Orson Scott Card - Alvin Maker 1 Seventh Son

Alvin Maker, Book 1
Seventh Son
by
Orson Scott Card

Chapter OneBloody Mary

Little Peggy was very careful with the eggs. She rooted her hand through the straw till her fingers bumped something hard and heavy. She gave no never mind to the chicken drips. After all, when folk with babies stayed at the roadhouse, Mama never even crinkled her face at their most spetackler diapers. Even when the chicken drips were wet and stringy and made her fingers stick together, little Peggy gave no never mind. She just pushed the straw apart, wrapped her hand around the egg, and lifted it out of the brood box. All this while standing tiptoe on a wobbly stool, reaching high above her head. Mama said she was too young for egging, but little Peggy showed her. Every day she felt in every brood box and brought in every egg, every single one, thats what she did.Every one, she said in her mind, over and over. I got to reach into every one.Then little Peggy looked back into the northeast corner, the darkest place in the whole coop, and there sat Bloody Mary in her brood box, looking like the devils own bad dream, hatefulness shining out of her nasty eyes, saying come here little girl and give me nips. I want nips of finger and nips of thumb and if you come real close and try to take my egg Ill get a nip of eye from you.Most animals didnt have much heartfire, but Bloody Marys was strong and made a poison smoke. Nobody else could see it, but little Peggy could. Bloody Mary dreamed of death for all folks, but most specially for a certain little girl five years old, and little Peggy had the marks on her fingers to prove it. At least one mark, anyway, and even if Papa said he couldnt see it, little Peggy remembered how she got it and nobody could blame her none if she sometimes forgot to reach under Bloody Mary who sat there like a bushwhacker waiting to kill the first folks that just tried to come by. Nobodyd get mad if she just sometimes forgot to look there.I forgot. I looked in every brood box, every one, and if one got missed then I forgot forgot forgot.Everybody knew Bloody Mary was a lowdown chicken and too mean to give any eggs that wasnt rotten anyway.I forgot.She got the egg basket inside before Mama even had the fire het, and Mama was so pleased she let little Peggy put the eggs one by one into the cold water. Then Mama put the pot on the hook and swung it right on over the fire. Boiling eggs you didnt have to wait for the fire to slack, you could do it smoke and all.Peg, said Papa.That was Mamas name, but Papa didnt say it in his Mama voice. He said it in his little-Peggy-youre-in-dutch voice, and little Peggy knew she was completely found out, and so she turned right around and yelled what shed been planning to say all along.I forgot, Papa!Mama turned and looked at little Peggy in surprise. Papa wasnt surprised though. He just raised an eyebrow. He was holding his hand behind his back. Little Peggy knew there was an egg in that hand. Bloody Marys nasty egg.What did you forget, little Peggy? asked Papa, talking soft.Right that minute little Peggy reckoned she was the stupidest girl ever born on the face of the earth. Here she was denying before anybody accused her of anything.But she wasnt going to give up, not right off like that. She couldnt stand to have them mad at her and she just wanted them to let her go away and live in England. So she put on her innocent face and said, I dont know, Papa. She figgered England was the best place to go live, cause England had a Lord Protector. From the look in Papas eye, a Lord Protector was pretty much what she needed just now.What did you forget? Papa asked again.Just say it and be done, Horace, said Mama. If shes done wrong then shes done wrong.I forgot one time, Papa, said little Peggy. Shes a mean old chicken and she hates me.Papa answered soft and slow. One time, he said.Then he took his hand from behind him. Only it wasnt no single egg he held, it was a whole basket. And that basket was filled with a clot of strawmost likely all the straw from Bloody Marys boxand that straw was mashed together and glued tight with dried-up raw egg and shell bits, mixed up with about three or four chewed-up baby chicken bodies.Did you have to bring that in the house before breakfast, Horace? said Mama.I dont know what makes me madder, said Horace. What she done wrong or her studying up to lie about it.I didnt study and I didnt lie! shouted little Peggy. Or anyways she meant to shout. What came out sounded espiciously like crying even though little Peggy had decided only yesterday that she was done with crying for the rest of her life.See? said Mama. She already feels bad.She feels bad being caught, said Horace. Youre too slack on her, Peg. Shes got a lying spirit. I dont want my daughter growing up wicked. Id rather see her dead like her baby sisters before I see her grow up wicked.Little Peggy saw Mamas heartfire flare up with memory, and in front of her eyes she could see a baby laid out pretty in a little box, and then another one only not so pretty cause it was the second baby Missy, the one what died of pox so nobodyd touch her but her own mama, who was still so feeble from the pox herself that she couldnt do much. Little Peggy saw that scene, and she knew Papa had made a mistake to say what he said cause Mamas face went cold even though her heartfire was hot.Thats the wickedest thing anybody ever said in my presence, said Mama. Then she took up the basket of corruption from the table and carried it outside.Bloody Mary bites my hand, said little Peggy.Well see what bites, said Papa. For leaving the eggs I give you one whack, because I reckon that lunatic hen looks fearsome to a frog-size girl like you. But for telling lies I give you ten whacks.Little Peggy cried in earnest at that news. Papa gave an honest count and full measure in everything, but most especially in whacks.Papa took the hazel rod off the high shelf. He kept it up there ever since little Peggy put the old one in the fire and burnt it right up.Id rather hear a thousand hard and bitter truths from you, Daughter, than one soft and easy lie, said he, and then he bent over and laid on with the rod across her thighs. Whick whick whick, she counted every one, they stung her to the heart, each one of them, they were so full of anger. Worst of all she knew it was all unfair because his heartfire raged for a different cause altogether, and it always did. Papas hate for wickedness always came from his most secret memory. Little Peggy didnt understand it all, because it was twisted up and confused and Papa didnt remember it right well himself. All little Peggy ever saw plain was that it was a lady and it wasnt Mama. Papa thought of that lady whenever something went wrong. When baby Missy died of nothing at all, and then the next baby also named Missy died of pox, and then the barn burnt down once, and a cow died, everything that went wrong made him think of that lady and he began to talk about how much he hated wickedness and at those times the hazel rod flew hard and sharp.Id rather hear a thousand hard and bitter truths, thats what he said, but little Peggy knew that there was one truth he didnt ever want to hear, and so she kept it to herself. Shed never shout it at him, even if it made him break the hazel rod, cause whenever she thought of saying aught about that lady, she kept picturing her father dead, and that was a thing she never hoped to see for real. Besides, the lady that haunted his heartfire, she didnt have no clothes on, and little Peggy knew that shed be whipped for sure if she talked about people being naked.So she took the whacks and cried till she could taste that her nose was running. Papa left the room right away, and Mama came back to fix up breakfast for the blacksmith and the visitors and the hands, but neither one said boo to her, just as if they didnt even notice. She cried even harder and louder for a minute, but it didnt help. Finally she picked up her Bugy from the sewing basket and walked all stiff-legged out to Oldpappys cabin and woke him right up.He listened to her story like he always did.I know about Bloody Mary, he said, and I told your papa fifty times if I told him once, wring that chickens neck and be done. Shes a crazy bird. Every week or so she gets crazy and breaks all her own eggs, even the ones ready to hatch. Kills her own chicks. Its a lunatic what kills its own.Papa like to killed me, said little Peggy.I reckon if you can walk somewhat it aint so bad altogether.I cant walk much.No, I can see youre nigh crippled forever, said Oldpappy. But I tell you what, the way I see it your mama and your papas mostly mad at each other. So why dont you just disappear for a couple of hours?I wish I could turn into a bird and fly.Next best thing, though, said Pappy, is to have a secret place where nobody knows to look for you. Do you have a place like that? No, dont tell meit wrecks it if you tell even a single other person. You just go to that place for a while. As long as its a safe place, not out in the woods where a Red might take your pretty hair, and not a high place where you might fall off, and not a tiny place where you might get stuck.Its big and its low and it aint in the woods, said little Peggy.Then you go there, Maggie.Little Peggy made the face she always made when Oldpappy called her that. And she held up Bugy and in Bugys squeaky high voice she said, Her name is Peggy.You go there, Piggy, if you like that betterLittle Peggy slapped Bugy right across Oldpappys knee.Someday Bugyll do that once too often and have a rupture and die, said Oldpappy.But Bugy just danced right in his face and insisted, Not piggy, Peggy!Thats right, Puggy, you go to that secret place and if anybody says, We got to go find that girl, Ill say, I know where she is and shell come back when shes good and ready.Little Peggy ran for the cabin door and then stopped and turned. Oldpappy, youre the nicest grown-up in the whole world.Your papa has a different view of me, but thats all tied up with another hazel rod that I laid hand on much too often. Now run along.She stopped again right before she closed the door. Youre the only nice grown-up! She shouted it real loud, halfway hoping that they could hear it clear inside the house. Then she was gone, right across the garden, out past the cow pasture, up the hill into the woods, and along the path to the spring house.
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