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the man with bandaged hands had been in the military hospital in rome for more than four months when by accident he heard about the burned patient and the nurse； heard her name。 he turned from the doorway and walked back into the clutch of doctors he had just passed； to discover where she was。 he had been recuperating there for a long time； and they knew him as an evasive man。 but now he spoke to them； asking about the name； and startled them。 during all that time he had never spoken； municating by signals and grimaces； now and then a grin。 he had revealed nothing； not even his name； just wrote out his serial number； which showed he was with the allies。
his status had been double…checked； and confirmed in messages from london。 there was the cluster of known scars on him。
so the doctors had e back to him； nodded at the bandages on him。 a celebrity； after all； wanting silence。 a war hero。
that was how he felt safest。 revealing nothing。 whether they came at him with tenderness or subterfuge or knives。 for more than four months he had not said a word。 he was a large animal in their presence； in near ruins when he was brought in and given regular doses of morphine for the pain in his hands。 he would sit in an armchair in the darkness； watching the tide of movement among patients and nurses in and out of the wards and stockrooms。
but now； walking past the group of doctors in the hall； he heard the woman’s name； and he slowed his pace and turned and came up to them and asked specifically which hospital she was working in。 they told him that it was in an old nunnery； taken over by the germans； then converted into a hospital after the allies had laid siege to it。 in the hills north of florence。 most of it torn apart by bombing。 unsafe。 it had been just a temporary field hospital。 but the nurse and the patient had refused to leave。
why didn’t you force the two of them down？
she claimed he was too ill to be moved。 we could have brought him out safely； of course； but nowadays there is no time to argue。 she was in rough shape herself。
is she injured？
no。 partial shell shock probably。 she should have been sent home。 the trouble is； the war here is over。 you cannot make anyone do anything anymore。 patients are walking out of hospitals。 troops are going awol before they get sent back home。
which villa？ he asked。
it’s one they say has a ghost in the garden。 san girolamo。 well； she’s got her own ghost； a burned patient。 there is a face； but it is unrecognizable。 the nerves all gone。 you can pass a match across his face and there is no expression。 the face is asleep。
who is he？ he asked。
we don’t know his name。
he won’t talk？
the clutch of doctors laughed。 no； he talks； he talks all the time； he just doesn’t know who he is。
where did he e from？
the bedouin brought him into siwa oasis。 then he was in pisa for a while； then。。。 one of the arabs is probably wearing his name tag。 he will probably sell it and we’ll get it one day； or perhaps they will never sell it。 these are great charms。 all pilots who fall into the desert—none of them e back with identification。 now he’s holed up in a tuscan villa and the girl won’t leave him。 simply refuses。 the allies housed a hundred patients there。 before that the germans held it with a small army； their last stronghold。 some rooms are painted； each room has a different season。 outside the villa is a gorge。 all this is about twenty miles from florence； in the hills。 you will need a pass； of course。 we can probably get someone to drive you up。 it is still terrible out there。 dead cattle。 horses shot dead； half eaten。 people hanging upside down from bridges。 the last vices of war。
pletely unsafe。 the sappers haven’t gone in there yet to clear it。 the germans retreated burying and installing mines as they went。 a terrible place for a hospital。 the smell of the dead is the worst。 we need a good snowfall to clean up this country。
we need ravens。
thank you。
he walked out of the hospital into the sun； into open air for the first time in months； out of the green…lit rooms that lay like glass in his mind。 he stood there breathing everything in； the hurry of everyone。 first； he thought； i need shoes with rubber on the bottom。 i need gelato。
he found it difficult to fall asleep on the train； shaking from side to side。 the others in the partment smoking。 his temple banging against the window frame。 everyone was in dark clothes； and the carriage seemed to be on fire with all the lit cigarettes。 he noticed that whenever the train passed a cemetery the travellers around him crossed themselves。 she’s in rough shape herself。
gelato for tonsils； he remembered。 acpanying a girl and her father to have her tonsils out。 she had taken one look at the ward full of other children and simply refused。 this； the most adaptable and genial of children； suddenly turned into a stone of refusal； adamant。 no one was ripping anything out of her throat though the wisdom of the day advised it。 she would live with it in； whatever “it” looked like。 he still had no idea what a tonsil was。
they never touched my head； he thought； that was strange。 the worst times were when he began to imagine what they would have done next； cut next。 at those times he always thought of his head。
a scurry in the ceiling like a mouse。
he stood with his valise at the far end of the hall。 he put the bag down and waved across the darkness and the intermittent pools of candlelight。 there was no clatter of footsteps as he walked towards her； not a sound on the floor； and that surprised her； was somehow familiar and forting to her； that he could approach this privacy of hers and the english patient’s without loudness。
as he passed the lamps in the long hall they flung his shadow forward ahead of him。 she turned up the wick on the oil lamp so it enlarged the diameter of light around her。 she sat very still； the book on her lap； as he came up to her and then crouched beside her like an uncle。
“tell me what a tonsil is。” her eyes staring at him。
“i keep remembering how you stormed out of the hospital followed by two grown men。” she nodded。
“is your