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Favas Adventure: The Washed Child.
This happened two years ago, when a little group of us went to Soldo to visit our relatives there. They had a large farm. It wasnt as large as this one or as rich as this one either, but it was bigger and richer than most of the farms in that part of the whorl. Bigger and richer than most of the farms here, for all of that.
Now the farthest field of that farm was the last plowed land to the east. It was at the foot of a mountain, and beyond it the slope was too steep for plowing. They grazed sheep and goats up there, and the young men went there sometimes to hunt. They wouldnt take me with them, so one fine day I decided Id go by myself. I didnt have a slug gun or a bow or anything of that sort, because I didnt really want to kill an animal, no matter how fine it was. I have a horror of blood, as most of you know. I cant bear to watch a pig slaughtered or even see ducks killed.
Everybody got up early there just as we do here, but I got up earlier than anybody. I was up and dressed and crossing the fields before shadeup, and as the old people say. I remember that I was afraid it wouldnt be daylight when I went under the trees, but I neednt have worried. It had started getting light before I reached them, and by the time I was in the high forest there was real daylight so that things had shadows. It was a perfectly lovely forest, too. The sheep and goats had cleared out most of the underbrush and left the big trees, so that it seemed to me that I was walking in a huge building like the cappellas of the gods back in the old whorl. Of course Ive never seen those, but Salica has told me a lot about them since I got here, and that forest was like the buildings she was describing. Mora will be wondering if I wasnt afraid of getting lost, because she always is in a strange place. But I wasnt. I was climbing all the time, and I knew that all I would have to do to get back to the farm where I was staying was to follow the slope back down. I was very confident, you see, and so I went on for quite a long way.
After climbing like that half the morning, I came upon a little stream. It was icy cold, as I learned by drinking from it, snowmelt from the mountaintop. The way in which it had carved a path for itself through the rock looked interesting, and I decided to follow it awhile before I went back.
I hadnt gone very far before I heard a child crying. My first thought was that it was lost, naturally, and I hurried on up the stream to rescue it, scrambling over the rocks. But after a minute or two of that, I decided that it was probably very frightened, and if I burst in on it I might frighten it more, and it would run away. So I slowed down, and sort of crept along, though I was still going pretty fast. By good luck, the stream was making enough noise to cover up the sounds I made when I kicked a stone by accident or had to walk across gravel.
Pretty soon I came upon a very dirty woman holding a very dirty and very naked little boy so that the water came up to his knees while she scrubbed him with a very dirty rag. I dashed over to her and asked her what in the whorl she thought she was doing. The poor child was already red as beet and trembling in a way that made my heart ache for him, freezing and terrified.
The woman looked up at me quite calmly and said that he was her son and not mine, and that if she chose to wash him there that was her affair.
Well, Im not as strong as Mora and I doubt that Im as strong as that woman was, but I didnt think about any of that then. I shook my fist under her nose and told her that when a child is being mistreated its the business of anyone who happens along to stop it. I said that I would never dream of interfering with a mother who was spanking her child for misbehaving or bathing him in the ordinary way, but that water was like ice and would be the death of him, and if I had to stop her by throwing stones at her or beating her with a stick, that was what I would do. I picked up a stone, finally, and she lifted him out and hugged him.
"You say this water will kill him, " she said to me, "and that is truer than you can have guessed. I brought him here to drown him, and I am going to do it as soon as you go. "
Bit by bit I got her story out of her. Her husband had died, leaving her with six children. For the past few years she had been living with a man whom she hoped would eventually marry her. He was the father of the child she had been washing. He had left her now, and she could not provide for so many. She had determined to lighten her responsibilities by one at least, and had settled upon this little boy, her seventh child and her youngest son, because he was the least able to resist. When they reached the water, however, she had been seized by a twisted sort of pride, and had decided to make him as presentable as she could so that his body would not disgrace the family when it was found.
When she finished, I asked whether she had changed her mind while she had been speaking. She said she had not, that the boy was clean enough now, and she firmly intended to drown him as soon as I was out of sight, adding that he looked more like his father every day. When I heard that, I knew there was only one thing to do. I got her to give me the child, and promised her that if she would come to the house where I was staying that evening, Id see to it that she got food for herself and her other children.
It was embarrassing to go back to the house in which I was a guest, and to tell the truth something of a poor relation, with a ragged boy of about three in tow. But I did it, and they were good kind people there and fed him and contrived a little bed for him in the room they had me use. I talked it over with the lady of the house that evening before his mother came, and we agreed that the best thing would be for me to bring him home with me, and try to find a good family here that would take him in. You mustnt think, because theres some trouble between our town and theirs, that theyre all bad people around Soldo. So that was what we decided, and when the boys mother came around she gave her two nice fat geese.
Everyone agreed that he was a very nice little boy, even though he wasnt terribly bright and became rather sickly from the terrible washing hed had, or because he had been so badly frightened when he thought his mother was going to drown him. He didnt know his name, or if he did he wouldnt tell it; we called him Bricco, because hed been so black when I brought him there.
His mother was the problem. She came to the back door on the first night, as I said, and got the two geese. The next night she was back wanting something else, and got it, and the next night the same, and the night after that, and the night after that. On the next-to-last night they gave her two turnips, I believe, and on the last night nothing at all.
Then she went to the law and said Id stolen her child, and the judge sent a couple of troopers to get him back. This judge wasnt the Duko, you understand, just somebody he had appointed to try minor cases.
It ended up, as I ought to have known it would, with the boy and his mother and me in court, and the relatives I was traveling with there too to back me up, and the relatives wed been staying with on hand as well. I told the judge what had happened, just as Ive told you tonight, and the mother said it was all a lie: she and her son had gone out berry picking, and Id stolen her son the moment she took her eyes off him.
Thats what she said at first, anyway. A few sharp questions from the judge showed how matters actually stood, and the woman wed been staying with testified that shed never once asked for Bricco back, just for food to take home to her other children.
Then the judge did a very intelligent thing. He put Bricco himself on the little platform next to him, and talked to him for a bit, and asked whether he wanted to go back home with his mother or stay with me. Bricco said he wanted to stay with me, and that ended it.
After that we set off for home right away. Wed had to stay almost a month more than we had meant to because of the trial, and everyone was mad to go. On the first night we slept on the road, as the saying is, but on the second night we put up at an inn, having found a good one that wouldnt charge us too much. Well, you never know. When I woke up the next morning, no Bricco.
I wanted to go back to look for him, I really did, but the others wouldnt hear of it, and I didnt want to go back alone. You kn
ow how dangerous the roads are for somebody like me traveling alone. It was obvious what had happened, or anyway we thought it was. Hed gotten homesick and flown. We speculated a little on whether hed get back there all right, and a couple of the men rode back for an hour or two looking for him. But they didnt find him, and the rest of us decided that hed probably get home eventually, or stop off if he found someplace better.
"Right here, " Fava said, "I want to stop and ask all of you what you think of my story so far. I know the rule is that nobody can interrupt, so well call that the end. But theres a little bit more Ill add to it when weve talked about it. "
Inclito said, "It shows what a bad time poor people have in Soldo. In sixteen years, this familys lost whatever land it got. Its almost starving. We try not to let that happen here. " He looked around at us, challenging us to dispute with him, but no one did.
His mother asked, "This was two years ago? You cant have been more than a child yourself, Fava. "
Fava nodded and looked at Mora, inviting her comment; I could not help contrasting the two then, Mora larger already than most men, almost freakish in her blue gown and paint, and Fava half her size, and if not actually beautiful, attractive at least with her piercing eyes and blooming cheeks.
In her heavy, slow voice, Mora said, "I think you acted well throughout it all, Fava. The others wont, I know, but I do. "
Smiling, Fava invited me to speak, too. "Youre probably the oldest person here, Incanto, and my present host says youre very wise. May we have your opinion now?"
"If I were wise, " I told her, "I wouldnt offer any opinion until Id heard the whole story. Because I am not, I will admit that it interested me. The bit about the trial particularly. It reminded me of a similar case I once heard of, in which a certain woman claimed that a servant girl was her daughter, although the girl herself denied it. Now let us hear the rest. "
"As you wish. All this was two years ago, when I was, just as Salica says, much younger. Last year I had a chance to go back to Soldo. I jumped at it as you can imagine, and as soon as I got there I set out to find what had become of Bricco.
"It took me two days to locate the hovel in which the family lived, and as you can imagine I wasnt in the least anxious to be confronted by his mother. I talked to some of the neighborhood children instead and described Bricco to them, saying that he had been the youngest child in the house. Would any of you care to guess what they told me?"
I shook my head; so did Inclito.
"They said that the Vanished People had taken him. That a highborn woman of the Vanished People had taken a fancy to him and stolen him away. That once in a rare while they would see him still, thin and pale and looking as though he was very unhappy. But he would soon vanish like a ghost. "
Inclitos mother sighed. "Honestly now, Fava. Is that a true story? You didnt make it up?"
"I dont say that he really appeared to those children, " Fava protested. "I said that was what they said. And it was. "
Inclito himself grunted, "Sprats tell all sorts of wild tales. Your turn, Mora. Lets hear what you can do. "
Moras History: The Giants Daughter.
This will be the shortest story told tonight, and the simplest. It will also be the best, though I dont hope to win, or even wish to. Fava will win, as she usually does, and as she should. I wouldnt have it otherwise.
Once when the whorl was young, which was not very long ago at all, there was a certain snug and quiet town that was different from the others around it only in that it belonged to the best of giants. This giant lived in a big white castle outside the town he owned, and seldom troubled the townsfolk. The truth is that though he was very large and very strong, and rather homely, he was so kind and generous and wise and good and brave that the townsfolk could not have asked for a better owner. Nor could they have governed themselves half so well as he governed them.
You would have thought that they would be happy with this arrangement, and to give them their due most of them were. But many others were not.
"What right has he got to be bigger than we are?" they asked each other.
"What right has he got to make us look like fools by his wisdom?"
"What right has he got to be richer?" they said.
And, "Hes so cheerful he makes me sick. What right has he got to smile and whistle when things are at their worst?"
"If I were as rich as he is, Id be cheerful, too, and brave, " they told each other when he couldnt hear them, and never considered that the giant had been wise and cheerful and brave when he had nothing but his daughter.
This daughter was large and strong just as he was, which meant that she was much too big to be pretty. She was also, Im sorry to say, much too young to be wise. She went to the academy in the town with the town girls, but she stood out among them like a cow in a hen-yard. The town girls made fun of her, until one day she knocked down half her class. After that there were two parties at the academy, just as you often see in the corpo. In one was the giants daughter. In the other was everyone else in the academy, even the teachers.
That went on for a year, until a new girl came, a new girl who was prettier than the prettiest girl in the whole academy and smarter than the smartest. Everyone in the whole place wanted to be her best friend. How surprised they were when she chose the giants daughter! And how angry!
After that there were still two parties in the academy, and the second was still much, much bigger than the first. But the first had the girl who won every game and contest that had to do with running or jumping, and also the girl who shone the brightest in arithmetic and composition and every other subject. Then many of the other girls tried to join it. Some were let in halfway, but after a few days it was made clear to them that they were not really members at all.
Some of you may not think that was a happy ending, but if you dont youve never been in a place like that academy, where everybody who looked at the giants daughter wore a frown.