ffered； he cried out silently； they suffered； and I did it to them； I betrayed them。 That's what the Shining Man came to show me。 I made the roaches trust me； but then I cheated them and sent them to die。 I've done murder。
No； not murder！ Who ever heard of roach…killing being murder？ Nobody in the whole world would call it that。
But it didn't matter what other folks thought of it； Al knew that。 The Shining Man had e to show him that murder was murder。
And now the Shining Man was gone。 The light was gone from the room； and when Al opened his eyes； there was no one in the room but Cally； fast asleep。 Too late even to beg forgiveness。 In pure misery Al Junior closed his eyes and cried some more。
How long was it？ A few seconds？ Or did Alvin doze off and not notice the passage of a much longer time？ Never mind how long the light came back。 Once again it came into him； not just through his eyes； but piercing clear to his heart； whispering to him； calming him。 Again Alvin opened his eyes and looked at the face of the Shining Man； waiting for him to speak。 When he said nothing； Alvin thought it was his turn； and so he stammered out the words； so weak pared to the feelings in his heart。 〃I'm sorry； I'll never do it again； I'll〃
He was babbling； he knew it； couldn't even hear himself speak he was so upset。 But the light grew brighter for a moment； and he felt a question in his mind。 Not a word was spoke； mind you； but he knew that the Shining Man wanted him to say what it was he was sorry for。
And when he thought about it； Alvin wasn't altogether sure what all was wrong。 Sure it wasn't the killing itself you could starve to death if you didn't slaughter a pig now and then； and it wasn't hardly murder when a weasel killed himself a mouse； was it？
Then the light pushed at him again； and he saw another vision。 Not roaches this time。 Now he saw the image of a Red man； kneeling before a deer； calling it to e and die； the deer came； all trembling and its eyes wide； the way they are when they're scared。 It knew it was ing to die。 The Red loosed him an arrow； and there it stood； quivering in the doe's flank。 Her legs wobbled。 She fell。 And Alvin knew that in this vision there wasn't no sin at all； because dying and killing； they were both just a part of life。 The Red was doing right； and so was the deer； both acting according to their natural law。
So if the evil he done wasn't the death of the roaches； what was it？ The power he had？ His knack for making things go just where he wanted； making them break just in the right place； understanding how things ought to be and helping them get that way？ He'd found that right useful； as he made and fixed the things a boy makes and fixes in a rough country household。 He could fit the two pieces of a broken hoe handle； fit them so tight that they joined forever without glue or tack。 Or two pieces of torn leather； he didn't even have to stitch them； and when he tied a knot in string or rope； it stayed tied。 It was the same knack he used with the roaches。 Making them understand how things was supposed to be； and then they did what he wanted。 Was that his sin； that knack of his？
The Shining Man heard his question before he even found words for it。 Here came the push of light； and another vision。 This time he saw himself pressing his hands against a stone； and the stone melted like butter under his hands； came out in just the shape he wanted； smooth and whole； fell from the side of the mountain and rolled away； a perfect ball； a perfect sphere； growing and growing until it was a whole world； shaped just the way his hands had made it； with trees and grass springing up on its face； and animals running and leaping and flying and swimming and crawling and burrowing on and above and within the ball of stone that he had made。 No； it wasn't a terrible power； it was a glorious one； if he only knew how to use it。
Well if it ain't the dying and it ain't the knack； what did I do wrong？
This time the Shining Man didn't show him a thing。 This time Alvin didn't see no burst of light； there wasn't a vision at all。 Instead the answer just came； not from the Shining Man but from inside his own self。 One second he felt too stupid ever to understand his own wickedness； and then the next second he saw it all as clear as could be。
It wasn't the roaches dying； and it wasn't the fact he made them do it。 It was the fact that he made them do it just to suit his own pleasure。 He told them it was for their own good； but it wasn't so； it was for Alvin's benefit alone。 Harming his sisters； more than harming the roaches； and all so Alvin could lie in his bed shaking with laughter because he got even The Shining Man heard the thoughts of Alvin's heart； yes sir； and Al Junior saw a fire leap from his gleaming eye and strike him in the heart。 He had guessed it。 He was right。
So Alvin made the most solemn promise of his whole life； right then and there。 He had a knack； and he'd use it； but there was rules in things like that； rules that he would follow even if it killed him。 〃I'll never use it for myself again；〃 said Alvin Junior。 And when he said the words he felt like his heart was on fire； it burned so hot inside。
The Shining Man disappeared again。
Alvin lay back； slid down under the blanket； exhausted from weeping； weary with relief。 He'd done a bad thing； that was so。 But as long as he kept this oath he made； as long as he only used his knack to help other people and never ever used it to help himself； why then he would be a good boy and didn't need to be ashamed。 He felt lightheaded the way you do ing out of a fever； and that was about right； he had been healed of the wickedness that grew inside him for a spell。 He thought of himself laughing when he'd just caused death for his own pleasure； and he was ashamed； but that shame was tempered； it was softened； cause he knew that it would never happen again。
As he lay there； Alvin once again felt the light grow in the room。 But this time it didn't e from a single source。 Not from the Shining Man at all。 This time when he opened his eyes he realized the light was ing from himself。 His own hands were shining； his own face must be glowing the way the Shining Man had。 He threw off his covers and saw that his whole body glowed with light so dazzling he couldn't hardly bear to look at himself； except that he also couldn't bear to look anywhere else。 Is this me？ he thought。
No； not me。 I'm shining like this because I've also got to do something。 Just like the Shining Man did something for me； I've got something to do； too。 But who am I supposed to do it for？
There was the Shining Man； visible again at the foot of his bed； but not shining no more。 Now Al Junior realized that he knew this man。 It was Lolla…Wossiky； that one…eyed whisky…Red who got himself baptized a few days ago； still wearing the White man's clothes they gave him when he turned Christian。 With the light inside him now； Alvin saw clearer than he ever did before。 He saw that it wasn't likker that poisoned this poor Red man； and it wasn't losing one eye that crippled him。 It was something much darker； something growing like a mold inside his head。
The Red man took three steps and knelt beside the bed； his face only a little way from Alvin's eyes。 What do you want from me？ What am I supposed to do？
For the first time； the man opened his eyes and spoke。 〃Make all things whole；〃 he said。 A second later； Al Junior realized that the man had said it in his Red language。 Shaw…Nee； he remembered； from what the grown…ups said when he was baptized。 But Al had understood it plain as if it was the Lord Protector's own English。 Make all things whole。
Well； that was Al's knack； wasn't it？ Fixing things； making things go the way they were supposed to。 Trouble was； he didn't even half understand how he did it； and he surely had no idea how to fix something that was alive。
Maybe； though； he didn't have to understand。 Maybe he just had to act。 So he lifted his hand； reached out as careful as he could； and touched Lolla…Wossiky's cheek； under the broken eye。 No； that wasn't right。 He raised his finger until it touched the slack eyelid where the Red man's