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"Yes, of course. Ill go, too. Its important to welcome them. "
They wiped their dirty hands quickly and left the garden, closing the gate behind them and following the same path Ramon had rushed along. The entrance was not far, and the new ones were gathered there. In the past, new ones had mostly arrived alone or in pairs, but now they seemed to come in groups: whole families, often, looking tired, for they had come great distances, and frightened, because they had left fearsome things behind and usually their escape had been dangerous and terrifying. But always they were hopeful, too, and clearly relieved to be greeted by the smiles. The people of Village prided themselves on the welcome, many of them leaving their regular work to go and be part of it.
Frequently the new ones were damaged. They hobbled on canes or were ill. Sometimes they were disfigured by wounds or simply because they had been born that way. Some were orphans. All of them were welcomed.
Matty joined the crowded semicircle and smiled encouragingly at the new ones as the greeters took their names, one by one, and assigned them to helpers who would lead them to their living spaces and help them settle in. He thought he saw the girl Ramon had mentioned, a thin but lovely girl about their age. Her face was dirty and her hair uncombed. She held the hand of a younger child whose eyes were thick with yellow mucus; it was a common ailment of new ones, quickly healed with herbal mixtures. He could tell that the girl was worried for the child, and he tried to smile at her in a way that was reassuring.
There were more than usual this time. "Its a big group," Matty whispered to the blind man.
"Yes, I can hear that it is. I wonder if somehow they have begun to hear rumors that we may close. "
As he spoke, they both heard something and turned. Approaching the welcoming entrance and the busy processing of the new ones, a small group of people Matty recognized—with Mentor leading them—came forward, chanting, "Close. Close. No more. No more. "
The welcoming group was uncertain how to react. They continued to smile at the new ones and to reach forward to take their hands. But the chant made everyone uncomfortable.
Finally, in the confusion, Leader appeared. Someone had sent for him, apparently. The crowd parted to allow him through and the chanters fell silent.
Leaders voice was, as always, calm. He spoke first to the new ones, welcoming them. He would have done this later in the day, after they had been fed and settled. But now, instead of waiting, he reassured them briefly.
"We were all of us new ones once," he said with a smile, "except for the youngsters who have been born here.
"We know what you have been through.
"You will no longer be hungry. You will no longer live under unfair rule. You will never be persecuted again.
"We are honored to have you among us. Welcome to your new home. Welcome to Village. "
He turned to the greeters and said, "Do the processing later. They are tired. Take them to their living spaces so they can have baths and food. Let them rest for a while. "
The greeters encircled the new ones and led them away.
Then Leader turned to those who remained. "Thank you, those of you who came to give welcome. It is one of the most important things we do in Village.
"Those of you who object? Mentor? You and the others?" He looked at the small group of dissenters. "You have that right, as you know. The right to dissent is one of our most important freedoms here.
"But the meeting is in four days. Let me suggest that instead of worrying and frightening these new ones, who have just come and are weary and confused, let us wait and see what the meeting decides.
"Even those of you who want to close Village to new ones—even you value the peace and kindness we have always embraced here. Mentor? You seem to be leading this. What do you say?"
Matty turned to look at Mentor, the teacher who meant so much to him. Mentor was thinking, and Matty was accustomed to seeing him deep in thought, for it was part of his classroom demeanor. He always thought over each question carefully, even the most foolish question from the youngest student.
Odd, Matty thought. The birthmark across Mentors cheek seemed lighter. Ordinarily it was a deep red. Now it seemed merely pink, as if it were fading. But it was late summer. Probably, Matty decided, Mentors skin had been tanned by the sun, as his own was; and this made the birthmark less visible.
Still, Matty was uneasy. Something else was different today about Mentor. He couldnt name the difference, not really. Was it that Mentor seemed slightly taller? How strange that would be, Matty thought. But the teacher had always walked with a bit of a stoop. His shoulders were hunched over. People said that he had aged terribly after his beloved wifes death, when Jean was just a small child. Sadness had done it.
Today he stood erect and his shoulders were straight. So he seemed taller, but wasnt, Matty decided with relief. It was simply a changed posture.
"Yes," Mentor said to Leader, "we will see what the meeting decides. "
His voice sounded different, Matty noticed.
He saw that Leader, too, was noticing something about Mentor and was puzzled. But everyone was turning away now, the crowd dispersing, people returning to their usual daily tasks. Matty ran to catch up with the blind man, who had started walking the familiar path home.
Behind him he heard an announcement being made. "Dont forget!" someone was calling out. "Trade Mart tomorrow night!"
Trade Mart. With the other things that had consumed Mattys thoughts recently, he had almost forgotten about Trade Mart.
Now he decided he would attend.
***
Trade Mart was a very old custom. No one remembered its beginnings. The blind man said that he had first known of it when he was a newcomer to Village, still an invalid with wounds to be tended. He had lain on a bed in the infirmary, in pain, unseeing, his memory slow to return, and half listened to the conversations of the gentle folk who took care of him.
"Did you go to the last Trade Mart?" he had heard one person ask another.
"No, I have nothing to trade. Did you?"
"Went and watched. It all seems foolishness to me. "
He had put it from his mind, then. He had nothing to trade, either. He owned nothing. His torn, bloodstained clothes had been taken from him and replaced. From a cord around his neck dangled an amulet of some sort, and he felt its importance but could not remember why. Certainly he would not trade it for some trinket; it was all he had left of his past.
The blind man had described all of that to Matty.
"Later I went, just to watch," he told him.
Matty laughed at him. They were close, by then, and he could do that. "Watch?" he hooted.
The blind man laughed in reply. "I have my own kind of watching," he said.
"I know you do. Thats why they call you Seer. You see more than most. Can anyone go to Trade Mart and watch?"
"Of course. There are no secrets here. But it was dull stuff, Matty. People called out what they wanted to trade for. Women wanted new bracelets, I remember, and they traded their old bracelets away. Things like that. "
"So its like Market Day. "
"It seemed so to me. I never went back. "
Now, speaking of it the evening of the new ones arrival, the blind man expressed concern. "Its changed, Matty. I hear people talk of it now, and I feel the changes. Somethings wrong. "
"What kind of talk?"
The blind man was sitting with his instrument on his lap. He played one chord. Then he frowned. "Im not sure. Theres a secrecy to it now. "
"I got up my nerve and asked Ramon what his parents traded for the Gaming Machine. But he didnt know. He said they wouldnt tell him, and his mother turned away when he asked, as if she had something to hide. "
"I dont like the sound of it. " The blind man stroked the strings and played two more chords.
"The sound of your own music?" Matty asked with a laugh, trying to lighten the conversation.
"Somethings happening at Trade Mart," Seer said, ignoring Mattys attempt at humor.
"Leader said the same. "
"He would know. Id be wary of it, Matty, if I were you. "
The next evening, while they prepared supper, he told the blind man he was planning to go.
"I know you said I was too young, Seer. But Im not. Ramons going. And maybe its important for me to go. Maybe I can figure out whats happening. "
Seer sighed and nodded. "Promise me one thing," he told Matty.
"I will. "
"Make no trade. Watch and listen. But make no trade. Even if youre tempted. "
"I promise. " Then Matty laughed. "How could I? I have nothing to trade. What could I give for a Gaming Machine? A puppy too young to leave its mother? Whod want that?"
The blind man stirred the chicken that simmered in a broth. "Ah, Matty, you have more than you know. And people will want what you have. "
Matty thought. Seer was correct, of course. He had the thing that troubled him—the power, he thought of it—and perhaps there were those who would want it. Maybe he should find a way to trade it away. But the thought made him nervous. He turned his thoughts to other, less worrying things.
He had a fishing pole, but he needed that and loved it. He had a kite, stored in the loft, and perhaps one day he would trade it for a better kite.
But not tonight. Tonight he would only watch. He had promised the blind man.
7
It was early evening, just past supper, and others were hurrying, as Matty was, along the lane to the place where Trade Mart was held. He nodded to neighbors as he passed them, and waved to some he saw farther along. People nodded back or waved in reply, but there was none of the lighthearted banter that was ordinarily part of Village. There was an intentness to everyone, an odd seriousness, and a sense of worry—unusual in Village—pervaded the atmosphere.
No wonder Seer didnt want me to come, Matty thought as he approached. It doesnt feel right.
He could hear the noise. A murmur. People whispering to each other. It was not at all like Market Day, with its sounds of laughter, conversation, and commerce: good-natured bargaining, the squealing of pigs, the motherly cluck of hens with their cheeping broods. Tonight it was simply a low hum, a nervous whisper through the crowd.
Matty slipped into a group that had gathered and was standing nearest to the platform, a simple wooden structure like a stage that was used for many occasions when the people came together. The coming meeting to discuss the proposal to close Village would be held here, too, and Leader would stand on the stage to direct things and keep them orderly.
A large wooden roof covered the area so that rain would not prevent a gathering, and in the cold months the enclosing sides would be slid into place. Tonight, though, with the weather still warm, it was open to the evening. A breeze ruffled Mattys hair. He could smell the scent of the pine grove that bordered the area.
He found a place to stand next to Mentor, hoping that perhaps Jean would join her father, though she was nowhere to be seen. Mentor glanced down and smiled at him. "Matty!" he said. "Its a surprise to see you here. Youve never been before. "
"No," Matty said. "I have nothing to trade. "
The schoolteacher put his arm affectionately over Mattys shoulders, and Matty noticed for the first time that the teacher had lost weight. "Ah," Mentor said, "youd be surprised. Everyone has something to trade. "