Alias Grace (43 page)

“In this new dream, I dreamt I was walking in a place I had never been before, with high walls all around made of stone, grey and bleak as the stones of the village where I was born, back across on the other side of the ocean. On the ground there were loose grey pebbles, and out of the gravel there were peonies growing. They came up with just the buds on them, small and hard like unripe apples, and then they opened, and there were huge dark-red flowers with glossy petals, like satin; and then they burst in the wind and fell to the ground.

“Except for being red, they were like the peonies in the front garden on the first day I came to Mr. Kinnear’s, when Nancy was cutting the last of them; and I saw her in the dream, just as she was then, in her pale dress with the pink rosebuds and the triple-flounced skirt, and her straw bonnet that hid her face. She was carrying a flat basket, to put the flowers in; and then she turned, and put her hand up to her throat as if startled.

“Then I was back in the stone yard, walking, with the toes of my shoes going in and out under the hem of my skirt, which was blue and white stripes. I knew I’d never had a skirt like that before, and at the sight of it I felt a great heaviness and desolation. But the peonies were still coming up from the stones; and I knew they shouldn’t be there. I reached out my hand to touch one and it had a dry feel, and I knew it was made of cloth.

“Then up ahead I saw Nancy, on her knees, with her hair fallen over and the blood running down into her eyes. Around her neck was a white cotton kerchief printed with blue flowers, love-in-a-mist, and it was mine. She was holding out her hands to me for mercy; in her ears were the little gold earrings I used to envy. I wanted to run to her and help her, but I could not; and my feet kept walking at the same steady pace, as though they were not my own feet at all. When I was almost up to Nancy, to where she was kneeling, she smiled. Only the mouth, her eyes were hidden by the blood
and hair, and then she came apart into patches of colour, she scattered, a drift of red and white cloth petals across the stones.

“Then it was dark suddenly, and a man was standing there with a candle, blocking the stairs that went up, and the cellar walls were all around me, and I knew I would never get out.”

“You dreamt this before the event?” says Simon. He is writing feverishly.

“Yes Sir,” says Grace. “And many times since.” Her voice has dropped to a whisper. “That was why they put me away.”

“Away?” Simon prompts.

“Into the Asylum, Sir. Because of the bad dreams.” She has laid her sewing aside, and is looking down at her hands.

“Only the dreams?” Simon asks gently.

“They said they were not dreams at all, Sir. They said I was awake. But I do not wish to say any more about it.”

“O
n the Saturday morning I woke up at dawn. Outside in the henhouse the cock was crowing; he had a hoarse and rattling sort of crow, as if there was a hand tightening around his neck already, and I thought, You know you’re for the stewpot soon. Soon you will be a carcass. And although I was thinking about the rooster, I will not deny that I was thinking about Nancy as well. It sounds cold and perhaps it was. I felt light-headed, and detached from myself, as if I was not really present, but only there in body.

“I know these are odd thoughts to confess to, Sir, but I will not lie and conceal them, as I could easily do, having never told this to anyone before. I wish to relate everything just as it happened to me, and those were the thoughts I had.

“Nancy was still asleep, and I took care not to disturb her. I felt she might as well have her sleep out, and the longer she stayed in bed the longer it would be before anything bad happened, either to her or to me. As I crept cautiously out of Mr. Kinnear’s bed she groaned and rolled over, and I wondered whether she was having a bad dream.

“The night previous, I’d put my nightdress on in my own room off the winter kitchen before going upstairs with my candle, so I went in there and dressed as usual. Everything was the same but not the same, and when I went to wash my face and do my hair, my own face in the mirror over the kitchen sink was not like my face at all. It looked rounder and whiter, with two great startled staring eyes, and I didn’t wish to look at it.

“I went into the kitchen and opened the window shutters. The glasses and plates from the night before were still on the table, and they looked very lonely and forlorn, as if some great and sudden disaster had overtaken all who had eaten and drunk from them, and here was I, coming upon them by accident, many years later; and I felt very sad. I gathered them up and carried them into the scullery.

“When I came back out there was a strange light in the kitchen, as if there was a film of silver over everything, like frost only smoother, like water running thinly down over flat stones; and then my eyes were opened and I knew it was because God had come into the house and this was the silver that covered Heaven. God had come in because God is everywhere, you can’t keep him out, he is part of everything there is, so how could you ever build a wall or four walls or a door or a shut window, that he could not walk right through as if it was air.

“I said, What do you want here, but he did not answer, he just kept on being silver, so I went out to milk the cow; because the only thing to do about God is to go on with what you were doing anyway, since you can’t ever stop him or get any reasons out of him. There is a Do this or a Do that with God, but not any Because.

“When I came back with the pails of milk I saw McDermott in the kitchen. He was cleaning the shoes. Where is Nancy, he said.

“She is dressing, I said. Are you going to kill her this morning?

“Yes, he said, damn her, I will take the axe now and go knock her on the head.

“I laid my hand on his arm, and looked up into his face. Surely you will not, surely you cannot bring yourself to do such a wicked thing, I said. But he didn’t understand me, he thought I was taunting him. He thought I was calling him a coward.

“You will see in a minute what I can do, he said angrily.

“Oh, for God’s sake don’t kill her in the room, I said, you will make the floor all bloody. It was a foolish thing to say but that is what came into my mind, and as you know, Sir, it was my job to clean the floors in that house, and there was a carpet in Nancy’s room. I’d never tried to get blood out of a carpet but I’d got it out of other things, and it is not a task to be sneezed at.

“McDermott gave me a scornful glance, as if I was a halfwit, and indeed I must have sounded like one. Then he went outside the house, and picked up the axe from beside the chopping block.

“I could not think what to do. I went into the garden, to gather some chives, as Nancy had ordered an omelette for breakfast. On the bolted lettuces the snails were making their lacework. I knelt down and watched them, with their eyes on little stems; and I reached out my hand for the chives, and it was as if my hand was not mine at all, but only a husk or skin, with inside it another hand growing.

“I tried to pray, but the words would not come, and I believe that is because I had ill-wished Nancy, I had indeed wished her dead; but I did not do so right then. But why did I need to pray, when God was right there, hovering above us like the Angel of Death over the Egyptians, I could feel his cold breath, I could hear the beating of his dark wings, inside my heart. God is everywhere, I thought, so God is in the kitchen, and God is in Nancy, and God is in McDermott, and in McDermott’s hands, and God is in the axe too. Then I heard a dull sound from within, like a heavy door closing shut, and after that I can remember no more for a time.”

“Nothing about the cellar?” says Simon. “Not about seeing
McDermott dragging Nancy by the hair, to the trapdoor, and throwing her down the stairs? It was in your Confession.”

Grace clutches her two hands to the sides of her head. “That is what they wanted me to say. Mr. MacKenzie told me I had to say it, to save my own life.” For once she is trembling. “He said it was not a lie, as that is what must have happened, whether I could remember it or not.”

“Did you give James McDermott the kerchief from around your neck?” Simon sounds more like a courtroom lawyer than he wishes to, but he presses on.

“The one that was used to strangle poor Nancy? It was mine, I know that. But I have no recollection of giving it to him.”

“Nor of being down in the cellar?” says Simon. “Nor of helping him to kill her? Nor of wanting to steal the gold earrings off the corpse, as he says you wished to do?”

Grace covers her eyes with a hand, briefly. “All that time is dark to me, Sir,” she says. “And in any case, there were no gold earrings taken. I won’t say I didn’t think of it later, when we were packing up; but having a thought is not the same as doing it. If we were all on trial for our thoughts, we would all be hanged.”

Simon has to admit the justice of this. He tries a different line. “Jefferson the butcher testified that he spoke with you that morning.”

“I know he did, Sir. But I cannot remember it.”

“He says he was surprised, as it was not you who ordinarily gave the orders, but Nancy; and he was further surprised when you said that no fresh meat was wanted for the week. He found it most peculiar.”

“If it was me, Sir, and acting in my right mind, I’d of had my wits about me, and ordered the meat as usual. It would have been less suspicious.”

Simon has to agree. “Well then,” he says, “what is the next thing you remember?”

“I found myself standing at the front of the house, Sir, where the flowers were. I felt quite dizzy, and had a headache. I was thinking, I must open the window; but that was foolish, as I was already outside. It must have been about three o’clock. Mr. Kinnear was coming up the driveway, with his light wagon all new-painted, yellow and green. McDermott came out from the back, and we both helped with the packages, and McDermott gave me a threatening look; and then Mr. Kinnear went into the house, and I knew he was looking for Nancy. A thought came into my head – You won’t find her there, you will have to look below, she is a carcass – and I became very frightened.

“Then McDermott said to me, I know you will tell, and if you do, your life is not worth a straw. I was confused by this. What have you done? I said. You know very well, he said with a laugh. I did not know; but now I suspected the worst. Then he made me promise I would help to kill Mr. Kinnear, which I did say I would; for if not, I could see by his eyes he would have killed me as well. Then he took the horse and wagon to the stable.

“I went into the kitchen, to go about my duties as if nothing was wrong. Mr. Kinnear came in, and asked, Where was Nancy? I said she had gone to town in the stagecoach. He said that was strange, as he’d passed it on the way and did not see her. I asked him if he would like something to eat, and he said yes, and asked, had Jefferson come with the fresh meat; and I said no. He said that was curious, and then said he would have some tea and toast and eggs.

“And so I made it. I brought it to him in the dining room, where he sat waiting, reading a book which he had brought with him from town. It was the newest Godey’s Ladies’ Book, which poor Nancy liked to have, for the fashions; and although Mr. Kinnear always pretended it was only ladies’ fripperies, he himself often took a peek
at it when Nancy was not nearby, as there were things in it other than dresses; and he liked to look at the new styles of undergarments, and to read the articles on how a lady should behave, which I would often catch him chuckling over on those occasions when I brought in his coffee.

“I went back into the kitchen, and McDermott was there. He said, I think I’ll go and kill him now. But I said, Good gracious McDermott, it is too soon, wait till it is dark.

“Then Mr. Kinnear went upstairs and had a nap, with all his clothes on, and so McDermott had to wait, whether he wanted to or not. Even he was not up to the shooting of a sleeping man. McDermott stuck to me all afternoon, as close as glue, because he was certain that I would run away and tell. He had the gun with him, and kept fiddling with it. It was the old double-barrelled shotgun that Mr. Kinnear kept to shoot ducks with, but it was not loaded with duck-shot. He said he had two lead bullets in it – one he’d found, the other one he’d made from a piece of lead; and that he’d got the powder for it across the way at his friend John Harvey’s, although Hannah Upton, the hard-faced bitch – she was the woman who lived with Harvey – had told him he couldn’t have it. But he’d taken it anyway, and be damned to her. By this time he was very excited and nervous, and swaggering as well, and proud of his own daring. He was cursing a good deal, but I did not object to it, being afraid.”

“About seven o’clock Mr. Kinnear came down, and had his tea, and was quite uneasy about Nancy. Now I will do it, said McDermott, you must go in there and ask him to come into the kitchen, so I can shoot him on the stone floor. But I said I would not.

“He said in that case he would do it himself. He’d get him to come, by telling him there was something wrong with his new saddle, it was all cut to ribbons.

“I wanted nothing to do with it. I took the tea tray across the courtyard to the back kitchen, which was the one with the stove lit, as I was going to do the washing up in there; and as I was setting down the tray I heard the report of a gun.

“I ran into the front kitchen and saw Mr. Kinnear lying dead on the floor, and McDermott standing over him. The gun was on the floor. I attempted to run out, and he yelled and swore, and said I must open the trapdoor in the hall. I said, I won’t; he said, You shall. So I did, and McDermott threw the body down the stairs.

“I was so frightened that I ran out of the front door onto the lawn, and around past the pump to the back kitchen, and then McDermott came out of the front kitchen door with the gun, and fired at me, and I fell onto the ground in a dead faint. And that is all I can remember, Sir, until much later in the evening.”

“Jamie Walsh testified that he came into the yard about eight o’clock, which must have been right after you fainted. He said McDermott still had the gun in his hand, and claimed to have been shooting birds.”