Lincoln in the Bardo

roger bevins iii Boy and father must interact.

hans vollman This interaction must enlighten the boy; must permit or encourage him to go.

roger bevins iii Or all was lost.

the reverend everly thomas Why do you delay? Mr. Vollman said to the boy.

roger bevins iii The lad drew a deep breath, prepared, it seemed, to enter, finally, and be instructed.

hans vollman





LXVIII.

Only, then: bad luck.

roger bevins iii

A lantern-light appeared in the darkness.

hans vollman

Mr. Manders.

The nightwatchman.

roger bevins iii

Who approached looking as he always looks when among us: timorous, somewhat bemused by his own timorousness, eager to return to the guardhouse.

the reverend everly thomas

We were fond of Manders, who kept his courage up on these rounds by calling out to us congenially, assuring us that things “out there” were as they had been; i.e., eating, loving, brawling, births, binges, grudges, all still proceeded apace. Some nights he would mention his children— roger bevins iii

Philip, Mary, Jack.

hans vollman

And tell us how they were doing.

roger bevins iii

We appreciated these reports rather more than might be expected, given the facetious spirit in which they were delivered.

hans vollman

As he came tonight, he called for a “Mr. Lincoln,” now and then amending that form of address to “Mr. President.”

the reverend everly thomas

Though we were fond of Manders— hans vollman

His timing was terrible.

the reverend everly thomas

Awful.

roger bevins iii

The worst.

hans vollman

He calls for my father, said the boy, who still stood weakly against the doorside wall.

Your father is President? the Reverend inquired wryly.

He is, the boy said.

Of? the Reverend asked.

The United States, the boy said.

It is true, I said to the Reverend. He is President. Much time has passed. There is a state called Minnesota.

We are at war, said Mr. Vollman. At war with ourselves. The cannons are greatly improved.

Soldiers bivouac within the Capitol, I said.

We saw it all, said Mr. Vollman.

When we were there within him, I said.

roger bevins iii

Mr. Manders stepped through the doorway, lantern blazing in that confined space.

hans vollman

What had been dark was now brightly lit; we could discern the nicks and divots in the stone walls and the wrinkles in Mr. Lincoln’s coat.

roger bevins iii

The pale sunken features of the lad’s sick-form.

hans vollman

As it lay there within the— the reverend everly thomas

Sick-box.

hans vollman

Ah, Manders said. Here you are. Sir.

Yes, Mr. Lincoln said.

Terribly sorry to intrude, Manders said. I thought—I thought you might require a light. For the walk back.

Getting rather lengthily to his feet, Mr. Lincoln shook Manders’s hand.

roger bevins iii

Seeming ill at ease.

hans vollman

Embarrassed, perhaps, to be found here.

the reverend everly thomas

Kneeling in front of his son’s sick-box.

hans vollman

Open sick-box.

the reverend everly thomas

Mr. Manders’s eyes involuntarily drifted past Mr. Lincoln, to the contents.

hans vollman

Mr. Lincoln inquired as to how, without his light, Mr. Manders would find his way back. Mr. Manders said that, though he preferred the light, being somewhat squeamish, still, he knew this place like the back of his hand. Mr. Lincoln offered that, if Mr. Manders would give him just a moment more, they might return together. Mr. Manders acceded, and stepped outside.

roger bevins iii

A catastrophe.

the reverend everly thomas

They had not interacted at all.

hans vollman

Nothing had yet occurred, that might benefit the boy.

roger bevins iii

Still the lad did not come forward.

hans vollman

But only continued to lean against the wall, frozen by fear.

the reverend everly thomas

But then we saw that it was not fear at all.

The wall behind him had liquefied, and tendrils had come forth, and four or five now encircled his waist: a hideous crawling belt, holding him fast.

roger bevins iii

We needed time, to get him free.

hans vollman

Must somehow delay the gentleman’s departure.

the reverend everly thomas

I looked at Mr. Bevins.

He looked at me.

hans vollman

We saw what must be done.

roger bevins iii

We had the power. To persuade.

hans vollman

Had done it, even within the hour.

roger bevins iii

Mr. Bevins was younger, possessed of multiple (very strong) arms; whereas I, naked and constantly interfered with by my massive disability, was not well-suited to the strenuous labor that would be required to free the lad.

So in I went, into Mr. Lincoln, alone.

hans vollman





LXIX.

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