by Lois Lowry
Page 8
Then he said something else, almost to himself.
"So now she has a Gaming Machine," the blind man murmured. His voice sounded scornful.
Matty, at the sink, remembered something. "Mentors birthmark is completely gone," he called to Seer.
8
The puppy was ready. So was Matty. The other little dog, the one who had been his childhood companion for years, had lived a happy, active life, died in his sleep, and had been buried with ceremony and sadness beyond the garden. For a long time Matty, missing Branch, had not wanted a new dog. But now it was time, and when Jean summoned him—her message was that Matty had to come right away to pick up the puppy, because her father was furious at its mischief—he hurried to her house.
He had not been to Mentors homeplace since Trade Mart the previous week. The flower garden, as always, was thriving and well tended, with late roses in bloom and fall asters fat with bud. He found Jean there, kneeling by her flower bed, digging with a trowel. She smiled up at him, but it was not her usual saucy smile, fraught with flirtatiousness, the smile that drove Matty nearly mad. This morning she seemed troubled.
"Hes shut in the shed," she told Matty, meaning the puppy. "Did you bring a rope to lead him home?"
"Dont need one. Hell follow me. I have a way with dogs. "
Jean sighed, set her trowel aside, and wiped her forehead, leaving a smear of earth that Matty found very appealing. "I wish I did," she said. "I cant control him at all. Hes grown so fast, and hes very strong and determined. My father is beside himself, wanting such a wild little thing gone. "
Matty grinned. "Mentor deals with lots of wild little things in the schoolhouse. I myself was a wild little thing once, and it was he who tamed me. "
Jean smiled at him. "I remember. What a ragged, naughty thing you were, Matty, when you came to Village. "
"I called myself the Fiercest of the Fierce. "
"You were that," Jean agreed with a laugh. "And now your puppy is. "
"Is your father home?"
"No, hes off visiting Stocktenders widow, as usual," Jean said with a sigh.
"Shes a nice woman. "
Jean nodded. "She is. I like her. But, Matty. . . "
Matty, who had been standing, sat down on the grass at the edge of the garden. "What?"
"May I tell you something troubling?"
He felt himself awash with affection for Jean. He had for a long time been attracted to her girlish affectations, her silly charms and wiles. But now, for the first time, he felt something new. He perceived the young woman behind all those superficial things. With her curly hair tumbling over her dirt-streaked forehead, she was the most beautiful person Matty had ever seen. And now she was talking to him in a way that was not foolish and childlike, designed to entrance, but instead was human and pained and adult. He felt suddenly that he loved her, and it was a feeling he had never known before.
"Its about my father," she said in a low voice.
"Hes changing, isnt he?" Matty replied, startling himself, because he had not spelled it out in his mind before, had not said it aloud yet, yet here it was, and he was saying it to Jean. He felt an odd sense of relief.
Jean began to cry softly. "Yes," she said. "He has traded his deepest self. "
"Traded?" That part took Matty by surprise because he had not thought it through to there. "Traded for what?" Matty asked in horror, and realized he was repeating the phrase from Trade Mart.
"For Stocktenders widow," she said, weeping. "He wanted her to love him, so he traded. Hes becoming taller and straighten The bald spot at the back of his head has grown over with hair, Matty. His birthmark has disappeared. "
Of course. That was it. "I saw it," Matty told her, "but I didnt understand. " He put his arm around the sobbing girl.
She caught her breath finally. "I didnt know how lonely he was, Matty. If I had known. . . "
"So thats why. . . " Matty was trying to sort through it in his head.
"The puppy. Once he would have loved a naughty puppy, Matty, the way he loved you when you were a raggedy boy. I knew it all for certain yesterday when he kicked the puppy. Till then I only suspected. " Jean wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and left another endearing streak of dirt.
"And the petition!" Matty added, thinking of it suddenly.
"Yes. Father always welcomed new ones. It was the most wonderful part of Father, how he cared for everyone and tried to help them learn. But now. . . "
They heard a loud whimpering from the shed, and a scratching sound.
"Let him out, Jean, and Ill take him home before your father gets back. "
She went to the shed door, opened it, and though her face was tear-streaked now, she smiled at the eager, ungainly puppy who bounded forth, jumped into Mattys arms, and licked his cheeks. The white tail was a whir.
"I need time to think," Matty said, subduing the puppy with a rhythmic scratch below his chin.
"Whats to think about? Theres nothing to be done. Trades are forever. Even if a stupid thing like a Gaming Machine breaks down, or if you tire of it—you dont get to reverse. "
He wondered if he should tell her. She had seen the effect of his power on the puppy and its mother, but hadnt understood. Now, if he chose, perhaps he could explain. But he was uncertain about this. He did not know how far his power went and he did not want to promise this beloved girl something impossible. To repair a mans soul and deepest heart—to reverse an irreversible trade—might be far, far more than Matty could possibly undertake.
So he stayed silent, and took his lively puppy away.
***
"Look! He sits now when I tell him to. " Then Matty groaned and said, "Oh, sorry. "
When would he ever learn to stop saying "Look" to a man who had no eyes?
But the blind man laughed. "I dont need to be able to look. I can hear that he sits. The sounds of his feet stop. And I dont feel his teeth on my shoes. "
"Hes smart, I think," Matty said optimistically.
"Yes, I think youre right. Hes a good little puppy, Matty. Hell learn quickly. You dont need to worry about his mischief. " The blind man reached out his hand and the puppy scampered to it and licked his fingers.
"And hes quite beautiful. " In truth, Matty was trying to convince himself. The puppy was a combination of several colors, big feet, a whirligig of a tail, and lopsided ears.
"Im sure he is. "
"Hell need a name. I havent thought of the right one yet. "
"His true name will come to you. "
"I hope I get my own soon," Matty said.
"It will come when the time comes. "
Matty nodded and turned back to the dog. "First I thought of Survivor, because he was the only one of the puppies that did. But its too long. It doesnt sound like the right one. " Matty picked up the puppy and scratched its belly as it lay on his lap.
"So then. . . " Matty began to laugh. "Since he was the one that lived? I thought of Liver for a name. "
"Liver?" The blind man laughed as well.
"I know, I know. It was a stupid idea. Liver with onions. " Matty made a face.
He set the puppy on the floor again and it dashed off, tail wagging, to growl at the logs piled beside the stove and to chew at their edges where raw wood curled.
"You could ask Leader," the blind man suggested. "Hes the one who gives true names to people. Maybe hed do it for a puppy. "
"Thats a good idea. I have to go see Leader anyway. Its time to take messages around for the meeting. Ill take the puppy with me. "
***
Clumsy with his stubby legs and oversized feet, the puppy couldnt manage the stairs at Leaders homeplace. Matty picked him up and carried him, then set him on the floor in the upper room where Leader was waiting at his desk. The stacks of messages were ready. Matty could have taken them and left on his errand without pausing. But he lingered. He enjoyed Leaders company. There were things he wanted to tell him. He began to
put them in order in his mind.
"Do you want to put a paper down for him?" Leader asked, watching with amusement as the little thing scampered about the room.
"No, hes fine. He never has an accident. It was the first thing he learned. "
Leader leaned back in his chair and stretched. "Hell be good company for you, Matty, the way Branch was.
"Do you know," he went on, "in the place where I was a child, there were no dogs? No animals at all. "
"No chickens? Or goats?"
"No, nothing. "
"What did you eat, then?" Matty asked.
"We had fish. Lots of fish, from a hatchery. And plenty of vegetables. But no animal meat. And no pets at all. I never knew what it meant to have a pet. Or even to love something and be loved back. "
His words made Matty think of Jean. He felt his face flush a little. "Did you never love a girl?" he asked.
He thought Leader would laugh. But instead the young mans face became reflective.
"I had a sister," Leader said, after a moment. "I think of her still, and hope shes happy. "
He picked up a pencil from the desk, twirled it in his fingers, and gazed through the window. His clear blue eyes seemed to be able to see great distances, even into the past, or perhaps the future.
Matty hesitated. Then he explained, "I meant a girl. Not like a sister. But a—well, a girl. "
Leader put the pencil down and smiled. "I understand what you mean. There was a girl once, long ago. I was younger than you, Matty, but I was at the age when such things begin. "
"What happened to her?"
"She changed. And I did too. "
"Sometimes I think I want nothing to change, ever," Matty said with a sigh. Then he remembered what he had wanted to tell Leader.
"Leader, I went to Trade Mart," he said. "I hadnt been before. "
Leader shrugged. "I wish theyd vote to end it," he said. "I never go anymore, but I did in the past. It seemed folly and time-wasting. Now it seems worse. "
"Its the only way to get something like a Gaming Machine. "
Leader made a face. "A Gaming Machine," he commented with disdain.
"Well, Id like one," Matty grumbled. "But Seer says no. "
The puppy wandered to a corner of the room, sniffed, made a circle of himself, collapsed, and fell asleep. Matty and Leader, together, watched it and smiled.
"It isnt just Gaming Machines and such. " Matty had wondered how to say it, how to describe it. Now, into the silence, as they watched the sleeping puppy, he found himself simply blurting it out. "Something else is happening at Trade Mart. People are changing, Leader. Mentor is. "
"Ive seen the changes in him," Leader acknowledged. "What are you telling me, Matty?"
"Mentor has traded away his deepest self," Matty said, "and I think that others are, too. "
Leader leaned forward and listened intently as Matty described what he had seen, what he suspected, and what he knew.
***
"Leader gave me a name for him, but I dont know if I like it. "