traffic across the lake and part of the series leading up to the great
castle on the Horns of Hittern that the Moslems destroyed when they
drove the crusaders out of the Holy Land. Ella's grandfather purchased
it during the Allenby administration, but it was a ruin until she did it
up after the war of independence.
The care with which the alterations had been made so as not to spoil the
romantic beauty of the site was a tribute to Ella Kadesh's artistic
vision, which was completely at odds with the woman herself.
She was enormous; not simply fat or tall, but big. Her hands and her
feet were huge, her fingers clustered with rings and semi-precious
stones and her toenails through the open sandals were painted a glaring
crimson, as if to flaunt their size. She stood as tall as David but the
tent-like dress that billowed about her was covered with great explosive
designs that enhanced her bulk until she seemed to make up two of him.
She wore a wig of tiered curls, flaming red in colour and dangling gold
earrings.
It seemed she must have applied her eye make-up with a spade, and her
rouge with a spray gun. She removed the thin black cheroot from her
mouth and kissed Debra before she turned to study David. Her voice was
gravelly, hoarse with cheroot smoke and brandy.
I had not expected you to be so beautiful she said, and Debra quailed at
the expression in David's eyes. I do not like beauty. It is so often
deceptive, or inconsequential. It usually hides something deadly, like
the glittering beauty of the cobra, or like the pretty wrapper of a
candy bar, it contains cloying sweetness and a soft centre. She shook
the stiffly lacquered curls of her wig, and fixed David with her shrewd
little eyes. No, I prefer ugliness to beauty.
David smiled at her with all his charms upon display. Yes, he agreed,
having met you, and seen some of your work, I can understand that.
She let out a cackle of raucous laughter, and clapped the cheroot back
in her mouth. Well now, at the very least we are not dealing with a
chocolate soldier. She placed a huge masculine arm about David's
shoulders and led him to meet the company.
They were a mixed dozen, all intellectuals, artists, writers, teachers,
journalists, and David was content to sit beside Debra in the mild
sunshine and enjoy the beer and the amusing conversation. However, Ella
would not let him relax for long and when they sat down to the
gargantuan alfresco meal of cold fish and poultry, she attacked him
again.
Your martial airs and affectations, your pomp and finery. A plague on
it I say, a pox on your patriotism, and courage, on your fearlessness
and your orders of chivalry. It is all sham and pretence, an excuse for
you to stink up the earth with piles of carrion.
I wonder if you will feel the same when a platoon of Syrian infantry
break in here to rape you, David challenged her.
My boy, I find it so difficult to get laid these days that I should pray
for such a heaven-sent opportunity. She let out a mighty hoot of
laughter and her wig slipped forward at an abandoned angle. Nothing was
safe from her, and she pushed the wig back into place and streamed
straight into the attack again.
