The Ask and the Answer (Page 5)

I turn back into the room.

My eyes are adjusting to the fading light but there don’t seem to be nothing here anyway but boards and a faint stink. The bell ropes dangle about two metres from any side. I look up to see where they’re tied fast to the bells to make ’em chime. I squint down into the hole but it’s too dark to see clearly what might be at the bottom. Probably just hard brick.

Two metres ain’t that much at all, tho. You could jump it easy and grab onto a rope to climb yer way down.

But then–

“It’s quite ingenious, really,” says a voice from the far corner.

I jerk back, fists up, my Noise spiking. A man is standing up from where he was sitting, another Noiseless man.

Except–

“If you try to escape by climbing down the ropes left so temptingly available,” he continues, “every person in town is going to know about it.”

“Who are you?” I say, my stomach high and light but my fists clenching.

“Yes,” he says. “I could tell you weren’t from Haven.” He steps away from the corner, letting light catch his face. I see a blackened eye and a cut lip that looks like it’s only just scabbed over. No bandages spared for him, obviously. “Funny how quickly one forgets the loudness of it,” he says, almost to himself.

He’s a small man, shorter than me, wider, too, older than Ben tho not by much, but I can also see he’s soft all over, soft even in his face. A softness I could beat if I had to.

“Yes,” he says, “I imagine you could.”

“Who are you?” I say again.

“Who am I?” repeats the man softly, then raises his voice like he’s playing at something. “I am Con Ledger, my boy. Mayor of Haven.” He smiles in a dazed way. “But not Mayor of New Prentisstown.” He shakes his head a little as he looks at me. “We even gave the refugees the cure when they started pouring in.”

And then I see that his smile ain’t a smile, it’s a wince.

“Good God, boy,” he says. “How Noisy you are.”

“I ain’t a boy,” I say, my fists still up.

“I completely fail to see how that’s any sort of point.”

I got ten million things I wanna say but my curiosity wins out first. “So there is a cure then? For the Noise?”

“Oh, yes,” he says, his face twitching a bit at me, like he’s tasting something bad. “Native plant with a natural neurochemical mixed with a few things we could synthesize and there you go. Quiet falls at last on New World.”

“Not all of New World.”

“No, well,” he says, turning to look out the rectangle with his hands clasped behind his back. “It’s very hard to make, isn’t it? A long and slow process. We only got it right late last year and that was after twenty years of trying. We made enough for ourselves and were just on the point of starting to export it when . . .”

He trails off, looking firmly out onto the town below.

“When you surrendered,” I say, my Noise rumbling, low and red. “Like cowards.”

He turns back to me, the wincing smile gone, way gone. “And why should the opinion of a boy matter to me?”

“I ain’t a boy,” I say again and are my fists still clenched? Yes, they are.

“Clearly you are,” he says, “for a man would know the necessary choices that have to be made when one is facing one’s oblivion.”

I narrow my eyes. “You ain’t got nothing you can teach me bout oblivion.”

He blinks a little, seeing the truth of it in my Noise as if it were bright flashes trying to blind him, and then his stance slumps. “Forgive me,” he says. “This isn’t me.” He puts a hand up to his face and rubs it, smarting at the bruise around his eye. “Yesterday, I was the benevolent Mayor of a beautiful town.” He seems to laugh at some private joke. “But that was yesterday.”

“How many people in Haven?” I say, not quite ready to let it go.

He looks over at me. “Boy–”

“My name is Todd Hewitt,” I say. “You can call me Mr. Hewitt.”

“He promised us a new beginning–”

“Even I know he’s a liar. How many people?”

He sighs. “Including refugees, three thousand, three hundred.”

“The army ain’t a third that size,” I say. “You coulda fought.”

“Women and children,” he says. “Farmers.”

“Women and children fought in other towns. Women and children died.”

He steps forward, his face getting stormy. “Yes, and now the women and children of this city will not die! Because I reached a peace!”

“A peace that blacked yer eye,” I say. “A peace that split yer lip.”

He looks at me for another second and then gives a sad snort. “The words of a sage,” he says, “in the voice of a hick.”

And he turns back to look out the opening.

Which is when I notice the low buzz.

Asking marks fill my Noise but before I can open my mouth, the Mayor, the old Mayor, says, “Yes, that’s me you hear.”

“You?” I say. “What about the cure?”

“Would you give your conquered enemy his favourite medicine?”

I lick my upper lip. “It comes back? The Noise?”

“Oh, yes.” He turns to me again. “If you don’t take your daily dose, it most definitely comes back.” He returns to his corner and slowly sits himself down. “You’ll notice there are no toilets,” he says. “I apologize in advance for the unpleasantness.”

I watch him sit, my Noise still rattling red and sore and full of askings.

“It was you, if I’m not mistaken?” he says. “This morning? The one who the town was cleared for, the one the new President greeted himself on horseback?”

I don’t answer him. But my Noise does.

“So, who are you then, Todd Hewitt?” he says. “What makes you so special?”

Now that, I think, is a very good asking.

Night falls quick and full, Mayor Ledger saying less and less and fidgeting more and more till he finally can’t stand it and starts to pace. All the while, his buzz gets louder till even if we wanted to talk, we’d have to shout to do it.

I stand at the front of the tower and watch the stars come out, night covering the valley below.

And I’m thinking and I’m trying not to think cuz when I do, my stomach turns and I feel sick, or my throat clenches and I feel sick, or my eyes wet and I feel sick.