Denmark saw the witchy man’s desperation and realized that this situation was definitely not under control.

“Calvin!” cried Margaret. “Can you hear my voice?”

They were near the top of the stairs, now, able to peer around in the attic and see all the hanging charms. The White woman, the White man, and the slave girl Fishy.

Margaret was listening for an answer. To her surprise, it came from the man beside her.

“I hear you,” said Calvin. But his voice was soft, his manner distracted.

“I’ve brought your body near to your doodlebug, Calvin,” she explained.

Calvin’s mouth mumbled a reply. “Get me out of here,” he said, his voice flat.

“Kill him now,” said Gullah Joe. “He body, she calling back him soul. Kill him!”

Denmark picked up a much larger knife than the one he had concealed in his pocket. “You keep him back,” he said to Margaret.

She ignored him completely, and instead began to lead Calvin closer to the large concentration of charms.

“Stop, you! Don’t take him there!” Gullah Joe threw a handful of powder at her, but it blew away from her in a sudden breeze and ended up stinging his eyes and making him weep. “How you do that witchery!”

She ignored him, and parted the charms to push Calvin through.

“Oh, yes,” said Calvin, now sounding more like himself, though not quite that cocky yet. “This is right. Bring me home.”

“Stop him!” screamed Gullah Joe.

Denmark lunged between the charms and the White man, his knife drawn.

Margaret immediately shoved Calvin hard, forcing him and Denmark both to stumble and fall into the midst of the circle that contained Calvin’s doodlebug.

Gullah Joe howled in fury and threw himself to the floor.

“I have a problem, here, Margaret.”

It was quite likely the thing Calvin would have said. It had his intonation. And it was certainly true. Unfortunately, the voice was coming out of Denmark Vesey’s mouth.

“What’s your problem, Calvin?” she asked.

“I can’t get back into my body,” he said. “So I’m glad you tossed in a spare.”

“That’s not a spare body, somebody’s using it,” Margaret said.

“You think I don’t know that? But I can’t get into my own body and I can’t talk without I got one.”

Margaret walked over to Gullah Joe. “What’s wrong? Why can’t he get back into his body?”

“Cause she be half-dead, she! Look a-him, he steal my friend body him!”

“Your body is dying,” Margaret said to Calvin.

“Denmark said something about that before. You’re rotting.”

“Give back him body!” cried Gullah Joe.

“Then help me get him back into his own body!”

“How I do that!” said Gullah Joe. “He dead man in him grave!”

“He is not,” said Margaret. “Calvin, you have to heal your body.”

“I don’t know how,” said Calvin. “I never tried to raise the dead.”

“You’re not dead,” said Margaret. “Look, your chest is rising and falling.”

“All right, I’m trying, but it’s not like a cut finger, I don’t know what to—”