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Toby's New Home
by Sue Latham
The tour guide stopped in front of a portrait of a dashing,
dark-haired young man dressed in a crimson uniform lavishly
decorated with gold braid. "Now, this is the fifth earl, direct
ancestor of the present earl. He was a soldier under the
command of the Major-General Ponsonby in Wellington'sarmy and disappeared in 1815, at the Battle of Waterloo."
"Disappeared?" asked a woman in the crowd.
"Yes. According to family legend, he was last seen
fighting valiantly in hand-to-hand combat with one of
Napoleon's soldiers, but his body was never found. Now if
you will kindly follow me..."
Toby Wellesley struggled to open his eyes. The French
soldier was dead. Toby noted without emotion that he
seemed hardly more than a child. Child or not, this soldier of
Napoleon had pierced his ribs and Toby was bleeding. It was
not a deep wound, but Toby was dizzy from loss of blood.
From the sound of it, he thought the battle was moving away
from him. But the slightest movement made his head spin
sickeningly, and hidden as he was in a gully behind a small
stand of trees, he couldnt see to be sure. In spite of the
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scarlet uniform, it was unlikely anyone would spot him lying
here and even if they did, Toby doubted someone would find
him in time to help. His only regret was that he would never
meet his unborn child. His thoughts drifted back to the
joyous news in the lettercould it possibly be only yesterday
that hed received it?
A brilliant light suddenly lit up the small clearing where
Toby lay. So this is what death is like, he thought. Then he
slipped into oblivion.
Toby awoke, rather surprised to find himself alive. His
head was pounding and the the room swam around him
nauseatingly before he managed to focus his eyes.
The bed he was on was comfortable but narrow, and the
walls, ceiling and bedcovers were stark white. Directly in
front of him, a white light seemed to glow from what looked
like an open doorway. Could it be I actually made it to
Heaven? he wondered. Folded neatly on one corner of the
bed he noticed a suit of clothes. At first he thought it was his
lovely scarlet uniform, of which he had been so proud--
perhaps cleaned and mended. But on closer inspection, he
could see that it wasnt his uniform at all, just a costume like
one hed seen once on the stage.
Toby's ribs were sore. A new scar ran along his rib cage.
For a few minutes, he could hear nothing but the sound of
his own breathing. Then the silence was broken by a
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sorrowful cry, "Help me!" Toby climbed to his feet as fast as
the pain in his ribs would allow. He steadied himself and
lurched the few steps toward the door. But when he neared
the door a powerful force hurled him backwards. As he lay on
the floor, a stabbing pain shot through his ribs and he sank
into oblivion again.
When he awoke, he was still on the floor. He had no
sense of how long hed been unconscious. Toby staggered
slowly to his feet and approached the doorway, cautiously
this time. Some kind of light almost seemed to be pulsatingfrom it. He tested itcarefully this time. He got another
nasty shock left his hand throbbing.
He leaned against the cool wall and listened for a few
minutes, but heard only an occasional quiet sob. Slowly, he
crept back to the bed and sat down. Just this little bit of
movement left him out of breath, but at least the white-hot
pain in his midsection was starting to subside. Carefully
curling up on the bed, he fell asleep almost immediately. He
was dreaming about the dead French soldier when voices
woke him.
"I assure you, madame, we offer only the best here,"
said a man's voice soothingly.
"Well," answered a woman's voice "the last one we got
for our Carlyle from here only lasted a week. I think there
was something wrong with him."
"Now dear, let's not be too hasty." A different man's
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voice.
"Well, now. Our warranty does require that certain basic
care be provided..." The first man's voice again.
"Of course Carlyle took care of him. He
seemed...traumatized," said the woman, sounding defensive.
"I think he had some kind of problem before we got him."
The second man cleared his throat and spoke quietly, as
if about to share a secret. "It's the whole combat experience.
You know, maybe it isn't very...healthy for them," he
whispered, sounding almost apologetic."And how old is your fine young man?" asked the first
voice.
"Oh, he'll be nine in just a few days. This is his birthday
present." said the woman with maternal pride.
"Ah well, then. Perhaps the last one would have been
more suitable for an older child," said the first man cheerily.
"Let me show you one more appropriate."
Toby could hear footsteps coming toward him. He was
beginning to suspect that he wasn't in heaven after all.
"Here we have one that hasn't seem quite so much...
um, 'action'," said the first man with a small chuckle. An
orchestra leader. World War II. We got him just as his plane
was about to go down in bad weather over the English
Channel.
"Dad!" A child's voice this time.
"What is it, Carlyle?" said the second man. "Don't
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interrupt people when they're talking."
"Dad, I want a real soldier," whined Carlyle.
"Hush, son!"
"Oh, that's perfectly alright," said the first man,
chuckling. "Gotta admire a kid who knows just what he
wants, eh Carlyle? Now here's one that might be just what
you're looking for. He's only just come in. Definitely a real
soldier. An officer! Obviously from a good home, well fed. I
can guarantee he's been well taken care of. This one won't
last long.""Oh yes! Dad, can I see him, please?"
"Well, it can't hurt to look. Lead the way," said Carlyle's
dad.
"If you'll just step right this way."
The light in the doorway abruptly vanished. The
footsteps stopped just outside.
"Well, yes," said the father's voice. "He seems to be in
fine condition."
"There was a small injury to the ribs, nothing serious. But
that's all been taken care of."
Cautiously, Toby walked to the door. He tried to look out
the doorway, but saw only darkness. He placed his hand in
the doorway--the force that had thrown him backward earlier
was gone. He could feel only intense cold.
The woman's voice spoke again. "He seems to be a fine
specimen. What do you think, dear?"
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"Oh yes," said Carlyle. "I like him. Can I have him, please
Mom? Dad?"
Cold fear enveloped Toby, then panic. Furiously, he
dashed toward the doorway but suddenly found himself
completely paralyzed. Totally without control of his body, he
toppled over and landed with a thud on the floor.
"He's a real live one, isn't he?" chuckled the first man.
"Why, yes. Yes, he is," agreed Carlyle's father. "Son, you
think you can handle this one?"
"Oh yes, Dad. He's just what I wanted. Can we take himtoday? Please!"
Had he been able to, Toby would have screamed in
terror, behavior totally unbefitting his rank as an officer. But
no sound escaped his throat. Numb with fear, he sat on the
edge of the bed and waited.
Toby paced his small room nervously. The new clothes
hung loosely on him now. As a soldier, he was used to having
to go sometimes days without food, but a man could only
live without water for so long. The thirst was driving him
mad. At first, Carlyle had brought him food and water every
day. But after a few weeks, Carlyle started to miss a day
occasionally. Toby soon learned to ration his food and water,
but Carlyle hadnt been herehow long had it been? A week,
perhaps?
He peered through the bars in the door. Relief swept over
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himCarlyle coming toward him with a bowl. Water sloshed
from it onto Carlyle's shoes. Thank God, he thought. But then
he heard the sounds of running feet from another direction.
A kid shouted Hey Carlyle! Come see what we found. It's
really cool!"
"What is it?" Carlyle stopped, forgetting all about Toby. "I
gotta get my bike!" He set the dish down in front of the door
without so much as a glance at Toby.
"Carlyle, Carlyle--wait!" yelled Toby, but Carlyle had
already jumped on his bicycle and was off. Help! he yelled.Please, somebody help me! But he realized he was just
wasting the last of his strength. He might not see Carlyle
again for days and the boys parents seldom ventured out of
the house.
Not ready to give up hope, Toby stretched out on the
floor and stuck his arm through the bars. The water was just
beyond his reach. Once, tantalizingly, he imagined his
fingertips brushed against the bowl. But finally, exhausted
and weak from hunger and thirst, he lay on the floor and
sobbed. As darkness descended, Toby could see lights go on
in the house, and shadows behind the curtain as Carlyles
family sat down to dinner. He curled into a fetal position and
finally fell asleep, dreaming about food, water and freedom.