The Lighthouse Road(70)

Thea turned to face Rebekah. She felt her eyes welling. But it was not sadness stirring in her. On the contrary, it was elation, as though her privation this last half year was being rewarded, as though her meager life was now as large as these woods and wide waters.



Now the baby kicked. She set her needlepoint down and rested her hand on the wiggling child. She closed her eyes in a kind of ecstasy and thought only of the feeling coming up into her hands. When the tremors ceased she took her hand from her belly and wiped her eyes and looked out the window onto the harbor and the Lighthouse Road. There was traffic in and outside the marina, like Hammerfest during the fishing season.



While she sat there a thirty-foot boat flying a Canadian ensign entered the safe water. She stood at the window as it motored along the breakwater to the Lighthouse Road. An officer of the North-West Mounted Police stepped ashore and tied the boat fore and aft to the cleats on the road. Two other Mounties stepped from the boat and were greeted by the county constable, whose shabby garb cut a marked contrast to the sharp red coats of the Canadians.



The four of them stood on the Lighthouse Road and lit their pipes and seemed as jolly as they were official, and after several minutes one of the Mounties stepped back aboard the boat and disappeared belowdecks. Thea could not say why, but an uneasy feeling had settled on her and to quell it she put both of her hands on her belly. The Mountie emerged again, this time trailing his prisoner. Thea knew who that shackled man was by the gooseflesh on her arms.





It was late in the afternoon when Hosea came. Thea had been feeling qualmish since she'd watched the captive come up the Lighthouse Road earlier that day, and when Hosea stepped into the kitchen and said softly, "Miss Eide, Curtis Mayfair has sent word that the unlikely capture of Joshua Smith has come to pass. The Canadian authorities have brought him here. He wishes to interview Smith before he's extradited to Duluth."



He went to her side and continued, "He'd like to speak with you as

well. He's summoning Selmer Gunnarson to help with the testimony." He paused, looked at her. "Do you understand? You might have to see Smith."



"I'll go with her," Rebekah said. "I'll help her get herself together."



"I'll go with you as well," Hosea said. "I'll meet you both downstairs in five minutes."



Rebekah took Thea to their bedchambers. She closed the door behind them and held Thea's hands and said, "You understand what's happening?"



Thea shook her hands free and went to her bed. She lay down on the bed and curled into a ball, her hands resting on her stomach. And she might have wept for fear or sadness or loneliness, but the baby kicked, and whatever else she felt vanished, was replaced with a new pride and purpose.



"He cannot touch you here. He cannot hurt you again," Rebekah said.



Since the night of the wolves every unexpected shadow had caused her to flinch, but now she felt ready to face that man.



"Do you understand?" Rebekah repeated.



Thea stood, pressed her eyes, and walked to the door in answer.





The magistrate's chambers had been rearranged since Thea's last visit. The captain's chairs that had previously sat in a half circle before his desk now sat behind two tables facing each other. There was a lamp on each table and on the table opposite Thea there were papers and a leather valise. She'd been brought into the empty room and told to wait while Hosea and the constable left through a door behind the magistrate's desk. The room was hot with the afternoon sun and in the gingham dress she wore Thea began to perspire. She removed a handkerchief from her sleeve and daubed her forehead. She pulled a chair from beneath the empty table and sat down.

It must have been a half hour before Curtis Mayfair and Hosea and the constable returned. Mayfair was dressed now in a linen shirt with a fine collar and a pair of seersucker trousers, the matching coat of which hung over the back of his chair. Spectacles sat low on his nose and magnified the pouches beneath his eyes. He looked spent in every way, but when he spoke it was with much energy.



"Miss Eide, very good to see you again. Hosea tells me you've been studying English, is that so?"



Thea looked at Hosea and back at Mayfair and nodded. "Yes," she said.



"Selmer Gunnarson is on his way just in case we need help with your testimony. Do you understand?"



Again Thea nodded. Again she said, "Yes."



The magistrate took a deep breath and shifted in his chair. He removed his pocket watch and checked the time and shook his head. To Hosea he said, "It's as though the time of day held no consequence to these people. Old Gunnarson's got so much going on he can't make his appointments?"