The Altar Read Free

the man bothered Todd, too, as the boy stayed unusually close to Vickie.
    “I’ve brought you a small gift, a token of welcome,” he said, holding out a small package.
    “Thank you,” Erik said.
    “It is our custom,” Dovecrest said in a voice that left no room for argument. “Please accept it.”
    Erik self-consciously untied the simple white string and unwrapped the brown paper. Inside the package he found a string of broken quahog shells polished to a fine luster and set in a necklace.
    “How beautiful!” Vickie said, stepping forward to admire the trinket. The shells contained intricate polished patterns of blue, violet, and white. Then she took it from Erik and held it up to her neck.
    “You don’t wear it,” Dovecrest explained. “You hang it over your door for protection. It will keep your home free from evil.”
    Erik frowned and caught his wife’s gaze. She obviously thought the old man had been smoking too many peace pipes. He took the trinket back from her.
    “Would you like some coffee?” Vickie asked, nervously.
    “No. No thank you. I must be going. But please, hang the talisman over your door, the door facing the forest. It will keep away evil spirits.”
    Then he turned and was gone before Erik could even say goodbye.
    -3-
    About an hour after Dovecrest had left, Pastor Mark Brian of the Chepachet Baptist Church paid a visit. Erik and Vicki had met Pastor Mark about a year earlier when he’d filled in for their regular pastor, who was on vacation. Having a good church in the neighborhood was just one more benefit of moving to the country, and Erik felt that it was a lucky coincidence that they’d now be attending Pastor Mark’s church.
    “We’re so very happy to have you in the neighborhood,” the pastor said.
    “We’re very happy to be here,” Erik replied. “This sure is different from the city. You’re the second member of the welcoming committee so far.”
    Mark laughed. “Things are much more personal in the country. I suspect your neighbors will be dropping by, one by one.”
    “Yeah,” Erik said. “Johnny Dovecrest stopped by just a short time ago. Do you know him?”
    “Old Dovecrest,” Mark said. “Yes. Everyone knows him. Quite the character, that one. There are more rumors about him than you can shake a stick at.”
    “What kind of rumors?” Vickie asked.
    “Mostly pretty harmless. It seems like he’s lived here forever and never gets older.”
    “You’ve got to be kidding. The guy is ancient.”
    “That’s what my father said, too. He’s been ancient since I was a boy, and even the old-timers never remember him being young.”
    “He gave us this thing to ward away evil spirits,” Vickie said, holding up the talisman. “It...kind of scared us. He said to put it near the back door, by the woods.”
    Pastor Mark looked at the object for a moment.
    “This is just an old Indian superstition. You don’t need this.”
    “Are the woods safe?” Vickie asked.
    “Well, I wouldn’t exactly say that. Those woods go on for miles. Part of the land is on the Narragansett reservation, and part of it is state land that’s been put aside and not used. You could easily get lost out there if you didn’t know your way around. I wouldn’t go wandering around out there if I were you.”
    “So it is dangerous?” Vickie insisted.
    “Yes and no. Like I said, you could get lost out there. You wouldn’t want your boy wandering off there by himself. He could get lost very easily. There aren’t any bears or lions or anything, but there is the occasional fox and lots of raccoons. A few years back a moose even wandered in from Maine and had to be tranquilized and brought back when it fell into someone’s swimming pool. But you could get hurt there, just the same. It’s never a good idea to go into the woods alone anyway, especially city folk like you.
    “Dovecrest tries to scare people away because he doesn’t want people in the woods—and, honestly, you don’t