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Show Page 198 into his eyes and clotted there, so I could not tell if they were open or closed. But his mouth was gaped wide-as though he still called my name. As the dirt Robert began to shovel over Richard filled the open mouth, covered the sightless eyes, I began to scream. I did not halt till John struck me a blow across my face, turning my screams to tears. Only then I noticed he, too, wept. "Do you think ours was the only settlement to be attacked?" one of the men asked after Richard had been buried and a few words said over him. Harwood shook his head. He raised his arm and pointed downriver to Mulberry Island, upriver to Archer's Hope, then across the river to Hogg Island, to Lawne's Plantation. At each point thin spirals of smoke curled into the sky. "Who knows how many yet live," he said. "The treachery was well done." By that time a few other benumbed survivors had crept from their hiding places to join us, none of them people I knew very well. We numbered about a dozen. "Anne and Cisly!" I gasped at last, for it was the first time I had thought of them all the long day. "We will take a count of the dead in the town this day," Harwood said, overhearing me. "If all is quiet in the days to come, we will check for survivors in the outlying dwellings, though I fear Mope is small." He then tried to send me and |
