The Military Philosophers - Anthony Powell [66]
‘Major Jenkins ..
‘Major Prasad?’
He seemed a little embarrassed about something. I hoped it was nothing like damp sheets, a problem that might spread to the rest of us. Prasad was still wearing breeches and boots and his Sam Browne.
‘There’s a room with a bath,’ he said.
‘Yes – General Asbjornsen’s.’
Prasad seemed unhappy. There was a long pause.
‘I want it,’ he said at last.
That blunt statement surprised me.
‘I’m afraid General Asbjornsen got there first.’
I thought it unnecessary to add that baths were not for mere majors like ourselves, especially when there was only one. Majors were lucky enough to be allowed a basin. I saw how easy it might become to describe the hardness of conditions when one had first joined the army. The declaration was also quite unlike Prasad’s apparent appreciation of such things.
‘But I need it.’
‘I agree it would be nice to have one, but he is a general – a lieutenant-general, at that.’
Prasad was again silent for a few seconds. He was certainly embarrassed, though by no means prepared to give up the struggle.
‘Can you ask General Asbjornsen to let me have it, Major Jenkins?’
He spoke rather firmly. This was totally unlike Prasad, so quiet, easy going, outwardly impregnated with British army ‘good form’. I was staggered. Apart from anything else, the request was not a reasonable one. For a major to eject a general from his room in the small hours of the morning was a grotesque conception. It looked as if it might be necessary to embark on an a priori disquisition regarding the Rules and Disciplines of War, which certainly laid down that generals had first option where baths were concerned. It was probably Rule One. I indicated that a major – even a military attaché, in a sense representing his own country – could not have a bathroom to himself, if three generals, themselves equally representative, were all of them at least theoretically, in the running. I now saw how lucky I was that neither Bobrowski nor Philidor had shown any sign of considering himself slighted by being allotted a bathless room. In fact Prasad’s claim did not merit serious discussion. I tried to put that as tactfully as possible. Prasad listened respectfully. He was not satisfied. I could not understand what had come over him. I changed the ground of argument, abandoning seniority of rank as reason, pointing out that General Asbjornsen had won the bath by right of conquest. He had led the way up the stairs, the first man – indeed, the first general – to capture the position. Prasad would not be convinced. There was another long pause. I wondered whether we should stay up all night. Prasad gave the impression of having a secret weapon, battery he preferred not to unmask unless absolutely necessary. However, it had to come into action at last.
‘It’s my religion,’ he said.
He spoke now apologetically. This was an entirely unexpected aspect.
‘Oh, I see.’
I tried to play for time, while I thought up some answer.
‘So I must have it,’ Prasad said.
He spoke with absolute finality.
‘Of course, I appreciate, Major Prasad, that what you have said makes a difference.’
He did not reply. He saw his projectile had landed clean on the target. I was defeated. The case was unanswerable, especially in the light of my instructions. Prasad looked sorry at having been forced to bring matters to this point. He looked more than sorry; terribly upset.
‘So can I have the bathroom?’
I buttoned up my battledress blouse again.
‘I’ll make certain enquiries.’
‘I’m sorry to be so much trouble.’
‘Wait a moment, Major Prasad.’
By a great piece of good fortune, General Asbjornsen was still in the bar. He and Bobrowski had not stopped arguing, though the subject had shifted from skiing boots to tactics. Asbjornsen was perhaps getting the worst of it, because his expression recalled more than ever the craggy features of Monsieur 0rn, the Norwegian at La Grenadière, who had such a row with Monsieur Lundquist, the Swede, for sending ‘sneaks’ over the net at tennis. I hoped no similar display of short temper was in the offing.