“I don’t think so. I think he’s sincere.”
But here’s what I didn’t tell him. What I still couldn’t admit to myself. I was starting to feel something. Something impossible. Something dangerous.
By the end of April, we’d settled into a routine. In the morning, Josiah would help me with the preparations, then take me to breakfast. Afterwards, he’d return to the forge while I took care of the household accounts. In the afternoon, he’d return and we’d spend time together.
Sometimes I watched him work, fascinated by how he transformed iron into useful objects. Sometimes he read to me, and his reading improved significantly thanks to access to my father’s library and my private lessons. In the evenings we talked about everything: his childhood on another plantation, his mother who had been sold when he was ten, and his dreams of freedom that seemed unattainable.
And I talked about my mother, who died when I was born. About the accident that paralyzed me, about the feeling of being trapped in a body that didn’t work and in a society that didn’t want me. We were two outcasts who found comfort in each other’s company.
In May, something changed. I had watched Josiah work at the forge, heating the iron until it was red hot, then shaping it with precise strokes.
“Do you think I could try?” I asked suddenly.
He looked up in surprise. “Try what?”
“The work of forging. Hammering something.”
“Eleanor, it’s hot and it’s dangerous and—”
“—and I’ve never done anything physically demanding in my life because everyone thinks I’m too fragile, but maybe with your help I could.”
He looked at me for a long time, then nodded. “Good, now I’ll fix it safely.”
He placed my wheelchair next to the anvil, heated a small piece of iron until it was workable, placed it on the anvil, and then gave me a lighter hammer.
“Hit right there. Don’t worry about the force. Just feel the metal move.”
I struck a blow. The hammer hit the iron with a soft thud. It barely left a mark.
“Again. Put your back to it.”
I hit harder. Better hit. The iron bent slightly.
