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in； although someone had closed his eyes and put slugs on them。 His hands had been folded on his chest with a sprig of devil…grass in them。 He smelled like poison。
The man in black pushed back his hood and came to the bar。 Alice watched him； feeling trepidation mixed with the familiar want that hid within her。 There was no religious symbol on him； although that meant nothing by itself。
〃Whiskey；〃 he said。 His voice was soft and pleasant。 〃Good whiskey。〃
She reached under the counter and brought out a bottle of Star。 She could have palmed off the local popskull on him as her best； but did not。 She poured； and the man in black watched her。 His eyes were large； luminous。 The shadows were too thick to determine their color exactly。 Her need intensified。 The hollering and whooping went on behind； unabated。 Sheb； the worthless gelding； was playing about the Christian Soldiers and somebody had persuaded Aunt Mill to sing。 Her voice； warped and distorted； cut through the babble like a dull ax through a calf's brain。
〃Hey； Allie！〃
She went to serve； resentful of the stranger's silence； resentful of his no…color eyes and her own restless groin。 She was afraid of her needs。 They were capricious and beyond her control。 They might be the signal of the change； which would in turn signal the beginning of her old age a condition which in Tull was usually as short and bitter as a winter sunset。
She drew beer until the keg was empty； then broached another。 She knew better than to ask Sheb； he would e willingly enough； like the dog he was； and would either chop off his own fingers or spume beer all over everything。 The stranger's eyes were on her as she went about it； she could feel them。
〃It's busy；〃 he said when she returned。 He had not touched his drink； merely rolled it between his palms to warm it。
〃Wake；〃 she said。
〃I noticed the departed。〃
〃They're bums；〃 she said with sudden hatred。 〃All bums。〃
〃It excites them。 He's dead。 They're not。〃
〃He was their butt when he was alive。 It's not right that he should be their butt now。 It's。。。 〃She trailed off； not able to express what it was； or how it was obscene。
〃Weed…eater？〃
〃Yes！ What else did he have？〃
Her tone was accusing； but he did not drop his eyes； and she felt the blood rush to her face。 〃I'm sorry。 Are you a priest？ This must revolt you。〃
〃I'm not and it doesn't。〃 He knocked the whiskey back neatly and did not grimace。 〃Once more； please。〃
〃I'll have to see the color of your coin first。 I'm sorry。〃
〃No need to be。〃
He put a rough silver coin on the counter； thick on one edge； thin on the other； and she said as she would say later：
〃I don't have change for this。〃
He shook his head； dismissing it； and watched absently as he poured again。
〃Are you only passing through？〃 she asked。
He did not reply for a long time； and she was about to repeat when he shook his head impatiently。 〃Don't talk trivialities。 You're here with death。〃
She recoiled； hurt and amazed； her first thought being that he had lied about his holiness to test her。
〃You cared for him；〃 he said flatly。 〃Isn't that true？〃
〃Who？ Nort？〃 She laughed； affecting annoyance to cover her confusion。 〃I think you better 〃
〃You're soft…hearted and a little afraid；〃 he went on； 〃and he was on the weed； looking out hell's back door。 And there he is； and they've even slammed the door now； and you don't think they'll open it until it's time for you to walk through； isn't it so？〃
〃What are you； drunk？〃
〃Mistuh Norton； he dead；〃 the man in black intoned sardonically。 〃Dead as anybody。 Dead as you or anybody。〃
〃Get out of my place。〃 She felt a trembling loathing spring up in her； but the warmth still radiated from her belly。
〃It's all right；〃 he said softly。 〃It's all right。 Wait。 Just wait。〃
The eyes were blue。 She felt suddenly easy in her mind； as if she had taken a drug。
〃See？〃 he asked her。 〃Do you see？〃
She nodded dumbly and he laughed aloud a fine； strong； untainted laugh that swung heads around。 He whirled and faced them； suddenly made the center of attention by some unknown alchemy。 Aunt Mill faltered and subsided； leaving a cracked high note bleeding on the air。 Sheb struck a discord and halted。 They looked at the stranger uneasily。 Sand rattled against the sides of the building。
The silence held； spun itself out。 Her breath had clogged in her throat and she looked down and saw both hands pressed to her belly beneath the bar。 They all looked at him and he looked at them。 Then the laugh burst forth again； strong； rich； beyond denial。 But there was no urge to laugh along with him。
〃I'll show you a wonder！〃 he cried at them。 But they only watched him； like obedient children taken to see a magician in whom they have grown too old to believe。
The man in black sprang forward； and Aunt Mill drew away from him。 He grinned fiercely and slapped her broad belly。 A short； unwitting cackle was forced out of her； and the man in black threw back his head。
〃It's better； isn't it？〃
Aunt Mill cackled again； suddenly broke into sobs； and fled blindly through the doors。 The others watched her go silently。 The storm was beginning； shadows followed each other； rising and falling on the white cyclorama of the sky。 A man near the piano with a forgotten beer in one hand made a groaning； grinning sound。
The man in black stood over Nort； grinning down at him。 The wind howled and shrieked and thrummed。 Something large struck the side of the building and bounced away。 One of the men at the bar tore himself free and exited in looping； grotesque strides。 Thunder racketed in sudden dry vollies。
〃All right；〃 the man in black grinned。 〃All right； let's get down to it。〃
He began to spit into Nort's face； aiming carefully。 The spittle gleamed on his forehead； pearled down the shaven beak of his nose。
Under the bar； her hands worked faster。
Sheb laughed； loon…like； and hunched over。 He began to cough up phlegm； huge and sticky gobs of it； and let fly。 The man in black roared approval and pounded him on the back。 Sheb grinned； one gold tooth twinkling。
Some fled。 Others gathered in a loose ring around Nort。 His face and the dewlapped rooster…wrinkles of his neck and upper chest gleamed with liquid liquid so precious in this dry country。 And suddenly it stopped； as if on signal。 There was ragged； heavy breathing。
The man in black suddenly lunged across the body； jackknifing over it in a smooth arc。 It was pretty； like a flash of water。 He caught himself on his hands； sprang to his feet in a twist； grinning； and went over again。 One of the watchers forgot himself； began to applaud； and suddenly backed away； eyes cloudy with terror。 He slobbered a hand across his mouth and made for the door。
Nort twitched the third time the man in black went across。
A sound went through the watchers a grunt and then they were silent。 The man in black threw his head back and howled。 His chest moved in a quick； shallow rhythm as he sucked air。 He began to go back and forth at a faster clip； pouring over Nort's body like water poured from one glass to another glass。 The only sound in the room was the tearing rasp of his respiration and the rising pulse of the storm。
Nort drew a deep； dry breath。 His hands rattled and pounded aimlessly on the table。 Sheb screeched and exited。 One of the women followed him。
The man in black went across once more； twice； thrice。 The whole body was vibrating now； trembling and rapping and twitching。 The smell of rot and excrement and decay billowed up in choking waves。 His eyes opened。
Alice felt her feet propelling her backward。 She struck the mirror； making it shiver； and blind panic took over。 She bolted like a steer。
〃I've given into you；〃 the man in black called after her； panting。 〃Now you can sleep easy。 Even that isn't irreversible。 Although it's。。。 so。。。 goddamned。。。funny！〃 And he began to laugh again； The sound faded as she raced up the stairs； not stopping until the door to the three rooms above the bar was bolted。
She began to giggle then； rocking back and forth on her haunches by the door。 The sound rose to a keening wail that mixed with the wind。
Downstairs； Nort wandered absently out into the storm to pull some weed。 The man in black； now the only patron of the bar； watched him go； still grinning。
When she forced herself to go back down that evening； carrying a lamp in one hand and a heavy stick of stove…wood in the other； the man in black was gone； rig and all。 But Nort was there； sitting at the table by the door as if he had never been away。 The smell of the weed was on him； but not as heavily as she might have expected。
He looked up at her and smiled tentatively。 〃Hello； Allie。〃
〃Hello； Nort。〃 She put the stove wood down and began lighting the lamps； not turning her back to him。
〃I been touched by God；〃 he said presently。 〃I ain't going to die no more。 He said so。 It was a promise。〃
〃How nice for you； Nort。〃 The spill she was holding dropped through her trembling fingers and she picked it up。
〃I'd like to stop chewing the grass；〃 he said。 〃I don't enjoy it no more。 It don't seem right for a man touched by God to be chewing the weed。〃
〃Then why don't you stop？〃
Her exasperation startled her into looking at him as a man again； rather than an infernal miracle。 What she saw was a rather sad…looking specimen only half…stoned； looking hangdog and ashamed。 She could not be frightened by him anymore。
〃I shake；〃 he said。 〃And I want it。 I can't stop。 Allie； you was always so good to me 〃he began to weep。 〃I can't even stop peeing myself。〃
She walked to the table and hesitated there； uncertain。
〃He could have made me not want it；〃 he said through the tears。 〃He could have done that if he could have made me be alive。 I ain't plaining 。。。 I don't want to plain。。。 〃He stared around hauntedly and whispered； 〃He might strike me dead if I did。〃
〃Maybe it's a joke。 He seemed to have quite a sense of humor。〃
Nort took his poke from where it dangled inside his shirt and brought out a handful of grass。 Unthinkingly she knocked it away and then drew her hand back； horrified。
〃I can't help it； Allie； I can't 〃and he made a crippled dive for the poke。 She could have stopped him； but she made no effort。 She went back to lighting the lamps； tired although the evening had barely begun。 But nobody came in that night except old man Kennerly； who had missed everything。 He did not seem particularly surprised to see Nort。 He ordered beer； asked where Sheb was； and pawed her。 The next day things were almost normal； although none of the children followed Nort。 The day after that； the catcalls resumed。 Life had gotten back on its own sweet keel。 The uprooted corn was gathered together by the children； and a week after Nort's resurrection； they burned it in the middle of the street。 The fire was momentarily bright and most of the barflies stepped or staggered out to watch。 They looked primitive。 Their faces seemed to float between the flames and the ice…chip brilliance of the sky。 Allie watched them and felt a pang of fleeting despair for the sad times of the world。 Things had stretched apart There was no glue at the center of things anymore。 She had never seen the ocean； never would。
〃If I had grits；〃 she murmured； 〃If I had guts； guts； guts。。。〃
Nort raised his head at the sound of her voice and smiled emptily at her from hell。 She had no guts。 Only a bar and a scar。
The fire burned down rapidly and her customers came back in。 She began to dose herself with the Star Whiskey； and by midnight she was blackly drunk。
VIII
She ceased her narrative； and when he made no immediate ment； she thought at first that the story had put him to sleep。 She had begun to drowse herself when he asked： 〃That's all？〃
〃Yes。 That's all。 It's very late。〃
〃Um。〃 He was rolling another cigarette。
〃Don't go getting your tobacco dandruff in my bed；〃 she told him； more sharply than she had intended。
〃No。〃
Silence again。 The tip of his cigarette winked off and on。
〃You'll be leaving in the morning；〃 she said dully。
〃I should。 I think he's left a trap for me here。〃
〃Don't go；〃 she said。
〃We'll see。〃
He turned on his side away from her； but she was forted。 He would stay。 She drowsed。
On the edge of sleep she thought again about the way Nort had addressed him； in that strange talk。 She had not seen him express emotion before or since。 Eve