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"Woe to you because you set yourself in high places and look down on those who are not like you!

"Woe to you because you leave a curse on your generations to come!

"Woe to you because the blood of G.o.d's children is on your hands!

"Judgment will begin with the house of G.o.d! I am sent to warn you and pray that you will turn. If you refuse, at the Final Judgment Ethiopia the Queen of the South and Nineveh will stand to give testimony against you; for even they heard the word of slaves and turned! Choose ye this day and turn!"

When Nat Turner was finished, he fled and disappeared into the woods.



Chapter 46.

July 17, 1831 It was Sunday, and Nat Turner, Hark, Mother Easter, and the others made their way to Turner's Meeting Place.

Sallie had forbidden him, since late spring, to preach there. She had forbidden him to speak the name of the Lord anywhere. Her brother, the young bully Nathaniel Francis, had seen his last meeting with Thomas Gray and accused Nat Turner of stirring up trouble.

All the captives were warned against gathering at Turner's Meeting Place, but still they walked the road with no name-even Davy, the boy Nathaniel Francis called Two Feet, walked with them, leaning on his stick.

Despite Sallie's command, Nat Turner could not abandon his people. They could not be expected to show courage if their leader shrank from serving the Lord out of fear of man.

July 4th had come and gone. Instead of waging war, Nat Turner had spent the day writhing on the barn floor. Sickness and pain had gripped his stomach, and a headache blinded him. Hark spread the word to delay the battle.

When illness had overtaken him on Independence Day, Nat Turner thought it might be a sign from G.o.d. Maybe G.o.d had repented of His judgment against the captors. Maybe during the night, with Independence Day dawning, the white slave owners of Southampton had seen their hypocrisy and turned. Perhaps, instead of reveling, they had put on sackcloth and ashes on the Fourth of July. Perhaps instead of drinking and gorging, they had humbled themselves like Nineveh.

He had wanted to believe it, and all day as he groaned he had prayed. But when he recovered, Nat Turner found nothing had changed.

It was not over. So, after he recovered, Nat Turner found a place, a quiet sacred place in the woods, and visited it each day waiting to hear from G.o.d.

That is when they began to visit him. They came to him, at first one by one. They came, at first only by day, but then even in his dreams.

The martyrs came, the battered, the prophets, the captives. The old ones hobbled along. The women came-some moaning, some staggering, and some with babies crawling beside them. One of them, he was certain, was Misha-his mother's cousin who died on the pa.s.sage to America.

The martyred men came-some of them weeping, some bowed low, and some shaking their fists. Among them were the crucified, the beheaded, those who had died in pa.s.sage, or refused the bonds of slavery. Among them were the rejected, the despised, the spotted, and the forgiven abominable.

They sang dirges to him. The martyrs told him of their suffering and they told him how they had tried to love and walk in peace. They came to him from all ages, from all nations; they spoke with different tongues. The martyrs were the witnesses and he heard their testimonies. Before him were all the souls who had walked G.o.d's path only to be slaughtered.

He had no choice, they told him; he was born to avenge them. They demanded audience. The time for judgment had come. "Slavery is the wine that fills the cup of the wh.o.r.e of Babylon," they told him.

"It is time for harvest; thrust in your sickle," they said. They promised Nat Turner that, though he would die in service to G.o.d's kingdom, he would be with them. "It is a hard thing," they told him, "but you will be a part of the first resurrection."

They encircled him in the holy place and whispered to him. "'Blessed and holy is he that hath part in the first resurrection: on such the second death hath no power, but they shall be priests of G.o.d and of Christ, and shall reign with him a thousand years.'" Their voices were as many choruses, folding end over end. "'Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth.' Rest. Your works will follow you."

They told him it was G.o.d's nature to choose a man of peace to make war. "'Thrust in thy sickle, and reap: for the time is come for thee to reap; for the harvest of the earth is ripe.'"

The time was short-before summer's end. He had no choice, they whispered. The time of mercy was over; the captors must die. "'He that leadeth into captivity shall go into captivity: he that killeth with the sword must be killed with the sword. Here is the patience and the faith of the saints.'"

Nat Turner prayed. Make me ready, Lord! Give me the heart I need to do battle!

The witnesses spun in the air, just above the gra.s.s, whirlwinds at their feet. Now dressed in white, the witnesses whispered to him. "'Lift up your heads, O ye gates; and be ye lift up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in. Who is this King of glory? The LORD strong and mighty, the LORD mighty in battle.'"

Nat Turner felt himself getting stronger. "'Lift up your heads, O ye gates; even lift them up, ye everlasting doors; and the King of glory shall come in.'"

The witnesses, the martyrs stopped the dirges and began singing songs of glory.

Him that overcometh will I make a pillar in the temple of my G.o.d,

and he shall go no more out: and I will write upon him the name of my G.o.d,

and the name of the city of my G.o.d, which is new Jerusalem,

which cometh down out of heaven from my G.o.d:

and I will write upon him my new name...

Some danced and played instruments like the saints in Ethiopia. The elders encircled him and laid their hands on him. "'And G.o.d shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are pa.s.sed away. And he that sat upon the throne said, Behold, I make all things new.... He that overcometh shall inherit all things; and I will be his G.o.d, and he shall be my son.'"

Nat Turner had the promise of the first resurrection, the promise that he would be G.o.d's son, a Father who would never forsake him or leave. He was promised everlasting love, a Father who would wipe away all his tears and heartbreak.

Nat Turner could not walk in fear now that he had received the words of the martyrs. Two weeks had pa.s.sed since Independence Day, since the night of his sickness. But the words of the martyrs reminded him that his life was not his own. He must stand with his people. He must serve those who suffered now and the witnesses.

Despite Sallie's command, he must first honor the Master's word. Nat Turner could not deny the Father he had prayed to for so long. So, despite Sallie's command, he made his way along with the others to his Father's church. He would not walk in fear. He would lead his people with courage. They would walk as men made free by G.o.d.

He raised his voice to lead the captives, the living martyrs, in song. Nat Turner spoke the words clearly; the others sang, repeating his words.

Am I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb, And shall I fear to own his cause, Or blush to speak his name?

They weren't true, the stories people told about courage. Most of what pa.s.sed as bravery was only brutality or craziness. He looked around at the captive people, the living witnesses, who traveled with him-his mother, Cherry, Hark, Nelson the preacher, Sam, and the others. They had no weapons and no army. Every stand they took, even a small one, risked their lives. But they persisted, risking their lives for what was right. They came despite their fear.

Nat Turner saw the church ahead of them. Cypress trees lined the road they walked. They could stop in a grove along the way. There was no need to face what they knew lay ahead. Nat Turner continued to lead the song and the others followed.

Must I be carried to the skies On flowery beds of ease, While others fought to win the prize, And sailed through b.l.o.o.d.y seas?

Courage was what he saw on the people's faces. Courage was standing to do what was needed, even afraid. Nat Turner's Meeting Place was their church home, too. G.o.d was their Father, too. They wouldn't deny Him, no matter the consequences.

Are there no foes for me to face?

Must I not stem the flood?

No matter how afraid his body was, he was warrior in his heart, and he knew his cause righteous. Nat Turner looked at the faces of the suffering around him. Indignation and courage swelled in him.

Captive hands had built this church. Driving teams of horses and mules, they cut the road. Beneath the hot sun they cleared the land. Their axes felled the trees. They cut the boards.

Nat Turner stepped to the building and rubbed his hand over three nails. Standing next to his father long ago, he had pounded them into place.

Captive sweat and blood stained the floor inside. Nat Turner stepped away from Turner's Meeting Place and turned back toward the other captives.

Sure I must fight, if I would reign; Increase my courage, Lord.

I'll bear the toil, endure the pain.

They stepped onto the gra.s.s of the churchyard, walking toward the building. Nat Turner put one foot in front of the other.

Courage was summoning the strength to keep living. He looked at his mother's face. He could only imagine the horrors she had already endured. Yet she still fought. Courage, despite the odds, to keep fighting. They knew what awaited them.

Thy saints in all this glorious war, Shall conquer though they die.

They held hands, except for young Davy, Two Feet, who stood on the church steps, rejoicing, waving his stick in the air.

They view the triumph from afar, And seize it with their eye.

Before Nat Turner and the others finished the song, Sallie Francis Moore Travis, Nathaniel Francis, Richard Whitehead, and the others charged from inside the church, out the doors, trampling Davy-who was invisible to them-on the steps.

Chapter 47.

Nathaniel Francis, Salathiel, and Richard Whitehead did not notice the boy Davy; their anger was focused on Nat Turner.

His memory was jumbled now, trying to recall it; they beat him so badly.

He remembered pleading with them for their own salvation. "The mercy you extend to others is the mercy you shall receive." Nat Turner was not certain that they heard the words; they were garbled by the blows. They growled at him, their teeth like sabers. They would not listen.

The mob drew closer. Weapons and whips and threats. As he spoke, Nat Turner steeled himself for the first blow. "This is the word of G.o.d to you. 'I will also gather all nations, and will bring them down into the valley of Jehoshaphat, and will plead with them there for my people... whom they have scattered among the nations, and parted my land. And they have cast lots for my people... a boy for an harlot... a girl for wine.'"

They were drawing closer and closer. He felt the heat from their bodies and their anger, the meanness from their spirits. "G.o.d has warned you. I warn you again. The Lord has commanded: Love your neighbor." Nat Turner swept his arm toward the black people behind him. Couldn't the others see that they were also children of G.o.d? Couldn't they see how much G.o.d loved them? "Love your neighbor as yourself." He pointed toward the sky. "G.o.d is watching; we know and He knows what you have done. You have stolen freedom, you have stolen property, and you have stolen and sold G.o.d's people. You keep His people from the Lord's salvation. You steal their dreams.

"'And he that stealeth a man, and selleth him, or if he be found in his hand, he shall surely be put to death.'

"As Jonah pleaded with Nineveh, so I beg you: Turn!"

Nathaniel Francis shook his fist. "You are forbidden to be here! My sister gave you an order. Who are you, you crazy man, you n.i.g.g.e.r, to try to preach to us? You think you can speak to me this way? You think you talk this way to all of us? You forget that we are your masters."

They transformed in front of him, no longer the people he knew. Instead he saw the twisted faces of the spirits inside them, the curses and demons that tormented them. Nat Turner knew that he was still speaking, but the words came from his belly and not his mind. The crowd was shouting around him and he could no longer hear. He fought to speak the truth to them before G.o.d's judgment; he did not want blood on his hands. Nat Turner heard a final statement come from his mouth, "'Prepare war, wake up the mighty men, let all the men of war draw near; let them come up: Beat your plowshares into swords and your pruninghooks into spears: Let the weak say, I am strong.'"

Then they fell on him-men, women, and children. Fists and threats. Being righteous did not lessen the pain; it was no physical protection; it did not stop his blood from flowing. With whips, they took turns beating him-even Sallie.

Chapter 48.

Nat Turner drifted in and out of consciousness. The witnesses, dressed in white, floating, drifting in and out, visited him in the barn. "You shall not die, but live," unseen by others, the martyrs whispered to him.

They compa.s.sed you about like bees They thrust at you with swords But the Lord is your strength and song The Lord is your salvation.

They fed Nat Turner with hymns and spiritual songs.

The right hand of the Lord is exalted You shall not die but live and declare The works of the Lord!

His people came to him by night when no one could see them. They-his mother; Cherry; and Charlotte, the sad-eyed girl held captive by Nathaniel Francis-came with broth and bits of corn bread and mashed greens soaked in pot liquor. They kneeled beside him on a bed of hay in the Travis barn. "Don't leave us. We need you, Prophet Nat. You must live!"

The men visited him-Hark, Sam, Yellow Nelson, and Dred. "We will pick a new date. You'll see. Vengeance will come."

Slowly, Nat Turner felt himself returning to life. He began to distinguish, again, night from day. The witnesses came back to him and told him he should await a sign in the heavens.

He spoke to the men who secretly visited him, "My body is mending." Then he told them about the sign the witnesses said they should look for in the sky. He could not describe it, but they would recognize it when it appeared, he told them. It would not be an eclipse. It would not be an ordinary thing. "When it appears, we will gather at Cabin Pond."

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