'Huh,' Dilsey said. She looked at Luster again. He met her gaze blandly, innocent and open. 'I dont know whut you up to, but you aint got no business coin hit. You jes tryin me too dis mawnin cause de others is, aint you? You git on up dar en see to Benjy, you hear?'
'Yessum,' Luster said. He went on toward the kitchen steps, swiftly.
'Here,' Dilsey said. 'You git me another armful of wood while I got you.'
'Yessum,' he said. He passed her on the steps and went to the woodpile. When he blundered again at the door a moment later, again invisible and blind within and beyond his wooden avatar, Dilsey opened the door and guided him across the kitchen with a firm hand.
'Jes thow hit at dat box again,' she said. 'Jes thow hit.'
'I got to,' Luster said, panting. 'I cant put hit down no other way.'
'Den you stand dar en hold hit a while,' Dilsey said. She unloaded him a stick at a time. 'Whut got into you dis mawnin? Here I vent you fer wood en you aint never brought mo'n six sticks at a time to save yo life swell today. Whut you fixin to ax me kin you do now? Aint dat show lef town yit?'
'Yessum. Hit done gone.'
She put the last stick into the box. 'Now you go on up dar wid Benjy, like I tole you befo,' she said. 'And I dont want nobody else yellin down dem stairs at me swell I rings de bell. You hear me.'
'Yessum,' Luster said. He vanished through the swing door. Dilsey put some more wood in the stove and returned to the bread board. Presently she began to sing again.
The room grew warmer. Soon Dilsey's skin had taken on a rich, lustrous quality as compared with that as of a faint dusting of wood ashes which both it and Luster's had worn as she moved about the kitchen, gathering about her the raw materials of food, coordinating the meal. On the wall above a cupboard, invisible save at night, by lamp light and even then evincing an enigmatic profundity because it had but one hand, a cabinet clock ticked, then with a preliminary sound as if it had cleared its throat, struck five times.
'Eight oclock,' Dilsey said. She ceased and tilted her head upward, listening. But there was no sound save the clock and the fire. She opened the oven and looked at the pan of bread, then stooping she paused while someone descended the stairs. She heard the feet cross the diningroom, then the swing door opened and Luster entered, followed by a big man who appeared to have been shaped of some substance whose particles would not or did not cohere to one another or to the frame which supported it. His skin was dead looking and hairless; dropsical too, he moved with a shambling gait like a trained bear. His hair was pale and fine. It had been brushed smoothly down upon his brow like that of children in daguerrotypes. His eyes were clear, of the pale sweet blue of cornflowers, his thick mouth hung open, drooling a little.
'Is he cold?' Dilsey said. She wiped her hands on her apron and touched his hand.
'Ef he aint, I is,' Luster said. 'Always cold Easter. Aint never seen hit fail. Miss Cahline say ef you aint got time to fix her hot water bottle to never mind about hit.' 'Oh, Lawd,' Dilsey said. She drew a chair into the corner between the woodbox and the stove. The man went obediently and sat in it. 'Look in de dinin room and see whar I laid dat bottle down,' Dilsey said. Luster fetched the bottle from the diningroom and Dilsey filled it and gave it to him. 'Hurry up, now,' she said. 'See ef Jason wake now. Tell em hit's all ready.'
Luster went out. Ben sat beside the stove. He sat loosely, utterly motionless save for his head, which made a continual bobbing sort of movement as he watched Dilsey with his sweet vague gaze as she moved about. Luster returned.
'He up,' he said. 'Miss Cahline say put hit on de table.' He came to the stove and spread his hands palm down above the firebox. 'He up, too,' he said. 'Gwine hit wid bofe feet dis mawnin.'
'Whut's de matter now?' Dilsey said. 'Git away fum dar. How kin I do anything wid you standin over de stove?'
'I cold,' Luster said.
'You ought to thought about dat whiles you was down dar in dat cellar,' Dilsey said. 'Whut de matter wid Jason?'
'Sayin me en Benjy broke dat winder in his room.'
'Is dey one broke?' Dilsey said.
'Dat's whut he sayin,' Luster said. 'Say I broke hit.'
'How could you, when he keep hit locked all day en night?'
'Say I broke hit chunkin rocks at hit,' Luster said.
'En did you?'
'Nome,' Luster said.
'Dont lie to me, boy,' Dilsey said.
'I never done hit,' Luster said. 'Ask Benjy ef I did. I aint stud'in dat winder.'
'Who could a broke hit, den?' Dilsey said. 'He jes tryin hisself, to wake Quentin up,' she said, taking the pan of biscuits out of the stove.
'Reckin so,' Luster said. 'Dese funny folks. Glad I aint none of em.'
'Aint none of who?' Dilsey said. 'Lemme tell you somethin, nigger boy, you got jes es much Compson devilment in you es any of em. Is you right sho you never broke dat window?'
'Whut I want to break hit fur?'
'Whut you do any of yo devilment fur?' Dilsey said. 'Watch him now, so he cant burn his hand again swell I git de table set.'
She went to the diningroom, where they heard her moving about, then she returned and set a plate at the kitchen table and set food there. Ben watched her, slobbering, making a faint, eager sound.
'All right, honey,' she said. 'Here yo breakfast. Bring his chair, Luster.' Luster moved the chair up and Ben sat down, whimpering and slobbering. Dilsey tied a cloth about his neck and wiped his mouth with the end of it. 'And see kin you keep fum messin up his clothes one time,' she said, handing Luster a spoon.
Ben ceased whimpering. He watched the spoon as it rose to his mouth. It was as if even eagerness were musclebound in him too, and hunger itself inarticulate, not knowing it is hunger. Luster fed him with skill and detachment. Now and then his attention would return long enough to enable him to feint the spoon and cause Ben to close his mouth upon the empty air, but it was apparent that Luster's mind was elsewhere. His other hand lay on the back of the chair and upon that dead surface it moved tentatively, delicately, as if he were picking an inaudible tune out of the dead void, and once he even forgot to tease Ben with the spoon while his fingers teased out of the slain wood a soundless and involved arpeggio until Ben recalled him by whimpering again.
In the diningroom Dilsey moved back and forth. Presently she rang a small clear bell, then in the kitchen Luster heard Mrs Compson and Jason descending, and Jason's voice, and he rolled his eyes whitely with listening.
'Sure, I know they didn't break it,' Jason said. 'Sure, I know that. Maybe the change of weather broke it.'
'I dont see how it could have,' Mrs Compson said. 'Your room stays locked all day long, just as you leave it when you go to town. None of us ever go in there except Sunday, to clean it. I dont want you to think that I would go where I'm not wanted, or that I would permit anyone else to.'
'I never said you broke it, did I?' Jason said.
'I dont want to go in your room,' Mrs Compson said. 'I respect anybody's private affairs. I wouldn't put my foot over the threshold, even if I had a key.'
'Yes,' Jason said. 'I know your keys wont fit. That's why I had the lock changed. What I want to know is, how that window got broken.'
'Luster say he didn't do hit,' Dilsey said.
'I knew that without asking him,' Jason said. 'Where's Quentin?' he said.
'Where she is ev'y Sunday mawnin,' Dilsey said. 'Whut got into you de last few days, anyhow?'
'Well, we're going to change all that,' Jason said. 'Go up and tell her breakfast is ready.'
'You leave her alone now, Jason,' Dilsey said. 'She gits up fer breakfast ev'y week mawnin, en Miss Cahline lets her stay in bed ev'y Sunday. You knows dat.'
'I cant keep a kitchen full of niggers to wait on her pleasure, much as I'd like to,' Jason said. 'Go and tell her to come down to breakfast.'
'Aint nobody have to wait on her,' Dilsey said. 'I puts her breakfast in de warmer en she--'
'Did you hear me?' Jason said.
'I hears you,' Dilsey said. 'All I been hearin, when you in de house. Ef hit aint Quentin er yo maw, hit's Luster
