NOIR-vember_DEVIL'S WIND

 Did the undead Abigail Adams get her revenge against Samuel McCord? Did the tormented ranger keep his promise to the dying president?

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{Itis the year 1857 in the port city of Mumbai, India.

"The Devils Wind" is the name the sepoys gave to the mutiny ofMoslems against British rule,

a barbaric, uncontrollable fury that swept across the hot plains of India as ifblown by the Devil.

To keep his word to a dying British Major, 

Samuel McCord has fought his wayacross all of India to save the man's tiny granddaughter,

Lucy Wentworth -- who is cousin to Alice Wentworth by the way.

A tragic figure in another of my hero-cycles

Just within sight of the ship that could take Lucy to safety, 
Sam and Lucy arestopped by Abigail Adams herself with her best killers.}



Abigail Adams hadn't improved with age.

Her beauty had crystalized into cold porcelain flesh. Her wisdom had brittledinto cleverness. 

And her hate for me had bittered like over-steeped tea.

Small Lucy Wentworth clung to my left leg, looking fearfully at the revenantswho ringed us on the Mumbai dock. 
I studied them coldly. The ship that offeredfreedom was only a dozen feet away.

It might as well have been moored in the dust of the moon.

India hadn't been kind to me. But then, she was harsh even to her own children.

Though there wasn't a part of me that wasn't hurting or bleeding, I could stilltake the revenants. 
Abigail, being both genius and revenant, was anothermatter.

Abigail whispered, 
"I have traveled half the world to have you at mymercy."



Lucy chirped in her proper British accent. 
"Then, you have traveled a longway just to die."

Abigail flicked cold eyes to Lucy then back to me. 
"You are weak, wounded,and unarmed."

Lucy laughed with the confidence of innocence. 
"And still, Captain Samshall kill you and your bullies."

"Madripoor," I said softly, 
and Lucy ducked down and hugged her kneesas she had in that death-trap.

I slipped into the fighting stance taught me by the Shaolin priests, 
andAbigail regarded me with cool, appraising eyes.

She spoke low. 
"Yes, even after fighting your way across all of India, 
Ido believe you would be unstoppable ... in defense of a small child."

"I-If Abigail Adams were still alive and here, you'd be sorry,"quavered Lucy, 
her beloved pith helmet dinged and battered.

The revenants around us jerked at Lucy's words and looked to Abigail. 
Lucylaughed.

"See? Even your killers know the name of Abigail Adams."

And death was on the night winds like the smell of ashes as the woman namedmurmured, 
"And where did you hear that name, child?"


Lucy raised her chin in defiance. 
All through these many frightful nightsCaptain Sam would tell me stories of her ...
of how she and her husband gave birthto America ... of how strong she was, of how smart she was, 
of how brave shewas ... of how much she sacrificed for love."

Abigail husked, "Sacrificed for love."

"Yes, for love. Oh, I can see how you scare these leeches all around us. 
No doubt you are strong, brave, and perhaps even smart."
Lucy hugged my leg as if it were my chest. "But you will never beloved."

Abigail's eyes sank deep in her perfect face. 

"No. I shall never be loved... again."

Lucy raised her chin in defiance. 
"Captain Sam said I could do no betterthan to model myself after Abigail Adams, 
that if she saw any Thuggee trying tokill me, she would box their ears for them."

Lucy giggled, "I would have quite liked to have seen that."

Lucy pulled out five dirty pages, folded neat in her torn jacket pocket. 
"I've copied some things Abigail said to memorize and live by."

The little girl closed her eyes and repeated by rote,
 "To be good, and dogood, is the whole duty of man comprised in a few words."

Lucy glared at Abigail. 
"But to a monster like you I would wager thosewords mean nothing."

Abigail spoke thickly. "You would lose that wager, Lucy Wentworth."

She looked at me with eyes suddenly wet. 

"I was mist in the darkness,Samuel, when you promised my husband you would save me if you could."

Lucy frowned, "Your husband?"

Abigail rasped, "Yes, my beloved friend and husband ... President JohnAdams."

Lucy looked up stunned at me. "Captain Sam? Th-This is AbigailAdams?"

I nodded, 

"This is what has become of a hero who made choices she thoughtwere right ... 

and was mistakened."

Lucy gave a look of horror at Abigail. 

"B-But you are a monster."

Abigail shook her head. 

"Not at the moment, child. Go to the ship, Lucy.Go now. Quicky. 

Before the monster returns."

The circle of revenants reluctantly opened for us.

I took Lucy up in my arms and limped fast to the ship and safety. 

Lucy lookedwistfully and sad over my shoulder at the shrinking figure of Abigail Adams inthe deepening mists.

Lucy gave a forlorn, childish wave to the tall, tormented leader of America'srevenants.

 For a short moment my enemy was gone.

And the beloved Abigail of John Adams returned the same wave.

I know it was just a trick of my mind. 

But for a moment I thought I felt a handsqueeze my shoulder.

And I heard President John Adams whisper in my ear,

 "Thank you."

This tune played in my mind as I wrote this: