Arthur Stuart tipped his hat to her and grinned and then strode on ahead.
Marie wanted to run to him and hold his hand and walk with him. But that was foolishness. For one thing, she needed the sachet to help her. For another thing, he he needed to keep his mind on his work. And for a third thing, he probably wouldn"t want her to. needed to keep his mind on his work. And for a third thing, he probably wouldn"t want her to.
As for the rest of the people, the sachets seemed to help. Little children kept up better. Adults who carried babies didn"t get so tired. There weren"t people constantly dropping out to rest and then losing their place in the company. So even though n.o.body walked faster than before, they actually made far more progress during the day.
They also waited until later to pick a plantation to be their host for the evening. "We"ve gone so far," said Arthur Stuart, "maybe the people here will think they"re safe and not be looking out for us."
"You think I gonna walk up to no house?" said La Tia. "Wake up from you dream, you."
"What else can we do?" said Arthur Stuart.
"Kill them in their houses."
They all turned at the voice. It was Old Bart, the butler from the Cottoner house. "You heard me. You got this knack, boy. Use it. Reach into they hearts and stop them from beating no more."
"That would be murder," said Arthur Stuart.
"It ain"t murder," said Old Bart. "It"s war, and they be winning it, less you do what soldiers do, and kill them as would kill you."
"Not here," said Arthur Stuart. "Not today."
"You kill them, we we win," insisted Old Bart. "Nothing but what they deserve, what they done to us." win," insisted Old Bart. "Nothing but what they deserve, what they done to us."
"You dead?" asked La Tia. "Your heart stop beating?"
Old Bart whirled on her. "Don"t you tell me how angry to be. I was dead inside for all them years, me a man, and couldn"t act act like one." like one."
"Funny way to be dead, you got. Stand there talking. Bet you p.i.s.s three time a day, too, you! How many dead man do that?"
Old Bart probably had an answer for that, but the laughter of those nearby convinced him that this wasn"t the day to argue with her. But Marie saw that he hadn"t changed his mind. Just changed his mind about talking talking about it. about it.
"Kill them in they house," La Tia went on scornfully. "We want food. We want a place to sleep. Kill somebody for that in they own house?"
Arthur Stuart shook his head. "If I was in his place, I think I might feel the same."
"You men," said La Tia. "Killing just a thing you do."
"You know that ain"t so," said Arthur Stuart. "But when it needs doing, I bet you glad you got somebody to do it."
This had gone far enough. "I know," said Marie. "I go alone."
"No!" her mother cried.
"They look for two women with two slaves. I go alone, and Arthur Stuart and La Tia, they come another way. Arthur, you look out for me, won"t you?"
"I will," he said.
"I just go and explain to them. We only want food and a place to sleep. Only ... maybe you show power to them, while I"m talking. Put fog at every window. Show them it"s better just to let us stay one night and go away."
They thought about it, and Arthur only improved on it a little. "All the windows but one," he said. "Clear sky through one window."
"Then we better do it before the sun goes all the way down," said Marie.
Only after everyone agreed and they headed for the house they had chosen did Marie start to realize what she had just done. What if they had shotguns this this time? How fast was Arthur Stuart? time? How fast was Arthur Stuart?
Just before they got within sight of the house, Arthur stopped them. "There"s four grown men in this house, and six women. And no shortage of guns. And no children."
That was a bad sign, Marie knew. The children most likely had been sent away.
"Good sign," said La Tia. "They don"t sent away the women. They don"t think we come tonight."
"Fog as soon as I get inside," Marie reminded Arthur Stuart.
He squeezed her hand. "Count on me," he said.
Then he let go and she walked alone down the road and turned up the long drive to the house.
Long before she got to the house she had been spotted and three men were on the porch, holding muskets.
"You crazy, girl?" said the oldest of them. "Don"t you know there"s an army of raping and pillaging runaways coming this way?"
"My papa"s wagon overturned up the road, I need help."
"Your papa"s out of luck," said the biggest of the men. "We, ain"t leaving this porch for n.o.body."
"But he"s hurt, when he try to stand up, he falls down."
"What"s that accent?" said the youngest man. "You French?"
"My parents are from Nueva Barcelona," she said.
"Being a Frenchwoman in these parts ain"t such a good idea this week."
She smiled at them. "Can I change who I am? Oh, you must help me. At least send a couple of servants with me to help right the wagon and bring my father here, can"t you do that?"
"Slaves are all locked up, ready to be marched away in the morning, and we ain"t letting any of them them out on the road, neither," said the big man. out on the road, neither," said the big man.
"Then I see that Providence brought me to a house with no Christian charity," she said. She turned her back and started back down the road.
It sort of made sense that when she seemed willing to leave, that was what convinced them. "Ain"t never turned folks in trouble away from my house before," said the old man.
"Ain"t never been no slave revolt, neither," said the big man.
"But even during a time of slave revolt," said the young man, "wagons can still overturn and honest men can still be hurt and need help."
Marie didn"t like lying to these men. The old man wanted to be kind, and the young man wanted to trust her. The big man was doing no worse than looking after his people. And since his suspicions were all completely justified, it hardly seemed fair that he was the one made to seem uncharitable. Well, it would all be clear soon enough. She hoped that this one bad experience would not put them off helping their neighbor in the future. It would be a shame if their journey did nothing but make the world worse.
"Come back," shouted the old man.
"No, stay there!" shouted the big man. "We"ll go with you." And he and the young man bounded down from the porch and started trotting toward her.
This was not the plan. What would she do with them out here? "But we need to bring him water."
"Plenty of time for that when we"ve got him to the house."
Now they were beside her, and there was nothing she could do but lead them down the drive.
Suddenly a fog came up. Out of nowhere, and then there was a chill in the air and a fog so thick she couldn"t even see the men beside her.
"What the h.e.l.l," said the big man.
"I can"t see my feet on the drive," said the young man.
Marie, however, said nothing, for the moment the fog came in, she turned around and started walking back toward the house.
In a moment she was out of the fog. She did not glance back to see what it looked like, to have a single thick cloud- she wondered if it was like the Bible story, a pillar of smoke.
The old man wasn"t on the porch.
And then, as she got closer, there he was, with a musket in his hands. "I know devil"s work when I see it, you witch!" he shouted.
He fired the musket.
It was pointed right at her. And the barrel was not not soft. She thought she must surely die on this spot. soft. She thought she must surely die on this spot.
But when the noise of the gunshot died down, she felt nothing, and kept walking toward the porch.
That was when the lead bullet popped out of the barrel of the musket and went maybe two yards and plunked on the ground. It made a pool of lead there, flat as a silver dollar.
"I"m no witch," she said. "And you are a kind and good man. Do you think anybody will hurt you or the people you love? n.o.body will hurt anybody."
From inside the fog came shouts. "Who"s shooting! Where"s the house?"
Now she did look back. Two thick clouds barely taller than a man were moving swiftly across the lawns, but neither one was headed for the porch, and neither one was holding a straight course, either.
"We heard what you done in those other places, you liar!" shouted the old man.
"You heard lies," she said. "Think about it. If we killed everybody, who would tell you there was two French women and two slaves that came to the door? That"s what you were watching for, no?"
The old man was no fool. He could listen pretty well.
"We want food," she said. "And we will have have food from this house. You have plenty, but we don"t take all. Your neighbors will help you replenish the lack. And you won"t need as much food, anyway." food from this house. You have plenty, but we don"t take all. Your neighbors will help you replenish the lack. And you won"t need as much food, anyway."
"Because you"re gonna take all our slaves, is that it?"
"Take them?" said Marie. "We can"t take take them. What would we do, put them in our ap.r.o.n pockets? We let them travel with us if they choose to. If they choose to stay with you, then they can stay. They do what they want, like the children of G.o.d that they are." them. What would we do, put them in our ap.r.o.n pockets? We let them travel with us if they choose to. If they choose to stay with you, then they can stay. They do what they want, like the children of G.o.d that they are."
"Abolitionist b.a.s.t.a.r.ds," said the old man.
"Abolitionists, yes. In my case, also a b.a.s.t.a.r.d." She deliberately p.r.o.nounced the word with a thick French accent. "And you, a man who knows to be kind to strangers, but keeps human beings as property. Even as you do it to the least of these, my brethren."
"Don"t quote scripture to me," said the old man. "Steal from us if you want, but don"t pretend to be holy when you do it."
She was standing on the porch now, facing the old man. She heard the door swing open behind her. She heard the click of a hammer striking the Hint. She heard the sizzle of the gunpowder in the pan.
And then the plop of the bullet hitting the porch.
"d.a.m.n," said a woman"s voice.
"You would have murdered me," said Marie without turning around.
"We shoot trespa.s.sers around here."
"We don"t hurt personne, but you with murder in your heart," said Marie, and she turned to face the woman. "What is your food, that you could shoot a woman in the back for asking you to share it?" She reached out a hand toward the trembling woman, who cowered against the door. She touched the woman"s shoulder. "You have your health," said Marie. "That"s good. Treasure it, to be so strong, no disease in you. Live a long life."
Then she turned to the old man and reached out to him. Took his bare hand in hers. "Oh, you"re a strong man," she said. "But you"re short of breath, yes?"
"I"m an old man," he said. "Ain"t hard to guess I"m short of breath."
"And you have pains in your chest. You try to ignore them, yes? But they come again in a few months, and then a few months. Put your house in order, say your good-byes, you good man. You will see G.o.d in only a few weeks time."
He looked her hard in the eyes. "Why you cursing me?" he said. "What did I ever do to you?"
"I"m not cursing you," she said. "I have no such power, to kill or not kill. I only touch a person and I know if they are sick and if they will die of it. You are sick. You will die of it. In your sleep. But I know you are a generous man, and many will mourn your death, and your family will remember you with love."
Tears filled the old man"s eyes. "What kind of thief are you?"
"A hungry one," she said, "or otherwise I would not steal, not me, not any of us."
The old man turned and looked down onto the lawn. Marie a.s.sumed he was looking at the other two men, or at the clouds that enclosed them, but no. While they were talking, Arthur and La Tia and Mother must have opened the slaves" quarters and now the house was surrounded by black men and women and children. The clouds no longer surrounded the two white men. Unarmed, they were standing inside the circle.
Arthur Stuart stepped forward and held out his hand. As if he expected a white slaveowner to shake with a black man. "My name is Arthur Stuart," he said.
The old man hooted. "You trying to tell us you"re the King?"
Arthur shrugged. "I was telling you my name. I"m also telling you that none of the guns in that house is gonna work, and the man waiting just inside the door with a big old piece of boardwood to bat me or Marie in the head, he might as well put it down, because it won"t hurt n.o.body any more than getting hit with a piece of paper or a dry sponge."
Marie heard somebody inside the house utter a curse, and a thick heavy piece of wood was flung out the door onto the lawn.
"Please let us come inside," she said. "My mother and my friends and I. Let us sit down and talk about how to do this without hurting anyone and without leaving you with nothing."
"I know the best way," said the old man. "Just go away and leave us be."
"We have to go somewhere," said Marie. "We have to eat something. We have to sleep the night."
"But why us?" he said.
"Why not you?" she answered. "G.o.d will bless you ten times for what you share with us today."