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Chapter 7:
Contextual worksheet!

Keith Tankard
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Updated: 4 March 2014
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Walter, still trying to avoid contact with Frances, is trapped into teaching her a certain piece of piano music.

Victor catches them together, realises that Walter is a threat to his claim on Frances, and so formulates a cunning plan to claim her permanently for himself.

In the meantime, word reaches St Matthias that Reverend Hubert Brompton of Mbokothwe has gone mad, and Walter sets off to rescue him.



READ THE FOLLOWING PASSAGE:

Victor scanned her. This time the game was hers. She was playing with him, pretending not to care. But he knew her. He knew she was afraid he'd go and leave her there at St Matthias. Not come back. There was an escape for him. But not for her. Not without him. "Tell Uncle Charles not to expect me before tomorrow afternoon, if at all. I'll send a message."

She continued to feed the chickens, ignoring him.

"Goodbye then," he said carelessly as he swung Hector round and sat back in the saddle as the horse sprang forward.

She would watch him go, fighting not to call him back: an equal challenge. He would not turn, goaded though he felt to see if she still stood there. That would vex her!

Or would it?

He could not be sure any more. Suddenly, the certainties evaded him. He had achieved, with ease, all that was expected of him, and yet some obscure disquiet remained. Success had always been assumed for him by others; his ability to impress far beyond his triumphs on cricket pitch and rugby field, far beyond his elegant essays and competent Mathematics and the open admiration of the young ladies of Grahamstown, the hero-worship of new boys, competing to fag for him, to carry his boots, fold his rugger jersey, make his tea in the prefects' study. And on leaving school, the universal predictions of his "brilliant future" hung like a sword above his head as did his mother's vanity and her fond incomprehension of his needs, as did Aunt Emily's aspirations, thrust on him because Crispin was unable to fulfil her hopes.

In compensation for usurping Crispin's place he had protected him, both at school and at home. In consequence, Crispin would die for him -- a word, a gesture would suffice. It was another burden, heaped on all the other fulsome presumptions.

Only Frances knew the truth. She understood his fears too well -- Victor, the hero, had cracks in his armour -- and if, subconsciously, he had relied on her to shield him from discovery, such knowledge still remained a powerful weapon in her hand. It hadn't mattered until now. She was his. Devoted since he had first come to the mission. And yet, despite this, he had always known that Frances could match him, could lead as well as follow. And could also go. But the possibility of a usurper had not occurred to him before and the unlikeliness of his competitor left him suddenly exposed. The game must end. Swiftly. Before she changed her mind and slipped beyond his reach. He would not relinquish her -- she was the constant, the only insurance against his own vulnerability: the memory of a cold nursery, empty of real affection, of the imaginary ghost of his father, blood-stained, bearing the body of O'Flaherty up the stairs at night, shouldering his way into his childhood room, listening for his hidden cry in the dead ear of his pillow. The spectre of that father followed him -- deified by his mother -- virtues entombed: ribbons, medals, ornamental swords.

It was imperative that he should be a hero too.

Have you looked at the questions
in the right column?
TEST YOURSELF!
Read the left column and then answer
the following questions:



As children, Victor and Frances had played many games.
  • What was Victor's favourite? Why? (6)

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Why did Victor think that his present actions would vex Frances? (4)

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Why was Frances ignoring him? (4)

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Why had "success always been assumed" for Victor? (5)

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Why did "the universal predictions" of his "brilliant future" hang "like a sword" above his head? (5)

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The author states that "Victor, the hero, had cracks in his armour".
  • What is meant by this? Why did this make Frances so important to him? (8)

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Whom does Victor see as the "usurper"? Do you think Victor is correct in viewing this person as a possible usurper? (4)

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"The game must end. Swiftly. Before she changed her mind and slipped beyond his reach."
  • What does Victor do to end the game "swiftly" so as to prevent Frances slipping beyond his reach? (5)

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"The memory of a cold nursery, empty of real affection, of the imaginary ghost of his father, blood-stained, bearing the body of O'Flaherty up the stairs at night, shouldering his way into his childhood room, listening for his hidden cry in the dead ear of his pillow. The spectre of that father followed him -- deified by his mother -- virtues entombed: ribbons, medals, ornamental swords."
  • How many words in the above passage can be linked to death? (6)

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  • Bearing that in mind, comment on the image contained in the above words. (6)

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