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〃But never injured。〃
A long silence。
〃Taleswapper。〃
〃Yes； Mr。 Miller？〃
〃You've been a good friend to us here； sometimes in spite of ourselfs。 But I reckon you're still a walking man。〃
〃That I am； Mr。 Miller。〃
〃What I'm saying is； not to rush you off； but if you go anytime soon； and you happen to be heading generally eastward； do you think you could carry a letter for me？〃
〃I'd be glad to。 And no fee； to sender or receiver。〃
〃That's right kind of you。 I been thinking on what you said。 About a boy needing to be sent far off from certain dangers。 And I thought； in all the world where's there some folks I can trust to took after the boy？ We got no kin worth speaking of back in New England I don't want the boy raised Puritan on the brink of hell anyway。〃
〃I'm relieved to hear that； Mr。 Miller； because I have no great longing to see New England again myself。〃
〃If you just follow back on the road we made ing west； sooner or later you e along to a place on the Hatrack River； some thirty miles north of the Hio； not all that far downriver from Fort Dekane。 There's a road house there； or leastwise there was； with a graveyard out back where a stone says 'Vigor he died to save his kin。'〃
〃You want me to take the boy？〃
〃No； no； I'll not send him now that the snow's e。 Water〃
〃I understand。〃
〃There's a blacksmith there； and I thought he might want a prentice。 Alvin's young； but he's big for his age； and I reckon he'll be a bargain for the smith。〃
〃Prentice？〃
〃Well； I sure won't make him a bond slave； now； will I？ And I got no money to send him off to school。〃
〃I'll take the letter。 But I hope I can stay till the boy is awake； so I can say good…bye。〃
〃I wasn't going to send you out tonight； was I？ Nor tomorrow； with new snow deep enough to smother bunnies。〃
〃I didn't know if you had noticed the weather。〃
〃I always notice when there's water underfoot。〃 He laughed wryly； and they left the room。
Alvin Junior lay there； trying to figure why Pa wanted to send him away。 Hadn't he done right all his life； as best he could？ Hadn't he tried to help all he knew how？ Didn't he go to Reverend Thrower's school； even though the preacher was out to make him mad or stupid？ Most of all； didn't he finally get a perfect stone down from the mountain； holding it together all the time； teaching it the way to go； and at the very end risking his leg just so the stone wouldn't split？ And now they were going to send him away。
Prentice！ To a blacksmith！ In his whole life he never even saw a blacksmith up to now。 They had to ride three days to the nearest smithy； and Pa never let him go along。 In his whole life he never even been ten mile from home one way or any other。
In fact； the more he thought about it the madder he got。 Hadn't he been begging Mama and Papa just to let him go out walking in the woods alone； and they wouldn't let him。 Had to have somebody with him all the time； like he was a captive or a slave about to run off。 If he was five minutes late getting somewhere； they came to look for him。 He never got to go on long trips the longest one ever was to the quarry a few times。 And now； after they kept him penned up like a Christmas goose all his life； they were set to send him off to the end of the whole earth。
It was so blame unfair that tears e to his eyes and squeezed out and tickled down his cheeks right into his ears； which felt so silly it made him laugh。
〃What you laughing at？〃 asked Cally。
Alvin hadn't heard him e in。
〃Are you all better now？ It ain't bleeding nowhere； Al。〃
Cally touched his cheek。
〃You crying cause it hurts so bad？〃
Alvin probably could have spoke to him； but it seemed like too much work to open up his mouth and push words out； so he kind of shook his head； slow and gentle。
〃You going to die； Alvin？〃 asked Cally。
He shook his head again。
〃Oh；〃 said Cally。
He sounded so disappointed that it made Alvin a little mad。 Mad enough to get his mouth working after all。 〃Sorry；〃 he croaked。
〃Well it ain't fair； anyhow；〃 said Cally。 〃I didn't want you dead； but they all said you was going to die。 And I got to thinking what it'd be like if I was the one they all took care of。 All the time； everybody watching out for you； and when I say one little thing they just say； Get out of here； Cally； Just shut up； Cally。 Nobody asked you； Cally； Ain't you spose to be in bed； Cally？ They don't care what I do。 Except when I start hitting you； then they all say； Don't get in fights； Cally。〃
〃You wrestle real good for a field mouse。〃 At least that was what Alvin meant to say； but he didn't know for sure if his lips even moved。
〃You know what I did one time when I was six？ I went out and got myself lost in the woods。 I just walked and walked。 Sometimes I closed my eyes and spun around a few times so I'd sure not know where I was。 I must have been lost half the day。 Did one soul e looking for me？ I finally had to turn around and find my own way home。 Nobody said； Where you been all day； Cally？ Mama just said； Your hands are dirty as the back end of a sick horse； go wash yourself。〃
Alvin laughed again； near silently； his chest heaving。
〃It's funny for you。 Everybody looks after you。〃
Alvin worked hard to make a sound this time。 〃You want me gone？〃
Cally waited a long time to answer。 〃No。 Who'd play with me then？ Just the dumb old cousins。 There ain't a good wrassler in the bunch of them。〃
〃I'm going；〃 whispered Alvin。
〃No you ain't。 You're the seventh son； and they'll never let you go。〃
〃Going。〃
〃Course the way I count up it's me that's number seven。 David； Calm； Measure； Wastenot； Wantnot； Alvin Junior that's you； and then me； that's seven。〃
〃Vigor。〃
〃He's dead。 He's been dead a long time。 Somebody ought to tell that to Ma and Pa。〃
Alvin lay there； near wore out from the few things he said。 Cally didn't say anything much after that。 Just sat there； still as could be。 Holding Alvin's hand real tight。 Pretty soon Alvin started drifting； so he wasn't sure altogether whether Cally really spoke or it was in a dream。 But he heard Cally say； 〃I don't never wish you dead； Alvin。〃 And then he might have said； 〃I wish I was you。〃 But anyway Alvin drifted off to sleep； and when he woke up again there was nobody with him and the house was still except for nightsounds； the wind rattling the shutters； the timbers popping as they shrunk from the cold； the log snapping in the hearth。
One more time Alvin went inside himself and worked his way down to the wound。 Only this time he didn't have much to do with the skin and muscle。 It was the bones he worked on now。 It surprised him how lacy it was； pocked with little hollows all over； not solid straight through like the millstone was。 But he learned the way of it soon enough； and it was easy after a while to knit the bones up tight。
Still； there was something wrong with that bone。 Something in his bad leg just wouldn't get exactly like the good leg。 But it was so small he couldn't see it clear。 Just knew that whatever it was； it made the bone sick inside； just a little patch of sickness； but he couldn't figure how to make it better。 Like trying to pick up snowflakes off the ground； whenever he thought he had ahold of something； it turned out to be nothing； or maybe just too small to see。
Maybe； though； it would just go away。 Maybe if everything else got better； that sick place on his bone would get better by itself。
***
Eleanor was late getting back from her mother's house。 Armor believed that a wife should have strong ties with her family； but ing home at dusk was too dangerous。
〃There's talk of wild Reds up from the south；〃 said Armor…of…God。 〃And you traipsing about after dark。〃
〃I hurried home；〃 she said。 〃I know the way in the dark。〃
〃It's not a question of knowing the way；〃 he said sternly。 〃The French are giving guns as bounty on White scalps now。 It won't tempt the Prophet's people； but there's many a Choc…Taw who'd be glad to e up to Fort Detroit； gathering scalps along the way。〃
〃Alvin isn't going to die；〃 said Eleanor。
Armor hat
