Ingathering - The Complete People Stories

by Zenna Henderson

  Finally I could see the entrance of the mine, a darker blot in the pervading grayness. “There it is, Glory!” I cried. “We’re almost there. Just a little—” And the pain seized me. Gasping, I felt myself begin to fall. All my power was draining out thinly—my mind had only room for the all-enveloping anguish. I felt the soggy end of the mattress under one arm, and then two strong hands grabbed me and began to tug me onto the bed.

  “Try—” Glory’s voice was almost too far away. “Help yourself! Onto the bed! Help yourself!”

  Deliberately I pushed all thought of pain aside. As though in slow motion I felt myself lift slightly and slide onto the end of the bed. I lay half on, half off and tried to catch my breath.

  “Debbie,” Glory’s voice came calmly and deliberately. “We’re almost in the water. Can you lift us up a little?”

  Oh, no, I thought. It’s too much to ask! Let me rest.

  Then for no reason at all I heard Jemmy’s voice again. “Where’s Glory and Seth?” as though in some way I were responsible. I am! I cried to myself. I am responsible for them. I took their lives in my hands when we left the bedroom. Even before that! I made myself responsible for them when they took me in—

  With infinite effort I pushed myself into the background and reached out again to lay hold on The Power and, slowly, the bed rose from the lapping of the waters and, slowly, it started again toward the mine entrance and I held Glory’s hand in such a bruising grasp you would have thought I was birthing something or someone out there in the pelting rain.

  The events of the next few minutes ran hurriedly and clear, but as far removed from me as though I were watching everything through the wrong end of binoculars. I settled the mattress near the glowing wheel. Glory was off in unflurried haste. She spread my bedclothes and got me undressed by the light of the nickel she had propped up on a ledge on the wall. I cried out when I felt the warmth of my tekla nightgown gliding over my head. I’d forgotten the clothes for Child Within! The muddy waters were tumbling all their softness and smallness now.

  Another pain came and when it subsided, Glory had brought a coffee pot from somewhere—one of those huge enameled camp pots—and had filled it from somewhere and put it on the wheel-stove to heat. The cases were gone from our pillows and they lay beside my bed torn into neat squares in a little heap, topped by a battered old jackknife with one sharp blade open. One of the thin blankets had been ripped in four.

  Glory’s face appeared over me, rugged, comforting. “We’re doin’ fine,” she said. “Me and Seth had a few things stashed here in the mine. Seth’s breathing better. You got nothing to worry about now ‘ceptin’ Child Within. Nothing to worry about there neither ‘ceptin’ what you’ll name him now that he won’t be within any more.”

  “Oh, Glory!” I whispered and turned my cheek to press against her hand.

  From there on, I was three people—one who cried out and gasped and struggled with the pain and against the pain and was bound up in the blindness of complete concentration on the task at hand, and an accusing one—one sitting in judgment. And the third me was standing before the bar of that judgment, defenseless and guilty.

  The indictment was read from the big Book.

  “I was hungry,” came the accusation, “and they fed me.”

  “I ate their food,” I admitted. “Unearned—”

  “I was naked and they clothed me—”

  “ ‘Now we can have decent clothes,’ “ I heard myself saying again.

  “I was a stranger and they took me in—”

  “I condescended to let them care for me,” I admitted.

  “I was in the prison of my grief and they visited me.”

  “And I accepted their concern and care of me as an unquestioned right. I took and took and took and gave nothing—” Remorse was sharper than the pain that made the other cry out and struggle on the thin bedclothes.

  Think no more highly of yourself than you should. The voice had stopped. Now the words ran in ribbons of flames, wavering before my closed eyes, searing the tears dry.

  To whom much is given, much is expected. Who would be first must be last. Who would be greatest must be the servant of all.

  Whatsoever you do unto the least of these—

  Then suddenly the separation was over and the three of me coalesced in a quick blind rush and I listened blissfully to the lusty, outraged cry of My Child.

  “Oh, Thann!” I whispered as I slid into a cloud of comfort and relaxation. “Oh, Thann, he’s here. Our child—our Thann-too.”

  “You’re mighty sure, aren’t you?” Glory’s voice was amused. “But you’re right. He’s a boy.”

  I pushed sleep away from me a little to fret, “Let me see my poor naked baby. All his little clothes—”

  “Not so naked,” said Glory. “Here, hold him while I get things squared around.” She laid the blanket-wrapped bundle beside me and I lifted up on one elbow to look down into the miracle of the face of my child. I brushed my forefinger across the dark featherdown of his damp hair and lost myself in the realization that here was Child Within. This was what had been Becoming, serenely untouched, within me during all the tumultuous things that had happened. I protested from my half sleep when Glory came back for my child.

  “Just going to dress him,” said Glory. “You can have him back.”

  “Dress him?” I asked fuzzily.

  “Yes,” said Glory, unwrapping the blanket. “I had that sugar-sack gown in my shoe box and them old pillowcases make pretty soft diapers. Not very wetproof though, I’m afraid.”

  “A boy?” It was Seth’s voice, shaken but clear—his first words since the cabin.

  “A boy!” Glory’s voice was a hymn of thankfulness. “Want to see him?”

  “Sure. Us men gotta stick together!”

  I lay and smiled to keep from crying as I heard their murmuring over my child.

  “Dark like Davy,” Glory finally said softly. “Well, better give him back, I guess.” She laid him beside me.

  “Glory,” I said, “the gown could have been for Davy’s child. So you and Seth must be grandparents for my Thann-too.”

  “I—” Glory bit her lips and smoothed his blanket with a trembling hand. “We—” She swallowed hard. “Sure. It’s a pleasure.”

  “Hey, Grandma,” called Seth, hardly above a whisper. “I could do with some coffee!”

  “Okay, Grampa, keep your shirt on,” said Glory. “One coffee coming up!”

  ~ * ~

  That night after Glory had got us all settled and the nickel light was tucked under a rusty tin can and sleep was flowing warmly around us all, I roused a little and leaned up on one elbow, instinctively curving myself around the precious bundle of my child. The wheel-stove glowed on, taking a little of the raw chill off the rocky room. Glory and Seth were sleeping on the other side of the wheel, their bedding augmented by one of the blankets Jemmy had left. When I told Glory where they were, but not where they came from, she got them and, looking at me over the folded bulk of them, opened her mouth, closed it again, and silently spread one blanket for me and one for them. Now they were both asleep and I was awake listening to the “voice of many waters, praising—” and added my praise to theirs. Outside, the sky was clearing, but the murmuring lap of the waters reminded that the numberless creeks in the hills had not yet emptied themselves and the tide was rising higher.

  I turned over in my mind the odd duality of events of the night. I heard and saw again all the accusations, all the admonitions. They must have all been waiting for just such a chance when the Distorted Me wasn’t watching, to break through and confront me with myself. I had known all the words before. Their pertinent wisdom had been familiar to The People before they ever arrived on Earth and it was one of the endearing things of Earth that we had there found such beautifully rhythmic paraphrases of them.

  As I had laid down the burden of Child Within only to assume the greater burden of Thann-too, so also must I lay down the burden of my sp
oiled-brat self and take up the greater burden of my responsibility as one of The People toward Glory and Seth and whatever the Power sent into my life. Jemmy had been right. I wasn’t of The People. I had made myself more of an Outsider than an Outsider, even. Well, remorse is useless except insofar as it changes your way of doing things. And change I would—-the Power being my helper.

  Then I closed my eyes and felt them begin to dampen a little, as I wondered wistfully how long it would be before Jemmy would come again. Thann-too stirred in the curve of my arm. I looked down into the shadow that held him. “But I do think Jemmy was unnecessarily hard on Child Within!” I whispered as I gathered the warm little life closer.

  “I do, too,” came a voice—subvocally.

  Startled, I glanced up. There were two of them standing in the cave entrance.

  “And I told him so, too.” The figures moved in, quiet inches above the crunch of the mine floor “Remember me Debbie? It’s Valancy. Maybe you’ve forgotten—”

  “Forgotten? Oh, Valancy!” And we were hugging each other tightly. There was a lovely, warm intermingling of thoughts among the three of us, and all sorts of explanations—Jemmy had had no idea Child Within was so nearly ready to be born—and apologies—”If I’d had any idea, but when you—” and acceptances and reasons why and such things as Necessary Patterns—” “Since you had the situation in hand I went to see if someone else—” until finally, chastened and relaxed, I watched Valancy cuddling my child.

  How could I ever have forgotten Jemmy and Valancy—the glamorous Grown-ups—the Old Ones of the Group of my People in Cougar Canyon, when the Canyon was still habitable. We had all waved them good-by when our ship left for the Home so long ago.

  “You can look,” said Valancy to Jemmy. “But don’t touch.” Then she contradicted herself by putting the sleeping bundle into his arms. She snapped her fingers and a small bundle floated in from the mine entrance.

  “I brought some clothes,” she said. “Though it looks as if Glory has things well in hand. But here are some of Our Child’s clothes. She grew so fast that she hardly got to use some of them. If we don’t tell him, Thann-too will never know he had to wear girl-type clothes.” She unfolded the torn blanket square from around the baby. “And there’s the gown,” she said, smiling, fingering the hem of it, now regrettably damp.

  “There’s the gown,” I said. “Oh, Valancy, wasn’t I the luckiest person in the whole world to have Glory with me? I didn’t deserve it a bit! What a mess I was!”

  “The Glorys of this world have to put up with a lot of messes,” said Valancy, deftly changing my child from the skin out, and returning him, still blissfully sleeping, to my arms. She folded the wet clothes and bundled them up.

  “We’re taking you and the child back with us,” said Jemmy. “We’d better wake Glory and tell her.”

  “Glory!” I called softly and audibly.

  Instantly she was awake and out of bed, blinking in the dimness. “Glory, my People have come,” I said. “They want to take me and Thann-too back with them. But I’ll be back, just as soon as I can.”

  Valancy surrendered the baby into Glory’s waiting arms. She held him close. “I reckon you do have to go,” she said, her voice muffled against his blanket. “He’s going to be needing diapers by the dozen pretty darn soon. It’d keep us hopping, washing out what we have.”

  “We brought some supplies for you,” said Jemmy. “They’re from the disaster unit. We’re working all around this area helping people who got flooded out.”

  “Is Jicker all right?” Seth’s voice came huskily.

  “Jicker?” Jemmy did some fast scanning— “Oh, yes,” chuckled Jemmy. “I remember him. We fished him off the roof of his cabin. Never heard such cussing in all my life. Ten minutes solid without repeating himself once!”

  “That’s Jicker,” grinned Seth and settled back down. “I’m glad the old cuss is okay.”

  Jemmy was looking around the shadowy room. “This is the Skagmore, isn’t it?” he said. “I thought she was played out a long time ago.”

  “She was—a couple of times,” said Seth. “But we managed to find a few more pockets. Enough to keep us going for a while, but I reckon she’s about done for now, with all this water and stuff.”

  “We had a mine on the other side of Baldy,” said Jemmy. “When we moved on up into the hills we didn’t think there was enough left to make it worthwhile to leave a crew behind. I think there’s pretty good pickin’s there for a couple of willing workers. A sort of shack’s there, too, where the fellows bunked when it was their shift. I think we piped the spring into the kitchen the last summer. It’s not bad. As soon as we get Debbie settled at home, we’ll come back and take you there. You can look the setup over and see if you’d like to take a whack at it.”

  “Thanks,” said Glory huskily. “We’ll give her a look. We’re kinda wiped out here. This is it.” She gestured at the few possessions huddled around the glowing wheel.

  “And only the clothes they stand in,” I added. “And Glory’s treasure box.” I lifted the shoe box from the edge of Seth’s bed and floated it to Glory’s hands. “Glory,” I said on sudden impulse, “do you have your mirror in there?”

  “The pieces.” Glory’s face reddened slightly. “Silly, keeping useless things.”

  “Show it to them,” I asked. “They know I broke it.”

  Slowly Glory took the lid off the box and carefully lifted out the mirror. She had fitted all the broken pieces together and they caught and cut into pieces what little light there was in the cave. I took the mirror from her and looked into it at my shattered, shamed face. “Jemmy,” I said, holding it out to him. “I broke it. I ruined something I can’t make right. Can you help me?”

  Jemmy took the mirror and stared down into it, his face tight with concentration. After long seconds, there was a sudden liquid flow of light and the broken pieces of glass melted into one another and glazed across. He gave the mirror back to me and I saw myself mended and whole again.

  “Here, Glory,” I said, putting it into her hands. “It’s only a part of all the apologies and makings-up for what I owe you.”

  She ran her finger across the mended glass, her face tender with memories.

  “Thanks,” she said. “I appreciate it.”

  Jemmy was bringing in a carrycase for me so I wouldn’t have to exert myself at all on the return trip. Glory held Thann-too while Valancy and Jemmy got me settled. She fingered the soft warmth of the baby blanket and burrowed in to uncover one of the tiny pink hands. She tucked it back gently, folding the cuff of the gown around it first.

  “Where’s the other stuff?” she asked. “No sense taking makeshifts back with you.”

  “No,” I said. “You can’t have the gown back, even if you do want to keep it. That’s Thann-too’s very first gown, and might have been his only gown if things hadn’t worked out as they did. It’s staying in our family, every thoughtful stitch of it, and Thann-too’s first child will wear it—” I broke off, overwhelmed by a sudden thought. “Oh, Valancy! I’m a mother! And when Thann-too grows up, I’ll be a. grandmother!”

  They all laughed at my shocked astonishment. And the emotional temperature of our parting eased.

  When Jemmy and Valancy were ready to transport me out into a sky aglow with moonlight and puffy leftover clouds, Glory knelt to surrender my baby into my arms. I reached up and hugged her fiercely to me. “You’re Thann-too’s grandma, and don’t you forget it,” I whispered. “I’ll be back. We’ll both be back, and make everything as right as we can after such a horrible beginning. Honestly, all the People aren’t as bad as I make them seem. Don’t judge them by me.”

  “Your folks seem to be mighty nice.” Glory was ignoring the tears that stood in her eyes. “I—I never minded you too much. Kids will be kids and then there was Child Within—” Her finger touched his sleeping cheek and she stood up abruptly. “Lordee! Here I am in my nightclothes in front of ever’body!” And she retreated
into the shadows to find her slicker to use for a robe.

  I waved good-by once as we launched out over the waters. Glory’s arm went up in brief salute and she turned back into the darkness without waiting to see us gone.

  “You certainly lucked out there, didn’t you?” said Jemmy from behind me.

  “Didn’t I?” I murmured drowsily. “I didn’t expect an angel in jeans and plaid shirt. That’s not an excuse. It’s an explanation.”

  Jemmy chuckled and in silence we streaked across the sky. I closed my eyes against the brightness of the moon. Swallowing sorrow and hugging my child close against me, I whispered, “Oh, Thann—oh, Thann— oh, Thann!”

  And felt him very near.

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