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〃Alvin isn't going to die；〃 said Eleanor。
Armor hated it when she turned the subject like that。 But it was such news that he couldn't very well not ask after it。 〃They decide to take off the leg； then？〃
〃I saw the leg。 It's getting better。 And Alvin Junior was awake late this afternoon。 I talked to him awhile。〃
〃I'm glad he was awake； Elly； I truly am； but I hope you don't expect the leg to get better。 A big wound like that may look to be healing for a while； but the rot'll set in pretty soon。〃
〃I don't think so this time；〃 she said。 〃You want supper？〃
〃I must have gnawed down two loaves just pacing back and forth wondering whether you were even ing home。〃
〃It isn't good for a man to get a belly。〃
〃Well； I got one； and it calls out for food just like any other man's。〃
〃Mama gave me a cheese to bring home。〃 She set it out on the table。
Armor had his doubts。 He figured half the reason Faith Miller's cheeses turned out so good was because she did things to the milk。 At the same time； there wasn't no better cheese on the banks of the Wobbish； nor up Tippy…Canoe Creek neither。
It put him out of sorts when he caught himself promising with witchery。 And being out of sorts； he wasn't about to let anything lie； even though he knew Elly plain didn't want to talk about it。 〃Why don't you think the leg will rot？〃
〃It's just getting better so fast；〃 she said。
〃How much better？〃
〃Oh； pert near fixed。〃
〃How near？〃
She turned around； rolled her eyes； and turned back away from him。 She started cutting up an apple to eat with the cheese。
〃I said how near； Elly？ How near fixed？〃
〃Fixed。〃
〃Two days after a millstone rips off the front half of his leg； and it's fixed？〃
〃Only two days？〃 she said。 〃Seems like a week to me。〃
〃Calendar says it's two days；〃 said Armor。 〃Which means there's been witchery up there。〃
〃As I read the gospels； the one that healed people wasn't no witch。〃
〃Who did it？ Don't tell me your pa or ma suddenly figured out something as strong as that。 Did they conjure up a devil？〃
She turned around； the knife in her hands still poised for cutting。 There was a flash in her eyes。 〃Pa may be no kind of church man； but the devil never set foot in our house。〃
That wasn't what Reverend Thrower said； but Armor knew better than to bring him into the conversation。 〃It's that beggar； then。〃
〃He works for his room and board。 Hard as anyone。〃
〃They say he knew that old wizard Ben Franklin。 And that atheist from Appalachee； Tom Jefferson。〃
〃He tells good stories。 And he didn't heal the boy neither。〃
〃Well； somebody did。〃
〃Maybe he just healed up himself。 Anyway； the leg's still broke。 So it ain't a miracle or nothing。 He's just a fast healer。〃
〃Well maybe he's a fast healer cause the devil takes care of his own。〃
From the look in her eye when she turned around； Armor kind of wished he hadn't said it。 But dad…gum it； Reverend Thrower as much as said the boy was as bad as the Beast of the Apocalypse。
But beast or boy； he was Elly's brother； and whereas she might be as quiet as you please most of the time； when she got her dander up she could be a terror。
〃Take that back；〃 she said。
〃Now； that's about as silly a thing as I ever heard。 How can I take back what I said？〃
〃By saying you know it ain't so。〃
〃I don't know it is and I don't know it ain't。 I said maybe； and if a man can't say his maybes to his wife then he might as well be dead。〃
〃I reckon that's about true；〃 she said。 〃And if you don't take that back you'll wish you was dead！〃 And she started ing after him with two chunks of apple； one in each hand。
Now； most times she came for him like that； even if she was really mad； if he let her chase him around the house awhile she usually ended up laughing。 But not this time。 She mushed one apple in his hair and threw the other one at him； and then just sat down in the upstairs bedroom； crying her eyes out。
She wasn't one to cry； so Armor figured this had got right out of hand。
〃I take it back； Elly；〃 he said。 〃He's a good boy； I know that。〃
〃Oh； I don't care what you think；〃 she said。 〃You don't know a thing about it anyway。〃
There weren't many husbands who'd let their wife say such a thing without slapping her upside the head。 Armor wished sometimes that Elly'd appreciate how him being a Christian worked to her advantage。
〃I know a thing or two；〃 he said。
〃They're going to send him off；〃 she said。 〃Once spring es； they're going to prentice him out。 He's none too happy about it； I can tell； but he don't argue none； he just lies there in his bed； talking real quiet； but looking at me and everybody else like he was saying good…bye all the time。〃
〃What are they wanting to send him off for？〃
〃I told you； to prentice him。〃
〃The way they baby that boy； I can't hardly believe they'd let him out of their sight。〃
〃They ain't talking about nothing close by； neither。 Clear back at the east end of Hio Territory； near Fort Dekane。 Why； that's halfway to the ocean。〃
〃You know； it just makes sense； when you think about it。〃
〃It does？〃
〃With Red trouble starting up； they want him plumb gone。 The others can all stick around to get an arrow in their face； but not Alvin Junior。〃
She looked at him with withering contempt。 〃Sometimes you're so suspicious you make me want to puke； Armor…of…God。〃
〃It ain't suspicion to say what's really happening。〃
〃You can't tell real from a rutabaga。〃
〃You going to wash this apple out of my hair； or do I have to make you lick it out？〃
〃I expect I'll have to do something； or you'll rub it all over the bed linen。〃
***
Taleswapper felt almost like a thief； to take so much with him as he left。 Two pair of thick stockings。 A new blanket。 An elkhide cloak。 Jerky and cheese。 A good whetstone。
And things they couldn't even know they gave him。 A rested body； free of aches and bruises。 A jaunty step。 Kind faces fresh in his mind。 And stories。 Stories jotted in the sealed…up part of the book； the ones he wrote down himself。 And true stories painfully inscribed by their own hands。
Still； he gave them fair return； or tried to。 Roofs patched for winter； other jobs here and there。 More important； they'd seen a book with Ben Franklin's own handwriting in it； with sentences from Tom Jefferson； Ben Arnold； Pat Henry； John Adams； Alex Hamilton even Aaron Burr； from before the duel； and Daniel Boone； from after。 Before Taleswapper came they were part of their family； and part of the Wobbish country； and that's all。 Now they belonged to much larger stories。 The War of Appalachee Independence。 The American pact。 They saw their own trek through the wilderness as one thread among many； and felt the strength of the whole tapestry woven from those threads。 Not a tapestry； really。 A rug。 A good； thick； solid rug that generations of Americans after them could tread on。 There was a poem in that； he'd work that into a poem sometime。
He left them a few other things； too。 A beloved son he pulled from under a falling millstone。 A father who now had the strength to send away his son before he killed him。 A name for a young man's nightmare； so he could understand that his enemy was real。 A whispered encouragement for a broken child to heal himself。
And a single drawing； burnt into a fine slab of oakwood with the tip of a hot knife。 He'd rather have worked with wax and acid on metal； but there was neither to be had in this place。 So he burnt lines into the wood； making of it what he could。 A picture of a young man caught in a strong river； bound up in the roots of a floating tree； gasping for breath； his eyes facing death fearlessly。 It would have earned nothing but scorn at the Lord Protector's Academy of Art； being so plain。 But Goody Faith cried out when she saw it； and hugged it to her； dropping her tears over it like the last drips from the eaves after a rainstorm。 And Father Alvin； when he saw it； nodded and said； 〃That's your vision； Taleswapper。 You got his face perfect； and you never even saw him。 That's Vigor。 That's my boy。〃 Then he cried； too。
