'No!' Nola shouted.
Mama Flore took the unwilling girl by the shoulders and pulled her away from the dying white girl's bed.
'Come, Forty-seven,' John said as he moved toward the girl's side.
Grabbing me by the arm, Tobias said, 'Wait a minute. You ain't said what you need this nigger for. He's been on my plantation since he was baby. He don't have no healin' in 'im.'
'Where I am from,' John replied, rather impatiently, 'we cannot heal without teaching. Forty-seven is my student. If I didn't have him I could not save your daughter.'
Tobias released me and John unfolded his napkin on the bed.
Even now, over a hundred and seventy years later, in the twenty-first century, I remember the feelings I had in that white girl's bedroom. I was afraid for Eloise because she looked so drawn and deathlike. I was afraid for myself because John had made me part of his haughty procedure. And even while all that fear was in me I was aware that the
Master had lost all of his high-minded ways. He was giving in to a mere slave because that slave might be able to do what they could not. This was possibly the most important lesson John ever taught me; that our so-called masters were not all-powerful, that they were also weak and vulnerable at times. But at the moment I was too frightened to understand the significance of that knowledge.
Upon his open napkin there were various leaves, mushrooms, and twigs. There were also two smaller versions of the soft-glass tubes that he had used to heal my hands and brand. These tubes were so small that they might have been seeds.
John put his hand on Eloise's brow. Nola screamed at him to stop touching her mistress. Flore then dragged the child from the room. John was busy crumbling up the vegetation and mixing it with oil from the capsules he'd gotten from the yellow bag. Then he rubbed the paste up under her upper lip.
'What are you doin' there, Twelve?' Tobias said in a threatening tone.
'Saving your girl if you let me be,' he replied.
John crushed another tube and then ran his fingers under the unconscious girl's tongue.
This intimacy was too much for the white man. He grabbed Tall John by the shoulder and threw him nearly across the room. The youth hit the floor with a loud grunt and reached back to rub his head.
I didn't know what to do. John was my friend. I wanted to protect him, but I couldn't stand up to that white man. He could have killed me with just one blow.
Tobias advanced on the prostrate boy. There was death in every gesture of the white man's body.
'Master!' Flore shouted. 'Her eyes.'
Tobias turned to see his girl looking at him. She held his gaze for a moment and then looked away as if something else had captured her attention. I looked in the direction of her gaze but all I saw was a bare wall.
Tears sprang to my eyes. Eloise was alive and so John and I would be spared. We saved the Master's daughter. He might even grant our freedom. Defeat and death turned around in a flash, like lightning.
'Thank you, Lord,' Flore cried.
'She's cured,' Tobias said.
'Not yet,' John announced. 'You threw me off before I could finish the treatment.'
'What else do you have to do?' Tobias asked warily.
'I can only show you,' said the slave in the voice of a free man.
I could see the two feelings in the slave master's face. He had never had a Negro speak to him thus. For such a slight he was duty-bound to punish the offender. But on the other hand he loved his daughter more than anything-I could see all that in Tobias's visage as plainly as I could see the fingers on my own hand.
Finally Tobias said, 'Go on then.'
'Come, Forty-seven,' he said to me. 'This is the hardest part.'
Together we went back to the girl's side.
John leaned close to me and whispered, 'You have to show her the way back.'
Before I could ask him what he meant he took a step back and held out one hand to me while placing the other on the girl's brow.
The moment I took John's hand I was no longer in Eloise's room. Instead I found myself in a field of yellow flowers. I was naked standing next to the girl. She was naked too.
It was broad daylight above us but at the horizon (which seemed to be very far away) night had already fallen. Just at the place where the land touches the sky there hung a beautiful crescent moon. Eloise was staring at that moon. I realized that she had been gazing in that direction even in her bed. Her face was turned fully toward the eerie lunar glow.
She took a step toward the horizon.
I took a closer look at the moon, and in the dark harbor of its arc I saw the grinning skull of Death. I knew then that Eloise had been so close to dying that she had almost completed her journey when Tall John gave her the medicine.
I realized that it was my job to keep her from going toward the darkness under that moon.
But there was a serious problem. I was a black slave while she was the white-skinned daughter of the Master. I wasn't supposed to touch her even with clothes on. I wasn't even supposed to speak in her presence. I was afraid that if she became aware of me she'd scream and her father would slaughter me for molesting his child.
