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"Oh that's grand!" the tiny elf shouted. "All you have to do is reach in and close your hand and you will, most likely, grab onto something that will help you in your mission. And over the days that come if you keep the object in your hand or pocket it will speak through the light I gave you, and you will come to know how to use it."

We talked through the night. Me sitting on that high branch and John standing on air thousands of years before and a universe away.

Toward dawn I asked, "You know, John, sometimes all you have to do is walk from the house out to the fields and you find people who speak the same tongue as you but they talk so different that you can't hardly understand a word they say."

"Yes," he said.

"So how do I know what you're saying when you're so far away an' you haven't even heard about me yet?"

"Queziastril," John said simply, and I understood everything.

The crystal translated our thoughts and so we understood each other.

When the sun peaked over the mountains John began to fade.

"Don't go!" I cried.

"Queziastril is turning to some other concern, my friend, Forty-seven. But don't fear, I'll come back and look for you again."

With those words my little friend faded into the air. And even though I was sad at his death I knew that we would be comrades for many years to come.

Something I have learned over the years since those times is that nothing is ever truly gone from the world. No atom or electron ceases to exist, they only change from one thing into another. And no life ever ends but itself transmutes into other forms and places.

John was alive in my heart and so I was able to glean a lesson that he meant to teach me.

And what I needed to do was to consider his words and make sure that I and my friends could survive long enough to do battle with Wall and his ghoul, Mr. Stewart.

Every day we saw white men in the distance searching with hounds and muskets.

One evening Champ came running into our cave, dragging Bitter Lee, slave Number Seventeen from the Corinthian Plantation. Lee had been shot in the back but still he managed to throw off the hounds and escape. Champ had found him near the stream, barely conscious and burning with fever.

"Why'd they shoot you, Bitter Lee?" Mama Flore asked him.

"They blames the slaves fo' burnin' down Corinthian," he said. "They say it was niggers killed all them white men and women."

"But didn't nobody tell'em 'bout Mr. Stewart and his band'a thieves?" Champ asked.

"None'a the white peoples from Corinthian lived," Bitter Lee said. "They's all dead 'cept for Miss Eloise, who showed up outta nowhere. She said that you niggers gone west but she didn't remember the fire or the attack."

Somehow I knew that Tall John had helped Eloise to forget the events of that terrible night. Maybe if he knew that the slaves would have been blamed for the murders he would have done differently.

"How you know all this?" Nola asked, "if you been runnin'?"

"They caught me," Number Seventeen said. "Caught me and told me that they was gonna hang me for all them murders. They th'owed me in chains but in the night Miss Eloise come to me an' unlocked my chains. She said that she had a dream that Forty-seven here had saved her, and in the dream he told her that there was no nigger or master and she thought that that meant she should let me free."

We all looked at each other, wondering what spell John had put on Eloise to make her act like that. And while we were looking at each other Bitter Lee began coughing. It was a deep, wet, rolling cough that went on for well over a minute. And when he stopped coughing he was dead.

We buried Bitter Lee at midnight. When Mama Flore was saying a few holy words over his shallow grave we heard dogs braying and even saw lantern light not twenty-five feet from where we were praying.

Later on I picked up the little disk that we used to hide us from the search parties. Physical contact with the device gave me information about its use. Somehow, the light that John gave me allowed me to understand his technology in this way. I saw that the machine's power was running low,

and soon the white men would find us. So I reached into John's yellow sack and came out with a small glass plate that had blue and red threads running through it.

I studied that plate for three days without eating or sleeping.

Mama Flore and Champ and Nola and even sad Tweenie tried to get me to rest and sup but I told them that this was the only way for me to save their lives. I told them that but for all my fasting and staring in three days I hadn't learned a thing about the little glass dish.

But then, at the end of the third day, when I was feeling dizzy and weak, something strange happened.