Heartfire: The Tales of Alvin Maker, Volume V (9 page)

“What do you mean?” said Mike Fink. “We got frogs and snails here.”

“But you have no garlic.”

“We got onions so strong they make you fart blue,” said Mike. “And I tasted a Red man’s peppercorn one time that made me think I was a fish and I woke up in the river.”

“The food of France does nothing so wonderful. It
taste
so good that every day God send a saint down to Paris to bring him his dinner, but what does he know?”

They continued the bragging contest into the kitchen. But Alvin stopped off in the small parlor, where Verily
sat comfortably with a book on his lap. He glanced at Alvin and then back down at the book.

“Oh, you’re back,” said Verily. “I assumed you had been killed and Arthur sold into slavery.” He turned a page. “Next time, perhaps.” He said it with no expression at all. Mike was right. Alvin had never seen Verily Cooper so mad.

“I’m sorry,” Alvin said.

“All right then,” said Verily, setting down the book and rising to his feet. “Let’s go.” Verily walked toward the door.

“This late in the afternoon?” asked Alvin as he passed!

Verily stopped and looked at Alvin in feigned surprise. “Afternoon? So late? I had no idea.”

“I said I’m sorry,” said Alvin.

“I’m not like Peggy,” said Verily. “I can’t see your heartfire off in the distance and assure myself that everything’s all right. I just sit here waiting.”

“I can’t believe this,” said Alvin. “You sound like a wife.”

“I sound angry,” said Verily. “I think it’s interesting that in your mind this translates as ‘sounding like a wife.’”

“Now you sound like a lawyer,” said Alvin.

“But you still sound like someone who thinks his life is so much more important than anyone else’s that he can worry and inconvenience other people and all will be made right if he just says ‘I’m sorry.’”

Alvin was stunned. “How can you say that? You know that’s not how I feel.”

“That’s not what you
say
. But it’s how you
act
.”

“Sure, yes, maybe I do act like that. I’m on this journey trying to find out what this knack I have is
for
. I was told once that I’m supposed to build a Crystal City only I don’t know what it is or how it’s made. So I’m flailing around, changing my mind from day to day and week to week because I don’t even know where to begin.
Some Tennizy town calling itself Crystal City? Or maybe New England, because one of the wisest people I know tells me that’s where I’ll learn how to create a city?”

“This is not about whether or not you follow my suggestion,” said Verily.

“I know what it’s about,” said Alvin. “Your knack is as remarkable as mine. On top of that you’re an educated man. So why are you wandering all over America, following a half-educated journeyman blacksmith who doesn’t know where he’s going?”

“That is precisely the question I’ve spent this whole day asking.”

“Well, answer it,” said Alvin. “Because if you want to be the center of your own life, then get on with it. Go away. The longer you follow me around the more you’re going to get caught up in
my
life, and pretty soon all you’ll be is the fellow who helped Alvin Smith build him a Crystal City.”

“That’s if you succeed in building it.”

“Now we’re to it, ain’t we, Very?” said Alvin. “It’s worth it to tag along with me iffen I end up building the damn city. But what if I never figure it out?
Then
what’s your life about?”

Verily turned his back on Alvin, but he didn’t leave the room. He walked to the window. “Now I see,” he said.

“See what?”

“I sat here getting angrier and angrier, and I thought it was because you were delaying our journey and hadn’t sent word, and I talked myself into resenting the highhanded way you make decisions, but that was nonsense, because I’m free to leave any time. I’m with you by my own choice, and that includes being patient while you figure things out. So why was I angry?”

“Being angry isn’t always for a reason that makes sense.”

“Do you imagine you have to tell a lawyer that?”
Verily laughed grimly. “I see now that I was really angry because I’m not in control of my own life. I’ve handed it over to you.”

“Not to me,” said Alvin.

“You’re the one leading this expedition.”

“You think just because you’re not in charge of your own life right now, I must be in charge?” Alvin sat down on the floor and leaned against the wall. “I didn’t give myself this knack. I didn’t set the Unmaker to trying to kill me a dozen times over while I was growing up. I didn’t cause myself to be born where this torch girl could see my future and use my birth caul to save my life every one of those times. I didn’t choose to get all caught up with Tenskwa-Tawa, either—I was kidnapped by a bunch of Reds as was in cahoots with Harrison. And when I do make a choice it’s liable to blow up in my face. I figured out how to save Arthur from the Finders but what did it cost him? He can’t do the voices anymore, not even the true voices of the birds. I’d give anything to put him back to rights, the way he was. And this golden plow, this living plow I found in the fire, that was the worst mistake of all, cause I don’t know how to use it or what
it’s
for. But I feel like it’s got to make sense. There’s got to be some purpose behind it. Some plan. Only I can’t see what it’s supposed to be. Not the future, not the present, not the past. And Margaret’s no help neither, cause she sees too many futures and all she cares about is whether I’m dead, as if there’s some future in which I don’t die. Verily, you feel like you’re getting led around on a string, but at least you can look at the other end of the string and see who’s holding it.”

“You,” said Verily.

“And you can take it back if you want. You can go your own way. But me, Verily, who’s holding
my
string? And how can I get away?”

Verily sank to his knees in front of Alvin and put his hands on Alvin’s shoulders, then pulled him into an embrace.
“You need a friend, and I’m nothing but a nag, Alvin.”

“You’re the friend I need, Verily, as long as you want to be,” said Alvin.

They held each other for a long moment, both of them rejoicing in the closeness, and both relieved that they hadn’t lost it in the flaring of tempers of two strong-willed men.

“So we stay another night?” asked Verily.

“If Mistress Louder hasn’t changed the sheets,” said Alvin.

“She hasn’t,” said Verily. “She said she wouldn’t till she saw you ride off.”

“So she knew I wouldn’t get away today?”

“She wished,” said Verily. “You know she’s set her cap for you.”

“Don’t be silly. She’s twenty years older than me at least, and I’m a married man.”

“Cupid shoots his arrows where they’ll cause the most mischief,” said Verily.

“She mothers me,” said Alvin. “That’s all it is.”

“To you it feels like mothering,” said Verily, “but to her it feels like wifing.”

“Then let’s get out of here tonight.”

“The harm’s already done,” said Verily, “and she’s not going to do anything about it, so why not stay tonight in a familiar bed?”

“And eat familiar food,” said Alvin.

“Which I smell right now,” said Verily.

“It’s not even suppertime,” said Alvin.

“How often a woman’s love comes out as cookies.”

“One more night in Mistress Louder’s house,” said Alvin.

“You’ll always come back here when you’re in Philadelphia,” said Verily.

“Why, you think I can’t turn away from a good meal and a soft bed?”

“I think you can’t bear the thought of breaking her heart.”

“I thought I was blind to other people’s needs and desires.”

Verily grinned. “I believe that the person who said that was in a bit of a snit. A rational person would never speak of you that way.”

“So we leave for New England in the morning?” said Alvin.

“Unless Arthur Stuart has another errand for us.”

“And Verily Cooper, attorney-at-law, comes along with us?”

“You never know when you might need someone to talk you out of jail.”

“No more jails for me,” said Alvin. “Next time somebody locks me up, I’ll be out before they turn around.”

“Don’t you think it’s ironic that you have no idea what you’re supposed to do,” said Verily, “and yet so many people have gone to so much trouble to prevent you from doing it?”

“Maybe they just don’t like my face.”

“I can appreciate the sentiment,” said Verily, “but I think it’s more likely that they fear your power. Once you made that plow, once you set Arthur Stuart free, it became known that such a man as you existed. And evil people naturally assume that you will use that power exactly as they would use it.”

“And how is that?”

“The greedy among them think of gold. What vault could keep you out? Since the only thing that keeps them from stealing is that they can’t get into the vaults, they can’t believe you won’t use the power that way. By the same reasoning, the more ambitious of your enemies will imagine you have designs on public power and prestige, and they will try to discredit you in advance by tarring you with whatever charge they think might be believed.
The mere fact that you’ve been tried taints you, even though you were acquitted.”

“So you’re saying they don’t have any more idea what I’m spose to do than I have.”

“I’m saying that your chances of never getting locked up again are remote.”

“And so that’s why you’re coming along.”

“You can’t build your Crystal City from inside a jail, Alvin.”

“Verily Cooper, if you think I’m going to believe that’s why you’re coming with me, think again, my friend.”

“Oh?”

“You’re coming along because this is the most exciting thing going on and you don’t want to miss any of it.”

“Exciting? Sitting here all day in the heat while you watch a Frenchman paint?”

“That’s what made you mad,” said Alvin. “You wanted to be there yourself to see Arthur talk them birds into posing.”

Verily grinned. “Must have been a sight to see.”

“For the first couple of minutes, maybe.” Alvin yawned.

“Oh, that’s right, your life is so boring,” said Verily.

“No, I was just thinking that you would have gotten a lot bigger kick out of the way we broke into the taxidermist’s shop and set free a bird that wasn’t quite dead.”

Verily paced around the room, orating. “That’s it! Right there! This is intolerable! This is what makes me so angry! Leaving me out of everything fun! This is why you are the most irritating friend a man could have!”

“But Verily, I didn’t know when I left the house that anything like that was going to happen.”

“That’s exactly my point,” said Verily. “You don’t know what’s going to happen, and given what’s happened to you your whole life, it is unreasonable—indeed
it is unconscionable—for you to presume that any task you set out on will proceed without dangerous and fascinating consequences!”

“So what’s your solution?”

Verily knelt before him and rested his hands on Alvin’s knees. Nose to nose he said, “Always take me with you, dammit!”

“Even when I have to whip it out and pee into a bush?”

“If I allow any exceptions, then sure as you’re born, there’ll be a talking badger in the bush who’ll clamp his jaws on your pisser and won’t let go till you give him the secret of the universe.”

“Well, hell, Verily, if that ever happens I’ll just have to pee sitting down for the rest of my life, cause I don’t know the secret of the universe.”

“And
that’s
why you’ve got to keep me with you.”

“Why, do
you
know the secret?”

“No, but I can strangle the badger till he lets you go.”

“Badgers got powerful claws, Verily. Your legs’d be in shreds in ten seconds. You are such a greenhorn.”

“There is no badger, Alvin! This was a hypothetical situation, deliberately exaggerated for rhetorical effect.”

“You’re spitting right in my face, Very.”

“I am with you through it all, Alvin. That’s what I’m saying.”

“I know, Verily Cooper. I’m counting on you.”

In the cheap boardinghouse where Calvin and Honoré were staying, the kitchen was in the back garden. This was fine with them. Arriving home from a night of carousing, they wanted something to eat but didn’t want to call the landlady’s attention to their late arrival. This was Camelot, after all, in which men were expected to drink, but only with absolute decorum, and never in a way that would discommode polite ladies.

Most of the food was in the locked pantry inside the house, on the ground floor where the slaves lived. No need to wake them up. The kitchen shed had a little food in it. There was a pot of cheap cooking molasses, some rancid butter, and leftover chickpeas stuck to the pot they had been cooked in. Honoré de Balzac looked at the mess with distaste. But Calvin just grinned at him.