osc.am2.redprophet-第65部分

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　La　Fayette　could　be。
　　The　men　on　deck　bustled　and　hurried　and　made　ten　thousand　clumbing　noises；　for　they　were　heaving　in　to　land；　Napoleon　was　home　in　France　at　last。
　　
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　　Ta…Kumsaw　did　not　need　to　fear　the　thick　fog　that　descended　as　he　reached　the　Hio's　mouth；　pouring　into　the　Mizzipy　and　getting　lost　in　those　stronger　currents。　He　knew　the　way：　west；　and　any　shore　would　be　his　refuge；　his　safety；　the　end　of　his　life。
　　For　that's　all　that　he　could　see　ahead　of　him　now。　The　land　west　of　the　Mizzipy　was　his　brother's　land；　the　place　where　White　man　would　not　e。　The　land　itself；　the　water；　every　living　thing　would　work　to　bar　those　White　who　were　foolish　enough　to　think　that　the　Red　men　could　be　defeated　again。　But　it　was　the　Prophet's　gifts　the　Red　folk　needed　now；　not　those　of　a　warrior　like　Ta…Kumsaw。　He　might　be　a　figure　of　legend　in　the　east；　among　fallen　Reds　and　foolish　Whites；　but　in　the　west　they　would　know　him　for　what　he　was。　A　failure；　a　bloody…handed　man　who　led　his　people　to　destruction。
　　The　water　lapped　at　his　canoe。　He　heard　a　redbird　singing　not　far　off。　The　fog　grew　whiter；　dazzling；　then　broke；　and　the　sun　shone　bright；　blinding　him。　In　three　paddlestrokes　his　canoe　nosed　the　shore；　and　there；　to　his　surprise；　was　a　man　silhouetted　in　the　late　afternoon　sun；　standing　on　the　bank。　The　man　sprang　down　and　took　the　end　of　Ta…Kumsaw's　canoe　and　pulled　it　tight　against　the　riverbank；　then　helped　Ta…Kumsaw　out　of　the　little　boat。　Ta…Kumsaw　couldn't　see　his　face；　his　eyes　were　so　bedazzled；　but　he　knew　who　it　was　all　the　same；　from　the　touch　of　the　hand。　And　then　the　voice；　murmuring；　〃Let　the　canoe　drift　away。　There'll　be　no　more　crossing　to　the　other　side；　my　brother。〃
　　〃Lolla…Wossiky；〃　cried　Ta…Kumsaw。　Then　he　wept　and　knelt　at　his　brother's　feet；　clinging　to　his　knees。　All　the　anguish；　all　the　grief　spilled　out　of　him；　while　above　him　Lolla…Wossiky；　called　Tenskwa…Tawa；　called　the　Prophet；　sang　to　him　a　song　of　melancholy；　a　song　about　the　death　of　bees。
　　
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　　Things　were　changed　somewhat　when　Alvin　got　to　town。　There　was　a　sign　right　out　on　the　Wobbish　Road；　saying：
　　
　　Pass　by；　stranger；　if　you　can。
　　Or　hear　a　tale　unfit　for　ears　of　man。
　　
　　Well　Alvin　knew　the　purpose　of　that　sign。　But　he　was　no　stranger　here。
　　Or　was　he？　As　he　made　his　way　along　the　little　spur　of　the　road　toward　Vigor　Church；　he　saw　that　new　buildings　had　been　put　up；　new　houses　built。　Folks　were　living　pretty　much　cheek…by…jowl　here　now；　and　Vigor　Church　was　a　proper　town。　But　no　one　greeted　him　in　the　road；　and　even　the　children　a…playing　in　the　mons　had　no　word　for　him；　no　doubt　their　parents　taught　them　not　to　wele　strangers；　or　maybe　they　just　were　sick　of　hearing　their　fathers　and　older　brothers　telling　their　awful　tale　to　whatever　stranger　came　to　call。　Better　not　to　wele　any　man　or　woman　here。
　　And　the　past　year　had　changed　Alvin。　He　was　taller；　yes；　but　also　he　knew　that　his　walk　was　different；　more　like　a　Red　man；　unaccustomed　to　the　feel　of　a　White　man's　road　beneath　his　feet；　wishing　for　the　greenwood　song；　which　was　near　extinguished　in　these　parts。　Maybe　I　am　a　stranger　here　these　days。　Maybe　I　seen　and　done　too　much　this　last　year　to　ever　e　back　and　be　Alvin　Junior　anymore。
　　Even　with　the　changes　in　the　town；　Alvin　knew　his　way。　This　much　hadn't　changed：　there　was　still　bridges　over　every　little　stream　on　the　roadway　up　to　his　father's　house。　Alvin　tried　to　feel　the　old　way；　feel　the　anger　of　the　water　against　him。　But　the　black　evil　that　once　was　his　enemy；　it　hardly　knew　him　either；　now　that　he　walked　like　a　Red　man；　all　at　one　with　the　living　world。　Never　mind；　thought　Alvin。　As　the　land　gets　tame　and　broken；　I'll　be　White　again　in　my　step；　and　the　Unmaker　will　find　me。　Just　as　he　broke　the　Red　man's　healing　hold　on　this　land；　he'll　try　to　break　me　too；　and　if　Ta…Kumsaw　wasn't　strong　enough　or　Tenskwa…Tawa　wise　enough　to　stand　against　the　old　Unmaker；　what　will　I　ever　do？
　　Just　make　my　way；　day　by　day；　like　the　old　hymn　said。　Make　my　way；　day　by　day；　Lord　above；　light　and　love；　in　my　grief　bring　relief；　fill　my　cup；　lift　me　up；　heal　my　soul；　make　me　whole。　Amen。　Amen。
　　Cally　was　a…standing　there　right　on　the　porch；　doing　nothing；　like　as　if　he　was　just　watching　out　in　case　Alvin　Junior　should　e　home　today；　and　maybe　that's　what　he　was　doing；　maybe　it　was。　Anyway　it　was　Cally　shouted　out；　Cally　who　knew　him　at　once　despite　all　changes　in　him。
　　〃Alvin！　Ally！　Alvin　Junior！　He's　home！　You're　home！〃
　　First　one　to　e　at　his　call；　running　around　the　house　with　his　sleeves　up　and　the　ax　still　trailing　from　his　hand；　was　Measure。　Soon　as　he　saw　it　was　truly　Alvin；　he　dropped　the　ax　and　took　Alvin　Junior　by　the　shoulders；　looked　him　over　for　any　harm；　and　Alvin　done　the　same；　looking　for　any　scars　on　Measure。　None　at　all；　healed　proper。　But　Measure　found　some　deeper　injuries　in　Alvin；　and　softly　said；　〃You　got　older；　Al。〃　To　which　Alvin　had　nary　a　thing　to　say；　it　being　true；　and　for　a　moment　they　just　stared　into　each　other's　eyes；　each　knowing　how　far　down　the　long　road　of　the　Red　man's　suffering　and　exile　the　other　had　walked；　no　other　White　man　could　ever　know　what　they　knew。　Then　Ma　came　out　onto　the　porch　and　Pa　out　of　the　mill　and　up　to　the　house；　and　oh；　there　was　hugging　and　kissing　and　crying　and　laughing　and　shouting　and　silence。　They　didn't　kill　the　fatted　calf；　but　there　was　a　young　pig　didn't　see　another　sunrise。　Cally　ran　to　the　brothers'　farms　and　Armor…of…God's　store　and　gave　notice　what　was　up　and　soon　all　the　family　was　gathered　to　greet　Alvin　Junior：　who　they　knew　wasn't　dead　but　had　given　up　hope　of　seeing　again。
　　And　then；　as　it　was　getting　late；　there　came　a　time　when　Pa　hid　his　hands　in　his　pockets；　and　the　other　menfolk　all　grew　still；　and　then　the　womenfolk；　till　Alvin　nodded　and　said；　〃I　know　the　tale　you　have　to　tell。　So　tell　it　now；　all　of　you；　and　then　I'll　tell　you　my　part　in　it。〃
　　They　did；　and　he　did；　and　there　was　more　weeping；　of　grief　this　time　instead　of　joy。　This　valley　of　the　Wobbish　was　all　the　home　they'd　ever　know　now；　it　was　the　only　way　they　could　bear　to　live；　all　the　folk　who'd　done　murder　at　Tippy…Canoe；　was　right　among　each　other　and　seeing　no　strangers。　Where　could　they　go　and　live　in　peace；　what　with　having　to　tell　all　ers　what　it　was　they　done？　〃So；　we　got　to　stay；　Al　Junior。　But　not　you　or　Cally；　you　know。　And　maybe　your　apprenticeship　is　still　a　thing　that　we　can　do；　what　do　you　think？〃
　　〃Time　to　think　of　that　liter；〃　said　Ma。　〃Time　for　all　those　questions　later。　He's　home；　that's　all　for　now；　you　hear　me？　He's　home；　who　I　never　thought　to　lay　eyes　on　again。　Thank　the　Lord　God　that　he　didn't　make　me　a　prophet；　when　I　said　I'd　never　lay　eyes　on　my　sweet　little　Alvin　anymore。〃
　　Alvin　hugged　his　ma　back　just　as　hard　as　she　hugged　him。　He　didn't　tell　her　that　her　prophecy　was　true。　That　it　wasn't　her　sweet　little　Alvin　who'd　e　home　this　time。　Let　her　find　that　out　on　her　own。　Right　now　it　was　enough　that　the　year　was　over；　that　he'd　seen　the　unwinding　of　all　the　great　changes；　that　now；　however　different　it　might　be；　however　bitter；　life　could　go　on　in　a　steady　path；　with　no　more　breaking　of　the　ground　underfoot。
　　At　night　in　his　own　bed；　Alvin　listened　to　the　distant　greensong；　still　warm　and　beautiful；　still　bright　and　hopeful　even　though　the　forest　was　getting　so　sparse；　even　though　the　future　was　so　dim。　Cause　there's　no　fear　of　future　in　the　song　of　life；　just　the　ever…joyful　present　moment。　That's　all　I　want　right　now；　thought　Alvin。　The　present　moment；　which　is　good　enough。



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