"I t can't end there."

I t hadn't, though I didn't want to tell Fagan that the man had laid the burden heavy upon me. Most unfitting, to my way of thinking. I was a child, an outcast. What could I do?

Y et the hand of God squeezed my heart. All that waswithin me clung likeivyto the trunk of that great tree I 'd been grafted into.

Me, a sprout and not a branch. Not yet, anyway. I 'd opened my heart and God had come pouring in. God with his forgiveness: 308God with his mercy. God with his love. I didn't deserve any of it!

"I believe, Fagan. I do, but I 'm terrible afraid. Y our pa spoke to Miz Elda and he's gone to my folks, too. I f he did this to you, he'll do worse to me."

"God will protect you."

"He dinna protect the mon by the river. He dinna protect you."

Fagan grasped my wrist tightly. "God was there. I won't pretend to understand why things went the way they did, but I know this. Y e've got to tell people the truth."

I gave a faint laugh, jerking my wrist from his grasp.

"The Kai, ye mean? Y e think I should go and tell your pa?"Grimacing in pain, Fagan closed his eye again. "No.

I 'll tell him myself when the time comes to do it."

I felt ashamed. After all his pa had done to him, Fagan wasn't losing courage. "I told Miz Elda," I said, wanting Fagan's approval. "That's one."

I shuddered, thinking of Brogan Kai looking for me. I was bringing grief to my family again, now more than ever. Y et, even now, I yearned to share what I had heard. T elling the old woman the word of the Lord had been easy because she'd been waiting to hear what God had to say. I could tell my 309brother, Iwan, but he'd be quick to take Mama and Papa's side. And if I were to show up now, they wouldn't likely let me open my mouth before Pa'd be using his belt on me and lock me in the woodshed for causing trouble with the Kai.

"Maybe Miz Elda'll tell Gervase Odara."

"Maybe," Fagan said softly.

"I 've been thinking, Fagan. I t would not make people happy if I was to tell them what the mon said."Turning his head slowly, he opened his good eye and looked at me. I felt like Peter denying Jesus.

"I mean, think about it," I said softly. "All our folks believe the sin eater's taken their sins away so they could be clean before God. Y ou think they're going to be happy hearing their loved ones've all gone to the grave with their sins still on 'em? Y e think they're going to want to know their folks are probably burning in hell?

" I thought of Granny. "Who'd want to believe a thing like that?" I hoped the Lord would see all the good in Granny's heart. She'd loved me when I wasn't worth loving and had been kind to the sin eater when no one else cared what happened to him so long as he did his duty. She set out food for him when all the rest gave him only their sins to eat.

310"The mon said God sees the heart," Fagan said, more certain than I . "We gotta trust him, Cadi. We can't be looking back at the dead. We gotta look to the living."

"What if we tell people the truth and they won't listen, Fagan? What then? They ain't listened up to now. The mon was speaking to all of us, but we were the only ones to go down to the river and cross over.""That don't change nothing, Cadi."

"So the same thing could happen to us that happened to that poor mon by the river."

"We can't think about what could happen. We gotta think about what God wants us to do. We're going to face him someday, Cadi. Y ou and me, standing before the Lord Almighty. Y ou want to tell him you knew his Son died for everyone in this valley and ye dinna tell anyone but one old woman?"

I hung my head in shame. I kept thinking about the blows Fagan had taken while I hid in the darkness.

"Jesus knew what it'd cost him, Cadi. And he knows what it's gonna cost you." Fagan took my hand again.

"The fear ain't coming from Jesus, Cadi. I t's coming from my pa.Y ecan't let him hold ye back from doing what ye know we have to do. Y e can not withhold 311the truth. I f ye do, it ain't God ye're serving, it'll be the Kai. And there's no hope for any of us if ye let him lead ye."

My stomach quivered as I thought of my promise to the sin eater. He was the first one I needed to tell. I f notfor him, I 'd never have gone down to the river and heard the word of the Lord at all.

How was he going to feel when I told him everything he'd ever done had been for nothing?

"Please, Cadi." Fagan tried to sit up. Groaning, he lay back and closed his eyes.

I leaned over him. "Y our head aching?" He grimaced at my touch.

"Hasn't stopped."

I eased myself off the bed so as not to shake him and went to fetch a cool damp rag for his forehead.

"Thanks," he said. He felt for my hand. When I slipped mine into his, he squeezed it tight. "We're in this together." He fell asleep again. Still holding his hand, I lay down atop the quilts and watched him until I could no longer keep my eyes open.

I t seemed God was going to have his way with me after all.

The way of Jesus and the cross.312 I went around the house next morning and found the place where the sin eater sat beneath the window. I t was worn smooth, a narrow pathway leading away toward the forest at the base of Dead Man's Mountain.

Iwas following it when Bletsung MacLeod leaned out the window and called to me."Where ye going, Cadi?"

"T o find the sin eater."

"Why don't ye wait a day or two. He'll come down. Y e can sit on my stool and talk to him through the window."

I shook my head, knowing if I waited a day or two, I 'd lose my courage. "I have to go now, ma'am."

"Well, then, let me give ye something to take to him."

She disappeared inside the cabin, and I retraced my steps to the barren spot below her window, waiting there until she reappeared above me. Leaning out, she held a basket down to me. In it were raisin scones and a jar of honey. She dropped an empty gourd with a long string and cork in it. "Keep to the path, Cadi, and ye'll find a 313spring a mile up the mountain. Y ou'll be thirstybythen."

I t was a hard climb up Dead Man's Mountain with the temptation of Bletsung Macleod's scones and honey.

The path wound its way upward between towering trees, sugar maples, yellow birch, and red spruce. I found the spring and knelt down cupping my hands and raising the water to my lips. Birdsong was all aroundand me, andfeeling safe, I rested there awhile, listeningto the water trickling from the rocks. A yellow tanager fluttered to the ground not far away, pecking at the ground beforeflitting swiftly to the trees. Filling the gourd, I looped it over my shoulder, lifted the basket, and walked around the spring until I found the path again.

The day grew warm, the air heavy with moisture. The path went through a forest of waist-high ferns growing beneath a canopy of spruce and fir. I could hear the soft rush of water and came to a misting falls. Panting, I stood near the spray that hit the rocks, thankful after the heat for the refreshing shower. A rainbow arched in the stream of sunlight. There was a small pool at the base of the falls, and I wondered if the sin eater bathed here.

Picking my way carefully across the314stream, I kept to the path winding ever upward until the rich smell of earth gave way to the smell of hot, sun-drenched stone. Pausing, I looked across the stretch of granite. My legs were tired from the long climb. Had I come so far just to lose my way? Sipping water from the gourd, I sat a few minutes beneath the shade of a pine that grew from cracks in the rock plateau. Then I walked across the layered stones, like giant steps, to a sparser forest beyond.

Walking between an outcropping of granite, I entered a thick forest of birches. The white trunks were stark against the green foliage, some of it already turning brilliant yellow and orange in the cooling air of the heights. There, on the other side, I found the home of the sin eater, a cave in the mountainside.

"Hello!" I called, my heart drumming. No one answered. I came a few steps closer, seeing a circle of stones where a fire had burned. An iron spit had been dismantled and left leaning against the cave entrance.

Pausing, I waited, then called out again, louder this time.

"Hello!"Still no answer.

Curious, I approached cautiously. "Sill Eater?" I called softly. Gathering my 315courage, I peered inside. "Sir, I 've come to tell ye what the mon by the river said."

As my eyes adjusted to the dimness, I saw a pile of furs near the back wall of the cave. Other than a rough- hewn open cabinet in which were several small cooking pots, two clean glass jars like the one I carried in my basket, and some chipped crockery, the poor man had no furnishings. A lantern hung from a root that had grown through a crack in the granite. A thin stream of sunlight pierced the darkness from above.

Entering, I looked up and saw the cave was large enough for a man to stand straight. One area of the cave's wall that ended in a crevice, which I reckon opened to the outside, was blackened by years of smoke.

At least it was dry and cool after the heat of the late- summer day and would likely be warm enough during the cold winter months Y et I felt sad thinking of the man living in this dark place for so many years.I put the basket with the scones and honey on the pallet of furs and went back outside.

Had I come all this way for nothing?

"Sin Eater! Where are you?" Wind rustled e birch leaves. Was he close by, hiding and watching? "I 've come to keep my promise!"

316I walked along the face of the mountainside, wondering what to do. Should I wait until he returned?

And when would that be? What if night fell and he still didn't come? What if he did and was angry that I 'd entered his home? A hundred dire possibilities raised their heads.

The wall fell away and the world stretched out before me, row after row of deep green and blue-purple mountains troughed by puffs of white mist. An eagle cried above me, riding the wind currents. Awestruck, I turned, gazing all around me at the majesty of it all. I had never imagined the worldbeing so vast, so beautiful. I kept climbing, eager now to stand at the top and see all around. The sin eater and my promise were forgotten in my quest for the heights. I t was steeper now. I had just paused to sit and rest when Iheard the crack of rock against rock. Rising, I walked along a ledge.

And it was then I saw him and remembered why I 'd come.

Hunkered down before a long, narrow shelf of stone, the sin eater stacked stones, encasing the man of God, who was now tucked into a crevice at the top of the mountain The dead man lay upon a bed of pine beneath the shelf, hands folded upon his chest, his eyes held closed by white pebbles 317Hunkering down, hand to mouth, I watched.

The sin eater placed the stones with great care, shifting and moving them until they fit together tightly, sealing the man of God into the mountain. When he was finished, he stood for a long moment, head bowed in respect.Then he climbed the short distance to the top. He stood with his arms raised to the sky as though wanting to grasp hold of something. Sinking to his knees, he bent over, holding his head - and I could hear his broken sobs.

Climbing down from the rocky heights, I returned to the cave of the sin eater, sitting outside and waiting forhim to return. Despairing, I wondered what more grief I would bring the poor man when he knew the truth. An hour passed and then another. When the sun began the arctoward the west and he still had not returned, I knew I had to start back down or I would not be off the mountain before dusk fell.

"Didn't ye find him?" Bletsung Macleod asked when I entered her cabin, tired and dusty.

I sank wearily onto the chair, putting the empty gourd on the table. "Did ye know he lives in a cave?"

318a frown flickered across her face, and she shook her head. "No, I didn't."

"He hasn't got much."

"Y e went inside?" Fagan said, pushing himself up so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Just for a minute. I called out, but he dinna answer." I told them about the sin eater entombing the man of God.

"He said he'd see to the mon," Bletsung Macleod said, "but I dinna think he'd carry him clear to the top ofthe mountain."

"Seems a fitting place," Fagan said solemnly.

She smiled sadly and sat on the stool by the window, gazing out at the mountain. "Poor Sim." A tear slipped down her cheek. "He had such hope . . ."

"Sim?" I said, approaching her. When she said nothing, I touched her arm lightly.

She turned her head and looked at me, distracted.

"Did ye say Sim?" At the look on her face, I knew she had spoken his name unwittingly. "His name is -"

She stopped my words with her fingertips and shook her head. "Y e must not speakitaloud. I wasna thinking, child."

"Hello!" a man called from outside, startling both of us. Bletsung grasped my wrist, 319yanking me quickly away from the window.

Releasing me, she gestured for me to move back to the far side of the cabin. Fagan's face was ashen gray, for he knew that voice very well. I t was his father."Bletsung! Helllooo!"

She went to the door. "Get down behind the bed,"

she hissed. "I 'm leaving the door open or he'll know something's amiss." She went out onto the porch and called out, "Well, if it isn't Brogan Kai come again, hat in hand. And after all these years."

Fagan shut his eyes. I could see the pulse pounding in his neck.

"I 'm looking for my son, Bletsung."

"Why would ye come to me?"

"Fagan was last seen with the Forbes girl." His voice was closer. I moved restlessly, wanting to dive beneath the bed, but Fagan caught my wrist, putting a finger to his lips as his father spoke to Bletsung from just below the steps. "The Humes boy said he'd heard she'd been up this way a time or two."

"That so? Well, ye've made a long walk for nothing.

What happened to make them both run off?" My heart pounded at her question, for I was afraid it might rouse his suspicions."Y e seen the girl or not?"

320"Ain't gonna answer, are ye?"

"I t don't concern ye, Bletsung."

"Not much does, it seems. I 've lived alone, Brogan.

More than twenty years now. I don't know what goes on among the rest of you. Nobody comes to call unless they need the sin eater."

Neither said anything for a long moment. We didn't dare move, for Bletsung hadn't taken a step toward the door. We knew Fagan's father was still there, though not what he was doing or what he might be thinking.

"I t dinna have to be this way, Bletsung." His tone was strangely tender and filled with regret.

Fagan tipped his head, frowning.

"Oh yes it did." Bletsung's voice was firm. "I would've had it otherwise." The Kai's tone took on a hard edge.

"And well ye know it."

"Aye, I know how ye wanted it. Y e just dinna understand it could never be any way but this.""Things would've been better for ye if ye hadna been so stubborn!"

"I t wasn't stubbornness that kept me here, Brogan Kai. I t was love." Her footsteps moved away from the edge of the porch, coming back toward the open doorway. She 321stopped when he shouted at her.

"The lot fell to him! He's been the sin eater for twenty- two years. When will ye give him up for lost?"

"Never!" she said defiantly. "Never," she said again, her voice breaking as she turned away. She came back inside. "Never, never, never . . ." Closing the door firmly, she dropped the bar into place. Closing her eyes, she stood for a moment, her forehead pressed against the door. When she opened her eyes again, I saw a hint of fear in the blue depths before she turned away and walked to the front window. She lifted the curtain aside just enough to look out. She held her breath and then let it out softly in relief. "He's going away." She moved away from the window.

Needing to see for myself, I hurried to take her place, peeping out cautiously. The Kai walked slowly acrossher small meadow, his shoulders stooped, a gun tucked firmly beneath his arm, barrel down.

I jumped slightly when Bletsung put her hand on my shoulder. "Best stay away from the windows, Cadi."

I felt lighthearted at the reprieve. "He's gone, Fagan.