"Little bird done told me," said Aram Harnam. "Little black bird with green eyes, that tells me a many things."
It minded me of the Ugly Bird, that once I killed and freed a whole district of folks from the scare of it.
"Maybe your little bird told you what we want," said Mr. Eddy, standing close to Clay, but Aram Harnam shook his head.
"No sir, didn"t say that." He set down the basket. "I"m a-waiting to hear."
Mr. Hoje introduced Reed Barnitt and me, and neither of us nor yet Aram Harman made offer to shake hands.
"It"s a light we want of you, Aram Harnam," said Mr. Hoje then. "A special kind of light."
"Oh." Aram Harnam leaned back against the logs of his shanty. "The light that shows you what you"d miss else? I can fix you such a light."
"How much?" asked Clay.
Aram Harman"s furry hand fiddled in his beard. "It"s a scarce thing, that light. Cost you five hundred dollars."
"Five hundred dollars!" whooped out Mr. Eddy.
The eyes among all Aram Harnam"s hair came to me. "Hear that echo, son?" he asked me. "Right clear today-these hills and mountains sure enough give you back echoes." Then, to Mr. Eddy. "Yes, sir. Five hundred dollars."
Mr. Hoje gulped. "We ain"t got that kind of money."
"Got to have that kind of money for that kind of light," said Aram Harnam.
"Step aside with me, gentlemen," said Reed Barnitt, and Aram Hamam sat and watched us pull back a dozen or twenty steps to talk with our heads together.
"He knows something," Reed Barnitt whispered, "but not everything, or I judge he"d put his price higher still. Anyway, our spell last night told us there"s treasure, and we need the light to find it."
"I ain"t got but forty dollars," said Mr. Eddy. "Anybody else got enough to put with my forty dollars to make five hundred?"
"Twenty"s all I have," Reed Barnitt told us, and breathed long and worried. "That"s sixty so far. John?"
"Maybe the change in my pockets would add up to a dollar," I said. "I"m not right sure."
Aram Harnam laughed, or coughed, one. "You all make a big thing out of five hundred dollars," he called to us.
Mr. Hoje faced around and walked back toward him. "We don"t have it."
"Cash," said Aram Harnam after him. "I might credit you, Hoje Cowand."
"Five hundred dollars" worth?" asked Mr. Hoje. "What on?"
"We-ell . . ." The word came slow out of the hair and whiskers. "You"ve got a piece of land, and a house, and a cow and a pig or two . . ."
"I can"t give you those," Mr. Hoje put in.
"You could put them up. And Mr. Eddy could put up his place, too."
"The two places are worth plenty more than five hundred dollars," Mr. Eddy started to argue.
"Not on the tax bills, the way I hear from my little green-eyed black bird."
Reed Barnitt beckoned us round him again. "Isn"t there any way to raise the money?" he whispered.
"We"re just before finding a fortune."
Mr. Hoje and Mr. Eddy shook their heads. "Gentlemen, we"ve as good as got that Ancients" treasure,"
Reed Barnitt said, and rummaged money from his pocket- a wadded ten, a five and some ones. "I"ll risk my last cent, and take it back from off the top of whatever find. You others can do the same."
"Wait," said Mr. Hoje.
He put his arm around Mr. Eddy"s neck, and the two of them mumbled together a while, and we others watched. Then they turned, both of them, and went back to Aram Harnam.
"We"d want a guarantee," said Mr. Hoje.
"Guarantee?" repeated Aram Harnam. "Oh, I"ll guarantee the light. Put it in writing that it"ll show you what you seek."
"Draw us up some loan papers," said Mr. Eddy. "Two hundred and fifty dollars credit to each of us, against our places, and a guarantee the light will work, and sixty days of time."
Mr. Eddy spoke sharp and deeply. Aram Harnam looked at him, then went into the shanty. He brought out a tablet of paper and an ink bottle and an old stump of a pen. He wrote two pages, and when Mr.
Hoje and Mr. Eddy read them over they signed their names.
Then Aram Harnam bade us wait. He carried the papers back inside. What he did in there took time, and I watched part of it through the open door. He mixed stuff in a pot-I thought I smelled burning sulphur, and once something sweet and spicy, like what incense must smell like. There was other stuff.
He heated it so it smoked, then worked it with those furry hands. After while he fetched out what he"d made. It was a big rough candle, as big around as your wrist and as long as your arm to the elbow. Its wick looked like gray yarn, and the candle wax was dirty black.
"Light it at midnight," he said, "and carry it forward. It"ll go out at the place where you"ll find your wish.
Understand?"
We said we understood.
"Then good day to you all", said Aram Harnam.
n.o.body felt the need of sleep that night. At eleven o"clock by Mr. Hoje"s big silver turnip watch, we started out to cross the ridge to Black Pine Hollow. Clay went first, with a lantern. Reed Barnitt followed, with the candle. Then me, with my guitar slung on my back because I had a notion to carry it along, and a grubbing hoe in my hand. Then Mr. Hoje with a spade, and Mr. Eddy last of all with a crowbar. Sarah Ann watched us from the door, until we got out of her sight.
Not much of a trail led to Black Pine Hollow, for folks don"t go there much. Last night"s hoot owls were at it again, and once or twice we heard rattlings to right and left, like things keeping pace with us among the bushes. Down into the hollow we went, while a breeze blew down on us, chill for that time of year. I thought, but didn"t sing out loud:
In the pines, in the pines, Where the sun never shines, And I shiver when the wind blows cold . . . .
"Where"s this mine?" asked Reed Barnitt, "I can find it better than Clay," called Mr. Hoje. He pushed ahead and took the lantern. The light showed duller and duller, the deeper we went into the hollow; it showed a sort of dim brown, the way you"d think that moonless night was trying to smother it. Around us crowded the black pines the hollow was named after. For my own comfort I reached back and tweaked a silver guitar-string, and it rang so loud we all jumped.
"Now," said Mr. Hoje, after a long, long while, "I think this must be it."
He turned off among a thick bunch of the blackest-looking pines, and held the lantern high. Hidden there behind the trees rose a rock face like a wall, and in the rock was a hole the size of a door, but uneven.
Vines hung down around it, but they looked dead and burnt out. As we stood still and looked, there was a little timid foot-patter inside.
"Let"s pray that"s no rat," said Clay. "Rats in mines are plumb bad luck."
"Shoo," said his daddy, "let"s hope it"s nothing worse than just a rat."
Reed Barnitt shoved forward. "I"m going in," he said through his teeth, "and I sure enough don"t want to go in alone."
We went in together. Gentlemen, it was so black in that mine, you"d think a hunk of coal would show white. Maybe the lantern was smoking; it made just a pool of dim glow for us. Reed Barnitt struck a match on the seat of his pants and set it to the yarny wick of that five hundred dollar candle. It blazed up clean and strong, like the light Reed Barnitt had made in the middle of the star when it cast the spell. We saw where we were.
Seemed as if once there"d been a long hallway cut in the brown rock, but rocks had fallen down. They lay one on top of the other before us, shutting us away from the hall, so that we stood in a little s.p.a.ce not much bigger than Mr. Hoje"s front room. To either side the walls were of brown stone, marked by cutting tools-those Ancients had made their way through solid rock-and underfoot were pebbles. Some were quartz, like Mr. Hoje had said. Everything was quiet as the inside of a coffin the night before judgment.
"The flame"s pointing," Reed Barnitt called to us. It did point, like a burning finger, straight into the place.
He stepped toward those piled rocks, that made something like steps to go up, and we moved with him.
I don"t think anybody wanted to go over the rocks and beyond. The blackness there made you feel that not only n.o.body had ever been in there, but likewise n.o.body could ever go; the blackness would shove him back like a hand.
I moved behind Reed Barnitt with the others. The light of the candle shone past his blocky body and wide hat, making him look like something cut out of black cloth. Two-three steps, and he stopped, so quick we almost b.u.mped him. "The light flutters," he said.
It did flutter, and it didn"t point to the piled rocks, but to the wall at their right. When Reed Barnitt made a pace that way, it winked out. We all stood close together in the dim lantern light.
Reed Barnitt put his hand on the rock wall. It showed ghost white on the brown. His finger crawled along a seamy crack.
"Dig there," he said to us. By what light the lantern showed, I shoved the pick end of the grubbing hoe into the crack and gouged. Seemed to me the whole wall fought me, but I heaved hard and the crack widened. It made a heavy spiteful noise somewhere. Mr. Eddy drove in the point of his bar and pulled down.
"Come help me, Clay," he called. "Put your man on this."
The two pulled down with their long bodies, then together they pushed up. My heart jumped inside me, for a piece of rock the size of a table top was moving. I shoved on the hoe handle. Reed Barnitt grabbed the free edge of the moving piece, and we laid into it-then jumped back just in time.
The big loose chunk dropped like the lid of a box. Underneath was dark dirt. Mr. Eddy drove the bar point into it.
"Light that candle thing again," he asked Reed Barnitt. Reed Barnitt struck another match and tried.
"Won"t light," he said. "We"ve got our hand right on the treasure."
I reckoned that"s the moment we all believed we had it. So far we"d worried and bothered, but now we stopped, and just worked. Clay took the spade from Mr. Hoje, and I swung my hoe. He scooped out the dirt I loosened. We breathed hard, watching or working. Suddenly: "John," said Clay, "didn"t I hear that hoe-blade hit metal?"
I slammed it into the dirt again, hard as I could. Clay scooped out a big spadeful. Bright yellow glimmered up out of the dark dirt. Clay grabbed into it, and so did his daddy. I had my mouth open to yell, but Reed Barnitt yelled first.
"G.o.d in the bushes! Look up there!" We looked. Reed Barnitt had turned away from our work, and he pointed up those step-piled rocks. On the top rock of them stood something against the choking blackness.
It stood up the height of a man, that thing, but you couldn"t make sure of its shape. Because it was strung and swaddled over with webby rags. They stirred and fluttered around it like gray smoke. And it had a hand, and the hand held a skull, with white grinning teeth and eyes that shone.
"It"s an Ancient!" Reed Barnitt yelled, and the thing growled, deep and hungry and ugly.
Clay dropped his spade. I heard the clink and jangle of metal pieces on the floor pebbles. He gave back, and Mr. Hoje and Mr. Eddy gave back with him. I stood where I was, putting down my hoe.
Reed Barnitt was the only one that moved forward.
"Stay away from us," he sort of breathed out at the ragged-gray thing.
It just pushed out the skull at him, and the skull"s eye-lights blinked and glared. Reed Barnitt backed up.
"Let"s get out of here," he choked, "before that Ancient-"
He didn"t know we"d found the treasure, his eyes had been on whatever the thing was. He was for running, but I wasn"t.
In my mind I saw the peculiar things I"d faced before this. The Ugly Bird . . . One Other . . . Mr. Loden who might have lived three hundred years but for me . . . Forney Meechum whose dead ghost had fled from me. I"d even seen the Behinder that n.o.body"s ever reckoned to see, and I"d come back to tell of it. I wouldn"t run from that gray-raggedy thing that held a skull like a lantern.
I shrugged my guitar in front of me. My left hand grabbed its neck and my right spread on the silver strings, the silver that"s sure sudden death to witch-stuff. I dragged a chord of music from them, and it echoed in there like a whole houseful of guitar-men helping me. And I thought the thing up there above shuddered, and the skull it held wabbled from side to side, trying maybe to say no to me.
"You don"t like my music?" I said to it, and swept out another chord and got my foot on the bottom step-stone.
"John!" came Reed Barnitt"s sick voice. "Take care-"
"Let that thing take care!" I told him and moved up on the rocks.
The gray thing flung the skull at me. I dodged, and felt the wind of the skull as it sailed grinning past, and I heard it smash like a bottle on the floor behind me. For a moment that flinging hand stuck out of the gray rags.
I knew whose hand it was, black-furry like a spider.
"Aram Harnam!" I yelled out, and let my guitar fall to hang by its string, and I charged up those stairs of stones.
Reed Barnitt was after me as I got to the top.
"It"s a put-up show!" I was shouting, and grabbed my hands full of rags. Reed Barnitt clamped onto my arm and flung me down the step-stones so I almost fell flat on the floor. But rags had torn away in my grip, and you could see Aram Harnam"s face, all a thicket of hair and beard, with hooked nose and shining eyes.
"What"s up?" hooted out Mr. Eddy.
"Aram Harnam"s up!" I yelled to him and the others. "Sold us that candle-thing, then came here to scare us out!" I pointed. "And Reed Bamitt"s in it with him!"
Reed Barnitt, on the top stone beside Aram Harnam, turned around, his eyes big in his white face. I got my feet under me to charge back up at those two.
But then I stopped, the way you"d think roots had sprung from my toes into the rock. There were three up there, not two.
That third one looked at first glimpse like a big, big man wearing a fur coat; until you saw the fur was on his skin, with warty muscles bunching through. His head was more like a frog"s than anything else, wide in the mouth and big in the eye and no nose. He spread his arms and put them quiet-like round the shoulders of Reed Barnitt and Aram Harnam, and took hold with his hands that had both webs and claws.
The two men he touched screamed out like animals in a snap-trap. I sort of reckon they tried to pull free, but those two big s.h.a.ggy arms just hugged them close and hiked them off their feet. And what had come to fetch them, it fetched them away, all in a blink of time, back into that darkness no sensible soul would dare.
That"s when we four others up and ran like rabbits, dropping the lantern.