The Dead Man: Hell in Heaven (6 page)

The girl didn’t let out a sound as the overalled man lifted her from the floor by the back of her neck, the way he would a kitten.

“What’s the meaning of this, Arno?” Orfamay barked at him.

“My daughter is roont!” the man howled. “A filthy whore, good for nothing but to suck the cocks of Gilhoolies until her teeth drop out. And it’s all his fault!”

Arno turned and lowered a finger toward the door, where two men who might have been his brothers were dragging a young man in by his arms. Matt thought he might have been as lovely as the girl at one point, although his face was so bruised and bloodied under his curling blonde hair it was no longer possible to tell. He was naked as well. His pubic hair was wet with sex and there was a dot of blood on his flaccid penis.

Matt heard Mouse let out a gasp. He turned and saw that she had gone pale. Her brother’s thin lips tightened until they nearly vanished, and if he’d had a chin it would have quivered in rage. He wasn’t positive, but Matt thought he knew who was supposed to have been sitting in the empty seat between them.

Arno gave a sign and his twins let the boy drop to the ground. He curled himself into a ball, as if taking this as the preamble to a stomping.
Another
stomping, if Matt could judge from the bruises across his chest and thighs.

“I stepped out to let my weasel free, and I heard noises coming from the hayshed,” Arno said. “Thought there might be a bobcat in there. So I flung open the door, ready to bash in its brains, and I found this vermin on top of my poor sister’s girl Tally. My poor, sainted sister who went to her grave begging me to keep her daughter from roonation.”

“What does the girl say?” Orfamay rasped angrily.

“Said she was walking to the supper and this pig of a Gilhoolie came up to her and started talking all sweet to her,” Arno said. “She told him she didn’t want anything to do with him, but he shoved her into the hayshed and slammed the door. Then he ripped her clothes off and forced himself into her.”

An angry murmur came from the Vetch side of the room. Arno’s foot lifted, ready to stomp down on the boy. But one look at Orfamay’s face brought it down again.

“He raped my sister’s girl,” Arno said.

“He didn’t!” Mouse was on her feet, about to run to the naked boy. “You all know Cal wouldn’t do that!” Vern grabbed her arm and pulled her back down into her seat. There was now an angry buzz coming from the Gilhoolie side of the room.

“I said, what does the girl say,” Orfamay said. “I want to hear it from her lips.”

Arno gave the girl a shake so hard Matt could hear her teeth rattle. “Tell her, girl. Tell them all about your shame.”

The girl stared down at the ground. Arno let her drop to her knees. Matt could see bright red stripes across her back.

“Go ahead, whore, tell Miss Orfamay what she wants to hear,” one of Arno’s brothers said, his hands clutching into fists. “Less you want more of what for.”

The girl tried to look at the boy on the ground, but Arno grabbed her head and forced her eyes up at Orfamay. “You know what happens to sluts here, girl,” Arno said. “And their families.

You wouldn’t bring that down on everyone you love. You wouldn’t blacken the name of your sainted mother like that. You go on and tell Miss Orfamay the truth.”

The girl’s lips moved, but no sound came out.

“Speak up!” Orfamay commanded.

The girl took a deep breath that nearly turned into a sob. “He raped me,” she said. “He forced me to do it.”

“That’s a lie!” Mouse shouted.

“Hush, girl,” Orfamay said, but even her ferocious tone couldn’t stop Mouse. She pulled free of Vern and leaped over the table, scooting between the legs of one of Arno’s brothers to cradle the boy’s head in her arms.

“You heard the girl,” Arno said. “You know the truth. You know what has to happen. We want justice.”

“She’s lying!” Mouse screamed, tears streaking down her face. “She made him do it, flashing her titties and batting her eyes at him. She wanted him from day one and he wouldn’t touch that dirty Vetch skin. So she made him do it!”

“That’s enough from you,” Orfamay said.

“I can prove it,” Mouse said between sobs. “You get out the boards and the stones and she’ll confess faster than she could pull off her drawers!”

One of Arno’s brothers reached down and swatted Mouse across the face, sending her sprawling on the floor. “Miss Orfamay told you to hush, Gilhoolie.”

Mouse pulled herself up on her hands and knees. “Do something, Vern,” she pleaded. “You’ve got to do something.”

Vern had only gotten paler during the inquisition. When Orfamay turned her ferocious gaze on him, he looked like he wanted to pull his chinless head down into his neck like the turtle he resembled.

“We’ve got laws,” Vern said. “We’ve got a system of justice. We can’t just take this on ourselves.”

“There’s no question here,” Arno said. “You heard—”

Orfamay held up a hand, cutting him off. “Vern Gilhoolie is right,” she said. “This is the kind of thing we no longer handle among ourselves.”

She turned to Matt. “What are you waiting for?”

Matt had been watching with increasing horror as the inquisition proceeded. When he’d first seen the people of this town he’d been concerned they were some kind of religious cult, but he hadn’t imagined it could be like this. Maybe it was the residual effect of living with Joan. Maybe her hate and evil had infected all of them, although he hadn’t seen a single sore or tumor, not even on the two who’d been trying to kill each other over a pig and a bunch of chickens.

Now they had all turned back to him. It took him a moment to understand why. “Me?”

“Who else?” Orfamay said.

“How about the police?” Matt said. “Is there a sheriff in town?” Even as he said the words he realized he hadn’t seen a trace of law enforcement since he’d gotten to town, not even a forest ranger’s truck. “We can radio for the state patrol. I think there’s a station twenty miles from the turn-off. They can get troopers here in an hour.”

“Troopers got nothing to do with our law,” Orfamay said.

“It’s not your law,” Matt said. “If there’s been a rape, there’s a state law that covers it. This boy needs to be arrested by a law enforcement officer and held by jailers until he can go to trial under the supervision of a judge. And he’s got to have a lawyer. I’m not any of those things. Are you?”

“That’s not our way,” Orfamay said.

“I don’t care if it’s your
way
,” Matt said. “It’s the law. You can’t just choose to ignore it and write your own legal code.”

“Our law is laid down by the lawgiver,” Orfamay said. “You killed her. Now you are our lawgiver. “

Matt tried to understand what he was hearing. They’d referred to Joan as a queen, but he hadn’t thought for a second they meant it literally. He stared at Orfamay, then turned to see the entire assembly staring back at him. “That thing made your laws?” he said finally. “She ruled over you?”

“We had to do what she said,” Vern said. “We didn’t have any choice.”

“Now you do,” Matt said. “She’s not here anymore. She’s not coming back. You can go back to settling these things the way you did before she came.”

There was a roar of approval from both sides of the room. Vetchs and Gilhoolies and Runcibles and Hogginses pounded their plates and silver against the table.

“No!” Mouse shouted from across the room. “We can’t! Don’t let them!”

“I don’t understand,” Matt said, shouting to be heard over the din. “You don’t think he’s guilty. You want to see him protected. I want the same thing.”

Mouse didn’t say anything, just put her head on her arms and wept.

Matt looked from one side of the hall to the other. The people were all standing, shouting at each other.

“Fucking rapist has to die!” shouted one Vetch.

“She’s a whore,” a Gilhoolie screamed back, and then a chant went up from his side of the room. “Whore! Whore! Whore!”

One Vetch took a step toward the naked boy, but was driven back by a hail of knives and forks. On both sides, men were rolling up their sleeves, getting ready to fight.

Matt clapped his hands, then banged his knife against his water glass, trying to get their attention, but it was no good. Orfamay let out one of her hideous throat clearing sounds, and the crowd settled down.

“Something terrible has happened here tonight,” Matt said. “And I understand why you’re all upset. But you don’t want me to settle this. I didn’t see anything, and neither did any of you.”

There were angry shouts from both sides of the room, demanding death for the boy, death for the girl.

Orfamay cleared her throat again, and when the crowd settled, she turned to Matt. “Are you telling us you will not pass judgment, Lawgiver?”

“I’m telling you I can’t,” Matt said. “But I will take him with me and make sure he gets a fair trial. Justice will be served.”

The room was ready to erupt again, but Orfamay’s steely look silenced them. “Say it clearly,” she said. “You are abandoning your responsibility as our lawgiver.”

“Don’t do this, Matt!” Mouse shouted, but her voice was drowned out by jeers.

“It’s not my responsibility to abandon or to exercise,” Matt said. “I’m not the lawgiver.”

This time there was no sound from the tables. Instead there was silence. A silence so deep and so empty Matt could practically hear the stars moving above the barn.

And then there was a scream from the Vetch side of the room. Ezekiel Vetch had jumped to his feet and was racing toward the Gilhoolie table.

“Fucking Hoggins killed my pig!” He launched himself at Alwyn Hoggins, who dived beneath to the floor. Vetch landed on the table and skidded across its breadth, sending plates and glasses flying. Before he reached the end, four Gilhoolies grabbed him and he was lost in a sea of fists.

“Let him go!” someone yelled from the Vetch table, and a group of men started across the floor toward the Gilhoolies.

“Stop them!” Mouse screamed. “Matt, you have to stop them!”

He hadn’t needed her to tell him that. But there was nothing he could do. He was shouting at the top of his voice, but his words were drowned out in the noise from the crowd. He fought to get up, trapped by the weight of the throne against the table.

And then the table was gone, sent tumbling into the center of the room. The giant was standing, arms raised to the room, tears in his eyes. “My cousin’s been roont!” he wailed, and then took off across the room. Heading for where the naked boy lay on the floor, curled into a ball.

“You have to stop this,” Matt told Orfamay.

“I can’t stop anything,” she said. “Only the lawgiver can do that.”

Matt jumped up from his chair and ran through the litter of broken crockery on the floor. But no matter how fast he ran he couldn’t beat the giant’s enormous strides, and before he could reach the boy, the giant grabbed him and hoisted him in the air.

“You roont my cousin!” the giant wailed. “You won’t roon another girl!”

He held the boy’s neck in one massive hand. With the other he reached down and grabbed the kid’s penis and testicles, which were swallowed up in the mighty fist. And he pulled.

The boy screamed in agony. His body spasmed as if he were in the electric chair. But the giant kept pulling and pulling.

Matt finally reached him, tried to peel off his hand, but the giant knocked him back with a sweep of an elbow to his head, and Matt sprawled to the floor next to Mouse.

“Stop him,” Mouse sobbed. “You’re supposed to stop him.”

Matt got back to his feet, felt the floor spinning under him, and took two staggering steps toward the giant.

Too late. Even as he reached to grab the giant’s hand the room was filled with a horrible sound of flesh tearing and a howl of agony from the boy.

“Oh, God, Cal!” Mouse screamed.

The giant hurled the kid back to the floor, and as he rolled Matt could see the bloody hole where his genitals had been. The giant opened his hand and displayed his prize. “Never going to roon another Vetch girl!”

“Vetch whore, you mean!” Mouse screamed “Trash like that’s only good for burning. Burn her! Burn her!”

The Gilhoolie table flew aside and eight men set out across the floor, heading toward the Vetches. Five more were heading for the girl, who was sobbing on the floor.

“Burn her!” Mouse screamed again. “Burn the Vetch whore!”

Matt moved in front of the girl, trying to shield her. But a heavy plate flew through the air and shattered at his feet, raking her naked form with ragged shards of pottery.

Matt looked around for help and saw Vern sitting frozen in his chair. “Stop them!” Matt said. “You’re the leader of the family. Don’t let them hurt her.”

Vern looked at him, lips drawn so thin they looked like pale worms stretched across his face. He whispered two words. His tone was so quiet Matt was sure no one in the room could hear them. But Matt could read them on those bloodless lips:

Burn her
.

The Gilhoolie men were almost on top of him now. Some had steak knives they’d grabbed off the table. Others carried bigger blades.

“Stay back,” Matt warned, his hand itching for the axe he’d left back at Orfamay’s house.

“I’m not going to let you hurt her.”

The Gilhoolie in the front grinned at him, and Matt could see blood on his teeth. From where? And then Matt saw Ezekiel Vetch lying on the ground under the Gilhoolie table, one hand pressed to the side of his head where blood pulsed out from the mangled flesh that had been his ear.

“We don’t want to hurt you,” the Gilhoolie said. “You killed that bitch queen for us. But you don’t want to make this stand.”

“I’m not going to let you hurt this girl,” Matt said again, low and steady.

“The whore is going to die,” the Gilhoolie said.

“Not at your hands, Gilhoolie scum.” Orfamay’s voice came from behind Matt. “We take care of our own.”

Matt turned to see the old woman at the head of a mob of angry men and women.

“You’ll cover up the truth about what this whore did,” the Gilhoolie man said.

“If she’s a whore, she’ll burn for it,” Orfamay said. “But it’ll be Vetch fire that chars her flesh.”

“You’re both insane,” Matt said. “She’s just a girl. She’s—”

A heavy plate struck Matt’s forehead and sent him staggering back. He looked where it came from and saw Mouse preparing to launch another one.

“Burn her!” Mouse screamed. “Burn the whore!”

There was a commotion on the Gilhoolie side, and a large man pushed forward holding a blazing torch.
A broom
, Matt thought as blood from his forehead dripped into his eyes.
It’s a burning broom
.

The man shoved the flaming end of the broom toward the girl’s face. Matt dived on top of her, covering her with his own body, waiting for the stench of his own burning flesh to fill his nostrils.

Instead he saw the broom fall to the ground, the bristles lighting the straw that covered the floor. He looked up. There was a pitchfork protruding from the Gilhoolie’s chest. He stood absolutely still for one moment, then crumpled down next to Matt.

That was the signal. On both sides of the room, men and women lunged toward each other, wielding knives and forks and broken shards of pottery and any other weapon they could grab.

For the moment, they’d forgotten him. In their blood lust they’d forgotten everything, even the girl whose sin had started the war. Even the flames that were spreading across the floor and licking the walls. Even the man who refused to be their lawmaker.

Matt folded the girl in his arms, then got to his feet. No one noticed as he made his way toward the door.

Almost no one.

“He’s taking the girl!” Mouse shouted. “Stop him!”

But they couldn’t hear her. The blood had stopped their ears.

Matt slipped out into the night.