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"
I
'm
ready
,
"
Delacroix
said
,
speaking
with
the
simplicity
of
a
great
star
who
has
somehow
managed
to
retain
the
common
touch
.
"
Let
's
go
.
"
And
as
Brutal
led
him
up
the
Green
Mile
with
Mr.
Jingles
perched
there
on
the
little
man
's
shoulder
,
Delacroix
once
more
began
to
bugle
,
"
Messieurs
et
mesdames
!
Bienvenue
au
cirque
de
mousie
!
"
Yet
,
even
lost
as
deeply
in
his
own
fantasy
world
as
he
was
,
he
gave
Percy
a
wide
berth
and
a
mistrustful
glance
.
Harry
and
Dean
stopped
in
front
of
the
empty
cell
across
from
Wharton
's
(
that
worthy
had
still
not
so
much
as
stirred
)
.
They
watched
as
Brutal
unlocked
the
door
to
the
exercise
yard
,
where
another
two
guards
were
waiting
to
join
him
,
and
led
Delacroix
out
,
bound
for
his
command
performance
before
the
grand
high
poohbahs
of
Cold
Mountain
Penitentiary
.
We
waited
until
the
door
was
locked
again
,
and
then
I
looked
toward
my
office
.
That
shadow
was
still
lying
on
the
floor
,
thin
as
famine
,
and
I
was
glad
Delacroix
had
been
too
excited
to
see
it
.
"
Come
on
out
,
"
I
said
.
"
And
let
's
move
along
brisk
,
folks
.
I
want
to
get
two
run-throughs
in
,
and
we
do
n't
have
much
time
.
"
Old
Toot-Toot
,
looking
as
bright-eyed
and
bushytailed
as
ever
,
came
out
,
walked
to
Delacroix
's
cell
,
and
strolled
in
through
the
open
door
.
"
Sittin
down
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
'm
sittin
down
,
I
'm
sittin
down
,
I
'm
sittin
down
"
This
is
the
real
circus
,
I
thought
,
closing
my
eyes
for
a
second
.
This
is
the
real
circus
right
here
,
and
we
're
all
just
a
bunch
of
trained
mice
.
Then
I
put
the
thought
out
of
my
mind
,
and
we
started
to
rehearse
.
The
first
rehearsal
went
well
,
and
so
did
the
second
.
Percy
performed
better
than
I
could
have
hoped
for
in
my
wildest
dreams
.
That
did
n't
mean
things
would
go
right
when
the
time
really
came
for
the
Cajun
to
walk
the
Mile
,
but
it
was
a
big
step
in
the
right
direction
.
It
occurred
to
me
that
it
had
gone
well
because
Percy
was
at
long
last
doing
something
he
cared
about
.
I
felt
a
surge
of
contempt
at
that
,
and
pushed
it
away
.
What
did
it
matter
?
He
would
cap
Delacroix
and
roll
him
,
and
then
both
of
them
would
be
gone
.
If
that
was
n't
a
happy
ending
,
what
was
?
And
,
as
Moores
had
pointed
out
,
Delacroix
's
nuts
were
going
to
fry
no
matter
who
was
out
front
.
Still
,
Percy
had
shown
to
good
advantage
in
his
new
role
and
he
knew
it
.
We
all
did
.
As
for
me
,
I
was
too
relieved
to
dislike
him
much
,
at
east
or
the
time
being
.
It
looked
as
if
things
were
going
to
go
all
right
.
I
was
further
relieved
to
find
that
Percy
actually
listened
when
we
suggested
some
things
he
could
do
that
might
improve
his
performance
even
more
,
or
at
least
cut
down
the
possibility
of
something
going
wrong
.
If
you
want
to
know
the
truth
,
we
got
pretty
enthusiastic
about
it
--
even
Dean
,
who
ordinarily
stood
well
back
from
Percy
...
physically
as
well
as
mentally
,
if
he
could
.
None
of
it
that
surprising
,
either
,
I
suppose
--
for
most
men
,
nothing
is
more
flattering
than
having
a
young
person
actually
pay
attention
to
his
advice
,
and
we
were
no
different
in
that
regard
.
As
a
result
,
not
a
one
of
us
noticed
that
Wild
Bill
Wharton
was
no
longer
looking
up
at
the
ceiling
.
That
includes
me
,
but
I
know
he
was
n't
.
He
was
looking
at
us
as
we
stood
there
by
the
duty
desk
,
gassing
and
giving
Percy
advice
.
Giving
him
advice
!
And
him
pretending
to
listen
!
Quite
a
laugh
,
considering
how
things
turned
out
!
The
sound
of
a
key
rattling
into
the
lock
of
the
door
to
the
exercise
yard
put
an
end
to
our
little
postrehearsal
critique
.
Dean
gave
Percy
a
warning
glance
.
"
Not
a
word
or
a
wrong
look
,
"
he
said
.
"
We
do
n't
want
him
to
know
what
we
've
been
doing
.
It
's
not
good
for
them
.
Upsets
them
.
"
