Goodparley said, “Wel may be. Any how it dont matter now. That yeller boy is luce now and ½ of it with us.”
I said, “All that what you said about the Punch show wer that jus to get the yellerboy stoan out of there?”
He said, “No it wernt. I wantit to hol on to it the same as you but what I said about the Punch show wer strait it jus happent youd put the 2 of them to gether.”
I said, “Theres a Power in it right a nuff look how it made the 2 of us get it a way from them others.”
Goodparley said, “O wel you cant help trying to shortin the odds longs youre a live but Im so tiret Riddley. Too many Drop Johns on me by now. After a wyl its all jus 1 girt big Littl Shyning Man nor you cant put him to gether. O them dretful Eusa faces. Wel Orfing he ben all ways fealing bad for them now heres his chance to make it right with them. Granser Drop Johning me and all. Wel why not. The old man never dyd nor the boy never be come a man. Every thing is stil where it wer may be when I grow up Iwl be Pry Mincer.”
On we gone roading thru the dark and rain roading for the aulders and the chard coal berning. In your mynd places be come the name of what happent in them. Like Iwd say in my mynd “befor Cambry” or “after Cambry” meaning befor or after what happent there. Thinking on the aulders it wer a jumbl of words and picters all mixt up. All kynds of diffrent things in it when I said “the aulders” in my head. Like what the Ardshipd said about his dead father: “I can feal him in me when its moving I can feal him in me when its stil.” Why that? May be becaws the aulders put me in mynd of seed of the berning and hart of the chyld. The berning chyld and the dead father may be its all 1 thing. And Goodparley trying all them long years to man for his self that wer part of it the same. With Granser and the bloody meat and boan.
So roading thru that rainy dark my mynd wer saying to its self: Now for the aulders. Saying the name of what wer going to be yet not knowing what itwd be. Jus saying that over and over: Now for the aulders.
We wernt doing no mor talking we sunk in to a sylents. It wer slow going Goodparley wernt up to much by then. Hed had like a hy after they blyndit him. Hy on stil being a live nor not being Pry Mincer no Mor. Hy in some kynd of way on being blyn. 1ce that begun to wear off he be come a plain woondit man slow and herting.
Time we come over the Bundel Downs it wer broad in the day. Stil raining it wer. Looking down from the hy groun in to the aulders you cud see in to the chard coal berners fents. Smoak and steam coming up in the rain from the harts and huts all huddelt they wer crouching in the wood like girt old shaggy wet naminals sleaping. The harts with roun backs and the huts with humps. Beyont them you cud see the rivver you cud hear it running hy in the col grey rainy morning.
I cud see a littl fire going unner a littl humpy roof on poals and a chard coal berner sqwatting by it with his back to us. He stood up and ternt roun it wer Granser. We come down off the hy groun to the fents it wer jus thin poals and flimsy for easy moving made in seckshins and peggit to gether it wernt much mor solid nor a fit up you cud pernearve kickt it down and dogs cud cernlyve got unner it easy a nuff. Coarse that dint make no diffrents to Granser. I wunnert if all them chard coal berners wer dog frendy. I stood at the gate and callt, “Trubba not.”
Gransers face come up over the top of the fents he had his neck stretcht out and looking at us hard. He said, “Is that who I think it is? Is that who I ben waiting for so long?”
Goodparley said, “You know it is you stinking crows meat and glad you are to see me brung down aint you.”
Granser opent to us the dogs dint try to come in they rathert keap on the out side of the fents. Granser throwing his arms roun Goodparley he wer hugging him and kissing him and muching over him he wer saying, “O my poor boy my poor poor boy my poor old boy.”
Goodparley said, “Yes you rottin old barset its your poor old boy and youre in joy of it aint you youre getting a hard on from it you filfy old thing why dint I do a parper job of it when I stuck that knife in you.”
Granser said, “Becaws you never wantit to kil me o no you dint want to do your old Granser dead you dint want to Drop John him you lovit your old Granser too much for that you wantit me to live. Which I knowit that and I knowit youwd come back to me 1 day my poor dear boy.”
Goodparley said, “Be you going to healf me or you going to stan there wanking?”
Granser said, “Iwl see you right dear boy you neadnt worry. Whatve they done to you whatve they done to my poor old Abel?”
Goodparley said, “Theyve put my eyes out Granser I cant see no mor Iwl never see nothing no mor.” He begun to cry then.
Granser said, “Never you mynd Abel Iwl look out for you youre hoam now you can res easy from now on.” He took him in to a littl hump back hut then I lef them to it and going down by the rivver for the loan of my thots.
