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Chapter 33

We had been waiting outside the office door for a few minutes, mostly in silence with only the odd comment being passed between us and nothing about the incident that had brought us to this wait, before McQuade strode up with a serious countenance and unlocked the door. We were all ushered into the outer office and there he addressed us.
"You know why you are here, and I am sure you are aware that MacKay has briefed me on this incident. Now the reason I have asked for you all is so that I can be sure of the facts of the situation because this is a very serious matter. To achieve this, I will call each of you in, in turn and ask you much the same questions that I will have asked the person before you. When I have finished with you, you are to leave the office and return to your dorm. But you are not to discuss this matter with anyone else unless I specifically give you permission to. If I find out that any of you have talked out of turn, the least you can expect will be a few detentions. Do I make myself clear?" McQuade told and asked us.
There was a chorus of "Yes Sir," from all of us and then we fell silent again.
"MacKay, you will stay in the office with me in case I need some clarification on anything. Now, let's see, Hoffman, we will hear from you first." McQuade ordered and opening the door to the inner office entered it followed by John and Matthew Hoffman in that order. Matthew was told to close the door, and after that we could not hear anything more than a faint rumbling of voices. Certainly there was no way we could make out what was being said. Matthew was in the office for less than five minutes and then he left saying nothing as he walked straight out with a small grin on his face as he looked at Dawid.
A few moments later the door opened again and John called Bruce Archer in. There was a similar length of wait before he walked out and smiled at us as we waited. Simon Buys was the next and he was followed Andrew Kidson. Mark Thomson was next and then finally me, leaving only Oliver Martyn and Dawid van Heerdon left. When Mark came out of the office he told me that I had to go in and that he had to wait with Oliver and Dawid to make sure there was no further fighting.

I was surprised at myself because as I walked into the office, I realised that I was actually quite nervous; but McQuades first statement put me at ease somewhat.
"Van der Westehuizen I am pleased to say that MacKay here has had some very good and encouraging things to say about you. That is good and I commend you to keep up the good effort. Well done." He started off.
"Thank you sir." I was not sure what else to say or even if I should have said anything at all.
"Now I understand you intervened in a little altercation between van Heerdon and Martyn this morning, am I right?"
"Yes sir." I answered.
"Tell me about it and what made you do something."
"Well, I have always been the smallest amongst the people I have mixed with until coming to boarding school. For the most part I have been treated very well and when I saw what van Heerdon was doing to Martyn I knew that I would not have liked it being done to me so I went over to talk to van Heerdon and get him to stop being mean to Martyn." I explained.
"And some others joined you in trying to stop the bullying?"
"Yes sir, Thomson, Buys and Kidson came over and backed me up." I replied.
"And I believe that the four of you, in a way, offered to help protect Martyn?"
John had certainly given McQuade a lot of detail, or it had come out in his question of the other three.
"Not exactly protection, sir. We told Martyn to come to us if van Heerdon gave him any more trouble."
"Ah yes, I see, a subtle difference. But I understand that Martyn told you that he could fight his own battles. Is that right?"
"Yes, he told us he believed he could handle van Heerdon because he holds a yellow belt in Judo, Sir."
"So this evening, you all decided to just wait and see van Heerdon get what you considered his just deserts?"
"Yes sir. But we were ready to intervene if we felt it necessary." I clarified.
"Ok. Thank you. Now in your own words I want you to tell me what happened in the showers."
I described to McQuade what I had seen and made sure to mention the threat or promise that Martyn had made and how he had ignored the first taunts from van Heerdon and had done nothing until van Heerdon made a move to grab his privates. I also made sure that McQuade knew that Oliver had not taken further advantage of van Heerdon's incapacitation and had stepped away rather than lay into the guy any further.
"Thank you van der Westehuizen. You have shown me tonight that MacKay was not wrong in the things he has said about you. Keep it up and you will do well in this school. Now please go back outside and wait with Thomson and van Heerdon. Send Martyn into me next please." McQuade instructed.

I left the office feeling rather proud of myself and after telling Oliver to go in, sat down with Mark and told him I too had been told to wait.
"What do you think will happen?" Dawid asked, unable to contain himself any longer.
"Apart from the fact that we are not allowed to discuss this anyone, and so that includes you, I have no experience of this and so don't have a clue." I answered.
"Same here." Mark said and we all fell silent for a while.
"I reckon MacKay is going to choose you as his skivvy." Mark said to me.
"Well, I kind of hope so. If we have to skivvy, then I think he is one of the better ones to skivvy for." I replied.
"You mean you think you will be happy to be a skivvy? That's a kaffir's[i] job. They are not going to get me to skivvy." Dawid interjected.
"Firstly, it is a tradition that while not necessarily approved of, it is overlooked by the staff because it is largely harmless and actually can help with discipline and character building." Mark said.
"And secondly, I don't mind helping someone out a bit and if that helps me to be treated a bit better, then it is worth it." I added.
"No ways, I'm no muntoo[ii] and I am not going to be doing a black's work." Van Heerdon was adamant.
"I think you will be changing your tune soon enough." I suggested and left it at that because the door opened and a rather sullen looking Oliver came out with John just behind him, and John told Dawid to go in the office.
Once the door had closed, Oliver turned to us with a huge grin on his face. "I don't know what you guys said in there, but it sure seems to have been good for me. Thank you."
"I guess you are not allowed to tell us what happened to you in there?" I asked not able to contain my curiosity.
"Not really, but you will find out soon enough anyway. I got told that I had done well to resist beating the shit out of him, but that I should have gone to McQuade this morning and told him I was having a problem with Dawid rather than taking it into my own hands. And because of that, I have to receive some punishment. So I am getting one detention and have to sweep out McQuade's flat this week." Oliver told us.
We sat in silence for a bit longer and then heard a bit of wail and guessed incorrectly that Dawid was getting a caning. But in fact, he had been told he could expect to get at least six of the best, and possible some detentions and other manual labour punishments on top of that. Also a letter would be sent to his parents. It was the news of the letter that had caused him to cry out in despair because he knew that this would bring further punishment when he got home. Also it meant that he would have to go to bed and try to sleep, knowing that his punishment was going to be decided by the headmaster of the school and not just a housemaster. Thus at some stage the next day, he would be summoned to the head's office to hear of his fate. The wait would be another humbling and nerve wracking experience for this arrogant boy who thought he was better than most.

I learned much later that there was a procedure for this sort of matter and unless it was deemed to be of great urgency, the housemaster wrote a report that was then typed up by the secretary and given back to the housemaster to check. The housemaster usually got the opportunity to do the checking at morning tea time. If there were no corrections to be made this was then given to the headmaster who would read it in due course. As a result, Dawid had to wait until the last period of the day before learning that he had to report to the headmaster's office immediately after lunch. At lunch, McQuade came to us at our table and told us that we should not leave our dormitory for a while after lunch just in case we were to be called to tell our story again in front of the head. But he did tell us he thought this would not be likely because of the way we had given our evidence the night before.
Straight after lunch, John followed us all back to the dormitory and he took Dawid to his bed area and told him to tidy his uniform up. Noticing a bit of dirt on the shirt, John advised Dawid to put a clean shirt and then helped him to straighten his tie and suggest he give his shoes a bit of a shine up and make sure the pattern in the knit of his socks was straight. "The better presented you are when you go before the head, the better chance you have of getting a lighter punishment." John told him.
I thought it was very kind of John to try and help Dawid out this way and when we were alone together I told him so.
"I wanted him to know that while he had messed up, he was still part of my dormitory and that I take some responsibility for my charges and want to try and help them the best I can and know how to." John explained.
After John had finished helping Dawid make himself more presentable, he escorted him over to the main office block and handed him over to the receptionist to announce to the head.