的婴儿带到林中的这种圣祠里,写个条子,把他们留给主保圣人和儿科医生:“Asaint Guinefort ,pour la vie onpour’h mott.”(法文:“圣居文福,生死悉听尊命。”( 居文福就是那只狗的名字。) )“出于孩子存活几率不大而故意将之杀害,这种形式的杀婴行为,”麦克伊内斯写道:成为神话和民间故事,一直流传到十九世纪的德国、大不列颠爱尔兰,以及其他欧洲国家,这种迷信还随着移民传播到新世界。十九世纪五十年代,宾夕法尼亚州西部的一个小矿队报告了一起失踪事件,不同家庭的十二个孩子消失在周圉的群山里。
I should have confessed to Tess at the start, but who knows when love begins? Two contrary impulses pulled at me. I did not want to scare her away with the changeling story, yet I longed to entrust all my secrets to her. But it was as if a demon shadowed me everywhere and clamped shut my mouth to hold in the truth. She gave me many opportunities to open my heart and tell her, and I came close once or twice, but each time I hesitated and stopped.
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On Labor Day we were at the baseball stadium in the city, watching the home team take on Chicago. I was distracted by the enemy runner at second base.
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"So, what’s the plan for The Coverboys?"
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"Plan? What plan?"
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"You really should record an album. You’re that good." She attacked a hot dog thick with relish. Our pitcher struck out their batter, and she let out a whoop. Tess loved the game, and I endured it for her sake.
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"What kind of album? Covers of other people’s songs? Do you really think anybody would buy a copy when they can have the original?"
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"You’re right," she said between bites. "Maybe you could do something new and different. Write your own songs."
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"Tess, the songs we sing are not the kind of songs I would write."
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"Okay, if you could write any music in the world, what kind would you write?"
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I turned to her. She had a speck of relish at the corner of her mouth that I wished to nibble away. "I’d write you a symphony, if I could."
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Out flicked her tongue to clean her lips. "What’s stopping you, Henry?
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I’d love a symphony of my own."
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"Maybe if I had stayed serious about piano, or if I had finished music school."
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"What’s stopping you from going back to college?"
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Nothing at all. The twins had finished high school and were working. My mother certainly did not need the few dollars I brought in, and Uncle Charlie from Philadelphia had begun to call her nearly every day, expressing an interest in retiring here. The Coverboys were going nowhere as a band. I searched for a plausible excuse. "I’m too old to go back now. I’ll be twenty-six next April, and the rest of the students are a bunch of eighteen-year-olds. They’re into a totally different scene."
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"You’re only as old as you feel."
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At the moment, I felt 125 years old. She settled back into her seat and watched the rest of the ballgame without another word on the subject. On the way home that afternoon, she switched the car radio over from the rock station to classical, and as the orchestra played Mahler, she laid her head against my shoulder and closed her eyes, listening.
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Tess and I went out to the porch and sat on the swing, quiet for a long time, sharing a bottle of peach wine. She liked to hear me sing, so I sang for her, and then we could find nothing else to say. Her breathing presence beside me, the moon and the stars, the singing crickets, the moths clinging to the porch light, the breeze cutting through the humid air—the moment had a curious pull on me, as if recalling distant dreams, not of this life, nor of the forest, but of life before the change. As if neglected destiny or desire threatened the illusion I had struggled to create. To be fully human, I had to give in to my true nature, the first impulse.
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"Do you think I’m crazy," I asked, "to want to be a composer in this day and age? I mean, who would actually listen to your symphony?"
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"Dreams are, Henry, and you cannot will them away, any more than you can call them into being. You have to decide whether to act upon them or let them vanish."
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"I suppose if I don’t make it, I could come back home. Find a job. Buy a house. Live a life."
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She held my hand in hers. "If you don’t come with me, I’ll miss seeing you every day."
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"What do you mean, come with you?"
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"I was waiting for the right time to tell you, but I’ve enrolled. Classes start in two weeks, and I’ve decided to get my master’s degree. Before it’s too late. I don’t want to end up an old maid who never went after what she wanted."
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I wanted to tell her age didn’t matter, that I loved her then and would love her in two or twenty or two hundred years, but I did not say a word. She patted me on the knee and nestled close, and I breathed in the scent of her hair. We let the night pass. An airplane crossed the visual field between us and the moon, creating the momentary illusion that it was pasted on the lunar surface. She dozed in my arms and awoke with a start past eleven.
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"I’ve got to go," Tess said. She kissed me on the forehead, and we strolled down to the car. The walk seemed to snap her out of the wine-induced stupor.
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"Hey, when are your classes? I could drive you in sometimes if it’s during the day."
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"That’s a good idea. Maybe you’ll get inspired to go back yourself."
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She blew me a kiss, then vanished behind the steering wheel and drove away. The old house stared at me, and in the yard the trees reached out to the yellow moon. I walked upstairs, wrapped up in the music in my head, and went to sleep in Henry’s bed, in Henry’s room.
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What possessed Tess to choose infanticide were a mystery to me. There were other options: sibling rivalry, the burden of the firstborn, the oedipal son, the disappearing father, and so on. But she picked infanticide as her thesis topic for her seminar in Sociology of the Family. And, of course, since I had nothing to do most days but wait around campus or drive around the city while she was in classes, I volunteered to help with the research. After her last class, she and I went out for coffee or drinks, at first to plot out how to tackle the project on infanticide, but as the meetings went on, the conversations swung around to returning to school and my unstarted symphony.
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"You know what your problem is?" Tess asked. "No discipline. You want to be a great composer, but you never write a song. Henry, true art is less about all the wanting-to-be bullshit, and more about practice. Just play the music, baby."
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I fiddled with the porcelain ear of my coffee cup.
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"It’s time to get started, Chopin, or to stop kidding yourself and grow up. Get out from behind the bar and come back to school with me."
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I attempted not to let my frustration and resentment show, but she had me culled like a lame animal from the main herd. She pounced.
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"I know all about you. Your mother is very insightful about the real Henry Day."
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"You talked to my mother about me?"
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"She said you went from being a carefree little boy to a serious old man overnight. Sweetheart, you need to stop living in your head and live in the world as it is."
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I lifted myself out of my chair and leaned across the table to kiss her. "Now, tell me your theory on why parents kill their children."
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We worked for weeks on her project, meeting in the library or carrying on about the subject when we went out dancing or to the movies or dinner. More than once, we drew a startled stare from nearby strangers when we argued about killing children. Tess took care of the historical framework of the problem and delved into the available statistics. I tried to help by digging up a plausible theory. In certain societies, boys were favored over girls, to work on the farm or to pass on wealth, and as a matter of course, many females were murdered because they were unwanted. But in less patriarchal cultures, infanticide stemmed from a family’s inability to care for another child in an age of large families and few resources—a brutal method of population control. For weeks, Tess and I puzzled over how parents decided which child to spare and which to abandon. Dr. Laurel, who taught the seminar, suggested that myth and folklore might provide interesting answers, and that’s how I stumbled across the article.
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Prowling the stacks late one evening, I found our library’s sole copy of the Journal of Myth and Society, a fairly recent publication which had lasted a grand total of three issues. I flipped through the pages of this journal, rather casually standing there by my lonesome, when the name sprang from the page and grabbed me by the throat. Thomas McInnes. And then the title of his article was like a knife to the heart: "The Stolen Child."
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"This form of infanticide, the deliberate killing of a child based on its slim probability of survival," wrote McInnes,
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became part of the myth and folklore that endured well into the nineteenth century in Germany, the British Isles, and other European countries, and the superstition traveled with emigrants to the New World. In the 1850s, a small mining community in western Pennsylvania reported the disappearance of one dozen children from different families into the surrounding hills. And in pockets of Appalachia, from New York to Tennessee, local legend fostered a folk belief that these children still roam the forests.