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Now, for the first time, Annie showed interest in something.

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  She traced her fingers along the wooden frame of the loom, and sat in front

  of it, and tested its span with her arms. It was an excellent piece of

  equipment, the finest that could be had, for James was not stinting on

  anything for The Forks of Cypress.

  Annie began setting up the lines for the warps, and seemed to have

  forgotten Cap'n Jack was there.

  "I , s need yam," she said after a while.

  "Tell me what yo' want, I get it for yo'," Cap'n Jack replied.

  She asked what cloth she was to make first, and then gave him her list and

  he went to organize it. When he came back, she was sitting at her empty

  loom, as if it was her natural home.

  The yam came, and she started weaving. Cap'n Jack loved to watch her. She

  worked gracefully, elegantly, shuttling the bobbin to and fro with a

  natural rhythm, patient in her labors, and as she worked, she hummed odd

  and lilting melodies that seemed to be from another place and time, and

  lovely cloth began to reveal itself, out of the complexity of wood and

  string and bundles of yam.

  Mostly, she worked during the day, but Cap'n Jack could come to her only in

  the evenings, and she took to weaving when he was there. She seldom spoke,

  but listened to everything he had to say, while she chanted and made cloth.

  After a while he would fall silent and just watch her, enchanted by her

  easy grace, and lulled by the sweet songs she sang. Cap'n Jack was happy in

  her company, and slowly it dawned on him that she was as happy with him. In

  the winter he got sick and she nursed him, with herbs and strange potions.

  He got better. He began bringing his food from the kitchen, to cat with

  her, and always had enough for both of them. When the weaving house was

  ready, he supervised the moving of the loom, and found her some simple

  furniture, a bed and a table and a couple of old rocking chairs that the

  builders had used and didn't need anymore.

  He helped furnish the big house, too. At last it was ready, six months late,

  and they unpacked the crates and for the first time he saw what James and

  Sally had bought. The drapes were

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  velvet and the rugs were intricately patterned and came from a place called

  Persia. The chandeliers were crystal, and some held over a hundred candles.

  The furniture was beautiful, mahogany and teak and cedar, hand-carved in

  Europe. The new cutlery was silver, and the crockery was of fine china from

  England, with a pattern especially designed for James Jackson. The beds were

  magnificent four-posters, heavy and solid, with flowers and birds and small

  animals carved on the wooden posts, and canopies of brocade and damask.

  The floors were polished until they shone like mirrors, and the rugs looked

  even more beautiful against them. Parson Dick, who knew a very great deal

  about a lot of things, told him that the weavers deliberately made a flaw

  in every carpet, because only the God they believed in could create

  something perfect. The dining table was long and gleamed with beeswax, and

  could accommodate twenty people without seeming crowded. The dining chairs

  were high-backed, and had tapestry covers. The paintings that adorned the

  walls were old and in heavy gilt frames, but then James commissioned a

  traveling artist to make portraits of all his family.

  When the house was finished, relations and visitors came from all over the

  South to see the wonder of it. James was a state senator now, and

  politicians and businessmen and their wives, and the governor of the state,

  and even some politicians from Washington, the capital, all came to see the

  wonder that was The Forks of Cypress.

  Shortly afterward they had a party, a housewarming and a christening,

  because Sally had given birth to another son, and he was called James

  Jackson III in honor of his father. Everyone agreed that the name was right

  and proper, but laughed at the confusion it would cause. If they called the

  father's name, would the boy come running, or if they spoke to the boy,

  would the father respond?

  James and Sally toyed with nicknames for him. Sara and Eleanor were keen on

  Jamie, which had been James's pet name in Ireland, but the parents thought

  he should have his own identity. For a few days they tried Jimmy, because

  of Sara's late husband, but it didn't suit him.

  The registrar of births solved the problem. He was a punctilious clerk from

  England, neat and fastidious, and trained in

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  the old ways. When he wrote the new boy's name in the book, in the most

  elegant copper plate hand, he 'did not write "James," but rather the formal

  English abbreviation, "Jas."

  It amused James, and he began calling his son "Jas." After a while everyone

  adopted it, but because it looked a little odd when it was written down,

  they added another letter to it, and so James Jackson, the son of James

  Jackson who was the son of James Jackson, became known simply as Jass.

  The christening was a splendid affair, held on the new lawn in front of the

  house, near the magnolia tree, which had grown several feet since James and

  Andrew first planted it. Nearby there was a wigwam, which James had

  provided for an Indian family, but none wanted to live there, and so the

  children used it for play. A.J. pretended he was a great chief, and

  tormented his older sisters, and the slave children.

  Eleanor and Thomas Kirkman from Nashville came with their son Tom, who was

  a young man now, and was engaged to Sally's first daughter, Elizabeth. Sara

  came with her boys, and John Coffee, who had a fine plantation near

  Florence, with his family.

  Politicians and influential men were there in abundance, and while they

  enjoyed the celebration, their conversations, which they kept from the

  women, were all about the recent sensational case of Denmark Vesey.

  A free black who lived in Charleston, Vesey had plotted with other blacks,

  slaves, to rebel against the whites, and had somehow amassed guns for the

  purpose. A nervous maid had discovered the guns, and the plot was revealed.

  Vesey and thirty-seven of his followers were executed.

  It was not the first example of insurrection by blacks. Many of the men

  present could remember the bloody revolution on the Caribbean island of

  Santo Domingo, when the armies of the black general Toussaint L'Ouverture

  massacred the French and took control of the island. Or the Gabriel

  rebellion, much closer to home, in Richmond, Virginia. In each instance,

  the rebellions had eventually been bloodily suppressed, and new and even

  more stringent laws were introduced against the blacks.

  It was happening now, in Charleston. A law had been

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  passed that any free blacks arriving as crew on ships were not permitted

  to land, but had to be kept on board as long as the ship was in harbor,

 
at the captain's expense. The law was taking its toll of sea traffic into

  Charleston, but the Southerners considered this a small price to pay for

  their security. Throughout the slaveholding states discipline had

  increased and punishment for any infringement been made more severe. Armed

  patrols to discourage runaways had been introduced, in addition to the

  regular slave catchers.

  James had his own problems with this matter. Many of his new field hands

  were troublesome, and there had been a few instances of slaves running

  away. It angered James. He thought he was a benevolent Massa, and

  regarded the slaves as ungrateful, and their actions threatening to his

  wealth and position. It was clear to him that Evans, the foreman, could

  not control such large numbers, and, regretfully, had to be replaced.

  He spoke with John Coffee, who was pleased. Coffee had always regarded

  James as overly lenient with his slaves, and thought that perhaps with

  his new wealth and position to protect, and his outstanding plantation,

  James had found some backbone.

  "Someone with a strong sense of discipline?" John Coffee asked.

  "Whatever is necessary," James agreed.

  Coffee thought he knew just the man. Egbert Harris had served under him

  against the Creek, and at New Orleans. He was working as an overseer on

  a small plantation in Georgia, but was anxious to find a situation closer

  to his home, in Nashville. John Coffee promised to investigate the matter

  for James.

  By tacit agreement among the men, there was no discussion of slaves,

  slavery, or the Vesey plot with the women, and James spent a pleasant

  afternoon circulating among the guests and receiving their congratulations

  for his new son and his new house, and his new political career.

  He was introduced to William Perkins, who was looking to buy land in the

  district. William Perkins was small, studious, and almost permanently

  worried. He was married to an am-

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  bitious woman whose given name was Pocahontas, but who preferred to be

  called Becky. It was the Perkinses' personal tragedy that neither of their

  two babies had lived, and they blamed the fierce coastal humidity of South

  Carolina. Becky was pregnant again, and William, having caught the

  Florence fever, hoped that the move inland would benefit his wife and

  coming child.

  James was flattered by his attention and amused by his constant anxiety.

  He had recently bought two more small plantations, in Florida and

  Mississippi, and gave William some basic advice. William hung on every

  word, jotted down notes, and would not leave his side. James spied his

  nephew, Tom Kirkman, who was moving to Florence when he married Eliz-

  abeth, to work for James. He introduced the two men, and told Tom to look

  after William.

  That evening there was a fine family dinner. James, at the head of the

  table, and Sally, opposite to him, were surrounded by loving relatives.

  They started to tell tales of the old days in Ireland, and then sang

  songs and toasted the martyrs, Oliver Bond and Lord Edward, the Sheares

  brothers and Wolfe Tone.

  "Erin go bragh!" they shouted, although they were a long way from Erin.

  "And Sean," James said, raising his glass. He was already a little drunk.

  No one else knew whom he meant, but toasted Sean anyway, and drank the

  health of the new baby, Jass, and welcomed A.J., who was attending his

  first formal dinner, to the clan.

  It was midnight when they went to bed. Cap'n Jack, who had been on his

  feet since dawn, was dozing in his Massa's dressing room when James came

  in. He woke with a start, helped James undress, and was genially

  dismissed for the evening.

  Cap'n Jack didn't go to his own hut, for that was not his routine. He went

  to the weaving house, as he did every evening, to be with Annie for a few

  minutes. Her candle was still burning, and she was sitting at the loom,

  weaving and humming one of her strange songs. She didn't speak or acknowl-

  edge his presence, but he knew she was pleased he was there, and that she

  had been waiting for him.

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  He sat in a rocking chair and did not speak.

  "What's wrong?" she said softly.

  He didn't reply, and when she turned around to look at him, she saw he

  was dozing. She woke him gently and told him to lie on the bed. He was

  too tired to argue, and did as he was bidden. Annie went back to the

  loom, to her cloth and her humming, and Cap'n Jack drifted to sleep

  listening to the lovely lullaby.

  When he awoke a few hours later he was puzzled, because he wasn't sure

  where he was, and knew he was not alone. He realized that Annie had

  crawled onto the bed beside him, fully clothed, and was curled in the

  crook of his arm, fast asleep.

  It felt right and natural to him that she was there, and wonderful, and

  his heart was golden. He didn't stir, but turned his head gently so he

  could see her better.

  The moonlight traced in through the window, and a wayward moonbeam

  shimmered over Annie's face. She slept peacefully, with no hint on her

  face of the pain that she would not discuss with Cap'n Jack.

  The soft light of dawn replaced the moon, and Cap'n Jack lay motionless

  beside Annie, wide awake, staring at his love, and caressed by her gentle

  breathing.

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  When Cap'n Jack and Annie got married, James gave them a splendid wedding

  party, because Andrew was running for president.

  Annie had been reluctant to accept Cap'n Jack's proposal. After his first

  night with her, when nothing had happened between them, Cap'n Jack slept

  in the weaving house regularly, with Annie. As they got to know each

  other better, and felt secure with each other, a physical relationship

  developed. It was something that they both wanted and needed, just as

  they wanted each other in all aspects of their lives. They made no

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  plans for a future, but accepted what they had now, and it was precious

  to them. For the first time in her life, Annie started to trust a man and

  she even stopped taking her special herbs and grasses to prevent a child,

  because she began to want a baby by Cap'n Jack. She still doubted the

  future, but lived, as she had always done, for the day.

  She became pregnant. For a while she thought of doing something to

  herself to change her condition, but then she realized that the innocent

  thing inside her had become all of her hope. If it was a boy child, he

  could be raised in his father's image, as a man who was caring to women.

  If it was a girl child, she would have the life that Annie had never had,

  a life without fear of men, secure in the love of both her parents. Even

  if anything were to happen to Annie, and she fully expected her happiness

  not to last, Cap'n Jack would love and nurture the child.

  She told Cap'n Jack of her condition, and he immediately prop
osed

  marriage, as she had known she would. She was puzzled that she had told

  him of the pregnancy, because she had no ready answer for his question.

  Marriage seemed very permanent to her, and Annie did not believe in

  permanence. Cap'n Jack wooed her beautifully, and did not press her, but

  presented all his arguments patiently. He courted her, and made her feel

  as if he were asking her to give herself, unlike other men, who simply

  took her.

  Eventually, because she could think of no good argument against him, and

  because in her heart she wanted to be married to him, she accepted him,

  and the look on his face, of simple, unalloyed joy, made her glad.

  Cap'n Jack told James, who immediately gave his consent. The slave then

  asked his Massa for a privilege. He wanted a proper wedding, and he

  wanted his old friend Alfred to be his best man. James said that he would

  write to Andrew and request permission for Alfred to come. Cap'n Jack

  asked him one more favor.

  "Annie ain't got no pappy," he said. "You her Massa, you her pappy. Will

  you give her away?"

  James was moved. The whole question of slavery had been exercising his

  mind recently. The South was still quivering with righteous indignation

  and latent fear from the Vesey plot,

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  and several states had sharpened their laws against blacks. Many in the

  North were complaining of the treatment of the slaves, and the South was

  closing ranks against their outrage. At the same time, James was having

  continuing problems with his own field hands. They were truculent and

  troublesome; three more had run away, and one had never been found. Evans

  was worse than useless, and had indicated his readiness to step down, but

  John Coffee had not yet heard from Egbert Harris.

  Cap'n Jack's request began to put the whole issue into perspective for

  him. He was father to his black children. They were an extension of his

  family, and he treated them well, if sternly, as he would his own family.

  There could be no better example of his relationship with the best of his

  slaves, in these troubled times, than the public admission of his role.

  He would be delighted to give Annie away.

  He wrote to Andrew requesting that Alfred be Cap'n Jack's best man, and

  to his surprise, Andrew replied in person, rather than by letter.

  He came to The Forks, unannounced, to see James. He brought Alfred with

  him, and immediately gave his consent to Alfred's role in the coming

  wedding. Andrew greeted Sally warmly, and the children, and insisted they

  call him Uncle Andrew. He brought greetings from Rachel, who was ailing

  and not able to travel, and told them the news of his sons. He met Jass

  for the first time, and played happily with the infant for a while, and

  then told A.J. war stories, and acted out the battle of New Orleans for

  the wide-eyed boy.

  James and Sally watched from the veranda, as General Andrew chased around

  the garden after A.J., who had been cast as the British Army.

  "I wonder what he wants," Sally said softly, and James laughed.

  "I'm sure you can guess," he said.

  Andrew had a pleasant dinner with James and Sally, and was at his most

  charming. He described the new house he was building for Rachel to

  replace the older, smaller Hermitage. He told them all the gossip of the

  political world, and some of the intrigues that had caused him to resign

  as governor of Florida.

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  "It was for the best," he said. "Rachel found the climate abominable. "

  He kept his temper under control and joked about his political opponents.

  "Shook them all when I retired," he laughed. "No one believed me."

  "I'm not surprised," Sally said with a charming smile. "You're much too

  young to retire."

  "I fully intended it," Andrew said. "I was tired. I was sick. I was not

  fit to be president.

  There was a soft silence.