who truly love the Black man, for only you are willing to take responsibility for these wayward children and help them progress on the road to full humanity."
"You may be a Presbyterian, Reverend Thrower, but you know the true religion."
"I'm glad to know I'm in the home of a godly man, Brother Cavil."
"I hope I am your brother, Reverend Thrower."
And that's how the talk went on, the two of them liking each other better and better as the evening wore. By nightfall, when they sat on the porch cooling off, Cavil began to think he had met the first man to whom he might tell some part of his great secret.
Cavil tried to bring it up casual. "Reverend Thrower, do you think the Lord God speaks to any men today?"
Thrower's voice got all solemn. "I know He does."
"Do you think He might even speak to a common man like me?"
"You mustn't hope for it, Brother Cavil," said Thrower, "for the Lord goes where He will, and not where we wish. Yet I do know that it's possible for even the humblest man to have a - visitor."
Cavil felt a trembling in his belly. Why, Thrower sounded like he already knew Cavil's secret. But still he didn't blurt it out all at once. "You know what I think?" said Cavil. "I think that the Lord God can't appear in his true form, because his glory would kill a natural man."
"Oh, indeed," said Thrower. "As when Moses craved a vision of the Lord, and the Lord covered his eyes with His hand, only letting Moses see His back parts as he passed by."
"I mean, what if a man like me saw the Lord Jesus himself, only not looking like any painting of him, but instead looking like an overseer. I reckon that a man sees only what will make him understand the power of God, not the true majesty of the Lord."
Thrower nodded wisely. "It may well be," he said. "That's a plausible explanation. Or it might be that you only saw an angel."
There it was - that simple. From "what if a man like me" to Thrower saying "you saw an angel." That's how much alike these two men were. So Cavil told the whole story, for the first time ever, near seven years after it happened.
When he was done, Thrower took his hand and held it in a brotherly grip, looking him in the eye with a fierce-looking kind of expression. "To think of your sacrifice, mingling your flesh with that of these Black women, in order to serve the Lord. How many children?"
"Twenty-five that got born alive. You helped me bury the twenty-sixth inside Salimandy's belly this evening."
"Where are all these hopeful half-White youngsters?"
"Oh, that's half the labor I'm doing," said Cavil. "Till the Fugitive Slave Treaty, I used to sell them all south as soon as I could, so they'd grow up there and spread White blood throughout the Crown Colonies. Each one will be a missionary through his seed. Of course, the last few I've kept here. It ain't the safest thing, neither, Reverend Thrower. All my breeding-age stock is pure Black, and folks are bound to wonder where these mixup children come from. So far, though, my overseer, Lashman, he keeps his mouth shut if he notices, and nobody else ever sees them."
Thrower nodded, but it was plain his mind was on something else. "Only twenty-five of these children?"
"It's the best I could do," said Cavil. "Even a Black woman can't make a baby right off after a birthing. "
"I meant - you see, I also had a visitation. It's the reason why I came here, came touring through Appalachee. I was told that I would meet a farmer who also knew my Visitor, and who had produced twenty-six living gifts to God."
"Twenty-six."
"Living."
"Well, you see - well, ain't that just the way of it. You see, I wasn't including in my tally the very first one born, because his mother run off and stole him from me a few days before he was due to be sold. I had to refund the money in cash to the buyer, and it was no good tracking, the dogs couldn't pick up her scent. Word among the slaves was that she turned into a blackbird and flew, but you know the tales they tell."
"So-twenty-six then. And tell me this - is there some reason why the name 'Hagar' should mean anything to you?"
Cavil gasped.