love them, too. There's such cruelty and such goodness in Forster's world. But I don't want to ruin it for you. I see you're only halfway through."
"That could be said of any book, couldn't it?" I asked shyly. But I knew I was correct. "If the people in them are real."
"I suppose it could."
I could tell I had surprised and pleased Mr. Holmes. We were quiet for a moment.
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