colonel handed it back to Ishak. The latter glanced through it again and then looked at Aroff.
“Before you became a traitor, Aroff,” he said, “you used to be an intelligent man.” He tore the document in half and dropped the pieces on the table. “What has happened to you?”
“I am here to discuss terms, General.” Aroff’s voice was very carefully controlled.
Ishak flicked the torn paper away from him. “That discussion is ended. If you do not wish to make any personal explanation, then we will waste no more time. You may go.”
Aroff did not move. “The document, General, was intended as a basis for negotiations. It can be modified.”
Ishak shook his head. “It cannot be modified. You are not here to negotiate or to discuss terms. If you are not here to offer surrender, then we are wasting time.” He stood up. “You have five minutes to get back to your lines.”
Aroff hesitated, then he gave in. “On what terms would you accept a surrender, General?”
“I will tell you. Your masters say that they wish to avoid useless suffering and damage to property. So do I. On that point we agree. Very well. I will accept the surrender of all members of your rebel force who disarm themselves, form themselves into separate parties of not more than twenty-five, and march under flags of surrender to the square in front of the railroad station. Each party should appoint a leader who will carry the white flag, and every man must bring any food he has with him. All arms and ammunition must be left behind under guard in the Van Riebeeck square until our troops arrive there.”
“What treatment would those who surrender receive?”
“For the present they will be treated as if they were foreign prisoners of war under the terms of the Geneva Convention. Later, no doubt, after a year, perhaps, an amnesty will be granted. That is all, I think. Do those terms seem harsh to you, Aroff?”
Aroff shook his head.
Ishak smiled unpleasantly. “After what has happened, they seem to me absurdly lenient. Politicians’ terms, Aroff! You should be laughing.”
Aroff sighed. “You were good enough to say that I was an intelligent man, General. You would have more dignity if you treated me as one.”
“What more do you want, Aroff? A free pardon?”
“The list of exceptions, General. The list of those whose surrender will not be accepted.”
“Ah yes, the outlaws.” He held out his hand and Suparto gave him a paper. “Let us see. Sanusi, Roda, Aroff, Dahman… I am sorry to tell you that you are on the list. Shall I read any more?”
“If Major Suparto drew it up, I am sure it is complete.” Aroff looked straight at Suparto, and I was glad I could not see his eyes.
Suparto stared back impassively.
Ishak handed Aroff the paper. “Your masters will want to see that. They have half an hour in which to let us know that they accept our terms.”
“Terms, General?” Aroff said bitterly. “You mean a death sentence, surely!”
“No, Aroff.” Ishak’s eyes narrowed. “That sentence has been passed already. It is no longer a question of whether you all die or not, but only of how you die and of how many of your men die with you. We shall see now what value your leader puts on his men’s lives.” He turned to Suparto. “Send them back.”
Ishak began to walk towards the barrack entrance. Suparto moved after him quickly and said something. Ishak paused. I saw him glance back at me and then nod to Suparto before walking on.
Suparto came over to Aroff.
“Mr. Fraser is a foreigner and a non-combatant. Is it necessary for him to return with you?”
Aroff shrugged. “I don’t know. I suppose not.”
“It is very necessary,” I said.
They both stared at me.
Suparto frowned. “Why?”
“Roda left me in no doubt that he regards Miss Linden as a hostage.”
“That is absurd.”
“It wasn’t absurd yesterday, Major. You should know that.”
“The situation is now different.”
“Not for Miss Linden. She’s still up there in that apartment. I’m very grateful to you for the suggestion, but I think I must go back.”
He sighed irritably. “This is foolishness, Mr. Fraser. The woman is not your wife.”
“Perhaps Mr. Fraser has scruples about betraying those who trust him,” said Aroff.
Suparto stood absolutely still, his face a mask. For a moment he stared at Aroff, then he nodded to the lieutenant who was waiting to escort us back to the jeep.
Aroff was smiling as he turned away.
The jeep had been standing out in the sun and the metal on it was painful to touch. I made a clumsy job of turning it between the deep drains. My movements were hampered, too, by the staff captain, who was leaning forward across the back of my seat, pleading with Aroff.
“The list, Colonel. May I see the list?”
“Not now.”
“A man has a right to know if he is to die.”
“All men have to die, Captain.”
“If I could see the list.”
“Not while they are watching us. Have you no dignity?”
“For the love of Allah, tell me.”
“Are you a renegade? Did you formerly hold a commission from the Republic?”
“You know that I did, Colonel.”
“Then you will be on the list.”
I managed to get the jeep round at last and drove back towards the barricade. Behind me, the staff captain began to weep.
From this side of the canal crossing I could see the front of the cinema. Above the portico there was a big advertising cut-out. Next week, it said, they would be showing Samson and Delilah.
When we arrived back at the square, the shelling had stopped. The Ministry of Public Health had had a direct hit on the roof, and smoke was drifting up from the smouldering debris below. Outside the Air House there was a pile of rubble that seemed to have fallen from one of the upper floors. All over the square there were men still digging in. There was an insistent racket of machine-gun fire. It seemed to be coming from somewhere only two or three streets away.
Rosalie had been alone for nearly an hour and I was worried about her. The only time Aroff had spoken since we had re-crossed the canal had been to tell m to stop so that the wretched staff captain could remove the flag of truce. When we left the jeep, I drew him aside.
“I don’t think I can be much help to you with Roda, do you, Colonel?”
He thought for a moment and then he said: “No. This captain will escort you back. I will tell Roda that I ordered it.”
“Is there any reason why Miss Linden and I should remain here?”
“None, except that you would need Roda’s permission to leave. At this moment, it would not be wise to ask for it.”
“I see what you mean.”
“Besides, where would you go? The streets would be more dangerous for you than this place, and who would take you into his house at such a time?”
“Perhaps there will be a surrender?”
He shook his head. “They will never agree. They will dream of miraculous escapes. Ishak knows that. He is only humiliating us. He means to destroy us all.”
“If it rested with you, Colonel, would you accept?”
He shrugged wearily. “If it had rested with me, I would never have attempted to negotiate. I am not so afraid of death. Now, we have lost face and will die ashamed.” He hesitated and then gave me a little bow of dismissal.
