Keeper of the Flame Page #4

There aren't any slaves now.

Not here maybe, but Europe's full of them.

It might be our turn next.

How?

Well, there are so many ways.

It would take me the rest of the day

to try to explain it to you.

But the general idea is that they try

to get us all confused and scared...

...and sore at each other...

...and then before you know it,

clamp, the handcuffs are on us.

Hmm.

Would they really put chains on me?

Not on your hands they wouldn't,

because you'd have to work for them.

The chains would be on your mind

and on your tongue.

Well...

...what are we gonna do about it?

We're not gonna let them kick us around,

are we?

You and I are free men today

because centuries ago...

...some guy got the idea in his head...

...he was just as good

as the fellow who was bossing him.

And what a fight that started.

- Who won?

- It's not over yet.

We lost a great fighter

when Mr. Forrest died.

But he's still watching us.

And he's still yelling at us to carry on.

That's what I'm trying to do, you see.

I'm trying to write his story...

...so that people will understand

that he's watching us.

And so that they'll still hear his voice.

Oh, let me read it, will you?

Well, I can't. I need some help on it,

and some people won't help me.

- Who?

- Mrs. Forrest, for instance.

- Who says so?

- She won't see me.

I bet she will when you tell her.

She loved Mr. Forrest.

I don't know. I can't get into the grounds.

And she won't answer the telephone.

I know she's there.

- Do you wanna see her now?

- Yes.

Come on.

This is my secret way.

You won't tell anybody, will you?

- I promise.

- Promise this way:

"On my oath

as a true soldier for America...

...in the Robert Forrest Boys Army,

I promise. "

That's our oath.

On my oath as a true soldier

in the Robert Forrest Boys Army, I promise.

For America.

For America.

Come on.

Hello?

I, uh...

Nobody answered the doorbell.

That's a lie. I didn't ring the doorbell.

I couldn't find it. I just walked in.

I'm sorry. I'm very sorry.

Who are you?

I'm Steven O'Malley. I'm a writer.

Steven O'Malley is in Germany.

I came back

just shortly before Mr. Forrest's death.

I'd written Mrs. Forrest several notes,

and I'd like to see her for...

Not necessarily tonight.

I had visioned an older man.

I am Christine Forrest.

I had visioned...

I'm terribly sorry to do this to you,

Mrs. Forrest, but I, uh...

A friend of your husband's told me

you might be glad to see me.

The gatekeeper's boy.

- Poor little Jeb.

- Yes.

Yes, he seems to think

that he killed, uh...

Because he didn't warn him

about the bridge.

Boys loved Mr. Forrest.

I've had letters, sweet letters,

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