"Who's to know excepting maybe the sin eater himself?"

"Are you telling us to go looking for him?" Fagan challenged.

"I ain't tellin' ye to do nothing that ye haven't set your mind to already."

"He's been telling me not to look for him," I told her.

"Because he's figuring on finding him hisself, ain't ye, Fagan Kai?"

"I never said so."

"Dinna have to. I t's in yer nature. Anyone88tells ye not to do summat, ye're bound and determined to do it. Ain't that right? Especially when ye've taken blows over it."

Fagan's mouth tightened.

Miz Elda leaned back and closed her eyes. "Dinna yer pa tell ye to stay away from me, boy?"

He turned his head away, but I 'd seen the look in his eye that confirmed everything the old woman said.

"Y er pa still holds a grudge again' me for summat done years ago. He's got the longest, meanest memory of anyone in the cove. Ever tell ye why he dunna want ye or any of yer kin to have nothing to do with Elda Kendric, hmmm?"

"No, ma'am."

"No? Well, then I ain't goin' to tell ye neither. Maybe someday it'll all come out by itself. Likely kill him if it does. Or someone else if'n he has anything to say about it."

Fagan glared at her. "Don't talk about my pa that way.""I can talk about Brogan Kai any way I want, boy.

Y ou're on my porch. Y e dunna like the track of my conversing, ye con leave."

He looked hurt and undecided. Loyalty won out. With a troubled frown, he went down the steps and headed for the woods.

89"Thank ye for the squirrels, Fagan," Miz Elda called. "Y e've yer mother's good heart and yer father's aim."

Watching him stride away, I felt sorry for him.

Glancing up at Miz Elda, I saw tears in her eyes. "Y e like him, don't ye, Miz Elda?"

"Aye, I like him more than all the rest. Problem is he don't know who he is yet."

"Who is he?" I said, having no ken to her meaning.

"Time'll tell, dearie." She stood, leaning on her cane and watching Fagan disappear into the woods. "Time'll tell." She turned to me. "Y e've got hours of daylight yet,"

she said in an odd tone. "And thar's a heap of climbing to reach the top of Dead Man's Mountain. I f ye're of a mind to go, ye'd better start now."I got up quickly, feeling free and eager to be on my way. "Y es, ma'am." I was off her porch and down those steps faster than a cat chased by a pack of dogs.

"Cadi Forbes," she said firmly, halting me in my tracks. "I t's the only reason ye came, ain't it?" She stood there staring down at me, old and proud, her chin slightly tipped, her mouth disdainful, her hand white knuckled on her cane. "Y e come here just to find out about the sin eater. That was it, weren't it? No other reason than that."

90I thought of lying and knew it was no use. She would know just like Granny always knew things about people. And of a sudden, I found myself wishing Miz Elda was blood kin and closer bound. I 'd done a terrible cruel thing coming to her for my own uses and not thinking of her needs. She had been my granny's dearest friend in the world, and I had had no thought to her grief. Now, looking up at her, she reminded me of Granny. She was getting so crippled up that she wouldn't be able to do much of anything soon. Except die. My heart clenched tight at the thought.

Company. That's all she craved. Someone who cared about her feelings. A friend who came to see herfor her sake and notto dispense cures for a fee or find out about the sin eater. For all her pride and prickliness, she was lonely, though I was fair sure she'd rather die than say so.

Well, I knew all about loneliness and being separated from those ye love. Meeting Miz Elda's eyes, I saw myself and was ashamed - ashamed into my very soul.

"Y es, ma'am," I said truthfully, tears burning. "That were my reason."

"Go on then," she said with a jerk of her chin. "Go on about yer business."

"Go on now," Lilybet said softly from the 91base of the steps. "Go on and do what's in your heart to do, Katrina Anice. And do it quickly, for it needs doing."

I raced back up the steps before I lost my nerve and slipped my arms around Miz Elda's waist. "I t won't be my reason next time."

She gave a soft gasp of surprise, and then I felt her hand brush my hair lightly.That slight touch made something open inside me, something that hadn't opened in a long, long time. She was all angles and soft flesh and she smelled not unpleasantly of rabbit tobacco and whiskey.

Remembering her aching bones, I eased my tight hug and backed off a little.

She tipped my chin. "T ell me what ye find," she said and then set me back from her. "Go on with ye, chile."

Her words were filled with tenderness this time, and her faded blue eyes were filled with moisture.

I hadn't gone more than a hundred feet into the woods when Fagan Kai caught hold of my arm and swung me around. "Hold on thar!" he said when I came at him tooth and nail. "Hold on!"

He grunted in pain when I kicked him in the shin.

Letting go of me, he hopped onewaywhile I collapsed on the ground with a yelp, holding my smarting toes tightly between 92two hands. "See what ye done!" I railed at him.

"Y ou kicked me. Don't blame me if ye broke your foot.""Sure, I kicked ye! What'd ye expect grabbing me like that, scaring me to death?"

"I had to run after ye once before. Remember? I didn't like the prospect of doing it again!" Hunkering down, he watched me massage my toes. "Y e break any?" He was smiling, taunting.

I flexed them cautiously. Wincing, I glared at him.

"No." The stinging pain was easing off and I stood up. I walked around and around until my foot stopped paining and I knew nothing was seriously wrong.

"Good as new," he said, grinning now. "Y ep." Turning sharply, I punched him as hard as I could in the stomach. He let out a great oooff and doubled over.

Grabbing his hair with both hands, I pulled with all my might. How the mighty fall! Triumphant, I leaped over him and ran for my life, screaming back at him, "Don't ever do that again!"

I was ever doing things I later regretted, relishing the moment without thinking of the outcome. And I regretted that, for I didn't figure on him following me so fast.Seeing as he was Brogan Kai's son, I 93guessed my life was over. I was a rabbit, and a wolf with bared fangs was chasing me. I looked for a hole to hide in, but Fagan was coming too quick for me to see much of anything but a blur of green slapping my face when a branch caught me hard above my right eye. Fagan ducked. I felt him getting a hold on the back of my dress. The seam tore in my struggling, and I managed another blow or two before he let me loose.

Trying to beat him across the meadow was a mistake. He took me down less than halfway across and knocked the wind clean out of me. I lay on my back like a banked fish, gasping for air, while he, on hands and knees beside me, did the same.

"Y ou crazy or what?" He was red-faced, though whether from temper or running I weren't sure. As soon as I got my breath back, I figured on tearing out of there before I found out.

I dragged in badly needed air andletout a sob, scrambling back from him.All the heat went out of his eyes. "I didn't mean to scare ye, Cadi. Cross my heart and hopeto die." He made the sign of the cross over his chest and held his hand up in a solemn oath. "I just wanted to talk to you is all.

I figured he was telling the truth, for his 94wind was back and he wasn't strangling me or pounding me into the ground.

Sitting back, he plucked a blade of grass and chewed on it. "Y e ought not to run like that. Y e could step on a copperhead and be bit without even knowing it. I t's a slow, mean way to go."

His uncle had died of snakebite before I was born.

Granny had told me the story. The uncle, Brogan's brother, had been-bit while hunting. He'd cut and bled himself right after it happened and made it back to the house. Gervase Odara applied plasters, but it hadn't done any good - the poison had gone into his blood.

Once that happened, there weren't nothing to do but wait for the end.

I sat up slowly, keeping my feet under me so I couldrun if I had to. I didn't say anything but kept my eyes fixed upon him to judge his mood. I figured Fagan would say what he wanted as soon as he was ready.

But it better be quick or I 'd lose my nerve and run for it.

He tossed the blade of grass away and looked at me with his solemn blue eyes. "Y e hadn't oughta go looking for the sin eater, Cadi. I ain't never seen my father afraid of nothing. But he's afraid of him:"

I stared at Fagan, surprised. Everyone in 95the valley knew that Brogan Kai was afraid of nothing. Why would he fear the sin eater? "Maybe your father was just angry at ye for speaking of the mon."

"Sure enow, he was mad, but he was scared, too. I 'm telling ye, I saw it in his eyes. For just a second, he went so white I could feel my hair stand up. The sin eater must be the devil himself, Cadi."

"He wudna hurt me."

"Maybe he's hurt you already and you dunna know it."

"How so?"

He frowned, scratching his head in frustration. "Well,He frowned, scratching his head in frustration. "Well, your mind is fixed on him, ain't it? Y e looked at him once, and ye ain't been able to get him out of your head since. That ought to tell you summat. He's laid a curse on ye just like ye were told he'd do if ye looked."

His words seemed sound and troubled me greatly., but they didn't break my resolve. I f anything they made it all the more important to find the man. I f Fagan was right, then what else could I do but find the sin eater and try to undo what had already been one? I f the sin eater had cursed me, who else but the sin eater could undo it? I did not try to explain this to Fagan, thinking he'd see it for himself once he thought it over. Besides, 96it didn't matter. I was cursed already, my sins heavy upon me.

I didn't say that to Fagan, either. He would want to know the full reasons behind my thinking, and what I had done was too shameful a thing to talk about. The people only knew the half of it - what had happened, not what had brought it on. Even Mama and Papa and Iwan didn't know. But God did. God knew. I didn't want Fagan Kai to think the worst of me. Better he come tohis own conclusions. Wrong as they might be, they would be a whole sight better than the whole truth.

Besides, Fagan was adding to my burdens in other ways. His father had knocked him off his porch on my account, and that smote my conscience something fierce. I wondered what trouble I had brought on Glynnis and Cullen.

Then I decided it didn't do any good wondering and worrying. I f I was going to change anything, I had to climb Dead Man's Mountain and find the sin eater. I didn't have time to sit around thinking on it. Sitting and thinking too long might eat away my nerve. I had to do it while my courage was still with me. I stood up and brushed myself off. "I 'm sorry your pa hit ye on my account."

98"Y ou're still goin', ain't ye? Y e won't listen to reason."

Ignoring him, I kept walking. Jumping up, he caught up. "I 'm going with ye."

"I dinna ask ye to."

"Where'd Miz Elda say he was?""Dead Man's Mountain," I said. He turned pale but kept on. Grabbing his shirtsleeve, I pulled him to a stop. "Y our pa knocked ye off the porch just for asking about the sin eater. What do ye think he'll do if he finds out you're helping me look for him?"

"He won't find out."

"Y our pa knows everything that goes on, Fagan."

He knew that was true enough and thought heavy on it as we walked together. "He wouldn't do nothing to you, Cadi. I 'd make sure of that."

What could he, a boy of fourteen do? But that wasn't the worst of it. "He'd do summat to you."

Fagan stopped and looked at me. "I 've got my own reasons for wanting to find the sin eater, Cadi. I t's got nothing to do with you anymore."

He set off again in the direction of Dead Man's Mountain.97

Five.

For the next week, Fagan and I spent our afternoons on Dead Man's Mountain. We found no signs of the sin eater. Worse than that, we had barely covered any territory by the time the sun was sinking toward the ridge of the western mountains and we had to come back down again. I t would take a lifetime to explore the meadows, forest, thickets, and rocky crags, and we still might never find him.

"We won't give up," Fagan said at my despairing countenance. "We'll keep on." "What good's it gonna do? He doesna want to be found." I sat down and fought back the tears as I stared up at the great mist- shrouded peak. "There must be a thousand places for him to hide up there."

"I guess we'll have to figure out a way to flush him out."

"Using your old hound?" I looked doubtfully at the rangy beast with his muzzle fur gone white. He flopped down, lay back, and went to sleep in the grass."No," Fagan said flatly. "He's too old." He sat down and rested his forearms on his 99raised knees. His face was set in concentration.

"A snare, maybe."

"The sin eater ain't as dumb as a rabbit." "Do tell,"

he said, in no better humor than I after all our hunting and nothing to show for it. "He's probably watching us from somewhere up there and keeping a distance between us. Only time he comes down off his mountain is to eat sin."

"What about the vittles in the graveyard?" Lilybet said from where she sat in the midst of some ferns a few feet away.

My head came up. What'd ye say about vittles?"

Fagan glanced at me. I dinna say nothing."

"Not you."

Lilybet got up and walked over to me. "The sin eater came down off his mountain for the food Granny left for him.""He did, didn't he?"

Face pale, Fagan was looking at me funny. Jumping up, I laughed. "Remember what Miz Elda said about Granny leaving gifts for the sin eater? We can do that.

We can put gifts on Granny's grave, and he'll come."

Looking around, Fagan gave me a curious stare.

"Put out bait, you mean."

"Like the rabbit you trapped for Miz Elda."

100His eyesflickeredas he grasped the thought and made it his own. "He con trap rabbits for himself. And he can find his own garden sass. I t has to be summat that'll tempt him down off his mountain. Can ye steal some preserves?"

"No. Mama keeps count of the jars she puts up. I 'd be found out."

"Molasses, then, or cornmeal. They won't miss a cup or two."