‘Then we’ll quarter the dose,’ he said, rubbing his hands. He paused and calculated for a moment. ‘We’ll have one hundred and ninety-six raisins!’
‘Do you realise what that involves?’ I said. ‘They’ll take hours to prepare.’
‘What of it!’ he cried. ‘We’ll go tomorrow instead. We’ll soak the raisins overnight and then we’ll have all morning and afternoon to get them ready.’
And that was precisely what we did.
Now, twenty-four hours later, we were on our way. We had been walking steadily for about forty minutes and we were nearing the point where the lane curved around to the right and ran along the crest of the hill toward the big wood where the pheasants lived. There was about a mile to go.
‘I don’t suppose by any chance these keepers might be carrying guns?’ I asked.
‘All keepers carry guns,’ Claud said.
I had been afraid of that.
‘It’s for the vermin mostly.’
‘Ah.’
‘Of course there’s no guarantee they won’t take a pot at a poacher now and again.’
‘You’re joking.’
‘Not at all. But they only do it from behind. Only when you’re running away. They like to pepper you in the legs at about fifty yards.’
‘They can’t do that!’ cried. ‘It’s a criminal offence!’
‘So is poaching,’ Claud said.
We walked on awhile in silence. The sun was below the high hedge on our right now and the lane was in shadow.
‘You consider yourself lucky this isn’t thirty years ago,’ he went on. ‘They used to shoot you on sight in those days.’
‘Do you believe that?’
‘I know it,’ he said. ‘Many’s the night when I was a nipper I’ve gone into the kitchen and seen my old dad lying face downward on the table and Mum standing over him digging the grapeshot out of his buttocks with a potato knife.’
‘Stop,’ I said. ‘It makes me nervous.’
‘You believe me, don’t you?’
‘Yes, I believe you.’
‘Toward the end he was so covered in tiny little white scars he looked exactly like it was snowing.’
‘Yes,’ I said. ‘All right.’
‘Poacher’s arse, they used to call it,’ Claud said. ‘And there wasn’t a man in the whole village who didn’t have a bit of it one way or another. But my dad was the champion.’
‘Good luck to him,’ I said.
‘I wish to hell he was here now,’ Claud said, wistful. ‘He’d have given anything in the world to be coming with us on this job tonight.’
‘He could take my place,’ I said. ‘Gladly.’
We had reached the crest of the hill and now we could see the wood ahead of us, huge and dark with the sun going down behind the trees and little sparks of gold shining through.
‘You’d better let me have those raisins,’ Claud said.