so-called firemen stood there and allowed that schoolhouse—my schoolhouse—to burn! After all that work put into it!'
'Yes, Alan, it was a crime, ' Bidwell agreed. He stared into his glass. 'But all the work was done by others, so why should you be so angry? The schoolhouse can be—and shall be—rebuilt.' Brightman nervously cleared his throat, because again a tension had entered the room.
'What you mean to say, Robert, is that due to my deformity I simply stood aside while others did the labor?' Johnstone's anger was turning colder. 'Is that your meaning?'
'I said... and meant... nothing of the sort.'
'Gentlemen, gentlemen!' Brightman's smile was intended to return warmth to the gathering. 'Let us not forget that Fount Royal faces the morning of a wondrous new day! I have no doubt the schoolhouse and all the rest of the structures shall be returned to their former glory, and that those houses vacated by past friends shall be soon inhabited by new ones.' Still the chilly air lingered between Bidwell and Johnstone. Brightman looked to Smythe. 'David, what was that you were telling me this afternoon? You recall, before that preacher stormed in? Mr. Bidwell, you might find this of interest!'
'Yes?' Bidwell raised his eyebrows, while Johnstone hobbled away to refill his glass.
'Oh... about the man, ' Smythe said. 'Yes, this was peculiar.
A man came to the camp today. He was looking about. I know it sounds very odd, but... I found something familiar about him. His walk... his bearing... something.'
'And you know who it was?' Brightman asked Bidwell. 'Of all people, your ratcatcher!' At the mere mention of the man, Matthew's throat seemed to clutch.
'Linch?' Bidwell frowned. 'Was he over there bothering you?'
'No, not that, ' Smythe said. 'He seemed to be just... inspecting us, I suppose. We'd had several visitors who just strolled around the camp. But this man... well, it does sound very strange, but... I watched him for a moment or two, and then I approached him from behind. He had picked up a blue glass lantern that is used in one of our morality scenes. The way his fingers moved over the glass... the way he turned the lantern this way and that... I thought I had seen such movements before. And I also thought I knew who the man was, yet... he was dressed in filthy clothes, and he was so very changed from the last time I'd seen him, when I was perhaps... oh... sixteen or seventeen years old.'
'Pardon me, ' Matthew said, his throat still tight. 'But who did you think Mr. Linch might have been?'
'Well, I spoke the name. I'm sure I sounded incredulous. I said: 'Mr. Lancaster?' and he turned around.' Smythe put a finger to his mouth, as if determining whether to continue this tale or not.
'Yes?' Matthew prodded. 'What then?'
'I... know this is absolutely ridiculous... but then again, Mr. Lancaster did have an act in the circus that involved trained rats, so when Mr. Brightman explained to me that the man was Fount Royal's ratcatcher, then... it's all very puzzling.'
'Puzzling?' Johnstone had returned with his fresh glass of wine. 'How so?'
'I could swear the man was Jonathan Lancaster, ' Smythe said. 'In fact, I would swear it. He turned toward me and looked me right in the face... and I saw his eyes. Such eyes... pale as ice... and piercing to the soul. I have seen them before. The man
'My pardon, please!' Brightman said. 'I didn't realize this was a personal matter!'
'Oh, that's all right.' He gave Brightman a rather vexed glance. 'Once a cat is out of a bag, sir, it is very difficult to put it back in again.'
'The same might be said of a fox, ' Matthew offered. 'But tell me: did Linch—or Lancaster—speak to you? Did he seem to recognize you as well?'
'No, I saw no recognition on his part. As soon as I spoke his name, he hurried away. I was going to follow him, but... I decided he might be ashamed to be seen dressed in rags. I wished not to intrude on his privacy until I had considered if I was mistaken or not.'
'Gwinett Linch has always been Gwinett Linch, from what I know, ' Bidwell contended. 'Who is this Jonathan Lancaster?'
'Mr. Lancaster was employed at the circus at the same time my father was its manager, ' Smythe said. 'I had the run of the place, and I helped where my father directed me. As I said, Mr. Lancaster had an act that involved trained rats, but he also—'
The door's bell rang with such ferocity that it must have been near pulled off its hinge. Before two seconds had passed, the door burst open and the visitor announced himself with a soul-withering shout: 'How dare ye! How dare ye do me such an injury!'
'Oh my Lord!' Brightman said, his eyes wide. 'The storm returns!'
Indeed the black-clad, black-tricorned whirlwind entered the room, his gaunt and wrinkled face florid with rage and the cords standing out in his neck. 'I demand to know!' Exodus Jerusalem hollered, aiming his mouth at Bidwell. 'Why was I not invited to thy preparations?'
'What preparations?' Bidwell fired back, his own temper in danger of explosion. 'And how dare you enter my house with such rudeness!'
'If thee wisheth to speak of rudeness, we might speak of the rudeness thou hast not only shown to me, but also shown to thy God Almighty!' The last two words had been brayed so loudly the walls seemed to tremble. 'It was not enough for thee to allow such sinful filth as play-actors into thy town, but then thou forceth me to abide within nostril's reach of them on the same street! God warrant it, I should have given thy town up as lost to Hell's fires that very instant! And I still wouldst, if not for the rite of just lay-ment!'
'The rite of just layment?' Bidwell now exhibited a suspicious scowl. 'Hold a moment, preacher! I thought you said it was the rite of sanctimonity!'
'Oh... yes, it is also called such!' Jerusalem's voice had faltered, but already it was gathering hot wind again for another bellow. 'Wouldst thou believe that so important a rite wouldst only have one name? Even God Himself is also called Jehovah! Lord above, deliver thy servant from such blind pride as we vieweth aplenty in this room!'
Matthew was not so blind as to fail to realize that Jerusalem, as was his nature, had taken center stage in the prideful parlor. Brightman and Smythe had retreated for the safety of their ears, Bidwell had backed up several paces, and even the stalwart schoolmaster had staggered back, the knuckles of his cane-gripping hand white with pressure.
Winston, however, had stood his ground. 'What's the meaning of bursting in on Mr. Bidwell's private affairs?'
'Sir, in God's great kingdom there are no private affairs!' Jerusalem snapped. 'It is only Satan who craveth secrecy! That is why I am so amazed and confounded by the fact that thou wouldst hide this meeting with the play-actors from mine eyes!'
'I did not hide anything from you!' Bidwell said. 'Anyway, how the hell... I mean... how on earth did you find out the actors were even here?'
'I wouldst have remained unenlightened had I not ventured to the play-actors' camp—as a man who loveth peace and brotherhood—to speak with their leader. And then I learneth from some fat thespian whose saint must surely be gluttony that Mr. Brightman is here with thee! And I kneweth exactly what must be transpiring!'
'And exactly what is transpiring?' Winston asked.
'The planning, as thou well knoweth!' It was spoken with dripping sarcasm. 'To cut me out of the execution day!'
'What?' Bidwell saw that Mrs. Nettles and two serving-girls had come to peer into the room, perhaps fearing violence from the wall-shaking volume. He waved them away. 'Preacher, I fail to understand what you're—'
'I went to see thee, brother Brightman, ' Jerusalem interrupted, addressing the other man, 'for the purpose of creating an agreement. I understand that thou planneth a play after the witch hath been burned. That evening, as I hear. I mineself have intentions that very eve to deliver a message to the citizens upon the burning battleground. As an observer of debased human nature, I fully realize there are more misguided sinners who wouldst attend a pig-and-bear show than hear the word of God Almighty, no matter how compelling the speaker. Therefore I wished—as a peaceful, brotherly man—to offer up mine services to enricheth your performance. Say... a
