Light Boxes Part 6
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February the Creator kidnapped the children, said House Builder. February the Creator is responsible for this endless season of sadness.
But you, said Thaddeus, looking at the girl who smelled of honey and smoke. You poisoned me. You made me see spring. When my daughter was taken from her bed, it smelled of honey and smoke and the window was open.
Like I can control what I do and how you are affected. I believe I was only doing it for the safety of my husband. Someone told me to do it, and I did it. I, too, have been mislabeled as a girl who smells of honey and smoke. I'm a Housewife. And as for the smell of the room, Housewife whispered, February is a cruel being, capable of such tricks.
So it is still February, said Thaddeus. All this time February is still occurring.
I'm afraid so, she said.
None of this makes sense, thought Thaddeus.
We feel the same way, said House Builder.
How did you hear that.
You said it out loud, said House Builder. The girl who smelled of honey and smoke nodded.
There was a war planned by underground children, said Thaddeus. It's against February. Or is it against you. I shouldn't have called it off. Should I have called it off. I need to get back to town. And Thaddeus headed to the door.
Please, said House Builder. I know you won't understand this, because I believe it's impossible to understand, but I'm not the cause of the town's troubles. I've been pushed to the edge of town. Look back to the two holes in the sky. That's where the problem is. Or the problem is willpower and what you think you can control. I, for example, got labeled February and my wife here as a girl who smells of honey and smoke. Such nonsense. How awful.
When Thaddeus opened the door, it was snowing again and the trees were coated in ice. He ran back to the town as fast as he could, tripping and falling several times. He screamed in torment, his face pressed into the hard snow.
The girl who smelled of honey and smoke
woke up before February each morning. She'd crawl out of bed and walk through the darkness of the unfinished home and sit down at a wooden desk where she'd click on a small green lamp. She would read through the stacks of papers, the fragmented paragraphs, the half sentences and abandoned dialogue, and finish these lost riddles to her liking. A long time ago, she showed Bianca the sun. Yesterday she told Thaddeus to walk back to the house of a man wrongly accused of being February to ask more questions. She supplied the blacksmiths with the tools to build a s.h.i.+p. One by one she revived the children buried underground after February kidnapped them, and she was the one who dropped the sc.r.a.ps of parchment from the sky that Thaddeus and the War Effort collected. The girl who smelled of honey and smoke told the children nursery rhymes and supplied them with lanterns as her hands carved out the maze of tunnels. There, there, she said, hus.h.i.+ng them to sleep under thick winter blankets, their bodies huddled against a curve in the tunnel. And deep inside their dreams, she fed them the images of a final War Plan against February. There, there, she whispered, tucking the squares of parchment under their pillowed heads.
Thaddeus called a meeting with the War Effort.
I apologize to everyone, he said. The past weeks I believed it was spring when in fact the attacks from February have never been worse. I believe we should go on a full-scale attack against February. He doesn't live at the edge of town. That is House Builder and his wife, who is a worker of spells and who tricked me to protect her husband. What I do know is that the real February is the Creator who lives in the two holes in the sky. We should have known this. We will immediately construct a fleet of balloons and ascend into the air.
There were about thirty people in Thaddeus's home, and they immediately began to object. A few people shouted that flight is impossible. The Professor quieted them and spoke.
But we already have a plan under way, he said, and handed Thaddeus the bundle of parchments gathered from the homes and shops left by the underground children.
Fine, go ahead with it, he said. But I'm going in the opposite direction. I need to get into the holes in the sky.
Should someone go with you, asked a war member.
No, said Thaddeus. The children's War Plan is a plan that will work, but I can't leave without seeing what's in the sky. I will attempt to fly tomorrow by myself. Everyone else can begin the children's War Plan.
That night everyone ate dinner
together at the inn. They had steamed carrots, apple-glazed pork and boiled potatoes. They ate all the food in the town. They told stories of how New Town would be warmer. They drank and dreamed of blooming fields. A calendar was created, void of the season of February, and at the end of the night they brought it out and everyone cheered.
They talked over the War Plan one last time and went to bed early. People questioned Thaddeus on how he was going to fly when flight was impossible. Thaddeus shrugged his shoulders, said he didn't care, that he just had to try.
I miss you both, said Thaddeus that night into his pillow.
He thought about the man and the woman at the edge of town. His head was spinning.
I love you both, he said into the pillow.
And then he fell asleep.
FEBRUARY WOKE ONE MORNING AT THE same time that the girl who smelled of honey and smoke was getting up from the bed. He decided to follow her. He crawled on his hands and knees across the floor and looked into the next room where the desk was. The girl who smelled of honey and smoke was sitting there writing something. She was folding sheets of paper and tying them with blue ribbon and reaching her arm through a hole in the floor. February stood up and walked to the desk. The girl heard him. She turned around. same time that the girl who smelled of honey and smoke was getting up from the bed. He decided to follow her. He crawled on his hands and knees across the floor and looked into the next room where the desk was. The girl who smelled of honey and smoke was sitting there writing something. She was folding sheets of paper and tying them with blue ribbon and reaching her arm through a hole in the floor. February stood up and walked to the desk. The girl heard him. She turned around.
Go ahead, he said, you can write whatever you want, he said. I don't care anymore.
I will, she said. You took away a man's wife and daughter for no reason. You're cruel. I'm going to show them happiness, she said, wondering if he knew about the underground children, the notes she had given them.
I'm sorry, said February. I'm sorry for everything.
February turned and walked back to the bedroom. Just before he entered, a sharp pain ran from the bottom of his foot to his hip. He fell back on the ground and twisted his foot up near his chest. He saw three dead bees crushed into his heel.
Later that same day the
girl who smelled of honey and smoke sat at the desk and lit fires in the town. She had Bianca start at one house and work in a descending circle, burning it all down. She then collected the papers in a stack, tied it with ribbon, and placed it in a box she t.i.tled Light Box.
Bianca began at the edge
of town and worked in a descending circle, dipping and tilting her lantern into piles of brush that the War Effort had placed the day before the death of Caldor Clemens. On a parchment it looked like this: [image]
The last home she set fire to before escaping down one of the tunnels was her own. When she ran inside, her chest hurt from breathing so hard and her blue dress was covered with ash. She looked out the window and saw the plains burning and the blacksmith s.h.i.+p sailing away in the distance. She walked around the house, lighting the walls with a growing flame as the children and townsfolk yelled beneath her.
Come on, Bianca, they said. Come now before you burn to death. Their fists pounded the soles of her feet.
She slid a floorboard to the side and saw all their dirty little faces underneath.
In you go now, said one of the smallest children from deep below.
As she climbed down she thought she heard her father scream her name.
Six Reports from the Priests 1. We can see Bianca in the distance. 1. We can see Bianca in the distance. 2. She runs from brush pile to brush pile dipping her lantern and sparking flames that are spreading throughout the town. 2. She runs from brush pile to brush pile dipping her lantern and sparking flames that are spreading throughout the town. 3. She's wearing a blue dress and yellow socks, and drawings of kites on her hands and arms glow in the light of the fire. She is a streak of color with long black hair. 3. She's wearing a blue dress and yellow socks, and drawings of kites on her hands and arms glow in the light of the fire. She is a streak of color with long black hair. 4. There are seven of us here in the woods. We have no place to go without the direction of our Creator and with the fire reaching the first line of birch trees. We fear for our lives. 4. There are seven of us here in the woods. We have no place to go without the direction of our Creator and with the fire reaching the first line of birch trees. We fear for our lives. 5. The snow turns to pools of water around our toes. There's a loud creaking sound that echoes through the woods. 5. The snow turns to pools of water around our toes. There's a loud creaking sound that echoes through the woods. 6. The last thing we see is the blacksmith s.h.i.+p moving through the town. It divides shops in two. Splinters of flaming wood spin through the air. 6. The last thing we see is the blacksmith s.h.i.+p moving through the town. It divides shops in two. Splinters of flaming wood spin through the air.
The Girl Who Smelled of Honey and Smoke I write in huge letters FLIGHT RETURNED FLIGHT RETURNED.
TO TOWN.
and fold it into a little square and go back to bed with February.
When I wake in the middle of the night, I have an idea. I make a drawing of a New Town on parchment, and that, too, I fold into a little square.
In the morning I take the folded squares and place them under the pillow of Thaddeus Lowe. Thaddeus repeats out loud the sentence FLIGHT RETURNED TO TOWN and smiles.
Thaddeus wore the light box
on his head when he ascended in the balloon toward the holes in the sky. Beneath him the town was flames and dark smoke. It filled the sky around him. From a great distance, where the rest of the town was climbing up from the tunnels and into their new homes, they could see the balloon glowing with each pulse of flame and a box of light flickering in the darkness.
What's going to happen to him, said one of the children.
Maybe he's going to die, said another, throwing a large burlap sack of clothing onto the ground.
He's not going to die, said another child. He's going to be with the Creator.
Bianca was in her new home. She watched out the window the old town in the distance burn to the ground. She saw the balloon light and disappear, and she played the ancient game of Prediction. She saw a box of light sitting on the shoulders of her shouting father. The kites on her hands and arms burned. She wanted to throw the kites out from her fingers and into the sky and tie them to the balloon and pull her father back to earth. She saw the balloon ascend to the two holes in the sky. She saw the balloon stop.
The top of the balloon
was stuck. Thaddeus climbed out of the basket and up the side of the balloon. He had draped thick ropes there for this purpose. When he came to the edge of the hole in the sky, he pulled himself up and kicked against the balloon. He crawled on his stomach until he was completely inside a large room that looked just like House Builder's home. It was dark except for a small lamp that sat on a desk. The room smelled like honey and smoke, and Thaddeus walked around a little before hearing footsteps and hiding behind the furniture. It was the girl who smelled of honey and smoke. She carried a steaming cup. She sat down at the desk and began to write. All around the desk were little squares of paper tied with blue ribbon.
h.e.l.lo, whispered Thaddeus, peeking over a piece of furniture.
The girl who smelled of honey and smoke didn't hear him.
It's me, he whispered a little louder.
The girl who smelled of honey and smoke turned around.
You, she said. Go away. What are you doing here. I'm trying to save you from February.
I know what's going on, said Thaddeus. I know that February lives here and he is a mean man who named House Builder and his wife February and the girl who smelled of honey and smoke.
She looked at him. He's not a mean man, she said. He's just confused. He didn't know what to do with your town. But I'm helping now. It's over. February has given up. I'm giving you a New Town and a new life. You really should go.
How big is our town, Thaddeus asked, looking back through the hole in the floor, the sky of the town.
I have no idea, said the girl who smelled of honey and smoke. I mean it when I say you should go back. Everything is going to be fine now.
Is February here.
Yes, but he's sleeping.
Thaddeus said, I want to see February.
No, you can't. There's no point in it.
I want to see February, said Thaddeus.
Light Boxes Part 6
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