If I did Iâd have to tell you. And how could I do that? Mad, youâd say I was. Andâ my worst fear of allâyou could be right. How could I say anything would make you think youâre married to a madman?â
âAre we both gone off with our heads, then?â
âIf so, at least weâre together.â He guffawed. Kitty, too, allowed herself a small bit of laughter, but it was more than mildly nervous.
âThe old tales tell they were innocent,â he said, âand knew nothing of the gunpowder. So if theyâre here, is the gunpowder here as well?â
âItâs something letâs hope never to know.â
âAnd no one sees them but us? Or does everyone see them and not say, for the same fear as oursâthat theyâd be branded as gone off?â
âTaddy and BridâI told you, they were at our wedding feast. I saw them. And probably you did, too. But Maude McCloskey didnât. I described them, what they wore, how handsome they were. It disturbed her, that much I know, and nothing disturbs Maude McCloskey. There was something she wanted to say, but she couldnât say it. And Maude never shuts up. If she didnât see them, no one sees them. Except us.â
âBut why ⦠?â
âWhen you have the answer to that one, will you let me know?â
âAnd you the same: youâll tell me, wonât you?â
Kittyâs eyes softened as she looked at her husband. âIâm a woman with no secrets left. Since Iâve told you what Iâve told you now, Iâll tell you anything.â She paused and raised her right eyebrow. âUnless, of course, I decide not to.â
âGood. Then I neednât feel bad if I do the same.â
âYou wouldnât. Hold back, I mean.â
Kieran shrugged, got up from the stool, and reverently put the harp back where heâd found it. Before he had withdrawn his hands completely, still bending, he looked up at Kitty and said, âAre they always with us whether we see them or not?â
Kitty, whoâd been running her right hand over the frame of the loom, gave a quick glance to her right, then to her left, then looked down at her hand. âIâI donât know. I never considered it.â
âCould they be here now? In this room!â He made a particular effort not to look around.
âNo. I donât think so.â
âBut you arenât sure.â
âIâm not sure of anything anymore.â
âMay I ask a delicate question?â
âAsk it and Iâll tell you if you can or not.â
âWhen you and Iâwhen weâre togetherâjust the two of usâare theyâdo theyâin our room at night and in the morning?â
Kitty pulled her shoulders, her head, and part of her upper torso a full foot back as if withdrawing from the subject itself. âI hadnât thought of that.â
âWell, think about it now.â
âBut surely they wouldnâtâI mean, why would theyâ thereâat a time like that! No. Of course theyâre not there!â
âYouâre sure.â
âItâs a terrible thing to think.â
âYes. Terrible.â
âShouldnât we just ignoreââ
âMaybe you can. But can I?â
âBut why would the two of them be spying on us? Theyâre not here for that. Are they?â
âThen why are they here?â
Kitty sat down at the loom, unable to answer. With her foot, she worked the treadle up and down. She said nothing. She looked only at her hand on the breast beam, the treadle sending it back and forth. Finally she spoke, but continued the motion. Her speech was hesitant, as if she were giving voice to confusing thoughts as they came to her from some distant region within herself. âThey have their being elsewhere. In eternity. Love is theirs. But joy and peace are yet to come. Some part of themselves separates
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