On 4 August 1914, in breach of international law, her own treaty obligations, common sense and common human decency, Germany sent her armies across the frontier into Belgium and laid siege to Liège. The policy of Schrecklichkeit, or frightfulness, was immediately activated. The people of Belgium were to be terrorised into offering no resistance, for the Schlieffen Plan did not permit of delays for any cause. Paris must be entered not more than six weeks after German mobilisation. The Germans persuaded themselves besides that any Belgian resistance, apart from that offered, to their astonishment, by the Belgian army, was illegal, and might be punished by the severest methods.So hostages were taken to secure good civilian behaviour,and when that did not work, were shot: six at Warsage on the first day of the invasion. Simultaneously the village of Battice was burned to the ground, "as an example". [See Barbara Tuchman, The Guns of August, New York: Dell 1963, pp. 198-359] On 5 August some Belgian priests were shot out of hand on the pretext that they had been organising sharpshooters. On 6 August Zeppelins bombed Liège, thus inaugurating a standard twentieth-century practice, as Barbara Tuchman points out. On 16 August Liège fell, after a defence which excited the world's admiration. On 19 August, at a place called Aerschot, 150 civilians were killed. On 20 August Brussels was occupied.
For all we have and are,As Charles Carrington, who himself fought through the war as an infantry officer, notes:
For all our children's fate,
Stand up and take the war.
The Hun is at the gate!
Our world has passed away,
In wantonness o'erthrown.
There is nothing left to-day
But steel and fire and stone!
Though all we knew depart,
The old Commandments stand:—
"In courage keep your heart,
In strength lift up your hand."
Once more we hear the word
That sickened earth of old:—
"No law except the Sword
Unsheathed and uncontrolled."
Once more it knits mankind,
Once more the nations go
To meet and break and bind
A crazed and driven foe...
... the ferocity of the German war machine grew more apparent. In January 1915 the first air-raids were made on undefended English towns; and in February the German Admiralty announced its policy of unrestricted submarine warfare. Rudyard's reaction took the form of three short stories written that winter, "Swept and Garnished" written in October,"Sea Constables" in February, and "Mary Postgate"in March. Critical responses
...as a final horror,something that may not come across to the modern reader, but reminds me of how I was told again and again as a small child, that the Germans had cut off the little Belgian boys' right arms so that they could never serve their country. In the story it is implied very quietly. The sister plucks at the little boy's sleeve to take him away, and he cries out in pain. 'What is that for?', said Frau Ebermann., 'To cry in a room where a poor lady is sick is very inconsiderate. 'Oh, but look, lady!' said the elder girl. Frau Ebermann looked and saw.
When Kipling assembled these tales in 1917, the world had changed, and the last two tales in the book, "Swept and Garnished" and "Mary Postgate", bear witness to it. These two dreadful tales assault the mind. They are the utterances of deep outrage. Both have, at times, if read quickly, the quality of a hardly suppressed scream. This, though painful, is integral to both, since both describe a repressed horror that in the end breaks out. "Swept and Garnished", first published in January 1915, has the nature of an immediate - almost a headlong - act of reprisal...See also Mary Hamer's essay "Kipling and Dreams".
We can dismiss any suggestion that this was meant to be a supernatural story. The public missile should vibrate with the public conviction. Moreover, those of his characters who touch the supernatural, with the not very significant exception of Hummil in "At the End of the Passage", do so in health and in their right minds. But the suffering of children was a dangerous incentive to Kipling, and at times it looks as if the ghostly company, who are waiting in the enemy's capital city till their people come for them, were rather an inflamed vision of his own than a likely hallucination of the old lady.
Publication First published in January 1915 in The Century Magazine with illustrations by John a Williams, and in Nash's and Pall Mall Magazine with an illustration by Fortunino Matania. Collected in A Diversity of Creatures in 1917. Also collected in:
It is the Autumn of 1914, in the early months of the Great War. Frau Ebermann, a well to do elderly woman, in her well appointed Berlin flat, has a touch of influenza. Hot and feverish, she takes to her bed. She takes great pleasure in the spotlessness of her surroundings, the green plush sofa, the yellow cut-glass handles of the chest of drawers, the mauve enamel finger plates on the doors, all in order. Her maid makes her comfortable, and reports on the latest news from the Western Front in Belgium; 'another victory, many more prisoners and guns'. Suddenly she sees a young child in the room, and soon after, four more. She tells them to go home, but they tell her they have no homes to go to; 'there isn't anything left'. They have been told to wait until their people come for them. They are from two villages whose names Frau Ebermann knows, because she had read in the papers that those villages had been punished, 'wiped out, stamped flat.' Her son had sent letters from the front, saying that some children had been hurt by the horses and guns. The little visitors tell her that there are hundreds and thousands of them. One little boy is badly hurt, with an empty sleeve where he may have lost his arm. They show her their wounds, and leave, saying au revoir. Frau Ebermann is found on her knees by the maid, mopping the floor because it was spotted with blood. |