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  Leader shook his head skeptically. "No. It was Forest I saw. Im sure. Its hard to describe, Matty, but I was trying to look through Forest in order to get a feeling for Seers daughter. And it was very, very hard to push through. It was—well, thick.

  "I think you had better not go, Matty. Im sorry. I know you love making your journeys, and that you take pride in being the only one who can. But I think there may be danger in Forest this time. "

  Mattys heart sank. He had hoped to be given his true name, Messenger, because of this trip. At the same time, something told him that Leader might be right.

  Then he remembered. "Leader, I have to!"

  "No. We can post the messages at the entrance to Village. It will mean new ones will have to turn back after terribly long journeys, and thats tragic. But—"

  "No, its not the messages! Its Seers daughter! I promised him I would go and bring Kira home. It will be her last chance to come. His last chance to be with her. "

  "And she will want to come?"

  "Im sure she will. She always intended to someday. And she has no family there. Shes old enough to marry, but no one would want her. Her leg is crooked. She walks with a stick. "

  Leader took several deep breaths. "Matty," he said, "Im going to try again to see beyond Forest. Im going to try to see Seers daughter and her needs. You may stay with me now, because whether you make this journey will depend on what I learn. But be aware that it is very hard for me to do this twice in a row. Dont be distressed as you watch. "

  He stood again and went to the window. Matty, knowing he could be of no help, went to the corner where Frolic was asleep and sat down beside his puppy. From there he watched Leaders body tense, as if he were in pain. He heard Leader gasp and then moan slightly.

  The young mans blue eyes remained open but no longer seemed to be looking at the ordinary things in the room or through the window. He had gone, eyes and whole being, far into a place that Matty could not perceive and where no one could follow him.

  He seemed to shimmer.

  Finally he slumped into the chair, shaking, and tried to catch his breath.

  Matty went to him, stood beside him, and waited while Leader rested. He remembered how he felt after he had healed the puppy and its mother. He remembered the desperate need to sleep.

  "I reached where she is," Leader said when he could speak again.

  "Did she know you were there? Could she feel you there?"

  Leader shook his head. "No. To make her aware of me would have taken more energy than I had. Its so very far, and Forest is so thick now, to go through. "

  Matty had a sudden thought. "Leader? Do you think two gifts could meet?"

  Leader, still breathing hard, stared at him. "What do you mean?"

  "Im not sure. But what if you could go halfway—and she could, too? So you could meet in the middle with your gifts? It wouldnt be so hard if you only went halfway. If you met. "

  Leaders eyes were closed, now. "I dont know, Matty," he said.

  Matty waited but Leader said nothing more, and after a while Matty feared he was asleep. "Frolic?" he called, and the puppy woke, stirred, and came to him.

  "Leader," Matty said, leaning close to him, "Im going to go. Im going to get the blind mans daughter. "

  "Be very careful," Leader murmured. His eyes were closed. "It is dangerous now. "

  "I will. I always am. "

  "Dont waste your gift. Dont spend it. "

  "I wont," Matty replied, though he was not certain what the words meant.

  "Matty?"

  "Yes?" He was at the top of the stairs now, holding Frolic, who still couldnt manage the staircase on his own.

  "Shes quite lovely, isnt she?"

  Matty shrugged. He understood that Leader was referring to Kira but the blind mans daughter was older than he. She had been like a big sister to him. No one in the old place had thought her lovely. They had been contemptuous of her weakness.

  "She has a crooked leg," Matty reminded Leader. "She leans on a stick to walk. "

  "Yes," Leader said. "Shes very lovely. " But his voice was hard to hear now, and in a second he was asleep. Matty, holding Frolic, hurried down the stairs.

  ***

  It was late in the day by the time Matty was ready to go. It had rained heavily, and though the rain had stopped, wind still blew, and the leaves of the trees fluttered and revealed their pale undersides. The sky was dark, from the storm and from the approach of evening.

  He placed the packet of messages inside his rolled blanket. By the sink, the blind man was putting food into Mattys backpack. He could not carry enough for the entire journey; it was too long. But Matty was accustomed to living on the food that Forest provided. He would feed himself along the way when what Seer packed was gone.

  "While youre away, Ill be fixing the spare room for her. Tell her that, Matty. Shell have a comfortable place to live. And she can have a garden. I know thats important to her. Shes never been without a garden. "

  "I wont need to convince her. Shes always said shed come when the time was right. Now it is. Leader could tell. So shell know, too. You said she has a gift. " Matty, folding a sweater, tried to reassure the blind man.

  "Its hard to leave the only place youve known. "

  "You did it," Matty reminded him.

  "I had no choice. I was brought here when they found me in Forest with my eyes gone. "

  "Well, I did it. Many have. "

  "Yes. Thats true. But I hope it wont be hard for her. "

  Matty glanced over. "Dont put those beets in. I hate beets. "

  "Theyre good for you. "

  "Not if theyre thrown on the ground. And thats what theyll be if you put them in. "

  The blind man chuckled and dropped the beets into the sink. "Well," he said, "theyre heavy anyway. Theyd weigh you down. But Im putting carrots in. "

  "Anything but beets. "

  There was a knock on the door, and it was Jean, her hair curlier than usual from the dampness that remained after the rain. "Are you still going, Matty, in this weather?"

  Matty laughed at her concern. "Ive gone through Forest in snow," he boasted. "This weather is nothing. Yes, Im about to leave. Im just packing food. "

  "Ive brought you some bread," she said, and took the wrapped loaf from the basket she carried. He noticed that she had decorated it with a leafy sprig and a yellow chrysanthemum blossom.

  Matty took the loaf and thanked her, though secretly he wondered how he would ever fit it in. Finally the blind man found a way to tuck it inside the rolled blanket.

  "I want to stop on my way out of Village and see Ramon," Matty said. "Id better hurry or Ill never get started. "

  "Oh, Matty," Jean said. "You dont know? Ramons very sick. His sister, too. Theyve put a sign on the door to their house. No one can enter. "

  Troubling though the news was, Matty was not surprised. Ramon had been coughing, feverish-looking, and increasingly unwell for days now. "What does Herbalist say?"

  "Thats why they put the sign up. Herbalist is afraid it may be contagious. That an epidemic could come. "

  What was happening to Village? Matty felt a terrible unease. There had never been an epidemic here. He remembered the place he had come from, where many had died, from time to time, and all of their belongings had been burned, after, in hopes of destroying the illnesses carried by filth or fleas or, some thought, sorcery. But it had never happened here. People had always been so careful here, so clean.

  He could see that the blind mans face had taken on a worried look, too, at the news.

  For a moment, Matty stood there thinking while Seer arranged his pack on his back and attached the rolled blanket below it. He thought of the frog first, then the puppy, and wondered if his gift could save his friend. He could go to Ramons house now, and place his hands upon the feverish body. He knew it would be indescribably hard, would take all of his strength, but he thought there might be a chance.


  But what then? If he himself survived such an attempt, he would be desperately weakened, he knew, and would have to recover. He could not possibly make the journey through Forest if he first weakened himself on Ramons behalf. Forest was already thickening, he knew, whatever that meant. It would soon become impassable. The blind mans daughter would be lost to them forever.

  And, most important, Leader had told him to save his gift. Dont spend it, Leader had said.

  So Matty decided with regret that he would have to leave Ramon to his illness.

  "Look," Jean said suddenly. "Look at this. Its different. "

  Matty glanced over and saw that she was standing in front of the tapestry Kira had made for her father. Even from where he stood, he could see what Jean meant. The entire forest area, the hundreds of tiny stitches in shades of green, had darkened, and the threads had knotted and twisted in odd ways. The peaceful scene had changed into something no longer beautiful. It had an ominous feel to it, a feel of impenetrability.

  He went near to it and stared at it, puzzled and alarmed.

  "What is it, Matty?" Jean asked.

  "Nothing. Its all right. " He indicated with his eyes that she should not speak aloud of the odd change in the tapestry. Matty did not want Seer to know.

  It was time to go.

  He wriggled his shoulders to adjust the pack comfortably on his back, and leaned forward to hug the blind man, who murmured to him, "Be safe. "

  To his surprise, Jean kissed him. So often in the past, teasing, she had said she would, one day. Now she did, and it was a quick and fragrant touch to his lips that gave him courage and, even before he started out, made him yearn to come back home.

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  Frolic was afraid of the dark. Matty had never noticed it before, because always they had been indoors, with the oil lamp glowing, at night. He laughed a little to hear the puppy whimper in fear when night fell and Forest turned black. He picked him up and murmured words of reassurance but could feel the dogs body tremble, still, in his arms.

  Well, thought Matty, it was time to sleep, anyway. He was quite near the clearing where the frog had been and perhaps still was. Carefully he made his way across the soft moss, holding Frolic against his chest and feeling the way with his feet. Then he knelt in the gnarled root bed of a tall tree and removed his pack. He unrolled the blanket, fed Frolic a few pieces torn from the loaf of bread, nibbled at it himself, and then curled up with his puppy and drifted off.

  Churrump.

  Churrump.

  Frolic raised his head. His nose twitched and he flicked his ears curiously at the sound. But then he buried his head again under the curve of Mattys arm. Soon he too slept.

  ***

  The days of the journey passed, and after the fourth night, the food was gone. But Matty was strong and unafraid, and to his surprise, little Frolic did not need to be carried. The puppy followed him and sat watching patiently as he posted the messages along divergent paths. Doing so lengthened the journey considerably. If he had gone straight through, he would be approaching Kiras village, his own home in the past, quite soon. But he reminded himself that being a messenger was his most important task, and so he took the side paths, walked great distances, and left the message of Villages closure at each place where new ones coming could be advised to turn back.