Orson Scott Card
Arthur Stuart stood at the window of the taxidermy shop, rapt. Alvin Smith was halfway down the block before he realized that Arthur was no longer with him. By the time he got back, a tall White man was questioning the boy.
"Where's your master, then?"
Arthur did not look at him, his gaze riveted on a stuffed bird, posed as if it were about to land on a branch.
"Boy, answer me, or I'll have the constable ..."
"He's with me," said Alvin.
The man at once became friendly. "Glad to know it, friend. A boy this age, you'd think if he was free his parents