A gift for the beast. Might not the beast come for it ? The head, he
thought, appeared
to agree with him. Run away, said the head silent-
ly, go back to the others. It was a joke really — why should you
bother ? You were just wrong, that's all. A little headache, something
you ate, perhaps.
Go back, child, said the head silently.
are you doing
isn't anyone
out here all alone ? Aren't
you afraid
(p. 152)
of me ?"
to help you . Only me. And I'm the Beast."
Simon's mouth laboured, brought forth audible words.
"Pig's head on a stick ."
"Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill"
said the head. . . . "You knew, didn't you ? I'm part of you ? Close,
close, close ! I'm the reason why it's no go ? Why things are what
they are ?"
(p. 158)
The sticks fell and the mouth of the new circle crunched and screamed.
The beast was on its knees in the centre, its arms folded over its
face. It was crying out against the abominable
noise something
a body on the hill. The beast struggled forward, broke the ring and
fell over the steep edge of the rock to the sand by the water. At
once the crowd surged after it, poured down the rock, leapt on to
the beast, screamed,
struck, bit, tore. There
but the tearing
was full of strange,
were no words, and no
of teeth and claws.
of the
(p. 168)
with fiery eyes. Here
and there a larger pebble clung to its own air and was covered with
a coat of pearls.
The tide swelled in over the rain-pitted
smoothed everything
sand and
with a layer of silver. Now it touched the first
of the stains that seeped from the broken
body and the creatures
made a moving patch of light as they gathered at the edge. The water
rose further and dressed Simon's coarse hair with brightness. The
line of his cheek silvered and the turn of his shoulder
tured marble. The strange,
and trailing
lifted a fraction
busied themselves
became, sculp-
with their fiery eyes
his head. The body
of an inch from the sand and a bubble of air escaped
from the mouth with a wet plop. Then it turned gently in the water.
(pp. 169-170)
The rock struck Piggy a glancing blow from chin to knee ; the conch
exploded into a thousand white fragments
and ceased to exist. Piggy,
saying nothing, with no time for even a grunt, travelled
through the
air sideways from the rock, turning over as he went. The rock bounded
twice and was lost in the forest. Piggy fell forty feet and landed on
his back
across that square,
red rock in the sea. His head opened
and stuff came out and turned red. Piggy's arms and legs twitched
a bit, like a pig's after it has been killed. Then the sea breathed
in a long slow sigh, the water boiled white and pink over the rock ;
and when it went, sucking back again, the body of Piggy was gone.
(p. 200)

Title 蝿の王と四人の少年たち Author(s) 川口, 能久