plain silly； Alvin told himself； there isn't a soul in here。 But he lay still； all laughter gone out of him； because he could feel it； somebody standing there。 No； it's a nightmare； that's all； I'm still spooked from thinking about Reds watching me outside； or maybe from Anne's threat； something like that； if I just lie here with my eyes closed it'll go away。
The blackness inside Al's eyelids turned pink。 There was a light in his room。 A light as bright as daylight。 There wasn't no candle in the world； no； not even a lantern that could burn so bright as that。 Al opened his eyes； and all his dread turned into terror； for now he saw that what he feared was real。
There was a man standing at the foot of his bed； a man shining as if he was made of sunlight。 The light in the room was ing from his skin； from his chest where his shirt was tore open； from his face； and from his hands。 And in one of those hands； a knife； a sharp steel knife。 I am going to die； thought Al。 Just like Anne promised me； only there wasn't no way his sisters could conjure up such an awful apparition as this one。 This bright Shining Man had e on his own； that was sure； and planned to kill Alvin Junior for his own sins and not cause somebody else had set him on。
Then it was like as if the light from the man pushed right through Alvin's skin and came inside him； and the fear just went right out of him。 The Shining Man might have him a knife； and he might've snuck on into the room without so much as opening a door； but he didn't mean no harm to Alvin。 So Alvin relaxed a little and wriggled up in his bed till he was mostly sitting； leaning up against the wall； watching the Shining Man； waiting to see what all he'd do。
The Shining Man took his bright steel knife and brought the blade against his other palm and cut。 Alvin saw the gleaming crimson blood flow from the wound in the Shining Man's hand； stream down his forearm； and drip from his elbow onto the floor。 He hadn't seen four drops； though； before he came to see a vision in his mind。 He could see his sisters' room； he knew the place； but it was different。 The beds were up high； and his sisters were giants； so all he could see clear was big old feet and legs。 Then he realized he was seeing a little creature's view of the room。 A roach's view。 In his vision he was scurrying； filled with hunger； absolutely fearless； knowing that if he could get up onto those feet； those legs； there'd be food； all the food he'd ever want。 So he rushed； he climbed； he scurried； searching。 But there wasn't no food； not a speck of it； and now huge hands reached and swept him off； and then a great huge shadow loomed over him； and he felt the hard sharp crushing agony of death。
Not once； but many times； dozens of times； the hope of food； the confidence that no harm would e； then disappointment nothing to eat； nothing at all and after disappointment； terror and injury and death。 Each small trusting life； betrayed； crushed； battered。
And then in his vision he was one who lived； one who got away from the looming； stomping boots； under the beds； into the cracks in the walls。 He fled from the room of death； but not into the old place； not into the safe room； because now that was no longer safe。 That was where the lies came from。 That was the place of the betrayer； the liar； the killer who had sent them into this place to die。 There were no words in this vision； of course。 There could be no words； no clarity of thought in a roach's brain。 But Al had words and thoughts； and he knew more than any roach what the roaches had learned。 They had been promised something about the world； they had been made sure of it； and then it was a lie。 Death was a fearful thing； yes； flee that room； but in the other room； there was worse than death there the world had gone crazy； it was a place where anything could happen； where nothing could be trusted； where nothing was certain。 A terrible place。 The worst place。
Then the vision ended。 Alvin sat there； his hands pressed against his eyes； sobbing desperately。 They suffered； he cried out silently； they suffered； and I did it to them； I betrayed them。 That's what the Shining Man came to show me。 I made the roaches trust me； but then I cheated them and sent them to die。 I've done murder。
No； not murder！ Who ever heard of roach…killing being murder？ Nobody in the whole world would call it that。
But it didn't matter what other folks thought of it； Al knew that。 The Shining Man had e to show him that murder was murder。
And now the Shining Man was gone。 The light was gone from the room； and when Al opened his eyes； there was no one in the room but Cally； fast asleep。 Too late even to beg forgiveness。 In pure misery Al Junior closed his eyes and cried some more。
How long was it？ A few seconds？ Or did Alvin doze off and not notice the passage of a much longer time？ Never mind how long the light came back。 Once again it came into him； not just through his eyes； but piercing clear to his heart； whispering to him； calming him。 Again Alvin opened his eyes and looked at the face of the Shining Man； waiting for him to speak。 When he said nothing； Alvin thought it was his turn； and so he stammered out the words； so weak pared to the feelings in his heart。 〃I'm sorry； I'll never do it again； I'll〃
He was babbling； he knew it； couldn't even hear himself speak he was so upset。 But the light grew brighter for a moment； and he felt a question in his mind。 Not a word was spoke； mind you； but he knew that the Shining Man wanted him to say what it was he was sorry for。
And when he thought about it； Alvin wasn't altogether sure what all was wrong。 Sure it wasn't the killing itself you could starve to death if you didn't slaughter a pig now and then； and it wasn't hardly murder when a weasel killed himself a mouse； was it？
Then the light pushed at him again； and he saw another vision。 Not roaches this time。 Now he saw the image of a Red man； kneeling before a deer； calling it to e and die； the deer came； all trembling and its eyes wide； the way they are when they're scared。 It knew it was ing to die。 The Red loosed him an arrow； and there it stood； quivering in the doe's flank。 Her legs wobbled。 She fell。 And Alvin knew that in this vision there wasn't no sin at all； because dying and killing； they were both just a part of life。 The Red was doing right； and so was the deer； both acting according to their natural law。
So if the evil he done wasn't the death of the roaches； what was it？ The power he had？ His knack for making things go just where he wanted； making them break just in the right place； understanding how things ought to be and helping them get that way？ He'd found that right useful； as he made and fixed the things a boy makes and fixes in a rough country household。 He could fit the two pieces of a broken hoe handle； fit them so tight that they joined forever without glue or tack。 Or two pieces of torn leather； he didn't even have to stitch them； and when he tied a knot in string or rope； it stayed tied。 It was the same knack he used with the roaches。 Making them understand how things was supposed to be； and then they did what he wanted。 Was that his sin； that knack of his？
The Shining Man heard his question before he even found words for it。 Here came the push of light； and another vision。 This time he saw himself pressing his hands against a stone； and the stone melted like butter under his hands； came out in just the shape he wanted； smooth and whole； fell from the side of the mountain and rolled away； a perfect ball； a perfect sphere； growing and growing until it was a whole world； shaped just the way his hands had made it； with trees and grass springing up on its face； and animals running and leaping and flying and swimming and crawling and burrowing on and above and within the ball of stone that he had made。 No； it wasn't a terrible power； it was a glorious one； if he only knew how to use it。
Well if it ain't the dying and it ain't the knack； what did I do wrong？
This time the Shining Man didn't show him a thing。 This time Alvin didn't see no burst of light； there wasn't a vision at all。 Instead the answer just came； not from the Shining Man but from inside his own self。 One second he felt too stupid ever to understand his own wickedness； and then the next second he saw it all as clear as could be。
It wasn't the roaches dying； and it wasn't the fact he made them do it。 It was the fact that he made them do it just to suit his own pleasure。 He told them it was for their own good； but it wasn't so； it was for Alvin's benefit alone。 Harming his sisters； more than harming the roaches； and all so Alvin could lie in his bed shaking with laughter because he got even The Shining Man heard the thoughts of Alvin's heart； yes sir； and Al Junior saw a fire leap from his gleaming eye and strike him in the heart。 He had guessed it。 He was right。
So Alvin made the most solemn promise of his whole life； right then and there。 He had a knack； and he'd use it； but there was rules in things like that； rules that he would follow even if it killed him。 〃I'll never use it for myself again；〃 said Alvin Junior。 And when he said the words he felt like his h