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HEARTFIRE

The Tales of Alvin Maker, Part 5

by Orson Scott Card

v1.1(Jan-24-1999)

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Contents

1: Gooses

2: A Lady of the Court

3: Painted Birds

4: Stirred-Up

5: Purity

6: Names

7: Accusation

8: Basket of Souls

9: Witch Hunt

10: Captivity

11: Decent Men

12: Slaves

13: Judgment Day

14: Revolt

15: Fathers and Mothers

Chapter 1 -- Gooses

Arthur Stuart stood at the window of the taxidermy shop, rapt. Alvin Smith was halfway down the

block before he realized that Arthur was no longer with him. By the time he got back, a tall White

man was questioning the boy.

"Where's your master, then?"

Arthur did not look at him, his gaze riveted on a stuffed bird, posed as if it were about to

land on a branch.

"Boy, answer me, or I'll have the constable..."

"He's with me," said Alvin.

The man at once became friendly. "Glad to know it, friend. A boy this age, you'd think if he was

free his parents would have taught him proper respect when a White man--"

"I think he only cares about the birds in the window." Alvin laid a gentle hand on Arthur's

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shoulder. "What is it, Arthur Stuart?"

Only the sound of Alvin's voice could draw Arthur out of his reverie. "How did he see?"

"Who?" asked the man.

"See what?" asked Alvin.

"The way the bird pushes down with his wings just before roosting, and then poses like a statue.

Nobody sees that."

"What's the boy talking about?" asked the man.

"He's a great observer of birds," said Alvin. "I think he's admiring the taxidermy work in the

window."

The man beamed with pride. "I'm the taxidermist here. Almost all of those are mine."

Arthur finally responded to the taxidermist. "Most of these are just dead birds. They looked

more alive when they lay bloody in the field where the shotgun brought them down. But this one.

And that one..." He pointed to a hawk, stooping. "Those were done by someone who knew the living

bird."

The taxidermist glowered for a moment, then put on a tradesman's smile. "Do you like those? The

work of a French fellow goes by the name 'John-James.'" He said the double name as if it were a

joke. "Journeyman work, is all. Those delicate poses-- I doubt the wires will hold up over time."

Alvin smiled at the man. "I'm a journeyman myself, but I do work that lasts."

"No offense meant," the taxidermist said at once. But he also seemed to have lost interest, for

if Alvin was merely a journeyman in some trade, he wouldn't have enough money to buy anything; nor

would an itinerant workman have much use for stuffed animals.

"So you sell this Frenchman's work for less?" asked Alvin.

The taxidermist hesitated. "More, actually."

"The price falls when it's done by the master?" asked Alvin innocently.

The taxidermist glared at him. "I sell his work on consignment, and he sets the price. I doubt

anyone will buy it. But the fellow fancies himself an artist. He only stuffs and mounts the birds

so he can paint pictures of them, and when he's done painting, he sells the bird itself."

"He'd be better to talk to the bird instead of killing it," said Arthur Stuart. "They'd hold

still for him to paint, a man who sees birds so true."

The taxidermist looked at Arthur Stuart oddly. "You let this boy talk a bit forward, don't you?"

"In Philadelphia I thought all folks could talk plain," said Alvin, smiling.

The taxidermist finally understood just how deeply Alvin was mocking him. "I'm not a Quaker, my

man, and neither are you." With that he turned his back on Alvin and Arthur and returned to his

store. Through the window Alvin could see him sulking, casting sidelong glances at them now and

then.

"Come on, Arthur Stuart, let's go meet Verily and Mike for dinner."

Arthur took one step, but still couldn't tear his gaze from the roosting bird.

"Arthur, before the fellow comes out and orders us to move along."

Even with that, Alvin finally had to take Arthur by the hand and near drag him away. And as they

walked, Arthur had an inward look to him. "What are you brooding about?" asked Alvin.

"I want to talk to that Frenchman. I have a question to ask him."

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Alvin knew better than to ask Arthur Stuart what the question was. It would spare him hearing

Arthur's inevitable reply: "Why should I ask you? You don't know."

***

Verily Cooper and Mike Fink were already eating when Alvin and Arthur got to the rooming house.

The proprietor was a Quaker woman of astonishing girth and very limited talents as a cook-- but

she made up for the blandness of her food with the quantities she served, and more important was

the fact that, being a Quaker in more than name, Mistress Louder made no distinction between half-

Black Arthur Stuart and the three White men traveling with him. Arthur Stuart sat at the same

table as the others, and even though one roomer moved out the day Arthur Stuart first sat at

table, she never acted as if she even noticed the fellow was gone. Which was why Alvin tried to

make up for it by taking Arthur Stuart with him on daily forays out into the woods and meadows

along the river to gather wild ginger, wintergreen, spearmint, and thyme to spice up her cooking.

She took the herbs, with their implied criticism of her kitchen, in good humor, and tonight the

potatoes had been boiled with the wintergreen they brought her yesterday.

"Edible?" she asked Alvin as he took his first bite.

Verily was the one who answered, while Alvin savored the mouthful with a beatific expression on

his face. "Madame, your generosity guarantees you will go to heaven, but it's the flavor of

tonight's potatoes that assures you will be asked to cook there."

She laughed and made as if to hit him with a spoon. "Verily Cooper, thou smooth-tongued lawyer,

knowest thou not that Quakers have no truck with flattery?" But they all knew that while she

didn't believe the flattery, she did believe the warm-heartedness behind it.

While the other roomers were still at table, Mike Fink regaled them all with the tale of his

visit to the Simple House, where Andrew Jackson was scandalizing the elite of Philadelphia by

bringing his cronies from Tennizy and Kenituck, letting them chew and spit in rooms that once

offered homesick European ambassadors a touch of the elegance of the old country. Fink repeated a

tale that Jackson himself told that very day, about a fine Philadelphia lady who criticized the

behavior of his companions. "This is the Simple House," Jackson declared, "and these are simple

people." When the lady tried to refute the point, Jackson told her, "This is my house for the next

four years, and these are my friends."

"But they have no manners," said the lady.

"They have excellent manners," said Jackson. "Western manners. But they're tolerant folks.

They'll overlook the fact that you ain't took a bite of food yet, nor drunk any good corn liquor,

nor spat once even though you always look like you got a mouth full of somethin'." Mike Fink

laughed long and hard at this, and so did the roomers, though some were laughing at the lady and

some were laughing at Jackson.

Arthur Stuart asked a question that was bothering Alvin. "How does Andy Jackson get anything

done, if the Simple House is full of river rats and bumpkins all day?"

"He needs something done, why, one of us river rats went and done it for him," said Mike.

"But most rivermen can't read or write," Arthur said.

"Well, Old Hickory can do all the readin' and writin' for hisself," said Mike. "He sends the

river rats to deliver messages and persuade people."

"Persuade people?" asked Alvin. "I hope they don't use the methods of persuasion you once tried

on me."

Mike whooped at that. "Iffen Old Hickory let the boys do those old tricks, I don't think there'd

be six noses left in Congress, nor twenty ears!"

Finally, though, the tales of the frolicking at the Simple House-- or degradation, depending on

your point of view-- wound down and the other roomers left. Only Alvin and Arthur, as latecomers,

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were still eating as they made their serious reports on the day's work.

Mike shook his head sadly when Alvin asked him if he'd had a chance to talk to Andy Jackson.

"Oh, he included me in the room, if that's what you mean. But talking alone, no, not likely. See,

Andy Jackson may be a lawyer but he knows river rats, and my name rang a bell with him. Haven't

lived down my old reputation yet, Alvin. Sorry."

Alvin smiled and waved off the apology. "There'll come a day when the president will meet with

us."

"It was premature, anyway," said Verily. "Why try for a land grant when we don't even know what

we're going to use it for?"

"Do so," said Alvin, playing at a children's quarrel.

"Do not," said Verily, grinning.

"We got a city to build."

"No sir," said Verily. "We have the name of a city, but we don't have the plan of a city, or

even the idea of the city--"

"It's a city of Makers!"

"Well, it would have been nice if the Red Prophet had told you what that means," said Verily.

"He showed it to me inside the waterspout," said Alvin. "He doesn't know what it means any more

than I do. But we both saw it, a city made of glass, filled with people, and the city itself

taught them everything."

"Amid all that seeing," said Verily, "did you perhaps hear a hint of what we're supposed to tell

people to persuade them to come and help us build it?"

"I take it that means you didn't accomplish what you set out to do, either," said Alvin.

"Oh, I perused the Congressional Library," said Verily. "Found many references to the Crystal

City, but most of them were tied up with Spanish explorers who thought it had something to do with

the fountain of youth or the Seven Cities of the Onion."

"Onion?" asked Arthur Stuart.

"One of the sources misheard the Indian name 'Cibola' as a Spanish word for 'onion,' and I

thought it was funny," said Verily. "All dead ends. But there is an interesting datum that I can't

readily construe."

"Wouldn't want to have anything constroodled redly," said Alvin.

"Don't play frontiersman with me," said Verily. "Your wife was a better schoolteacher than to

leave you that ignorant."

"You two leave off teasing," demanded Arthur Stuart. "What did you find out?"

"There's a post office in a place that calls itself Crystal City in the state of Tennizy."

"There's probably a place called Fountain of Youth, too," said Alvin.

"Well, I thought it was interesting," said Verily.

"Know anything else about it?"

"Postmaster's a Mr. Crawford, who also has the titles Mayor and-- I think you'll like this,

Alvin-- White Prophet."

Mike Fink laughed, but Alvin didn't like it. "White Prophet. As if to set himself against

Tenskwa-Tawa?"

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"I just told you all I know," said Verily. "Now, what did you accomplish?"

"I've been in Philadelphia for two weeks and I haven't accomplished a thing," said Alvin. "I

thought the city of Benjamin Franklin would have something to teach me. But Franklin's dead, and

there's no special music in the street, no wisdom lingering around his grave. Here's where America

was born, boys, but I don't think it lives here anymore. America lives out there where I grew up--

what we got in Philadelphia now is just the govemment of America. Like finding fresh dung on the

road. It ain't a horse, but it tells you a horse is somewhere nearby."

"It took you two weeks in Philadelphia to find that out?" said Mike Fink.

Verily joined in. "My father always said that government is like watching another man piss in

your boot. Someone feels better but it certainly isn't you."

"If we can take a break from all of this philosophy," said Alvin, "I got a letter from

Margaret." He was the only one who called his wife by that name-- everyone else called her Peggy.

"From Camelot."

"She's not in Appalachee anymore?" asked Mike Fink.

"All the agitation for keeping slavery in Appalachee is coming from the Crown Colonies," said

Alvin, "so there she went."

"King ain't about to let Appalachee close off slavery, I reckon," said Mike Fink.

"I thought they already settled Appalachee independence with a war back in the last century,"

said Verily.

"I reckon some folks think they need another war to settle whether Black people can be free,"

said Alvin. "So Margaret's in Camelot, hoping to get an audience with the King and plead the cause

of peace and freedom."

"The only time a nation ever has both at the same time," said Verily, "is during that brief

period of exhilarated exhaustion after winning a war."

"You're sure grim for a man what's never even killed anybody," said Mike Fink.

"Iffen Miz Larner wants to talk to Arthur Stuart, I'm right here," said Arthur with a grin. Mike

Fink made a show of slapping him upside the head. Arthur laughed-- it was his favorite joke these

days, that he'd been given the same name as the King of England, who ruled in exile in the slave

shires of the South.

"And she also has reason to believe that my younger brother is there," said Alvin.

At that news Verily angrily looked down and played with the last scraps of food on his plate,

while Mike Fink stared off into space. They both had their opinions of Alvin's little brother.

"Well, I don't know," said Alvin.

"Don't know what?" asked Verily.

"Whether to go there and join her. She told me not to, of course, because she has some idea that

when Calvin and I get together, then I'll die."

Mike grinned nastily. "I don't care what that boy's knack is, I'd like to see him try."

"Margaret never said he'd kill me," said Alvin. "In fact she never said I'd die, exactly. But

that's what I gather. She doesn't want me there until she can assure me that Calvin is out of

town. But I'd like to meet the King my own self."

"Not to mention seeing your wife," said Verily.

"I could use a few days with her."

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