Why,she had never had to do a thing for herself in all her life.There had always been someone to do things for her,to look after her,shelter and protect her and spoil her.It was incredible that she could be in such a fix.Not a friend,not a neighbor to help her.There had always been friends,neighbors,the competent hands of willing slaves.And now in this hour of greatest need,there was no one.It was incredible that she could be so completely alone,and frightened,and far from home.
Home!If she were only home,Yankees or no Yankees.Home,even if Ellen was sick.She longed for the sight of Ellen's sweet face,for Mammy's strong arms around her.
She rose dizzily to her feet and started walking again.When she came in sight of the house,she saw Wade swinging on the front gate.When he saw her,his face puckered and he began to cry,holding up a grubby bruised finger.
“Hurt!”he sobbed.“Hurt!”
“Hush!Hush!Hush!Or I'll spank you.Go out in the back yard and make mud pies and don't move from there.”
“Wade hungwy,”he sobbed and put the hurt finger in his mouth.
“I don't care.Go in the back yard and—”
She looked up and saw Prissy leaning out of the upstairs window,fright and worry written on her face;but in an instant they were wiped away in relief as she saw her mistress.Scarlett beckoned to her to come down and went into the house.How cool it was in the hall.She untied her bonnet and flung it on the table,drawing her forearm across her wet forehead.She heard the upstairs door open and a low wailing moan,wrenched from the depths of agony,came to her ears.Prissy came down the stairs three at a time.
“Is de doctah come?”
“No.He can't come.”
“Gawd,Miss Scarlett!Miss Melly bad off!”
“The doctor can't come.Nobody can come.You've got to bring the baby and I'll help you.”
Prissy's mouth fell open and her tongue wagged wordlessly.She looked at Scarlett sideways and scuffed her feet and twisted her thin body.
“Don't look so simple minded!”cried Scarlett,infuriated at her silly expression.“What's the matter?”
Prissy edged back up the stairs.
“Fo'Gawd,Miss Scarlett—”Fright and shame were in her rolling eyes.
“Well?”
“Fo'Gawd,Miss Scarlett!We's got ter have a doctah.Ah—Ah—Miss Scarlett,Ah doan know nuthin''bout bringin'babies.Maw wouldn'nebber lemme be 'round folkses whut wuz havin'dem.”
All the breath went out of Scarlett's lungs in one gasp of horror before rage swept her.Prissy made a lunge past her,bent on flight,but Scarlett grabbed her.
“You black liar—what do you mean?You've been saying you knew everything about birthing babies.What is the truth?Tell me!”She shook her until the kinky head rocked drunkenly.
“Ah's lyin',Miss Scarlett!Ah doan know huccome Ah tell sech a lie.Ah jes'see one baby birthed,an'Maw she lak ter wo'me out fer watchin'.”
Scarlett glared at her and Prissy shrank back,trying to pull loose.For a moment her mind refused to accept the truth,but when realization finally came to her that Prissy knew no more about midwifery than she did,anger went over her like a flame.She had never struck a slave in all her life,but now she slapped the black cheek with all the force in her tired arm.Prissy screamed at the top of her voice,more from fright than pain,and began to dance up and down,writhing to break Scarlett's grip.
As she screamed,the moaning from the second floor ceased and a moment later Melanie's voice,weak and trembling,called.“Scarlett?Is it you?Please come!Please!”
Scarlett dropped Prissy's arm and the wench sank whimpering to the steps.For a moment Scarlett stood still,looking up,listening to the low moaning which had begun again.As she stood there,it seemed as though a yoke descended heavily upon her neck,felt as though a heavy load were harnessed to it,a load she would feel as soon as she took a step.
She tried to think of all the things Mammy and Ellen had done for her when Wade was born but the merciful blurring of the childbirth pains obscured almost everything in mist.She did recall a few things and she spoke to Prissy rapidly,authority in her voice.
“Build a fire in the stove and keep hot water boiling in the kettle.And bring up all the towels you can find and that ball of twine.And get me the scissors.Don't come telling me you can't find them.Get them and get them quick.Now hurry.”
She jerked Prissy to her feet and sent her kitchenwards with a shove.Then she squared her shoulders and started up the stairs.It was going to be difficult,telling Melanie that she and Prissy were to deliver her baby.
Chapter 22
There would never again be an afternoon as long as this one.Or as hot.Or as full of lazy insolent flies.They swarmed on Melanie despite the fan Scarlett kept in constant motion.Her arms ached from swinging the wide palmetto leaf.All her efforts seemed futile,for while she brushed them from Melanie's moist face,they crawled on her clammy feet and legs and made her jerk them weakly and cry:“Please!On my feet!”
The room was in semigloom,for Scarlett had pulled down the shades to shut out the heat and brightness.Pin points of sunlight came in through minute holes in the shades and about the edges.The room was an oven and Scarlett's sweat-drenched clothes never dried but became wetter and stickier as the hours went by.Prissy was crouched in a corner,sweating too,and smelled so abominably Scarlett would have sent her from the room had she not feared the girl would take to her heels if once out of sight.Melanie lay on the bed on a sheet dark with perspiration and splotched with dampness where Scarlett had spilled water.She twisted endlessly,to one side,to the other,to left,to right and back again.
Sometimes she tried to sit up and fell back and began twisting again.At first,she had tried to keep from crying out,biting her lips until they were raw,and Scarlett,whose nerves were as raw as the lips,said huskily:“Melly,for God's sake,don't try to be brave.Yell,if you want to.There's nobody to hear you but us.”
