That was the beginning of Alvin’s true work. All the rest of that summer, Measure was his pupil and his teacher. While Alvin taught Making to Measure, Measure taught fatherhood, husbanding, manliness to Alvin. The difference was that Alvin didn’t half realize what he was learning, while Measure won each new understanding, each tiny shred of the power of Makery, only after terrible struggle. Yet he
did
understand, bit by bit, and he did learn more than a little bit of Making; and Alvin began to understand, after many failed efforts, how to go about teaching someone else to “see” without eyes, to “touch” without hands.
And now, when he lay awake at night, he did not yearn so often for the past, but rather tried to imagine the future. Somewhere out there was the place where he should build the Crystal City; and out there, too, were the folks he had to find and teach them to love that dream and show them how to make it real. Somewhere there was the perfect soil that his living plow was meant to delve. Somewhere there was a woman he could love and live with till he died.
Back in Hatrack River, that fall there was an election, and it happened that because of certain stories floating around about who was a hero and who was a snake, Pauley Wiseman lost his job and Po Doggly got him a new one. Along about that time, too, Makepeace Smith come in to file a complaint about how back last spring his prentice run off with a certain item that belonged to his master.
“That’s a long time waiting to file such a charge,” said Sheriff Doggly.
“He threatened me,” said Makepeace Smith. “I feared for my family.”
“Well, now, you just tell me what it was he stole.”
“It was a plow,” said Makepeace Smith.
“A common plow? I’m supposed to find a common plow? And why in tarnation would he steal such a thing?”
Makepeace lowered his voice and said it all secret-like. “The plow was made of gold.”
Oh, Po Doggly just laughed his head off, hearing that.
“Well, it’s true, I tell you,” said Makepeace.
“Is it, now? Why, I think that I believe you, my friend. But if there was a gold plow in your smithy, I’ll lay ten to one that it was Al’s, not yours.”
“What a prentice makes belongs to the master!”
Well, that’s about when Po started getting a little stern. “You start telling tales like that around Hatrack River, Makepeace Smith, and I reckon other folks’ll tell how you kept that boy when he long since was a better smith than you. I reckon word’ll get around about how you wasn’t a fair master, and if you start to charging Alvin Smith with stealing what only he in all this world could possibly make, I think you’d find yourself laughed to scorn.”
Maybe he would and maybe he wouldn’t. It was sure that Makepeace didn’t try no legal tricks to try to get that plow back from Alvin—wherever he was. But he told his tale, making it bigger every time he told it—how Alvin was always stealing from him, and how that golden plow was Makepeace Smith’s inheritance, made plowshape and painted black, and how Alvin uncovered it
by devil powers and carried it off. As long as Gertie Smith was alive she scoffed at all such tales, but she died not too long after Alvin left, from a blood vein popping when she was a-screaming at her husband for being such a fool. From then on, Makepeace had the story his own way, even allowing as how Alvin killed Gertie herself with a curse that
made
her veins pop open and bleed to death inside her head. It was a terrible lie, but there’s always folks as like to hear such tales, and the story spread from one end of the state of Hio to the other, and then beyond. Pauley Wiseman heard it. Reverend Thrower heard it. Cavil Planter heard it. So did a lot of other folks.
Which is why when Alvin finally ventured forth from Vigor Church, there was plenty of folks with an eye for strangers carrying bundles about the size of a plowshare, looking for a glint of gold under burlap, measuring strangers to see if they might be a certain run-off prentice smith who stole his master’s inheritance. Some of those folks even meant to take it back to Makepeace Smith in Hatrack River, if it happened they ever laid their hands upon the golden plow. On the other hand, with some of those folks such a thought never crossed their minds.
Empire
The Folk of the Fringe
Future on Fire (editor)
Future on Ice (editor)
Hart’s Hope
Lovelock
(with Kathryn Kidd)
Pastwatch: The Redemption of Christopher Columbus
Saints
Songmaster
The Worthing Saga
Wyrms
ENDER
Ender’s Game
Speaker for the Dead
Xenocide
Children of the Mind
Ender’s Shadow
Shadow of the Hegemon
Shadow Puppets
Shadow of the Giant
THE TALES OF ALVIN MAKER
Seventh Son
| Red Prophet
|
Alvin Journeyman
| Heartfire
|
Prentice Alvin
| The Crystal City
|
HOMECOMING
The Memory of Earth
The Call of Earth
The Ships of Earth
Earthfall
Earthborn
WOMEN OF GENESIS
Sarah
Rebekah
Rachel & Leah
SHORT FICTION
Maps in a Mirror: The Short Fiction of Orson Scott Card
(hardcover)
Maps in a Mirror, Volume I: The Changed Man
(paperback)
Maps in a Mirror, Volume 2: Flux
(paperback)
Maps in a Mirror, Volume 3: Cruel Miracles
(paperback)
Maps in a Mirror, Volume 4: Monkey Sonatas
(paperback)
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The Tales of Alvin Maker
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—Tom Easton,
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—The Washington Post Book World
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—Library Journal
“Card’s imagination allows him to create …a marvelous blending of fairy-tale elements with a theological romance reminiscent of C.S. Lewis.”
—West Coast Review of Books
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Tor Books is proud to present the third book in the
Tales
of
Alvin Maker
series by Hugo, Nebula, and World Fantasy Award winner Orson Scott Card.
This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental.
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Copyright © 1989 by Orson Scott Card
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eISBN 9781429964715
First eBook Edition : October 2011
ISBN-10: 0-8125-0212-4
Library of Congress Catalog Card Number: 88-39927
First Edition: February 1989
First Mass Market Edition: December 1989