Tom Piccirilli: Emerald Hell

Black wings, they flew into the night toward the rim of the heavens.

Brother Jester, slave to God's noblest efforts, who had returned to the town of Enigma but found his destiny in a nameless swamp village, who had lived and died, now lived again as an ailing, lonely man. He was thankful for the chance. On his knees, he rocked back and forth and hid his face in shame. "Lord, the things I done, the things I done-"

Lament had nearly passed out on his feet, and Hellboy helped him to stand. "You need to rest."

"These damn ribs."

Sarah and her child moved out of the shanty doorway to join them, and the swamp folk stepped from their homes and watched the proceedings, close by but afraid there was still a reckoning due among these powerful few.

Fishboy Lenny swam up and circled Deeter's corpse.

"Okay," Hellboy said, "so what do we do with Jester now?"

Lament said, "Grounds soaked in miracles. Swamp's full of flung-aside crutches. The lame walked here. The deaf heard the word. The blind saw a vision of God. That has meaning. Worth."

"Despite all the trouble he's caused?" Hellboy asked. He wasn't being dissident, he was simply stating a point. "He murdered his own wife. He almost killed you when you were a kid."

"Not in spite of, just sayin' it's the case. He has his role to play for the greater good."

"How do you know?"

Eyes wide, Lament seemed surprised Hellboy would ask such a question. "Because we all do."

"Oh. So what should be done with him now?"

"I don't reckon I know for sure. What's your feelings?"

A dark preacher, once a good man and then a half-demon, burdened with a knowledge he shouldn't have had, fighting himself and trying to forgive himself, and always failing before the faces of angels. Hellboy-who knew a little about what it was like to be burdened with a dual life-didn't know how this situation should play out.

"Let him find his way back to salvation," Sarah said, pressing her face to the bundle in her arms.

Most of the time when Hellboy was done fighting something, that something lay in a pile of rubble or oozing in the sunlight. He wasn't sure what to do with an enemy who was still walking around at the end.

"Okay, so we let him go."

Lament asked, "You sure about that, son?"

"No. But he's not a dead man anymore. Now he's as full of confusion and regret as anybody. It won't be hard to beat him again, if we have to."

"I s'pect you're right about that."

Hellboy walked over and bent down to Brother Jester, and helped the feeble, starved old man to his feet. He said, "Just remember what I said about sinning, or I'll come back and do more than just knock your hat off next time."

"Thank you," Jester said. He kissed Hellboy's right hand, turned, walked into the merciful gloom of the emerald hell, and was gone except for one last quivering word.

" Brother ."

Hellboy came to the crossroads.

It was mid-afternoon, but the day had been a little rainy, and now as it warmed the mist drifted in off the deep acreage of sugarcane.

He and Lament had spent almost a week in the swamp village, recuperating, enjoying each other's company, and building houses that wouldn't get pushed over in a strong wind.

He'd first played baseball in 1947, but he pretended he didn't know the rules so that the village kids could show him how it was done. They found a flat dry meadow and the pumpkin-headed kid pitched, the insectoid kid was umpire, and Fishboy Lenny played shortstop. Lenny could really smother the ball.

Ma'am McCulver prepared huge meals, and the night before they left they had another genuine hootenanny that wasn't fouled by any uninvited guests or troubles-Leaving Hortense and Becky Sue behind in the village, where the girls wanted to stay for a while longer with their newborns, Hellboy, Lament, and Sarah said their goodbyes to the swamp folk at dawn and decided, without saying so aloud, to leave together.

They walked to the creek where the Ferris boys' stolen skiff had been beached on the shore and climbed in.

Hellboy was getting used to stobbing and rowing, and followed Sarah's easy directions through the blackwater. Every so often the sound of a loon or an egret would draw his attention to the slough.

On occasion the baby would cough or cry, a vast and lovely sound that filled the stillness.

They picnicked on a bramble island and ate a fine meal of griddle cakes and bacon that Lament cooked. Afterward, Lament played his mouth-harp and Sarah sang along, and with the morning moving away rapidly they were soon back in Enigma.

They were mostly quiet as they hiked the backroads of town, the hush broken only occasionally by a pickup rumbling by. No one offered to give them a ride, and Hellboy didn't think they'd take one anyway. He'd been worried about Sarah being on her feet for so long, but she seemed to enjoy the exercise as the day grew hotter.

"You come up with a name for the little one yet?" Hellboy asked.

"We're thinking of Lila," Sarah said. "After my mother."

He thought on it for a moment, wagged a finger under the infant's chin, and said, "I like it."

Without acknowledgment, but with a deeper understanding of what had to happen next, they walked until the Nail mansion came into view.

This time, the moment Hellboy stepped onto Nail land, he noticed a lifting of the atmosphere. He glanced up at the row of large windows above and saw that none of the six lovely pale women were staring down at him.

Lament turned to Hellboy and told him,"Bliss Nails her daddy, and she deserves a family, now that the folks who raised her are gone. A family besides me and the baby, a'course. She's got six sisters to gab with now. And ole Bliss Nail gonna have to cough up some of his coffers and quit livin' in the blood of the past. Someone's gotta help pay the bills at Mrs. Hoopkins's peanut farm and take care of the girls."

Hellboy nodded at that and stayed back a bit on the front walkway while Sarah and Lament continued up to the door. Lament spun and said, "What's this?"

"I've got to go."

"You ain't comin' in?"

"It's not my place, John."

"You're wrong about that. You're a friend, and a friend is always welcome."

"Thanks, but you're all a family now, and need time to work things out yourselves."

Sarah moved to him, hugged Mm, and said,"It's only thanks to you we ever come away from that place intact. We owe you our hearts."

"You don't owe me anything."

"I reckon we'll run into one another somewhere down the line, son."

Lament held his hand out and Hellboy shook it. "Mayhap we will," Hellboy said, and that got both of them grinning.

He watched them step inside, the man, woman, and child, and after a moment heard a swelling of voices and laughter. He didn't even want to bother Bliss Nail and ask for the bus ticket to New York.

As he listened to them, the family meeting in celeb ration, Waldridge the houseman silently appeared at his elbow.

"Shouldn't you be in there tending to things?" Hellboy asked. Still in his cap and white gloves, Waldridge said, "I'n dead this time. Don't be concerned with me none though, I'll be leaving this earth presently. I just wanted to hear the ladies speak for a while first, and see the new miss come home."

"Well," Hellboy said, "thanks for telling me."

"I knowed you was worried about it."

"Did you at least go peacefully?"

"Happened on the way back from droppin' you off at Mrs. Hoopkins's peanut farm. Heart just stopped workin' at the wheel."

"Did you crack up the Packard?"

"Bite off your tongue, son," Waldridge said. "I eased that car to a slow, full stop with my very last breath."