Heartfire: The Tales Of Alvin Maker, Volume V - Plot & Excerpts
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 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?”
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