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Making me feel like I wanna say it Please The things you think you know, Todd, the Mayor says, his voice still twining around inside my own head. Those things arent true. And then I remember I remember Ben I remember Ben saying the same thing to me Ben who I lost And my Noise hardens, right there. Cutting him off. The Mayors face loses the look of pleading. All right, he says, frowning a little. But remember that it is your choice. He stands up straight. What is her name You know her name. Mr Collins strikes me across the head, careening me sideways. What is her name You already know it Boom, another blow, this time the other way. What is her name No. Boom. Tell me her name. No BOOM What is her name, Todd EFF YOU I raise my head. The movement opens the bandages some and I squint up into the light, up towards the Mayors face. Its blank as ever. Its the empty, lifeless wall. I might as well be talking into a bottomless pit. I might as well be the bottomless pit. I look away. I look down. Viola, I say into the carpet. Her names Viola. The Mayor lets out a long, pleasedsounding breath. Good, Todd, he says. I thank you. He turns to Mr Collins. Lock him up. The Old Mayor Mr Collins pushes me up a narrow, windowless staircase, up and up and up, turning on sharp landings but always straight up. Just when I think my legs cant take no more, we reach a door. He opens it and shoves me hard and I go tumbling into the room and down onto a wooden floor, my arms so stiff I cant even catch myself and I groan and roll to one side. And look down over a thirtymetre drop. Mr Collins laughs as I scrabble back away from it. Im on a ledge not more than five boards wide that runs round the walls of a square room. In the middle is just an enormous hole with some ropes dangling down thru the centre. I follow em up thru a tall shaft to the biggest set of bells I ever saw, two of em hanging from a single wooden beam, huge things, big as a room you could live in, archways cut into the sides of the tower so the bellringing can be heard. I jump when Mr Collins slams the door, locking it with a kerthunk sound that dont brook no thoughts of escape. I get myself up and lean against the wall till I can breathe again. I close my eyes. I am Todd Hewitt, I think. I am the son of Cillian Boyd and Ben Moore. My birthday is in fourteen days but I am a man. I am Todd Hewitt and I am a man. (a man who told the Mayor her name) Im sorry, I whisper. Im so sorry. After a while, I open my eyes and look up and around. There are small rectangular openings at eye level all around this floor of the tower, three on each wall, fading light shining in thru the dust. I go to the nearest opening. Im in the bell tower of the cathedral, obviously, way up high, looking out the front, down onto the square where I first entered the town, only this morning but it already feels like a lifetime ago. Dusk is falling, so I musta been out cold for a bit before the Mayor woke me, time where he coulda done anything to her, time where he coulda (shut up, just shut up) I look out over the square. Its still empty, still the quiet of a silent town, a town with no Noise, a town waiting for an army to come and conquer it. A town that didnt even try to fight. The Mayor just turned up and they handed it right over to him. Sometimes the rumour of an army is just as effective as the army itself, he told me and wasnt he right All that time, running here as fast as we could, not thinking bout what Havend be like once we got here, not saying it out loud but hoping itd be safe, hoping itd be paradise. Im telling you theres hope, Ben said. But he was wrong. It wasnt Haven at all. It was New Prentisstown. I frown, feeling my chest tighten and I look out west across the square, across the treetops that spread out into the farther silent houses and streets and on up to the waterfall, smashing down from the rim of the valley in the near distance, the zigzag road zipping up the hill beside it, the road where I fought Davy Prentiss Jr, the road where Viola I turn back into the room. My eyes are adjusting to the fading light but there dont seem to be nothing here anyway but boards and a faint stink. The bell ropes dangle about two metres from any side. I look up to see where theyre tied fast to the bells to make em chime. I squint down into the hole but its too dark to see clearly what might be at the bottom. Probably just hard brick. Two metres aint that much at all, tho. You could jump it easy and grab onto a rope to climb yer way down. But then Its quite ingenious, really, says a voice from the far corner. I jerk back, fists up, my Noise spiking. A man is standing up from where he was sitting, another Noiseless man. Except If you try to escape by climbing down the ropes left so temptingly available, he continues, every person in town is going to know about it. Who are you I say, my stomach high and light but my fists clenching. Yes, he says. I could tell you werent from Haven. He steps away from the corner, letting light catch his face. I see a blackened eye and a cut lip that looks like its only just scabbed over. No bandages spared for him, obviously. Funny how quickly one forgets the loudness of it, he says, almost to himself. Hes a small man, shorter than me, wider, too, older than Ben tho not by much, but I can also see hes soft all over, soft even in his face. A softness I could beat if I had to. Yes, he says, I imagine you could. Who are you I say again. Who am I repeats the man softly, then raises his voice like hes playing at something. I am Con Ledger, my boy. Mayor of Haven. He smiles in a dazed way. But not Mayor of New Prentisstown. He shakes his head a little as he looks at me. We even gave the refugees the cure when they started pouring in. And then I see that his smile aint a smile, its a wince. Good God, boy, he says. How Noisy you are. I aint a boy, I say, my fists still up. I completely fail to see how thats any sort of point. I got ten million things I wanna say but my curiosity wins out first. So there is a cure then For the Noise Oh, yes, he says, his face twitching a bit at me, like hes tasting something bad. Native plant with a natural neurochemical mixed with a few things we could synthesize and there you go. Quiet falls at last on New World. Not all of New World. No, well, he says, turning to look out the rectangle with his hands clasped behind his back. Its very hard to make, isnt it A long and slow process. We only got it right late last year and that was after twenty years of trying. We made enough for ourselves and were just on the point of starting to export it when… He trails off, looking firmly out onto the town below. When you surrendered, I say, my Noise rumbling, low and red. Like cowards. He turns back to me, the wincing smile gone, way gone. And why should the opinion of a boy matter to me I aint a boy, I say again and are my fists still clenched Yes, they are. Clearly you are, he says, for a man would know the necessary choices that have to be made when one is facing ones oblivion. I narrow my eyes. You aint got nothing you can teach me bout oblivion. He blinks a little, seeing the truth of it in my Noise as if it were bright flashes trying to blind him, and then his stance slumps. Forgive me, he says. This isnt me. He puts a hand up to his face and rubs it, smarting at the bruise around his eye. Yesterday, I was the benevolent Mayor of a beautiful town. He seems to laugh at some private joke. But that was yesterday. How many people in Haven I say, not quite ready to let it go. He looks over at me. Boy My name is Todd Hewitt, I say. You can call me Mr Hewitt. He promised us a new beginning Even I know hes a liar. How many people He sighs. Including refugees, three thousand, three hundred. The army aint a third that size, I say. You coulda fought. Women and children, he says. Farmers. Women and children fought in other towns. Women and children died. He steps forward, his face getting stormy. Yes, and now the women and children of this city will not die Because I reached a peace A peace that blacked yer eye, I say. A peace that split yer lip. He looks at me for another second and then gives a sad snort. The words of a sage, he says, in the voice of a hick. And he turns back to look out the opening. Which is when I notice the low buzz. Asking marks fill my Noise but before I can open my mouth, the Mayor, the old Mayor, says, Yes, thats me you hear. You I say. What about the cure Would you give your conquered enemy his favourite medicine I lick my upper lip. It comes back The Noise Oh, yes. He turns to me again. If you dont take your daily dose, it most definitely comes back. He returns to his corner and slowly sits himself down. Youll notice there are no toilets, he says. I apologize in advance for the unpleasantness. I watch him sit, my Noise still rattling red and sore and full of askings. It was you, if Im not mistaken he says. This morning The one who the town was cleared for, the one the new President greeted himself on horseback I dont answer him. But my Noise does. So, who are you then, Todd Hewitt he says. What makes you so special Now that, I think, is a very good asking. Night falls quick and full, Mayor Ledger saying less and less and fidgeting more and more till he finally cant stand it and starts to pace. All the while, his buzz gets louder till even if we wanted to talk, wed have to shout to do it. I stand at the front of the tower and watch the stars come out, night covering the valley below. And Im thinking and Im trying not to think cuz when I do, my stomach turns and I feel sick, or my throat clenches and I feel sick, or my eyes wet and I feel sick. Cuz shes out there somewhere. (please be out there somewhere) (please be okay) (please) Do you always have to be so bloody loud Mayor Ledger snaps. I turn to him, ready to snap back, and he holds up his hands in apology. Im sorry. Im not like this. He starts fidgeting his fingers again. Its difficult having ones cure taken away so abruptly. I look back out over New Prentisstown as lights start coming on in peoples houses. I aint hardly seen no one out there the whole day, everyone staying indoors, probably under the Mayors orders. They all going thru this out there, then I say. Oh, everyone will have their little stockpile at home, Mayor Ledger says. Theyll have to have it pried out of their hands, I imagine. I dont reckon thatll be a problem when the army gets here, I say. The moons rise, crawling up the sky as if there was nothing to hurry about. They shine bright enough to light up New Prentisstown and I see how the river cuts thru town but that there aint nothing much north of it except fields, empty in the moonlight, then a sharp rise of rocky cliffs that make up the north wall of the valley. To the north, you can also see a thin road coming outta the hills before cutting its way back into town, the other road that Viola and I didnt take after Farbranch, the other road the Mayor did take and got here first. To the east, the river and the main road just carry on, going god knows where, round corners and farther hills, the town petering out as it goes. Theres another road, not much paved, that heads south from the square and past more buildings and houses and into a wood and up a hill with a notch on the top. And thats all there is of New Prentisstown. Home to three thousand, three hundred people, all hiding in their houses, so quiet they might be dead. Not one of them lifting a hand to save theirselves from whats coming, hoping if theyre meek enough, if theyre weak enough, then the monster wont eat em. This is where we spent all our time running to. I see movement down on the square, a shadow flitting, but its only a dog. Home, home, home, I can just about hear him think. Home, home, home. Dogs dont got the problems of people. Dogs can be happy any old time. I take a minute to breathe away the tightness that comes over my chest, the water in my eyes. Take a minute to stop thinking bout my own dog. When I can look out again, I see someone not a dog at all. Hes got his head slumped forward and hes walking his horse slow across the town square, the hoofs clopping against the brick and, as he approaches, even tho Mayor Ledgers buzz has started to become such a nuisance I dont know how Im ever gonna sleep, I can still hear it out there. Noise. Across the quiet of a waiting city, I can hear the mans Noise. And he can hear mine. Todd Hewitt he thinks. And I can hear the smile growing on his face, too. Found something, Todd, he says, across the square, up the tower, seeking me out in the moonlight. Found something of yers. I dont say nothing. I dont think nothing. I just watch as he reaches behind him and holds something up towards me. Even this far away, even by the light of the moons, I know what it is. My mas book. Davy Prentiss has my mas book. The Foot Upon the Neck Early next morning, a platform with a microphone on it gets built noisily and quickly near the base of the bell tower and, as the morning turns to afternoon, the men of New Prentisstown gather in front of it. Why I say, looking out over em. Why do you think Mayor Ledger says, sitting in a darkened corner, rubbing his temples, his Noise buzz sawing away, hot and metallic. To meet the new man in charge. The men dont say much, their faces pale and grim, tho who can know what theyre thinking when you cant hear their Noise But they look cleaner than the men in my town used to, shorter hair, shaved faces, better clothes. A good number of em are rounded and soft like Mayor Ledger. Haven musta been a comfortable place, a place where men werent fighting every day just to survive. Maybe too much comfort was the problem. Mayor Ledger snorts to himself but dont say nothing. Mayor Prentisss men are on horseback at strategic spots across the square, ten or twelve of em, rifles ready, to make sure everyone behaves tho the threat of an army coming seems to have done most of the work. I see Mr Tate and Mr Morgan and Mr OHare, men I grew up with, men I used to see every day being farmers, men who were just men till suddenly they became something else. I dont see Davy Prentiss nowhere and my Noise starts rumbling again at the thought of him. He musta come back down the hillside from wherever his horse dragged him and found the rucksack. All it had in it any more was a bunch of ruined clothes and the book. My mas book.
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