A girallon has four arms and takes four times the care over every job, which makes it no faster than a man with two. Peeling a stalk of cane means one upper hand to hold, the other to strip, a lower hand to steady the far end and the fourth to scratch its ribs. A quarter hour goes by. The stalk comes away in a single spiral, and the girallon lays it down straight.
It stands nine feet when it rears, white from crown to heel except for a gray-black face and palms the color of old saddle leather. Troops of five or six work the cane terraces above Martlemas Cut and den in the broken rock of Allhollan Scree. They eat cane pith, snails and grubs. Their knuckle prints come in sets of four, and white tufts hang on every thorn along the route. Nobody at the Cut sells, mixes or brushes on whitewash. The houses are mustard and rust, and the one white chapel at Allhollan gets tarred sailcloth over its front each autumn, because a girallon takes a white wall for a rival troop's hide.
Lorna Dacey, who has cut cane at the Cut for twenty-two years, learns of one from a peeled stalk lying across her path, set square to the edge. She stops cutting. Above her the cane shivers where there is no wind. The girallon comes down the terrace headfirst, all four hands in the stalks, and settles on the flat rock where she eats her lunch. It does not look at her. It combs the fur on its chest, upper pair of hands, then lower, picks out burrs and eats them. This is what it does every morning. She is not part of it. She waits with the knife lowered. The rock has held her bread sack since her father's day. The girallon lifts the sack in a lower hand, turns it over, sniffs the heel of the loaf, puts everything back exactly as it was, and does not get up. Four hours pass. Lorna stands at the terrace edge and the girallon sits, and neither will be the one to leave. It has outwaited cutters before, and it seems to enjoy it.
At dusk it goes headfirst into the cane, the way it came. On the rock lies one stalk, peeled in a single spiral and set straight along the edge, beside the bread sack, still tied.
- Classification
- Four-armed white-furred ape
- Habitat
- Cane terraces and broken scree
- Danger
- High
- Size
- 9 ft standing, arms to the ankles
- Activity
- Diurnal
- Realm
- Highland cane country
- Binomial
- Simius quadrichirus
- Diet
- Cane pith, snails and grubs
- Temperament
- Methodical, territorial and petty










