me after all, girl,â Henry said. âHow about you fetch two small sittinâ boxes from inside that workshop and set them up over here in the shade?â
Before the man could change his mind, Lillie ran into the furniture barn, grabbed two crates that looked to be about the right size, and carried them to where he had indicated, under the canopy of a leafy magnolia tree. She approached him and tried to take hold of his arm and to her surprise, this time he allowed it. She walked him to one of the boxes and eased him down.
âNow why donât you fetch us a drink of water too?â he said, pointing to a rain barrel with a dipper hooked to its edge. Lillie ran over to it gratefully, scooped out some water and started to drink, then stopped herself and offered it to Henry first. He smiled and waved it off. âI donât really need it, but you do,â he said. âYou got road dust over most your face.â
Lillie drained the dipper thirstily, then scooped another and drank that off too. âThank you,â she said, a little out of breath from the gulping sheâd done. She hooked the dipper back on the edge of the barrel, wiped her face with her arm, and then sat down on the crate near Henry.
âI know why you come, girl,â Henry said.
âYou do?â Lillie asked.
âItâs âbout your papa.â
Lillie nodded.
âAbout the way he died,â Henry added.
Lillie looked at him wonderingly. âHow did you know?â
âIâd wanna know too if I was his child. And with that face oâ yours, there ainât no other manâs girl you could be.â
Lillie reached up and touched her face. As always, she had to fight back tears at just the mention of Papa.
âHe said you looked like him, âcept I didnât reckon how much.â
Lillieâs voice felt choked. âHe talked about me?â
âAll the time. Talked about all of you. Your mama, your baby brotherâboy with a funny name. Ploto.â
âPlato,â Lillie said. She laughed slightly and blinked her wet eyes.
âHe said you was called Lillie, but he said he give you another name tooâone he said was more suited to you.â
âQuashee?â Lillie asked, her throat choking.
Henry nodded. âChild born on a Sunday,â he said. Lillie merely nodded, not trusting herself to speak. âSo what do you reckon I can do for you, Quashee, girl?â
âYou can help us get free before the slave traders come to take my brother,â Lillie answered plainly. âWe was sâposed to be freed no matter whether Papa come back from the war or not. But now they say we canât cause oâ some lie about a bag oâ coins he had when he died. The Master has âem now and he aims to keep âemâand keep us too.â
âIt werenât no lie,â Henry said softly.
âPapa didnât steal no coins!â Lillie snapped.
âI didnât say he stole coins. But he had coins. Went off to a farmhouse about two or three miles from the battlefield to fetch bandages one day; come back with a purse full oâ Yankee money. He showed it to me plain and admitted he got it from the farmer; wouldnât never tell me how.â
âSo he didnât say he took it?â Lillie said.
âSome things donât need sayinâ.â
âThat woulda.â
âYou think a Southern farmer gonna give a slave man a bag oâ gold?â
âMy papa werenât no thief!â Lillie repeated.
âAll right, then,â Henry said, spreading his hands. âAinât no way oâ knowing anyhow, seeinâ as your papaâs dead.â
âBut there is a way.â
âHow?â
âYou could ask the farmer.â
âThe farmerâs in Mississippi,â Henry said. âWeâs in South Carolina. I donât got a wagon, and I ainât gonna hop there on my one good
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