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Davys smile drops. Think yer special, do you he spits. Think Pas got a treat for you I clench my fists, unclench them. But I keep my place. Pa knows you, Davy says. Pas read you. He dont know, I say. You dont neither. Davy sneers again. That so His hand reaches for the cast iron handle of the door. Come and meet yer new flock then, Todd Hewitt. His weight opens the door behind him and he steps into the paddock and outta the way, giving me a clear view. Of a hundred or more Spackle staring right back at me. The Making of a New World My first thought is to turn and run. Run and run and run and never stop. Id like to see that, Davy says, standing inside the gate, smiling like he just won a prize. Theres so many of em, so many long white faces looking back at me, their eyes too big, their mouths too small and toothy and high on their faces, their ears looking nothing like a mans. But you can still see a mans face in there, cant you Still see a face that feels and fears And suffers. Its hard to tell which are male and which are female cuz they all got the same lichen and moss growing right on their skins for clothing but there seem to be whole Spackle families in there, larger spacks protecting their spack children and what must be spack husbands protecting spack wives, arms wrapped round each other, heads pressed close together. All of them silently Silently. I know Davy says. Can you believe they gave the cure to these animals They look at Davy now and a weird clicking starts passing twixt em all with glances and nods moving along the crowd. Davy raises his pistol and steps further into the monastery grounds. Thinking of trying something he spits. Give me a reason Go on GIVE ME A REASON The Spackle huddle closer together in their little groups, backing away from him where they can. Get in here, Todd, Davy says. We got work to do. I dont move. I said, get in here Theyre animals. They aint gonna do nothing. I still dont move. He murdered one of yall, Davy says to the Spackle. Davy I shout. Cut its head right off with a knife. Sawed and sawed Stop it I run at him to get him to shut his effing mouth. I dont know how he knows but he knows and hes gotta shut up right effing now. The Spackle nearest the gate scoot way back at my approach, getting outta my way as fast as they can, looking at me with frightened faces, parents getting their children behind them. I push Davy hard but he just laughs and I realize Im inside the monastery walls now. And I see just how many Spackle there are. The stone wall of the monastery surrounds a huge bit of land but only one little building, some kind of storehouse. The rest is divided up into smaller fields, separated by old wooden fences with low gates. Most of em are badly overgrown and you can see heavy grass and brambles stretching all the way to the back walls a good hundred metres away. But mostly you can see Spackle. Hundreds and hundreds of em spread out over the grounds. Maybe even more than a thousand. Theyre pushing themselves against the monastery wall, huddling behind the rotting fences, sitting in groups or standing in rows. But all watching me, silent as the grave, as my Noise spills out all over the place. Hes a liar I say. It werent like that It werent like that at all But what was it like What was it like that I can explain Cuz I did do it, didnt I Not how Davy said but nearly as bad and completely as big in my Noise, too big to cover with all their eyes looking back at me, too big to surround with lies and confuse the truth, too big to not think about as a crowd of Spackle faces just stare. It was an accident, I say, my voice trailing off, looking from face to weird face, not seeing no pictures of Spackle Noise, not understanding the clicking they make, so doubly not knowing whats happening. I didnt mean it. But not one of em says a thing back. They dont do nothing but stare. Theres a creak as the gate behind us opens up again. We turn to look. Its Ivan from Farbranch, the one who joined the army rather than fight it. And look how right he was. Hes wearing an officers uniform and hes got a group of soldiers with him. Mr Prentiss Jr, he says, nodding at Davy, who nods back. Ivan turns to me, a look in his eye I cant read and no Noise to be heard. Its good to see you well, Mr Hewitt. You two know each other Davy says, sharplike. Weve had past acquaintance, Ivan says, still looking at me. But I aint saying a word to him. Im too busy putting up pictures in my Noise. Pictures of Farbranch. Pictures of Hildy and Tam and Francia. Pictures of the massacre that happened there. The massacre that didnt include him. A look of annoyance crosses his face. You go where the power is, he says. Thats how you stay alive. I put up a picture of his town burning, men and women and children burning with it. He frowns harder. These men will stay here as guards. Your orders are to set the Spackle aclearing the fields and make sure theyre fed and watered. Davy rolls his eyes. Well, we know that But Ivans already turning and heading out the gate, leaving behind ten men with rifles. They take up stayshuns standing on top of the monastery wall, already getting to work unrolling coils of barbed wire along its edge. Ten men with rifles and us against all these Spackle, I say, under my breath but all over my Noise. Ah, well be okay, Davy says. He raises his pistol at the Spackle nearest him, maybe a female, holding a Spackle baby. She turns the baby away so her bodys protecting it. They aint got no fight in em anyway. I see the face of the Spackle protecting her baby. Its defeated, I think. They all are. And they know it. I know how they feel. Hey, pigpiss, check it out, Davy says. He raises his arms in the air, getting all the Spackle eyes on him. People of New Prentisstown he shouts, waving his arms about. I read to you yer dooooooom And he just laughs and laughs and laughs. Davy decides to oversee the Spackle clearing the fields of scrub but thats only cuz that means Im the one wholl have to shovel out the fodder from the storehouse for all of em to eat and then fill troughs for em to drink from. But its farm work. Im used to it. All the chores Ben and Cillian set me to doing every day. All the chores I used to complain about. I wipe my eyes and get on with it. The Spackle keep their distance from me as best they can while I work. Which, I gotta say, is okay by me. Cuz I find I cant really look em in the eyes. I keep my head down and carry on shovelling. Davy says his pa told him the Spackle worked as servants or cooks but one of the Mayors first orders was for everyone to keep em locked away in their homes till the army collected em last night while I slept. People had em living in their back gardens, Davy says, watching me shovel as the morning turns to afternoon, eating whats sposed to be lunch for both of us. Can you believe that Like theyre effing members of the family. Maybe they were, I say. Well they aint no more, Davy says, rising and taking out his pistol. He grins at me. Back to work. I empty most of the storehouse of fodder but it still dont look like nearly enough. Plus, three of the five water pumps aint working and by sunset, Ive only managed to fix one. Time to go, Davy says. I aint done, I say. Fine, he says, walking towards the gate. Stay here on yer own then. I look back at the Spackle. Now that the work days thru, theyve pushed themselves as far away from the soldiers and the front gates as possible. As far away from me and Davy as possible, too. I look back and forth twixt them and Davy leaving. They aint got enough food. They aint got enough water. There aint no place to go to the toilet and no shelter of any kind at all. I hold out my empty hands towards em but that dont do no kind of explaining thatll make anything okay. They just stare at me as I drop my hands and follow Davy out the gate. So much for being a man of courage, eh, pigpiss Davy says, untying his horse, which he calls Deadfall but which only seems to answer to Acorn. I ignore him cuz Im thinking bout the Spackle. How Ill treat them well. I will. Ill see that they get enough water and food and Ill do everything I can to protect em. I will. I promise that to myself. Cuz thats what shed want. Oh, Ill tell you what she really wants, Davy sneers. And we fight again. New beddings been put in the tower when I get back, a mattress and a sheet spread out on one side for me and another on the other side for Mayor Ledger, already sitting on his, Noise jangling, eating a bowl of stew. The bad smells gone, too. Yes, says Mayor Ledger. And guess who had to clean it up It turns out hes been put to work as a rubbish man. Honest labour, he says to me, shrugging, but there are other sounds in his greyish Noise that make me think he dont believe its very honest at all. Symbolic, I suppose. I go from the top of the heap to the bottom. Itd be poetic if it werent so obvious. Theres stew for me by my bed, too, and I take it to the window to look out over the town. Which is starting to buzz. As the cure leaves the systems of the men of the town, you begin to hear it. From inside the houses and buildings, from down the side streets and behind the trees. Noise is returning to New Prentisstown. It was hard for me to even walk thru old Prentisstown and that only ever had 146 men in it. New Prentisstowns gotta have ten times that many. And boys, too. I dont know how Im gonna be able to bear it. Youll get used to it, Mayor Ledger says, finishing his stew. Remember, I lived here for twenty years before we found a cure. I close my eyes but all I see is a herd of Spackle, looking back at me. Judging me. Mayor Ledger taps me on the shoulder and points at my bowl of stew. Are you going to eat that That night I dream About her The suns shining behind her and I cant see her face and were on a hillside and shes saying something but the roar of the falls behind us is too loud and I say What and when I reach for her, I dont touch her but my hand comes back covered in blood Viola I say, sitting up on my mattress in the dark, breathing heavy. I look over to Mayor Ledger on his mattress, facing away from me, but his Noise aint sleeping Noise, its the greytype Noise he has when hes awake. I know yer up, I say. You dream quite loud, he says, not looking back. She someone important Never you mind. We just have to get through it, Todd, he says. Thats all any of us has to do now. Just stay alive and get through it. I turn to the wall. There aint nothing I can do. Not while they got her. Not while I dont know. Not while they could still hurt her. Stay alive and get thru it, I think. And I think of her out there. And I whisper it, whisper it to her, wherever she is. Stay alive and get thru it. Stay alive.