It wasn"t my choice to do terrible things to this town, said February to the girl who smelled of honey and smoke. I didn"t want this to happen.
I pray each night for it to stop, said the girl who smelled of honey and smoke. I"ve had dreams of a woman helping us. Thaddeus Lowe is coming with a knife, said February.
Thaddeus Lowe is coming to kill me.
Maybe I can help, said the girl who smelled of honey and smoke. It"s the dream I"ve had and what the woman has told me to do.
I don"t want to die, said February.
This is what is going to happen, said the girl who smelled of honey and smoke. She walked over to February and whispered something in his ear.
I hope that works, said February. I really do.
I"d do it for you. I"d change our entire story if I could, she said.
Our story, said February, is all wrong.
Back in town the blacksmiths
and carpenters are building a steel ship large enough to carry the population of the town. Caldor asks why build a ship and a blacksmith laughs and slams two iron planks against a dimpled metal block.
What do you think is going to happen when all this snow melts, the blacksmith says.
The blacksmith turns to a group of workers who are above him, constructing what will become the bow.
Is it too ridiculous to think we can sail away on the rivers that will flood our town. That we could end up in a New Town.
The blacksmiths raise their glowing tips of metal and shout no. Caldor tells one of the blacksmiths that Thaddeus Lowe will save them. The blacksmith laughs.
Thaddeus Lowe is an idiot, says the blacksmith. A fool.
Come here, says Caldor.
The blacksmith is about the same size as Caldor. Caldor spits in his face and simultaneously a bucket of frozen tree sap crashes into the side of the blacksmith"s skull.
Caldor dangles the bucket over the body of the blacksmith.
Thaddeus Lowe is going to save this town, he says.
Caldor walks to where he can see the beekeepers standing on the hill. From this distance, he thinks, the bees look like plumes of smoke around their hooded heads.
Beekeeper One possibility is to attack with bees, I said. I could send thousands. The stings would force February to peel the clouds away. It"s an idea. It could work.
I told this to Caldor Clemens while we sat in a balloon basket staring up at the sky, under where the two holes were rumored to be. The balloon itself rippled, was deflated around us on the snowy plains like a gown.
Go ahead and send them, Clemens said. Thaddeus would try it.
I tapped my head. A swarm of bees moved up my neck and formed a funnel extending skyward. The bees disappeared through the clouds, and there was a terrible buzzing sound. Then, seconds later, the funnel collapsed and thousands of my dead bees rained from the sky and filled the basket. Their little bodies were hard and cold. Clemens stood there staring at me while I shielded myself from the falling, dying bees.
The sadness was overwhelming.
What the s.h.i.t, said Clemens, shifting his legs out of the dead-bee basket.
I watched him walk back into town, swatting dead bees from the nape of his neck.
That night Caldor Clemens had
a dream in which Thaddeus stood in a field with three owls. February was on his knees. The owls nodded the way owls nod. Thaddeus had his knife drawn.
I"m sorry for your daughter and your wife, but-you have the wrong guy, said February.
I don"t care what you have to say. I only care about what you"ve done, said Thaddeus.
I can"t help it. Really, I can"t, February said.
I"m going to open your throat and fill you with tulips, Thaddeus said, grabbing February by the shoulder.
Wait, said February, there is someone I want you to meet first.
Running from the horizon and down the plains was a girl who smelled of honey and smoke.
Let me introduce you to my wife, said February.
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Like every other house in
town, Caldor Clemens"s received a folded square of parchment from a group of children who came up from underneath his floor. There were dozens of them down there leaning against the sides of the tunnel. They raised their lanterns for the smallest to climb up over them and hand Clemens the parchment paper.
Is Bianca Lowe down there, said Clemens.
Who is Bianca Lowe, the smallest child said.
Bianca Lowe, said Clemens. Are you stupid. Sorry. I didn"t mean that. She is a little girl with kites painted on her hands and arms. Her body was found on the riverbank. Sometimes her ghost walks around. I believe she may still be alive, since all of you seem to be. Clemens rocked from side to side. He tried to recognize a face.
The smallest child carefully turned around and asked the other children if they had seen a Bianca Lowe. A child at the bottom of the tunnel checked a scroll of parchment and called back that no such child was listed.
Here, said the smallest child, take this.
The square of parchment fit in the center of Clemens"s palm like a pebble. It was tied with blue ribbon. On the blue ribbon in tiny gold letters it read, FINAL WAR PLAN AGAINST FEBRUARY.
Thank you, said Clemens. When he looked back down the tunnel, all the children were sliding into the flickering darkness swallowed up by lantern light.
FEBRUARY WAS SO WORRIED ABOUT Thaddeus he didn"t see the people in town open their squares of parchment and read the final War Plan against him. Some people danced. Others cried. The War Plan spread through the town and into the trees, where the birds flapped their wings and thought they could fly again. The priests huddled, shook their heads and waited for an order from their Creator. Thaddeus he didn"t see the people in town open their squares of parchment and read the final War Plan against him. Some people danced. Others cried. The War Plan spread through the town and into the trees, where the birds flapped their wings and thought they could fly again. The priests huddled, shook their heads and waited for an order from their Creator.
Caldor Clemens was one of the people who cried. Caldor told the members of the War Effort that he would leave early the next morning to find Thaddeus. After they began the first steps of the children"s War Plan, they would follow Caldor"s path of dead bees through the woods. Then they would all meet and head back into town, together.
But when do we ready the balloon, said one of the members of the War Effort, this particular man an original member of the Solution, who wore a purple bird mask.
I wasn"t aware of a balloon, said Clemens.
So you don"t have a drawing of a balloon flying in the sky on your parchment paper.
No, said Clemens. I don"t.
Clemens studied all the parchment the War Effort had collected. Each was the same except for one that showed a balloon flying in the air. The parchment smelled of honey and smoke.
I don"t know, said Clemens. Maybe that"s the future or some s.h.i.t.
Bianca People in town think I"m a ghost, but I"m not. Even when I scream out: I"M NOT A GHOST I"M A REAL LIFE LITTLE GIRL WHO ISN"T DEAD. And: I JUMPED FROM A HOLE IN THE SKY WHERE FEBRUARY LIVES, the townsfolk still ignore the real me. They eat apples and clear the snow from the wagon wheels with iron bars. Things like, The smell of mint water filled the air, are said about me when I come around. Things like, Bianca"s ghost began appearing in town, are written. Even my father thinks I"m a ghost. Do you think I"m a ghost. No, you don"t think I"m a ghost. You"re one of the good ones. You are kind and compa.s.sionate and filled with happiness. You walk through the season of February without a care in the world, maybe a shiver, only a pa.s.sing complaint about the grayness of the sky that will soon give way to the flowers you planted around the mailbox.
Thaddeus I came to a clearing where it was colder than anywhere else. There was a pile of chopped firewood and a small log cabin that had moss growth on the door and windows. I took out the knife the blacksmiths had given me. I slowly approached the front door. The wind blew at an incredible speed and the holes in my scarf made my neck blister. I reminded myself of all the terrible things February had done to me and the town. I calculated in my head that it was the 859th day of February, and enough is enough, and G.o.d save me I will slit the throat of February if it leads to warmer seasons.
At the front door, I felt a wave of heat enter my body. I smelled honey and smoke. I thought of Bianca and her empty bedroom, the mound of snow with teeth. I heard a woman"s voice. I waited to hear the voice of February. I imagined the depth of his voice, the endless dark, lush layers.
Thaddeus, come in from out there, it"s freezing, said the woman"s voice through the door. Don"t you know it"s the middle of February. I have a pot of tea on the stove and a fire going. It"s like June 17th in here.
In the distance I heard wolves and saw priests running behind birch trees, and I think I heard the War Scream of Caldor Clemens. I lost control of myself. I took my shirt off and pulled my pants down. I let my entire body collapse against the front door, letting the warmth settle into my bones, the moss scratch at my eyes.
Bianca Years ago when we experienced the season known as spring, my father woke me late in the night to show me the sun. He carried me to the top of the hill and told me to look toward the horizon where the pine trees stood. My father wiped the snow from my lashes, and there it was, a little marble of light behind the treetops.
That"s the sun, my father said, and with any luck it will melt this snow so we can have summer.
I imagined that the birds flew and carried a lantern and placed it there in the treetops, because that"s exactly what it looked like to me.
It looks like a lantern, I said.
My father smiled, then kissed me on the forehead. He promised it wouldn"t be far away like that forever but would grow ma.s.sive in the sky and warm my face.
Will it really do that.
Yes, Bianca, really, he said.
After seeing the sun, he carried me home and tucked me back in my bed and told me to sleep. But I couldn"t. I spent the rest of the night and morning staring out the window, trying to see the lantern in the treetops carried there by birds. What everyone else called the sun.
War Effort Member Number One (Blue Bird Mask) Caldor Clemens was hanged by his neck inside a hollow oak tree. His flesh had been torn open, and birds had made nests inside his stomach, chest, and neck. Other animals-bears, deer, a fox-had also been hanged, draped from tree branches by neon-blue string coiled around their necks. The mouth of Clemens had been ripped open. His bottom lip was at his chin and his top lip where his hair started. His mouth was filled with snow. A few teeth poked through.
We found the body of Caldor Clemens shortly after following him into the woods. We had completed the first steps of the children"s War Plan, which was to put piles of dry brush throughout the town, and then we followed the trail of dead bees, just as Caldor had instructed. The War Effort has survived floods and moss and endless snowfall culminating in endless sadness. But the death of Clemens twisted our hearts in a different direction.
We found the spot where his body was, the tall, skinny trees bent in the middle and the ground rippled-the way I remembered waves looked breaking on the sh.o.r.e. War Effort Member Number Seventeen gripped my hand. The other members scanned the sky for two holes. When we came upon the death scene, two War Effort members sped off in opposite directions. Those who remained started to jog, smiling and complimenting each other.
Thaddeus I opened the door to February"s house and saw a girl with long black hair sitting at a desk. She was smiling and said, Please come in and take a seat. I declined. I asked her where February was. She said he had gone out to collect firewood and berries. The inside of the home was furnished in a way I had never seen before. Lamps and tables and chairs designed from another world. I noticed a fire burning low against the wall and columns of worn books stacked to the ceiling.
Who are you, I said.
I"m his wife, she said.
February has taken my wife and daughter and is destroying the town, I said.
I"m sorry. We, too, feel an overwhelming sadness. We, too, cry more than we laugh.
The girl stood up and walked over to me at the front door. She smelled of honey and smoke and when she got close enough images of cornstalks and birds and muddy salamanders crawled from my eyes. I felt dizzy. I grabbed her shoulders so I wouldn"t fall. My body boiled to a blistering heat. Sweat poured out of me like lead.
There, there, Thaddeus, she said, embracing me with arms that reminded me of Selah. Don"t worry about February. You can"t control February.
My legs turned to mud. My knees. .h.i.t the ground. My arms were around her waist now. Honey and smoke, honey and smoke, honey and smoke . . .
It was blurry. Then everything went black.
When I woke, I was sweating. I was sitting on the floor near the front door and the girl who smelled of honey and smoke was sitting at the desk, writing something on parchment paper.
Oh, you shouldn"t see me writing this, she said. Just pretend you didn"t see me writing this.
As I started to leave, I heard a man"s voice and turned around to see, but it was only the girl who smelled of honey and smoke waving from the desk. When I stepped outside I took a deep breath and my lungs filled with warm air. The soil was soft and worms twitched in puddles. Birds flew from branch to branch. Flowers were sprouting up around the oak trees where squirrels fed. The sound of owls was so deafening you"d think something was wrong.
War Effort Member Number Two (Missing His Bird Mask) Thaddeus was walking in our direction, waving his arms, whistling. A yellow bird mask next to me commented that Thaddeus was wearing a shirt without sleeves and pants torn at the knees.
A tactic against February, I reminded him.