Chapter Eleven: The Hall of Books
“Arthur”, murmured my mind, “may I have a talk with you?” I did not speak the words in order that the others should not be disturbed, but directed the thought into his mind. At once I saw him rise and …
“Arthur”, murmured my mind, “may I have a talk with you?” I did not speak the words in order that the others should not be disturbed, but directed the thought into his mind. At once I saw him rise and …
Suddenly my musings were interrupted by excited barking, and there was Rainbow, tearing down the last slope towards me! He did not pause in his headlong dash but leapt high in my arms where he wriggled enthusiastically, washing every inch …
Very soon we began to walk up the hill and out of the valley. Gradually the light from the creative substance grew less, until I could see it no more. I could not resist standing still to look down into …
As we crossed the meadow and entered a shady grove, my guide paused and pointed out a man who was walking slowly up and down. “There he is.” Again she touched my arm in dismissal and I walked forward quickly. …
“Come,” she invited, “your task is over here.” “I know,” I agreed, falling in beside her and tucking Rainbow under my arm. “I must tell you about it.” “Do you not know I have been with you all the time? …
“Is that his name?” Marie asked gravely. “How do you know?” I looked up to reply and then saw the twinkle in her eyes. “Go on,” she laughed, “you tell me this time.” “Well,” I began, feeling a trifle embarrassed …
BESIDE ME, kneeling on the grass, was a young woman, clad in a white tunic as my own. She did not see me at first for she was absorbed in a little brown spaniel which sat before her. She was …
IN JUST a moment, it seemed, we were standing on a level, grassy field. It was gently lit, but the atmosphere was cool and fresh. Here and there were clumps of long grasses, and away to my right I glimpsed …
Then began a long conference First my companions laid out upon the ground a copy, as it were, of my stained and pitiful cloak. Each phase of my past life was divided into sections like the great pages of a …
Falling on my knees, I bowed my head and said a prayer of thanksgiving. Then I rose up and looked upon the gates once more. Wonderingly, I watched a curious change take place in them. Each rail of which the …
It seemed such a short time after I had drawn that last, gasping breath. Curiously, I had felt like a caged bird longing to be free. No, that breath was not a struggling to remain and breathe of earth-air still; …