"I don"t aim to stay," I said.
"You"ll stay," she allowed, "and give me life."
I grinned down at her, with my guitar across me. "I see," I nodded to her. "You took Junius Worral"s life into you to keep you young. And others . . ."
"Several," she said. "I made them glad to give me their years."
"Glad?" I repeated, my hand on the silver strings. "Because they loved me. You"ll love me, John.
"Not me, I"m sorry. I love another."
"Another what?" She laughed at her own joke. "John, you"ll burn up for love of me. Look."
The fire blazed up. I saw a chunk of wood drop in on the blaze.
She quartered me with her gleamy green eyes. "I could call out just one word, and there"s two Hoppard men out yonder would come in here and bust your guitar for you."
"I"ve seen those two men," I said, "and neither of them looks hard for me to handle."
"There"d be two of them . . ."
"I"d hit them two hard licks," I said. "n.o.body puts a hand on my guitar but just me myself."
"Then take it with you, yonder to the fire. Go to the fire, John."
One hand pointed a finger at me, the other pointed to the fire. It blazed high up the chimney. Wood had come into it, without a hand to move it there. It shot up long, fierce, bright tongues of flame. The floor of h.e.l.l was what it looked like.
"Look on it," Becky Til Hoppard bade me again. "I can send you into it. I made my wish before," and her voice half-sang. "I make it now. I nair saw the day that the wish I made was not true."
That was a kind of spell. I had a sense that hands pushed me. I couldn"t see them, but I could feel them.
I made another step into the hot, hot air of the hearth. I was come right next to her, with her bright green eyes watching me.
"Yes," she sang. "Yes, yes."
"Yes," I said after her, and pushed the silver strings of my guitar at her face.
She screamed once, shrill and sharp as a bat, and her head fell over to the side, all the way over and hung there, and she went slack where she sat.
For I"d guessed right about her. Her neck was broken; her head wasn"t fast there, it just balanced there.
And she sank lower, and the flames of the fire came pouring out at us like red-hot water. I fairly scuttled away toward the door, the locked door, and the door sprang itself open.
I was caught behind the door as Hoppard and his son Herod came a-shammocking in, and after them his daughter Tullai. As they came, that fire jumped right out of its hearth into the room, onto the floor, all round where Becky Til Hoppard sunk in her chair.
"Becky!" one of them yelled, or all of them. And by then I was through the door. I grabbed up my pack as I headed out into the open. Behind me, something sounded like a blast of powder. I reached the head of the trail going down, and gave a lookback, and the cabin was spitting smoke from the door and the windows.
That was it. Becky Til Hoppard ruled the fire. When her rule came to an end, the fire ran wild. I scrambled down, down from that height.
I wondered if they all burnt up in that fire. I nair went back to see. And I don"t hear that anybody by the Hoppard name has been seen or heard tell of thereabouts.
THE END.