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response. It was a strange, wonderful feeling. He wondered whether
this was what faith was like.
After a moment of healing silence they separated. Scot looked up
and saw one of the thugs. Oh, no!
Brother Paul turned about. "Why hello, Brand," he said pleasantly.
"I thought about what you told me," Brand said. "I don't need no more
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time. I'm ready now."
Scot looked from one to the other. "What did you two talk about?"
"Brand would like to join the farm," Brother Paul said.
"He join?" Scot asked incredulously.
"As a productive member," Brother Paul continued. "He is sorry for
any inconvenience he caused you, and is willing to lend his strength to
tasks that might otherwise prove difficult."
"Yeah that's it," Brand said. "He says it better'n I could."
Scot spread his hands. This must be what Brother Paul meant by
finding a more positive solution. Not merely driving off the invaders,
but converting them. "Why not?"
Brand joined the farm and once again it turned out to have been a
fortunate addition. The man was powerful; he could hoist a log
weighing 150 pounds to his shoulder and carry it without seeming to
notice. When he took the sixteen-pound sledgehammer and had at the
big gnarly chunks of wood, the pieces fairly burst apart. When he
pitched compost, the pile was turned in rapid order. He was like a
tractor or a team of work horses: no great amount of imagination, but
force that seemed able to move mountains.
He was illiterate, but that didn't seem to be much of a disadvantage.
And there was another surprise.
"Listen," Wanda said one afternoon to Scot.
He listened. Someone was playing a piccolo in the back yard, by the
sound. The thin melody was absolutely beautiful.
"Perfect pitch," she said. "Every note true."
It was a melody he had heard before, but now it seemed much lovelier
than he remembered. "Who?" he asked.
She drew him to the window. They looked out. Brand was stacking
split wood and whistling while he worked. "Beethoven's Ninth
Symphony," Wanda said.
"Classical music?" he asked, amazed.95
"He doesn't know it by name, and of course he can't read music; he
just knows what he likes," she explained.
They listened for some time to a medley of classical and popular
music, all expertly rendered. It was the finest whistling Scot had ever
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heard, and it was hard to believe that this big, dull man was doing it.
Yet it was so.
"Shows you never can tell," Scot said. "If he has a soul, it comes out
through his music."96
In the evenings Brand and Brother Paul practiced judo, bowing to
each other formally before reviewing the holds. Now the others began
to see how the thugs had been subdued so readily. Brother Paul could
flip huge Brand over his shoulder to land crushingly on the straw,
unhurt. And soon Brand was able to do it too. It was a matter of
timing and balance and leverage. Brother Paul offered to show the
others how to do it also, but Scot and Lucy declined, afraid of the
violent falls. Wanda tried it for a while, but discovered it was
necessary to get quite close to a man in order to make a throw work
chest to chest, belly to belly, thigh to thigh, with hard contact and
was afraid this could be misconstrued. She tried to talk Lucy into
working with her, but Lucy wouldn't, so Wanda dropped out.
Prompted by Brand's whistling, they began to sing while working. No
one had a good voice, but in harmony the rough edges tended to fade,
and it became an uplifting experience. They sang anything anybody
knew folk songs, hymns, popular songs, even Emigrate With Me,
though that usually ended in laughter. None of them intended to
emigrate, now.
It rained, and the roof leaked. Scot and Brand hauled up the spare roll
of roofing paper and a bucket of tar on the next sunny day and went to
work. And now Scot had a chance to find out something he had been
curious about for some time. "Just what did Brother Paul say to you,
the first time?"
"Nothing much," Brand said. "Just how you were nice people who
maybe could use a strong man."
"But you were with those others. Why should you change?"
"Didn't make much sense to me at first," Brand admitted. "But then I
saw the light."
"The light?" Revelation hardly seemed the style of this man, despite
his whistling. "When Where did you see it?"
Brand laughed. "In mid-air."
"What?" Humor wasn't his style either.
"When he threw me."
"Brother Paul used his judo on you? I thought he always took the
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peaceful way."
"I guess he forgot, for just a moment. When I tried to bash in his
head."
"Oh."
"I always did understand a good bash," Brand said. "Funny thing was
it didn't hurt. He flipped me over and put me down so gentle, and then [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
