Chapters (27)
| SCYLLA |
I believe it’s about time for you to pay me a little visit, Phebe. Tomorrow evening— after the moon’s set. |
| PHEBE | Aw, Scylla, I didn’t mean nothing— |
| SCYLLA |
It’ll be pitch dark. Take care you don’t trip on the way. |
Blackout.
Scene 2
SCENE 2
The big house, the parlor and LOUIS’s study.
LOUIS is visible at the window of his study, peering through a telescope at the stars; he occasionally takes notes or sips his brandy.
AMALIA sits at the desk in the parlor; JONES stands in front of her.
| JONES |
Sorry about this afternoon, Ma’am. That little gal seemed real sick, you know. |
| AMALIA |
Mr. Jones, I am aware you come fresh from the well-groomed slave holdings of Dawson’s Plantation. And I was not so naïve, upon hiring you, to believe Dawson’s high-minded economic philosophy had not rubbed off on you. But that’s not what I called you for. I bought a new buck yesterday: here are his papers. |
| JONES | (Glancing through the documents.) |
| Miss Jennings! You can’t be serious! | |
| AMALIA | Something wrong, Jones? |
| JONES |
Augustus Newcastle? That slave’s the most talked-about nigger along the Southern seaboard! |
| AMALIA | Good! We’ll be famous. |
| JONES |
Story goes he belonged to a British sea captain who treated him like his own son, and promised him his freedom when he died. But the brother who executed the estate sold the boy to pay off the debts. After that, the nigger went wild. They lost count of how many times he ran off, how many times they caught him— |
Frantically leafs through the papers.
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here it is: “Twenty-two acts of aggression and rebellion.” Twenty-two separate acts! |
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| AMALIA | That’s why I got him so cheaply. |
| JONES |
But Miss Jennings! They say his back’s so laced with scars it’s as rutted as a country road. Rumor has it he can read and write. If you don’t mind my saying so, Ma’am, an educated nigger brings nothing but trouble. Sure as I’m standing here, he’ll stir up the others. |
| AMALIA | I wonder just how smart he is. |
| JONES | It’s a miracle no one ever killed him. |
| AMALIA | (Sharply.) |
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I own Augustus Newcastle, and I’ll make him serve up. Any objections? |
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| JONES | No, Ma’am. Sorry, Ma’am. |
| AMALIA |
They’re bringing him over tonight; put him in the barn and chain him down. You can show him around tomorrow. If he’s as smart as they say, he could help you oversee the ginning. You may go. |
This last is a jab at JONES, who looks at her for a moment, then turns on his heel and exits.
Blackout.
Scene 3
SCENE 3
In the fields.