He seemed rather put out at this. h.e.l.l," he said, I couldn"t take a cut; she"s been good to me all my life."
If the tip is good, it"s worth paying for." I insisted. Oh, forget it. Maybe you boys will have some work in my line someday. That"s enough."
Pretty soon we were off again, without Bodie. He was tied up elsewhere, but promised to let Mrs Jennings know that we were coming.
The place wasn"t too hard to find. It was on an old street, arched over with elms, and the house was a one-storey cottage, set well back. The veranda had a lot of that old scroll-saw gingerbread. The yard was not very well taken care of, but there was a lovely old climbing rose arched over the steps.
Jedson gave a twist to the hand bell set in the door, and we waited for several minutes. I studied the coloured-gla.s.s tri- angles set in the door"s side panels and wondered if there was anyone left who could do that sort of work.
Then she let us in. She really was something incredible. She was so tiny that I found myself staring down at the crown of her head, and noting that the clean pink scalp showed plainly through the scant, neat threads of hair. She couldn"t have weighed seventy pounds dressed for the street, but stood proudly erect in lavender alpaca and white collar, and sized us up with lively black eyes that would have fitted Catherine the Great or Calamity Jane.
Good morning to you," she said. Come in."
She led us through a little hall, between beaded portieres, said, Scat,
Seraphin!" to a cat on a chair, and sat us down in her parlour. The cat jumped down, walked away with an un- hurried dignity, then sat down, tucked his tail neatly around his carefully placed feet, and stared at us with the same calm appraisal as his mistress.
My boy Jack told me that you were coming," she began. You are Mr Fraser and you are Mr Jedson," getting us sorted out correctly. It was not a question; it was a statement. You want your futures read, I suppose. What method do you prefer - your palms, the stars, the sticks?"
I was about to correct her misapprehension when Jedson cut in ahead of me. I think we"d best leave the method up to you, Mrs Jennings."
All right, we"ll make it tea leaves then. I"ll put the kettle on; twon"t take a minute." She bustled out. We could hear her in the kitchen, her light footsteps clicking on the linoleum, utensils sc.r.a.ping and clattering in a busy, pleasant disharmony.
When she returned I said, I hope we aren"t putting you out, Mrs Jennings."
Not a bit of it," she a.s.sured me. I like a cup of tea in the morning; it does a body comfort. I just had to set a love philter off the fire.- that"s what took me so long."
I"m sorry-"
Twon"t hurt it to wait."
The Zekerboni formula?" Jedson inquired.
My goodness gracious, no!" She was plainly upset by the suggestion. I wouldn"t kill all those harmless little creatures. Hares and swallows and doves - the very idea! I don"t know what Pierre Mora was thinking about when he set that recipe down. I"d like to box his cars!
No, I use Emula campana, orange, and ambergris. It"s just as effective."
Jedson then asked if she had ever tried the juice of vervain. She looked closely into his face before replying, You have the sight yourself, son. Am I not right?"
A little, mother," he answered soberly, a little, perhaps."
It will grow. Mind how you use it. As for vervain, it is efficacious, as you know."
Wouldn"t it be simpler?"
Of course it would. But if that easy a method became generally known, anyone and everyone would be making it and using it promiscuously - a bad thing. And witches would starve for want of clients - perhaps a good thing!" She flicked up one white eyebrow. But if it is simplicity you want, there is no need to bother even with vervain. Here-" She reached out and touched me on the hand.
"Bestarberto corrum pit viscera e)us virilis. " That is as near as I can reproduce her words. I may have misquoted it.
But I had no time to think about the formula she had p.r.o.nounced. I was fully occupied with the startling thing that had come over me. I was in love, ecstatically, deliciously in love - with Granny Jennings! I don"t mean that she suddenly looked like a beautiful young girl - she didn"t. I still saw her as a little, old, shrivelled-up woman with the face of a shrewd monkey, and ancient enough to be my great-grandmother. It didn"t matter. She was she - the Helen that all men desire, the object of romantic adoration.
She smiled into my face with a smile that was warm and full of affectionate understanding. Everything was all right, and I was perfectly happy. Then she said, I would not mock you, boy," in a gentle voice, and touched my hand a second time while whispering something else.
At once it was all gone. She was just any nice old woman, the sort that would bake a cake for a grandson or sit up with a sick neighbour. Nothing was changed, and the cat had not even blinked. The romantic fascination was an emotionless memory. But I was poorer for the difference.
The kettle was boiling. She trotted out to attend to it, and returned shortly with a tray of things, a plate of seed cake, and thin slices of homemade bread spread with sweet b.u.t.ter.
When we had drunk a cup apiece with proper ceremony, she took Jedson"s cup from him and examined the dregs. Not much money there," she announced, but you shan"t need much; it"s a fine full life." She touched the little pool of tea with the tip of her spoon and sent tiny ripples across it. Yes, you have the sight, and the need for understanding that should go with it, but I find you in business instead of pursuing the great art, or even the lesser arts. Why is that?"
Jedson shrugged his shoulders and answered half apologetically, There is work at hand that needs to be done. I do it.
She nodded. That is well. There is understanding to be gained in any job, and you will gain it. There is no hurry; time is long. When your own work comes you will know it and be ready for it. Let me see your cup," she finished, turning to me.
I handed it to her. She studied it for a moment and said, Well, you have not the clear sight such as your friend has, but you have the insight you need for your proper work. Any more would make you dissatisfied, for I see money here. You will make much money, Archie Fraser."
Do you see any immediate setback in my business?" I said quickly.
No. See for yourself." She motioned towards the cup. I leaned forward and stared at it. For a matter of seconds it seemed as if I looked through the surface of the dregs into a living scene beyond. I recognized it readily enough. It was my own place of business, even to the scars on the driveway gate- posts where clumsy truck drivers had clipped the corner too closely.
But there was a new annex wing on the east side of the lot, and there were two beautiful new five-ton dump trucks drawn up in the yard with my name painted on them!
While I watched I saw myself step out of the office door and go walking down the street. I was wearing a new hat, but the suit was the one I was wearing in Mrs
Jennings"s parlour, and so was the necktie - a plaid one from the tartan of my clan. I reached up and touched the original.
Mrs Jennings said, That will do for now," and I found myself staring at the bottom of the teacup. You have seen," she went on, your business need not worry you. As for love and marriage and children, sickness and health and death - let us look." She touched the surface of the dregs with a fingertip; the tea leaves moved gently. She regarded them closely for a moment. Her brow puckered; she started to speak, apparently thought better of it, and looked again. Finally she said, I do not fully understand this. It is not clear; my own shadow falls across it.
Perhaps I can see," offered Jedson.
Keep your peace!" She surprised me by speaking tartly, and placed her hand over the cup. She turned back to me with compa.s.sion in her eyes. It is not clear. You have two possible futures. Let your head rule your heart, and do not fret your soul with that which cannot be. Then you will marry, have children, and be content." With that she dismissed the matter, for she said at once to both of us, You did not come here for divination; you came here for help of another sort." Again it was a statement, not a question.
What sort of help, mother?" Jedson inquired.
For this." She shoved my cup under his nose.
He looked at it and answered, Yes, that is true. Is there help?" I looked into the cup, too, but saw nothing but tea leaves.
She answered, I think so. You should not have employed Biddle, but the mistake was natural. Let us be going." Without further parley she fetched her gloves and purse and coat, perched a ridiculous old hat on the top of her head, and bustled us out of the house. There was no discussion of terms; it didn"t seem necessary.
When we got back to the lot her workroom was already up. It was not anything fancy like Biddle"s, but simply an old, square tent, like a gypsy"s pitch, with a peaked top and made in several gaudy colours. She pushed aside the shawl that closed the door and invited us inside.
It was gloomy, but she took a big candle, lighted it and stuck it in the middle of the floor. By its light she inscribed five circles on the ground .- first a large one, then a somewhat smaller one in front of it. Then she drew two others, one on each side of the first and biggest circle. These were each big enough for a man to stand in, and she told us to do so. Finally she made one more circle off to one side and not more than a foot across.
I"ve never paid much attention to the methods of magicians, feeling about them the way Thomas Edison said he felt about mathematicians - when he wanted one he could hire one. but Mrs Jennings was different. I wish I could understand the things she did - and why.
I know she drew a lot of cabalistic signs in the dirt within the circles. There were pentacles of various shapes, and some writing in what I judged to be
Hebraic script, though Jedson says not. In particular there was, I remember, a sign like a long flat Z, with a loop in it, woven in and out of a Maltese cross.