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Madre de Esclavo (3/4)

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But there’s work to do - so much of it, and much of it back-breaking - and he has little time to wrack his mind, and he’s almost never alone, so he can’t cry. He just. Settles into his new home, which is mostly the same as his old home in what it asks of him, and smiles when he can and remembers what he can. It could be worse. Carlino has no illusions about that: It could be worse. He isn’t beaten much, there’s enough food, he has friends among the other slaves, and he isn’t a girl so he won’t end up pregnant. It’s as good as he can expect.

So he gets on with his life, until one day when his master goes to town for business, and Carlino follows him past the creaking stage of heat-warped boards where the slaves are auctioned off every month. His master skirts the crowd, and the crowd jeers suddenly, and Carlino looks up and she’s standing on the stage, and he knows her, he remembers her face at once, she’s older and she’s wearing rags but she’s there, impossibly, she’s there.

“Mother!” he cries out, and he runs toward her, or tries to - the crowd is in his way and he has to shove past dirty, heavy bodies, but Carlino doesn’t care, he’s too busy screaming and forcing his way through, and on the stage his mother lifts her head.

“Lovino? Feli?” He elbows past a tall man in a black coat, his master’s curses meaningless noise behind him, because his mother’s voice is everything in his mind. “Feliciano -- no!” He sees her wrestle against the auctioneer who grabs her, fighting to get to the front of the stage, and Carlino ducks through a gap in the press of people while his mother struggles against the auctioneer and scans the crowd and shouts the names of the brothers he barely remembers, and then she must catch a glimpse of his hair because she screams, “Carlino, Feli, Carlino!”

“Madre!” and someone tackles him to the ground, strikes him savagely across the back of his head. His mouth is full of dust. “Madre!” He fights against the weight pinning him and the hands on his arms, he has to go to her, he has to, he has to touch her and hold her and learn her name, but there are too many hands holding him down, and he can’t even see her with all the people blocking his way. The blows rain down across his head, his back, and Carlino doesn’t even care, he keeps on shouting to her until his voice goes out along with his consciousness.

He gets the worst beating of his life when he wakes up back at his master’s house, bad enough to lay his whole back open, but it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as the dulled, sharp ache deep inside.

Things happen. Time passes. Sickness runs through the country and passes through the town, and all the while, Carlino cradles a tiny, flickering spark of hope. It’s a foolish, wild hope, but hope often is. Most real people wouldn’t even call it a proper dream, because all he wants is the chance that he will see his mother for a few seconds, close enough to speak, and he can say goodbye.

And he gets his wish, in a way.