osc.am2.redprophet-第65节
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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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