Messenger

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"Jean has her flowers," Matty said, hoping to turn the conversation to Mentors daughter. "But she takes them to the market stall. She doesnt need Trade Mart for that.

"And," he added, "she already promised the puppy to me. Shed better not trade him away. "

Mentor laughed. "No, the puppy is yours, Matty. And the sooner the better. Hes full of mischief, and he chewed my shoes just this morning. "

For a moment everything seemed as it had always been. The man was warm and cheerful, the same loving teacher and father he had been for years. His arm over Mattys shoulders was familiar.

But Matty found himself wondering suddenly why Mentor was there. Why, in fact, any of these people were here. None of them had brought any goods to trade. He looked around to confirm what he had noticed. People stood tensely, their arms folded or at their sides. Some of them were murmuring to one another. Matty noticed the young couple who were neighbors down the road from the house he shared with the blind man. They were conversing in low voices, perhaps arguing, and the young wife appeared worried at what her husband was saying. But their arms, too, like Mattys, like Mentors, like everyones, were empty. No one had brought anything to trade.

A silence fell and the crowd parted to make way for the tall, dark-haired man who was now striding toward the stage. He was called Trademaster. People said that he had come, already named, as a new one some years before, and had brought with him what he knew about trading from the place he had left. Matty had often seen him around Village and knew that he was in charge of Trade Mart and that he checked on things after, stopping at houses where trades had been made. He had come to Ramons after his parents acquired the Gaming Machine. Tonight he carried nothing but a thick book that Matty had never seen before.

Mentors arm fell from Mattys shoulders and the schoolteachers attention turned eagerly toward the stage, where Trademaster was now standing.

"Trade Mart begins," Trademaster called. He had a loud voice with a slight accent, as many in Village had, the traces of their former languages lingering with them. The crowd fell absolutely silent now. Even the slightest whispering ceased. But over on the edge, Matty heard a woman begin to weep. He stood on tiptoe and peered toward her in time to see several people lead her away.

Mentor didnt even look toward the commotion of the weeping woman. Matty watched him. He noticed suddenly that Mentors face looked slightly different, and he could not identify what the difference was. The evening light was dim.

More than that, the teacher, usually so calm, was now tense, alert, and appeared to be waiting for something.

"Who first?" Trademaster called, and while Matty watched, Mentor raised his hand and waved it frantically, like a schoolboy hoping for a reward. "Me! Me!" the schoolteacher called out in a demanding voice, and as Matty watched, Mentor shoved the people standing in front of him aside so that he would be noticed.

***

Late that night, the blind man listened with a concerned look on his face while Matty described Trade Mart.

"Mentor was first, because he raised his hand so fast. And he completely forgot me, Seer. He had been standing with me and we were talking, just as we always have. Then, when they started, it was as if I didnt exist. He pushed ahead of everyone and went first. "

"What do you mean, went first? Where did he go?"

"To the stage. He pushed through everyone. He shoved and jostled them aside, Seer. It was so odd. Then he went to the stage when Trademaster called his name. "

The blind man rocked back and forth in his chair. Tonight he had not played music at all. Matty knew he was distressed.

"It used to be different. People just called out. There was a lot of laughter and teasing the time I went. "

"No laughter tonight, Seer. Just silence, as if people were very nervous. It was a little scary. "

"And what happened when Mentor got to the stage?"

Matty thought. It had been a little difficult to see through the crowd. "He just stood there. Then Trademaster asked him something, but it was as if he already knew the answer. And then everyone laughed a bit, as if they did, too, but it wasnt a having-fun kind of laughter. It was a knowing kind. "

"Could you hear what he asked?"

"I couldnt hear that first time, but I know what it was because he asked it of everyone who came up. It was the same each time. Just three words. Trade for what? Thats what he asked each time. "

"And was the answer the same from everyone?"

Matty shook his head, then remembered that he had to reply aloud. "No," he said. "It was different. "

"Could you hear Mentors reply?"

"Yes. It made everyone laugh in that odd way. Mentor said, Same as before. "

The blind man frowned. "Did you get a feel for what that meant?"

"I think so, because everyone looked at Stocktenders widow, and she blushed. She was near me, so I could see it. Her friends poked at her, teasing, and I heard her say, He needs a few more trades first. "

"Then what happened?"

Matty tried to remember the sequence of things. "Trademaster seemed to say yes, or at least to nod his head, and then he opened his book and wrote it in. "

"Id like to see that book," the blind man said, and then, laughing at himself, added, "or have you see it, and read it to me.

"What came next?"

"Mentor stood there. He seemed relieved that Trademaster had written something down for him. "

"How could you tell?"

"He smiled and seemed less nervous. "

"Then what?"

"Then everyone got very silent and Trademaster asked, Trade away what? "

The blind man thought. "Another three words. Was it the same for each? The same Trade for what? and then Trade away what? "

"Yes. But each one said the answer to the first quite loudly, the way Mentor did, but they whispered the answer to the second, so no one could hear. "

"So it became public, what they were trading for. . . "

"Yes, and sometimes the crowd called out in a scornful way. They jeered. I think thats the right word. "

"And he wrote each down?"

"No. Ramons mother went up, and when Trademaster asked, Trade for what? she said, Fur jacket. But Trademaster said no. "

"Did he give a reason for the no?"

"He said she got a Gaming Machine already. Maybe another time, he said. Keep trying, he told her. "

The blind man stirred restlessly in his chair. "Make us some tea, Matty, would you?"

Matty did so, going to the woodstove where the iron kettle was already simmering. He poured the water over tea leaves in two thick mugs and gave one to Seer.

"Tell me again the second three-word thing," the blind man said after he had taken a sip.

Matty repeated it. "Trade away what?" He tried to make his voice loud and important, as Trademasters had been. He tried to imitate the slight accent.

"But you couldnt hear any of the answers that people gave, is that right?"

"Thats right. They whispered, and he wrote the whispers in his book. "

Matty straightened in his chair with a sudden idea. "How about if I steal the book and read you what it says?"

"Matty, Matty. . . "

"Sorry," Matty replied immediately. Stealing had been so much a part of his previous existence that he sometimes still, even after years, forgot that it was not acceptable behavior in Village.

"Well," said the blind man after they had sipped their tea in silence for a moment, "I wish I could figure out what things people are trading away. You say they came empty-handed. Yet each one whispered something that was written down. "

"Except for Ramons mother," Matty reminded him. "Trademaster said no to her. But others got their trades. Mentor got his. "

"But we dont know what. "

"No. Same as before, he asked for. "

"Tell me this, Matty. When Mentor left the Trade Mart, he hadnt been given anything, had he? He wasnt carrying anything?"

"No. Nothing. "

"Was anyone given anything to take away?"

"Some were told delivery times. Someone got a Gaming Machine.

"Id really like a Gaming Machine, Seer," Matty added, though he knew it was hopeless.

But the blind man paid no attention to that. "One more question for you, Matty. Think hard about this. "

"All right. " Matty prepared himself to think hard.

"Try to remember if people looked different when it was over. Not everyone, but those who had made trades. "

Matty sighed. It had been crowded, and long, and he had begun to be uncomfortable and tired by the time it ended. He had seen Ramon and waved, but Ramon was standing with his mother, who was angry at having been turned down by Trademaster. Ramon hadnt waved back.

He had looked for Jean, but she wasnt there.

"I cant remember. I wasnt paying attention by the end. "

"What about the person who got a Gaming Machine? You told me someone did. Who was it?"

"That woman who lives over near the marketplace. You know the one? Her husband walks hunched over because he has a twisted back. He was with her but he didnt go up for a trade. "

"Yes, I know who you mean. Theyre a nice family," the blind man said. "So she traded for a Gaming Machine. Did you see her when she was leaving?"

"I think so. She was with some other women and they were laughing as they walked away. "

"I thought you said she was with her husband. "

"She was, but he walked behind. "

"How did she seem?"

"Happy, because she got a Gaming Machine. She was telling her friends that they could come play with it. "

"But anything else? Was there anything else about her that you remember, from after the trade, not before?"

Matty shrugged. He was beginning to be bored by the questioning. He was thinking about Jean, and that he might go to see her in the morning. Maybe his puppy would be ready. At least the puppy would be an excuse for a visit. It was healthy now, and growing fast, with big feet and ears; recently he had watched, laughing, when the mother dog had growled at it because it was nipping at her own ears in play.

Thinking of the puppys behavior reminded Matty of something.

"Something was different," he said. "Shes a nice woman, the one who got the Gaming Machine. "

"Yes, she is. Gentle. Cheerful. Very loving to her husband. "

"Well," said Matty slowly, "when she was leaving, walking and talking with the other women, and her husband behind trying to keep up, she whirled around suddenly and scolded him for being slow. "

"Slow? But hes all twisted. He cant walk any other way," the blind man said in surprise.

"I know. But she made a sneering face at him and she imitated his way of walking. She made fun of him. It was only for a second, though. "

Seer was silent, rocking. Matty picked up the empty mugs, took them to the sink, and rinsed them.

"Its late," the blind man said. "Time to go to bed. " He rose from his chair and put his stringed instrument on the shelf where he kept it. He began to walk slowly to his sleeping room. "Good night, Matty," he said.