ide。
The wind was brisk。 There was a storm ing； and from the smell in the air； it would be snow。 The animals were restless in the big barn。 It occurred to Taleswapper that he might not be alone outside tonight。 There might be Reds in the shadows； or even wandering among the buildings of the farm； watching him。 He shuddered once； then shrugged off the fear。 It was too cold a night。 Even the most bloodthirsty； White…hating Choc…Taws or Cree…Eks spying from the south were too smart to be outside with such a storm ing。
Soon the snow would fall； the first of the season； but it would be no slight trace。 It would snow all day tomorrow； Taleswapper could feel it； for the air behind the storm would be even colder than this； cold enough for the snow to be fluffy and dry； the kind of snow that piled deeper and deeper； hour after hour。 If Alvin had not hurried them home with the millstone in a single day； they would have been trying to sledge the stone home in the midst of the snowfall。 It would have bee slippery。 Something even worse might have happened。
Taleswapper found himself in the millhouse； looking at the stone。 It was so solid…looking； it was hard to imagine anyone ever moving it。 He touched the face of it again； being careful not to cut himself。 His fingers brushed over the shallow dress cuts； where flour would collect when the great water wheel turned the shaft and made the grindstone roll around and around atop the millstone； as steadily as the Earth rolled around and around the sun； year after year； turning time into dust as surely as the mill turned grain into flour。
He glanced down； to the place where the earth had given way slightly under the millstone； tipping it and nearly killing the boy。 The bottom of the depression glistened in the lantern light。 Taleswapper knelt and dipped his finger into a half…inch of water。 It must have collected there； weakening the ground； carrying away the soil。 Not so that it would ever be visibly moist。 Just enough that when great weight was placed on it； it would give way。
Ah； Unmaker； thought Taleswapper； show yourself to me； and I'll build such a building that you'll be trussed up and held captive forever。 But try as he might； he could not make his eyes see the trembling air that had shown itself to Alvin Miller's seventh son。 Finally Taleswapper took up the lantern and left the millhouse。 The first flakes were falling。 The wind had almost died。 The snow came faster and faster； dancing in the light of his lantern。 By the time he reached the house； the ground was grey with snow； the forest invisible in the distance。 He went inside the house； lay down on the floor without removing even his boots； and fell asleep。
Chapter Twelve Book
They kept a three…log fire； night and day； so the stones of the wall seemed to glow with heat； and the air in his room was dry。 Alvin lay unmoving on his bed； his right leg heavy with splints and bandages； pressing into the bed like an anchor； the rest of his body afloat； adrift； pitching and rolling and yawing。 He was dizzy； and a little sick。
But he hardly noticed the weight of his leg； or the dizziness。 The pain was his enemy； throbs and stabs of it taking his mind away from the task that Taleswapper had set him： to heal himself。
Yet the pain was his friend； too。 It built a wall around him so he scarce knew he was in a house； in a roof； on a bed。 The outside world could burn up and turn to ash and he'd never notice it。 It was the world inside that he was exploring now。
Taleswapper didn't know half what he was talking about。 It wasn't a matter of making pictures in his mind。 His leg wouldn't get better from just pretending it was all healed up。 But Taleswapper still had the right idea。 If Alvin could feel his way through the rock； could find the weak and strong places and teach them where to break and where to hold firm； why couldn't he do it with skin and bone？
Trouble was； skin and bone was all mixed up。 The rock was pretty much the same thing through and through； but the skin changed with every layer； and it wasn't no easy trick figuring where everything went。 He lay there with his eyes closed； looking into his own flesh for the first time。 At first he tried following the pain； but that didn't get nowhere； just led him to where everything was mashed and cut and messed up so he couldn't tell up from down。 After a long while he tried a different tack。 He listened to his heart beating。 At first the pain kept tearing him away； but after a while he closed in on that sound。 If there was noise in the world outside he didn't know about it； because the pain shut all that out。 And the rhythm of the heartbeat； that shut out the pain； or mostly； anyway。
He followed the tracks of his blood； the big strong stream； the little streams。 Sometimes he got lost。 Sometimes a stab from his leg just broke in and demanded to be heard。 But by and by he found his way to healthy skin and bone in the other leg。 The blood wasn't half so strong there； but it led him where he wanted to go。 He found all the layers； like the skin of an onion。 He learned their order； saw how the muscle was tied together； how the tiny veins linked up； how the skin stretched taut and bonded tight。
Only then did he find his way to the bad leg。 The patch of skin Mama sewed on was pretty much dead； just turning to rot。 Alvin Junior knew what it needed； though； if any part of it was to live。 He found the mashed…off ends of the arteries around the wound； and began to urge them to grow； just the way he made cracks travel through stone。 The stone was easy； pared to this to make a crack； it just had to let go； that's all。 The living flesh was slower to do what he wanted； and pretty soon he gave up on all but the strongest artery。
He began to see how it was using bits and pieces of this and that to build with。 A lot was happening that was far too small and fast and plicated for Alvin to get hold of with his mind。 But he could get his body to free up what the artery needed in order to grow。 He could send it where it was needed； and after a while the artery linked up with the rotted tissue。 It took some doing； but he finally found the end of a shriveled artery and linked them up； and sent the blood flowing into the sewn…on patch。
Too soon； too fast。 He felt the heat on his leg from blood pouring out of the dead flesh at a dozen points； it couldn't hold in all the blood he sent。 Slow； slow； slow。 He followed the blood； now seeping instead of pumping； and again linked up blood vessels； arteries to veins； trying to match it； as best he could； to the other leg。
Finally it was done； or well enough。 The normal flow of blood could be contained。 Many parts of the patch of skin came back to life as the blood returned。 Other parts stayed dead。 Alvin kept going around and around with the blood； stripping away the dead parts； breaking them up into bits and pieces too small for him to recognize。 But the living parts recognized them well enough； took them up； put them to work。 Wherever Alvin explored； he made the flesh grow。
Until he was so weary in his mind from thinking so small and working so hard that he fell asleep in spite of himself。
〃I don't want to wake him。〃
〃No way to change the bandage without touching it； Faith。〃
〃All right； then oh； be careful； Alvin！ No； let me！〃
〃I've done this before〃
〃On cows； Alvin； not on little boys！〃
Alvin Junior felt pressure on his leg。 Something pulling at the skin there。 The pain wasn't as bad as yesterday。 But he was still too tired even to open his eyes。 Even to make a sound to let them know he was awake； he could hear them。
〃Good laws； Faith； he must have bled something awful in the night。〃
〃Mama； Mary says I have to〃
〃Hush up and get on out of here； Cally！ Can't you see your ma's worried about〃
〃No need to yell at the boy； Alvin。 He's only seven。〃
〃Seven's old enough to keep his mouth shut and leave grown…ups alone when we've got things to look at that。〃
〃I can hardly believe it。〃
〃I thought to see pus ing out like cream from a cow's tit。〃
〃Clean as can be。〃
〃And skin growing back； will you look at that？ Your sewing must've took。〃
〃I hardly dared to hope that skin would live。〃
〃Can't even see no bone under there。〃
〃The Lord is blessing us。 I prayed all night； Alvin； and look what God has done。〃
〃Well； you should've prayed harder； then； and got it healed up tight。 I need this boy for chores。〃
〃Don't you get blasphemous with me； Alvin Miller。〃
〃It just gripes me hollow； the way God always sneaks in to take the credit。 Maybe Alvin's just a good healer； you ever think of that？〃
〃Look； your nastiness is waking the boy。〃
〃See if he wants a drink of water。〃
〃He's getting one whether he wants it or not。〃
Alvin wanted it badly。 His body was dry； not just his mouth； it needed to make back what it lost in blood。 So he swallowed as much as he could； from a tin cup held to his mouth。 A lot of it spilled around his face and neck but he didn't hardly notice that。 It was the water that trickled into his belly that mattered。 He lay back and tried to find out from the inside how his wound wa