Alvin Journeyman: The Tales of Alvin Maker, Volume IV by Card Orson Scott

Author:Card, Orson Scott [Card, Orson Scott]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult, Historical, Age Range 2 Older Audience, Science Fiction, Fantasy
ISBN: 9781429964487
Amazon: 1429964480
Goodreads: 9208259
Publisher: Tor Fantasy
Published: 1995-09-01T07:00:00+00:00

There was no way around it. Even with the best possible luck in choosing a jury, even with this new English fellow as Alvin’s lawyer, Little Peggy saw no better than a three-in-four chance of him being acquitted, and that wasn’t good enough odds. She would have to go to him. She would have to be available to testify. Even with all the newcomers in Hatrack, one thing was certain: If Peggy the torch said a thing was true, she would be believed. The people of Hatrack knew that she saw the truth, and they also knew—sometimes to their discomfiture—that she never said what wasn’t true, though they were grateful enough that she didn’t tell every truth she knew.

Only Peggy herself could count how many terrible or shameful or mournful secrets she had left unmentioned. But that was neither here nor there. She was used to carrying other people’s secrets around inside her, used to it from the earliest time of her life, when she had to face her father’s dark secret of adultery. Since then she had learned not to judge. She had even come to love Mistress Modesty, the woman with whom her father, old Horace Guester, had been unfaithful. Mistress Modesty was like another mother to her, giving her, not the life of the body, but the life of the mind, the life of mannered society, the life of grace and beauty that Peggy valued perhaps too highly.

Perhaps too highly, because there wasn’t going to be too much of grace and beauty in Alvin’s future, and like it or not, Peggy was tied to that future.

What a lie I tell myself, she thought. “Like it or not” indeed. If I chose to, I could walk away from Alvin and not care whether he stayed in jail or got himself drowned in the Hio or whatnot. I’m tied to Alvin Smith because I love him, and I love what he can be, and I want to be part of all that he will do. Even the hard parts. Even the ungraceful, unmannered, stupid parts of it.

So she headed for Hatrack River, one stage at a time.

On a certain day she passed through the town of Wheelwright in northern Appalachee. It was on the Hio, not far upriver from where the Hatrack flowed into it. Close enough to home that she might have hired a wagon and taken the last ferry, trusting that the moonlight and her ability as a torch would get her home safely. Might have, except that she stopped for dinner at a restaurant she had visited before, where the food was fresh, the flavors good, and the company reputable—a welcome change in all three categories, after long days on the road.

While she was eating, she heard some kind of tumult outside—a band playing, rather badly but with considerable enthusiasm; people shouting and cheering. “A parade?” she asked her waiter.

“You know the presidential election’s only a few weeks off,” said the waiter.

She knew, but had scarcely paid attention.

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