บทที่ บทที่ 18 · 第18章
The unhappy event which has been narrated could not have happened at a
worse juncture. For it was close on the heel of the suppressed
insurrections, an after-time very critical to naval authority, demanding
from every English sea-commander two qualities not readily
interfusable--prudence and rigour. Moreover, there was something crucial
in the case.
In the jugglery of circumstances preceding and attending the event on
board the _Indomitable_, and in the light of that martial code whereby
it was formally to be judged, innocence and guilt, personified in
Claggart and Budd, in effect changed places.
In the legal view, the apparent victim of the tragedy was he who had
sought to victimise a man blameless; and the indisputable deed of the
latter, navally regarded, constituted the most heinous of military
crimes. Yet more. The essential right and wrong involved in the matter,
the clearer that might be, so much the worse for the responsibility of a
loyal sea-commander, inasmuch as he was authorised to determine the
matter on that primitive legal basis.
Small wonder then that the _Indomitable’s_ captain, though in general a
man of rigid decision, felt that circumspectness not less than
promptitude was necessary. Until he could decide upon his course, and in
each detail, and not only so, but until the concluding measure was upon
the point of being enacted, he deemed it advisable, in view of all the
circumstances, to guard as much as possible against publicity. Here he
may or may not have erred. Certain it is, however, that subsequently in
the confidential talk of more than one or two gun-rooms and cabins he
was not a little criticised by some officers, a fact imputed by his
friends, and vehemently by his cousin Jack Denton, to professional
jealousy of Starry Vere. Some imaginative ground for invidious comment
there was. The maintenance of secrecy in the matter, the confining all
knowledge of it for a time to the place where the homicide occurred--the
quarter-deck cabin; in these particulars lurked some resemblance to the
policy adopted in those tragedies of the palace which have occurred more
than once in the capital founded by Peter the Barbarian, great chiefly
by his crimes.
The case was such that fain would the _Indomitable’s_ captain have
deferred taking any action whatever respecting it further than to keep
the foretopman a close prisoner till the ship rejoined the squadron, and
then submitting the matter to the judgment of his admiral.
But a true military officer is in one particular like a true monk. Not
with more of self-abnegation will the latter keep his vows of monastic
obedience than the former his vows of allegiance to martial duty.
Feeling that unless quick action was taken on it, the deed of the
foretopman, as soon as it should be known on the gun-decks, would tend
to awaken any slumbering embers of the Nore among the crew, a sense of
the urgency of the case overruled in Captain Vere every other
consideration. But though a conscientious disciplinarian he was no lover
of authority for mere authority’s sake. Very far was he from embracing
opportunities for monopolising to himself the perils of moral
responsibility, none at least that could properly be referred to an
official superior, or shared with him by his official equals, or even
subordinates. So thinking, he was glad it would not be at variance with
usage to turn the matter over to a summary court of his own officers,
reserving to himself, as the one on whom the ultimate accountability
would rest, the right of maintaining a supervision of it, or formally or
informally interposing at need. Accordingly a drum-head court was
summarily convened, he electing the individuals composing it--the first
lieutenant, the captain of marines, and the sailing-master.
In associating an officer of marines with the sea-lieutenant in a case
having to do with a sailor, the commander perhaps deviated from general
custom. He was prompted thereto by the circumstance that he took that
soldier to be a judicious person, thoughtful and not altogether
incapable of grappling with a difficult case unprecedented in his prior
experience. Yet even as to him he was not without some latent misgiving,
for withal he was an extremely good-natured man, an enjoyer of his
dinner, a sound sleeper, and inclined to obesity. The sort of man who,
though he would always maintain his manhood in battle, might not prove
altogether reliable in a moral dilemma involving aught of the tragic. As
to the first lieutenant and the sailing-master, Captain Vere could not
but be aware that though honest natures, of approved gallantry upon
occasion, their intelligence was mostly confined to the matter of active
seamanship, and the fighting demands of their profession. The court was
held in the same cabin where the unfortunate affair had taken place.
This cabin, the commander’s, embraced the entire area under the
poop-deck. Aft, and on either side, was a small state-room--the one room
temporarily a jail, and the other a dead-house--and a yet smaller
compartment leaving a space between, expanding forward into a goodly
oblong of length coinciding with the ship’s beam. A skylight of moderate
dimensions was overhead, and at each end of the oblong space were two
sashed port-hole windows easily convertible back into embrasures for
short carronades.
All being quickly in readiness, Billy Budd was arraigned, Captain Vere
necessarily appearing as the sole witness in the case, and as such
temporarily sinking his rank, though singularly maintaining it in a
matter apparently trivial, namely, that he testified from the ship’s
weather-side, with that object having caused the court to sit on the
lee-side. Concisely he narrated all that had led up to the catastrophe,
omitting nothing in Claggart’s accusation, and deposing as to the manner
in which the prisoner had received it. At this testimony the three
officers glanced with no little surprise at Billy Budd, the last man
they would have suspected, either of mutinous design alleged by
Claggart, or of the undeniable deed he himself had done. The first
lieutenant taking judicial primary, and turning toward the prisoner,
said, ‘Captain Vere has spoken. Is it or is it not as Captain Vere
says?’ In response came syllables not so much impeded in the utterance
as might have been anticipated. They were these:--
‘Captain Vere tells the truth. It is just as Captain Vere says, but it
is not as the master-at-arms said. I have eaten the King’s bread, and I
am true to the King.’
‘I believe you, my man,’ said the witness, his voice indicating a
suppressed emotion not otherwise betrayed.
‘God will bless you for that, your honour!’ not without stammering, said
Billy, and all but broke down. But immediately was recalled to
self-control by another question, to which with the same emotional
difficulty of utterance he said, ‘No, there was no malice between us. I
never bore malice against the master-at-arms. I am sorry that he is
dead. I did not mean to kill him. Could I have used my tongue I would
not have struck him. But he foully lied to my face, and in the presence
of my captain, and I had to say something, and I could only say it with
a blow. God help me!’
In the impulsive above-board manner of the frank one the court saw
confirmed all that was implied in words that just previously had
perplexed them coming as they did from the testifier to the tragedy, and
promptly following Billy’s impassioned disclaimer of mutinous
intent--Captain Vere’s words, ‘I believe you, my man.’
Next, it was asked of him whether he knew of or suspected aught
savouring of incipient trouble (meaning mutiny, though the explicit term
was avoided) going on in any section of the ship’s company.
The reply lingered. This was naturally imputed by the court to the same
vocal embarrassment which had retarded or obstructed previous answers.
But in main it was otherwise here; the question immediately recalling to
Billy’s mind the interview with the afterguardsman in the fore-chains.
But an innate repugnance to playing a part at all approaching that of an
informer against one’s own shipmates--the same erring sense of
uninstructed honour which had stood in the way of his reporting the
matter at the time, though as a loyal man-of-war’s man it was incumbent
on him, and failure so to do it charged against him and proven, would
have subjected him to the heaviest of penalties. This, with the blind
feeling now his, that nothing really was being hatched, prevailed with
him. When the answer came it was a negative.
‘One question more,’ said the officer of marines now first speaking, and
with a troubled earnestness. ‘You tell us that what the master-at-arms
said against you was a lie. Now why should he have so lied, so
maliciously lied, since you declare there was no malice between you?’
At that question, unintentionally touching on a spiritual sphere, wholly
obscure to Billy’s thoughts, he was nonplussed, evincing a confusion
indeed that some observers, such as can be imagined, would have
construed into involuntary evidence of hidden guilt. Nevertheless he
strove some way to answer, but all at once relinquished the vain
endeavour, at the same time turning an appealing glance towards Captain
Vere, as deeming him his best helper and friend. Captain Vere, who had
been seated for a time, rose to his feet, addressing the interrogator.
‘The question you put to him comes naturally enough. But how can he
rightly answer it, or anybody else? unless indeed it be he who lies
within there,’ designating the compartment where lay the corpse. ‘But
the prone one there will not rise to our summons. In effect though, as
it seems to me, the point you make is hardly material. Quite aside from
any conceivable motive actuating the master-at-arms, and irrespective of
the provocation of the blow, a martial court must needs in the present
case confine its attention to the blow’s consequence, which consequence
is to be deemed not otherwise than as the striker’s deed!’
This utterance, the full significance of which it was not at all likely
that Billy took in, nevertheless caused him to turn a wistful,
interrogative look toward the speaker, a look in its dumb expressiveness
not unlike that which a dog of generous breed might turn upon his
master, seeking in his face some elucidation of a previous gesture
ambiguous to the canine intelligence. Nor was the same utterance without
marked effect upon the three officers, more especially the soldier.
Couched in it seemed to them a meaning unanticipated, involving a
prejudgment on the speaker’s part. It served to augment a mental
disturbance previously evident enough.
The soldier once more spoke, in a tone of suggestive dubiety addressing
at once his associates and Captain Vere: ‘Nobody is present--none of the
ship’s company, I mean, who might shed lateral light, if any is to be
had, upon what remains mysterious in this matter.’
‘That is thoughtfully put,’ said Captain Vere; ‘I see your drift. Ay,
there is a mystery; but to use a Scriptural phrase, it is “a mystery of
iniquity,” a matter for psychological theologians to discuss. But what
has a military court to do with it? Not to add that for us, any possible
investigation of it is cut off by the lasting tongue-tie of--him--in
yonder,’ again designating the mortuary state-room. ‘The prisoner’s
deed. With that alone we have to do.’
To this, and particularly the closing reiteration, the marine soldier,
knowing not how aptly to reply, sadly abstained from saying aught. The
first lieutenant, who at the outset had not unnaturally assumed primacy
in the court, now over-rulingly instructed by a glance from Captain
Vere, a glance more effective than words, resumed that primacy. Turning
to the prisoner: ‘Budd,’ he said, and scarce in equable tones, ‘Budd, if
you have aught further to say for yourself, say it now.’
Upon this the young sailor turned another quick glance toward Captain
Vere; then, as taking a hint from that aspect, a hint confirming his own
instinct that silence was now best, replied to the lieutenant, ‘I have
said all, sir.’
The marine--the same who had been the sentinel without the cabin-door at
the time that the foretopman, followed by the master-at-arms, entered
it--he, standing by the sailor throughout their judicial proceedings,
was now directed to take him back to the after-compartment originally
assigned to the prisoner and his custodian. As the twain disappeared
from view, the three officers, as partially liberated from some inward
constraint associated with Billy’s mere presence, simultaneously stirred
in their seats. They exchanged looks of troubled indecision, yet feeling
that decide they must and without long delay, for Captain Vere was for
the time sitting unconsciously with his back toward them, apparently in
one of his absent fits, gazing out from a sashed port-hole to windward
upon the monotonous blank of the twilight sea. But the court’s silence
continuing, broken only at moments by brief consultations in low,
earnest tones, this seemed to assure him and encourage him. Turning, he
to and fro paced the cabin athwart; in the returning ascent to windward,
climbing the slant deck in the ship’s lee roll; without knowing it
symbolising thus in his action a mind resolute to surmount difficulties
even if against primitive instincts strong as the wind and the sea.
Presently he came to a stand before the three. After scanning their
faces he stood less as mustering his thoughts for expression, than as
one only deliberating how best to put them to well-meaning men not
intellectually mature, men with whom it was necessary to demonstrate
certain principles that were axioms to himself. Similar impatience as to
talking is perhaps one reason that deters some minds from addressing any
popular assemblies; under which head is to be classed most legislatures
in a democracy.
When speak he did, something both in the substance of what he said and
his manner of saying it, showed the influence of unshared studies
modifying and tempering the practical training of an active career.
This, along with his phraseology now and then, was suggestive of the
grounds whereon rested that imputation of a certain pedantry socially
alleged against him by certain naval men of wholly practical cast,
captains who nevertheless would frankly concede that His Majesty’s Navy
mustered no more efficient officers of their grade than _Starry Vere_.
What he said was to this effect: ‘Hitherto I have been but the witness,
little more; and I should hardly think now to take another tone, that of
your coadjutor, for the time, did I not perceive in you--at the crisis
too--a troubled hesitancy, proceeding, I doubt not, from the clashing of
military duty with moral scruple--scruple vitalised by compassion. For
the compassion, how can I otherwise but share it. But, mindful of
paramount obligation, I strive against scruples that may tend to
enervate decision. Not, gentlemen, that I hide from myself that the case
is an exceptional one. Speculatively regarded, it well might be referred
to a jury of casuists. But for us here, acting not as casuists or
moralists, it is a case practical and under martial law practically to
be dealt with.
‘But your scruples! Do they move as in a dusk? Challenge them. Make them
advance and declare themselves. Come now: do they impart something like
this: If, mindless of palliating circumstances, we are bound to regard
the death of the master-at-arms as the prisoner’s deed, then does that
deed constitute a capital crime whereof the penalty is a mortal one. But
in natural justice is nothing but the prisoner’s overt act to be
considered? Now can we adjudge to summary and shameful death a
fellow-creature innocent before God, and whom we feel to be so?--Does
that state it aright? You sign sad assent. Well, I too feel that, the
full force of that. It is Nature. But do these buttons that we wear
attest that our allegiance is to Nature? No, to the King. Though the
ocean, which is inviolate Nature primeval, though this be the element
where we move and have our being as sailors, yet as the King’s officers
lies our duty in a sphere correspondingly natural? So little is that
true, that in receiving our commissions we in the most important regards
ceased to be natural free agents. When war is declared, are we the
commissioned fighters previously consulted? We fight at command. If our
judgments approve the war, that is but coincidence. So in other
particulars. So now, would it be so much we ourselves that would condemn
as it would be martial law operating through us? For that law and the
rigour of it, we are not responsible. Our vowed responsibility is in
this: That however pitilessly that law may operate, we nevertheless
adhere to it and administer it.
‘But the exceptional in the matter moves the heart within you. Even so,
too, is mine moved. But let not warm hearts betray heads that should be
cool. Ashore in a criminal case will an upright judge allow himself off
the bench to be waylaid by some tender kinswoman of the accused seeking
to touch him with her tearful plea? Well, the heart here is as that
piteous woman. The heart is the feminine in man, and hard though it be,
she must here be ruled out.’
He paused, earnestly studying them for a moment; then resumed.
‘But something in your aspect seems to urge that it is not solely that
heart that moves in you, but also the conscience, the private
conscience. But tell me whether or not, occupying the position we do,
private conscience should not yield to that imperial one formulated in
the code under which alone we officially proceed?’
Here the three men moved in their seats, less convinced than agitated by
the course of an argument troubling but the more the spontaneous
conflict within. Perceiving which, the speaker paused for a moment; then
abruptly changing his tone, went on.
‘To steady us a bit, let us recur to the facts. In war-time at sea a
man-of-war’s man strikes his superior in grade, and the blow kills.
Apart from its effect, the blow itself is, according to the Articles of
War, a capital crime. Furthermore----’
‘Ay, sir,’ emotionally broke in the officer of marines, ‘in one sense it
was. But surely Budd purposed neither mutiny nor homicide.’
‘Surely not, my good man. And before a court less arbitrary and more
merciful than a martial one that plea would largely extenuate. At the
Last Assizes it shall acquit. But how here? We proceed under the law of
the Mutiny Act. In feature no child can resemble his father more than
that Act resembles in spirit the thing from which it derives--War. In
His Majesty’s service--in this ship indeed--there are Englishmen forced
to fight for the King against their will. Against their conscience, for
aught we know. Though as their fellow-creatures some of us may
appreciate their position, yet as Navy officers, what reck we of it?
Still less recks the enemy. Our impressed men he would fain cut down in
the same swath with our volunteers. As regards the enemy’s naval
conscripts, some of whom may even share our own abhorrence of the
regicidal French Directory, it is the same on our side. War looks but to
the frontage, the appearance. And the Mutiny Act, War’s child, takes
after the father. Budd’s intent or non-intent is nothing to the purpose.
‘But while, put to it by those anxieties in you which I cannot but
respect, I only repeat myself--while thus strangely we prolong
proceedings that should be summary, the enemy may be sighted and an
engagement result. We must do; and one of two things must we do--condemn
or let go.’
‘Can we not convict and yet mitigate the penalty?’ asked the junior
lieutenant, here speaking, and falteringly, for the first.
‘Lieutenant, were that clearly lawful for us under the circumstances,
consider the consequences of such clemency. The people’ (meaning the
ship’s company) ‘have native sense; most of them are familiar with our
naval usage and tradition; and how would they take it? Even could you
explain to them--which our official position forbids--they, long moulded
by arbitrary discipline, have not that kind of intelligent
responsiveness that might qualify them to comprehend and discriminate.
No, to the people the foretopman’s deed, however it be worded in the
announcement, will be plain homicide committed in a flagrant act of
mutiny. What penalty for that should follow, they know. But it does not
follow. _Why?_ they will ruminate. You know what sailors are. Will they
not revert to the recent outbreak at the Nore? Ay, they know the
well-founded alarm--the panic it struck throughout England. Your clement
sentence they would account pusillanimous. They would think that we
flinch, that we are afraid of them--afraid of practising a lawful rigour
singularly demanded at this juncture lest it should provoke new
troubles. What shame to us such a conjecture on their part, and how
deadly to discipline. You see then whither, prompted by duty and the
law, I steadfastly drive. But I beseech you, my friends, do not take me
amiss. I feel as you do for this unfortunate boy. But did he know our
hearts, I take him to be of that generous nature that he would feel even
for us on whom in this military necessity so heavy a compulsion is
laid.’
With that, crossing the deck, he resumed his place by the sashed
port-hole, tacitly leaving the three to come to a decision. On the
cabin’s opposite side the troubled court sat silent. Loyal lieges, plain
and practical, though at bottom they dissented from some points Captain
Vere had put to them, they were without the faculty, hardly had the
inclination to gainsay one whom they felt to be an earnest man, one,
too, not less their superior in mind than in naval rank. But it is not
improbable that even such of his words as were not without influence
over them, came home to them less than his closing appeal to their
instinct as sea-officers. He forecasted the practical consequences to
discipline (considering the unconfirmed tone of the fleet at the time),
if violent killing at sea by a man-of-war’s man of a superior in grade
were allowed to pass for aught else than a capital crime, and one
demanding prompt infliction of the penalty.
Not unlikely they were brought to something more or less akin to that
harassed frame of mind which in the year 1842 actuated the commander of
the U.S. brig-of-war _Somers_ to resolve, under the so-called Articles
of War, Articles modelled upon the English Mutiny Act, to resolve upon
the execution at sea of a midshipman and two petty officers as mutineers
designing the seizure of the brig. Which resolution was carried out
though in a time of peace and within not many days’ sail of home. An act
vindicated by a naval court of inquiry subsequently convened ashore.
History, and here cited without comment. True, the circumstances on
board the _Somers_ were different from those on board the _Indomitable_.
But the urgency felt, well warranted or otherwise, was much the same.
Says a writer whom few know, ‘Forty years after a battle it is easy for
a non-combatant to reason about how it ought to have been fought. It is
another thing personally and under fire to direct the fighting while
involved in the obscuring smoke of it. Much so with respect to other
emergencies involving considerations both practical and moral, and when
it is imperative promptly to act. The greater the fog the more it
imperils the steamer, and speed is put on though at the hazard of
running somebody down. Little ween the snug card-players in the cabin of
the responsibilities of the sleepless man on the bridge.’
In brief, Billy Budd was formally convicted and sentenced to be hung at
the yard-arm in the early morning-watch, it being now night. Otherwise,
as is customary in such cases, the sentence would forthwith have been
carried out. In war-time on the field or in the fleet, a mortal
punishment decreed by a drum-head court--on the field sometimes decreed
by but a nod from the general--follows without delay on the heel of
conviction without appeal.
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