13
Mission
IT WAS ALL as well planned as a church party, and Arthur Stuart plain admired how they done it. All the stories about reds that folks told these days was about savages living a natural life picking fruit off the trees and calling to deer and they"d come right up and the red man would clunk them on the head. Or else stories about savages murdering and raping and scalping and capturing white folks and keeping them as slaves till they got away or till some soldiers find them and they refuse to go home. Or about how if you give a red man likker he"ll get as drunk as a skunk in five minutes flat and spend the rest of his life devoted to getting more.
Of course, Arthur Stuart knew in the back of his mind that this sort of thing couldn"t be the complete story. Alvin"s time with the reds had been back before Arthur Stuart was born, but he knew Alvin was friends with the mystical Red Prophet, and he knew Alvin had known and traveled with Ta-k.u.msaw, and had even got himself known as a renegado because of the time he spent with the reds during the war.
And Arthur had seen plenty of red men, from time to time-but they were Irrakwa or Cherriky and they wore business suits just like everybody else and stood for Congress and supervised railroad construction and ran banks and did all kinds of other jobs so there wasn"t no difference between them and white folks except the color of their skin and how fat they got when they grew up, because some of them reds could get huge.
Alvin got kind of sad sometimes, after meeting one of them. "A good man, as men go," he said to Arthur Stuart once. "Prosperous and clever. But what he gave up to get rich."
Arthur Stuart figured what Alvin was talking about was the greensong. He sort of had the idea that maybe red men were supposed to live inside the greensong all the livelong day, and that"s what that Irrakwa railroad man had give up.
But when you thought about the red men living out beyond the Mizzippy, you sort of thought they"d be living the old way, hunting and fishing and living in wigwams. So it plain irritated Arthur Stuart at first to find out that they built log cabins and laid out their towns in streets, and that they planted acre after acre in maize and beans.
"This don"t feel like no greensong to me," Arthur Stuart said to Dead Mary. "This just feels like a town."
Dead Mary laughed at him for that. "Why shouldn"t red folk have towns? Big cities, too? You think only white people know what a city is?"
And when it came to feeding all these six thousand runaways, why, the red men was as organized as a church picnic. There was fifty tables set up, and each colonel and major would bring their fifty households and they"d pa.s.s along the tables and pile up food on baskets and carry them off to the pastures that had been designated as their campsites and it was so smooth that everybody got their breakfast before the sun even got hot. And all the while, there was red women hauling more food to the tables-corn bread and flat bread and bean mash and cider and apples and pawpaws and big bunches of grapes.
The grapes he just had to ask about. "Iffen red folks got grapes, how come they didn"t invent wine?"
"They didn"t have grapes," Alvin told him, "till they learned how to grow them from white folks."
"So what are they doing, making wine now?"
"Their cider and their wine have so little alcohol that you"d have to pee it all out long before you got drunk," said Alvin. "Tenskwa-Tawa sees to that. But it"s the safest way to store water that got no disease in it, and besides, he wants to build up the reds" tolerance for it, so his people don"t get enslaved by alcohol the way he was and so many others were."
"Hard to think of that man being slave to anything," said Arthur Stuart.
"But he was," said Alvin. "Slave to likker and slave to rage and hate. But now he"s at peace with everybody that wants to, and he spends his life reading and studying and learning everything he can about everything."
"So red folks got books?"
"He gets them from our side of the Mizzippy," said Alvin. "And from Canada and Mexico. He travels widely, the way his brother used to do. That"s why he speaks English so well. And French and Spanish and about thirty red languages, too. He says that someday the barrier won"t hold, and white folks and red folks will have to mix, and he wants his people to be ready so they can do it without losing the greensong the way the Cherriky and Irrakwa did."
All that morning, Tenskwa-Tawa was holed up with La Tia and about a dozen old red men and women, and when Arthur asked what they were doing. Alvin told him to mind his own business.
But at noon-when they started in on yet another meal, this time with meat in it-mostly smoked turkey, which the reds seemed to herd like sheep-Alvin was invited in to the big hall where the red council and La Tia were meeting, and in a few minutes he came back out and fetched Arthur Stuart inside.
It was a cool, dark place, with a fire in the middle and a hole in the roof, even though the reds knew perfectly well how to make a chimney, as every cabin in town proved. So it must have something to do with keeping up the old ways. The reds sat right on the ground, on blankets, but they had a chair for La Tia, just like the one she sat in back in Barcy. So she was the tallest thing in the room, like one lone pine standing up in the middle of a stand of beeches.
"Sit with us, Arthur Stuart," said Tenskwa-Tawa. "We have a mission for you, if you"re willing."
This was about the last thing Arthur Stuart expected. A mission for him? He"d expected to follow along with Alvin as he led the company north along the river. The days he"d spent as a second-rate maker barely keeping the fog around the camp had convinced him that he was not not ready to go out makering on his own. Nothing terrible had happened, but it could have, and he had never been more than barely in control. He was proud that he"d done OK, and perfectly relieved if he never had to do it again. ready to go out makering on his own. Nothing terrible had happened, but it could have, and he had never been more than barely in control. He was proud that he"d done OK, and perfectly relieved if he never had to do it again.
"I"ll do my part," said Arthur Stuart, "but you do know that I"m not a maker, I hope."
"It"s not makery they need you for," said Alvin. "Or at least not mostly. It"s your own knack with languages, and the fact that you"re smart and dependable and ... you."
That made no sense to Arthur Stuart, but he was willing to listen-no, he was eager to hear what it was that they actually needed him him for, himself. for, himself.
Tenskwa-Tawa laid out for him what was going on in Mexico, about how the volcano was going to blow up, especially now that La Tia was on the case. "I already planned to send some of my own people to give warning to the Mexica, and they will still go," said Tenskwa-Tawa. "Already some of them are there. But there"s a complication. A group of white men is heading for Mexico City and they will surely be killed, either by the Mexica or by the volcano."
"Or both," said La Tia. "Some men has to die two times to get the point."
"So we need you for two things," said Tenskwa-Tawa. "You have to go warn the white men and help them get out, if they"re willing."
Arthur Stuart laughed. "You gonna send a half-black boy my age to warn white white men to get out?" men to get out?"
"My brother Calvin"s with them," said Alvin.
"But he don"t like me."
"But he"ll know you came from me," said Alvin. "And it"s up to him to persuade the others."
"So this is about saving Calvin"s life," said Arthur Stuart dubiously. He knew perfectly well that his sister Margaret had no high opinion of Calvin and Arthur Stuart kind of suspected that if Calvin died it might ease her mind. But Alvin wouldn"t feel that way, of course. He still thought of Calvin as nothing worse than a foolish little brother who would grow up someday and became a decent man.
"And all the others," said Alvin, "if they"re smart enough to be saved."
"But how am I going to get there in time to warn them?"
"Two things," said Alvin. "First, you"ll run with the greensong."
"But it"s desert between here and there."
"The greensong doesn"t depend on the color green, really," said Alvin. "It conies from life, and you"ll see, the desert is packed with living things. They"re just thirstier, is all."
"But I can"t do the greensong alone."
La Tia spoke up. "I give you a charm like I made before, only better."
"And I"ll run with you the first hour or so, to get you started. Arthur Stuart, you"ve pa.s.sed the threshold, don"t you realize it? You"re the first one to do it, but you"re a man who wasn"t born to be a maker, but he"s learned makery all the same."
"Not as good as you. Nowhere near."
"Maybe not," said Alvin, "but good enough-and the greensong"s not makery anyway. I learned it as surely as you will, and you get better at feeling it the more you do it. You"ll see."
"And somehow I"ll find the way?"
"The closer you get to Mexico, the more folks will know how to point out the road."
"And if somebody decides my heart would make a dandy sacrifice?"
"Then you"ll use the powers you"ve learned to get away. I don"t just want you to deliver the message, I want you to come back safe and sound."
"Oh," said Arthur Stuart, realizing. "You want me to bring these white men with me."
"I want you to bring them as far as it takes to make them safe," said Alvin, "but on no account is that to be here with us. Get them to the coast and put them on a boat-as many as will come-and then you come on back."
"I don"t think a soul"s gonna listen to me," said Arthur Stuart. "When did Calvin ever listen to you?" you?"
"Calvin will do what he wants," said Alvin. "But I won"t let him die because he didn"t know something I could have told him."
"I just hope I get there before the volcano blows," said Arthur Stuart. "What if I get lost?"
"Don"t you worry," said La Tia. "You be carrying the volcano with you."
The other part of the errand? "How can I do that?" that?"
Tenskwa-Tawa answered. "We have awakened the giant under the earth," he said. "It flows now hotter and hotter. But what we couldn"t do was control the moment when it erupted. Or where. But La Tia, she knows the old African ways of calling to the earth. She"s made two charms. They won"t work until they"re burned. But where they"re burned, and what you say when you burn them, you"ll have to memorize that and teach it to my people who are there."
"Why two charms?" asked Arthur.
"The one she call smoke from the ground," said La Tia. "The other one, she call the hot red blood out of the earth."
"My people," said Tenskwa-Tawa, "will tell the Mexica people what day the smoke will first appear, and when it happens, they"ll believe. We want to give them plenty of time to leave. The idea isn"t to kill Mexicas. The idea is to show them that a greater power rejects their lies about what G.o.d wants them to do."
"We"re trying to break the power of the priests who sacrifice human beings," said Alvin.
"Three days after the first charm," said Tenskwa-Tawa, "they"ll use the second one."
"And the volcano blows up."
"We don"t know how bad it will be," said Tenskwa-Tawa. "We can"t control what the giant does, once it"s awake."
"What about the reds who work the charm?" asked Arthur Stuart.
"We hope that they"ll get away in time," said Tenskwa-Tawa.
"I don"t know how fast she work," said La Tia. "I never make this kind before."
"How do you know it"ll work at all, then?" said Arthur Stuart.
It seemed a practical question to him, but La Tia shot him a glare. "I be La Tia, me," she said. "Other people charms, they maybe don"t work."
Arthur Stuart grinned at her. "I hope I grow up to be perfect like you."
She apparently didn"t detect the irony in his words. "You be so lucky," she said.
Arthur Stuart spent the next hour studying the charm to learn how it was put together-"in case she come apart on the road," La Tia said-and learning the words and the motions.
"What if I don"t do it exactly right?" said Arthur Stuart. "What if I forget some bit? Will it just work a little slower, or will it not work at all?"
La Tia glared at him again. "Don"t forget any. Then we never find out how much she go wrong when stupid boy forget."
So even after she was satisfied that he knew what to do, Arthur Stuart went off by himself, to a stand of trees near the river, to go through it all again.
That"s where he was when Dead Mary found him. But he was asleep by then, exhausted from all that he"d been doing for days. The greensong helped him and everyone else stay vigorous all through the night and into the morning, but the need for sleep had caught up with him and there was no denying it.
Arthur Stuart felt a hand on his shoulder and sat bolt upright. He was confused to see that it was Dead Mary who was kneeling beside him, because she had also been in his dream.
"Alvin sent me to look for you," said Dead Mary. "Sorry to wake you up."
Arthur shook his head. "That"s all right," he said. "I didn"t mean to fall asleep."
"What"s that you were lying on?"
Arthur Stuart looked down and was horrified to see that he had rolled over on the smaller charm and bent it. He said a swear word, apologized for it, and when Dead Mary said it was all right, he thanked her and said it again. "She"s gonna kill me if I don"t get this back together right."
"La Tia?" said Dead Mary. "Sometimes I think she might kill someone for practice. The power she has!"
"I"m just glad she"s on our side," said Arthur Stuart.
"She is for now."
"Same could be said for you," said Arthur. "When we get to safety, what then? Where will everybody go?"
"Where can can we go?" said Dead Mary. "All these runaway slaves, where will they be safe? And my people, the French- we don"t speak the way they do in Paris, you think they"ll want us in Canada? We will be strangers wherever we go. Maybe we stay in the United States. Maybe we stay with Alvin." we go?" said Dead Mary. "All these runaway slaves, where will they be safe? And my people, the French- we don"t speak the way they do in Paris, you think they"ll want us in Canada? We will be strangers wherever we go. Maybe we stay in the United States. Maybe we stay with Alvin."
"Alvin wanders all the time," said Arthur Stuart. "He hardly sleeps in the same bed twice."
"Then maybe we wander."
Oh right, Alvin was bound to want her along on his journeys. "He"s married, you know."
She looked at him like he was crazy. "I know that, ignorant boy."
"Is that what I am?"
"When you talk like that, yes," said Mary. "You think I want a husband? husband? You think all women, they want a man for a You think all women, they want a man for a husband husband or not at all?" or not at all?"
"Well, you ain"t got got a husband," said Arthur Stuart. a husband," said Arthur Stuart.
"And when I want one," she answered, "I will tell him and it will be none of your business."
So much for Arthur Stuart"s dream. "It"s none of my business now." He looked at the small charm from every angle. There was nothing wrong with it that he could see, and yet it still didn"t feel quite right.
"Was this supposed to be part of it?" said Mary. She held up a grain of dried maize-a red one.
"Yes, yes, thank you." He inserted it into its place between two pieces of birchbark. "It"s hard to remember what you"re not not seeing. I"m going to mess this up, I just know it. This is important, and they"re crazy to send an ignorant boy to do it." seeing. I"m going to mess this up, I just know it. This is important, and they"re crazy to send an ignorant boy to do it."