"Of course," he agreed hurriedly. "Do not doubt it. All of you--I
think I understand best of us all. We must strive for our accustomed
normality. Remember--the mind now is nearly everything."
"I am--not really confused," I said.
It relieved him; he spoke more quietly. "This girl, Ala, came from her
own realm--wandered out here to see and feel for herself what madness
was possessing her people."
* * * * *
"It is strange," Ala said abruptly. "I am frightened--" Sudden terror
marked her features. I was standing nearest to her and her hand gripped
me. Again I felt that solidity. Normality. I was real; I laughed
contemptuously at all these shadows. The girl added anxiously:
"Cannot we go back? Now--where all is real--not like this. I--cannot
stay here much longer."
"We will go," said Will. "Bee--and you Rob--listen carefully. From now
on it is a question of the power of our minds--our will-power. If you
wander--weaken for a moment--we are lost. Keep thinking, I am here with
my friends. We are going together--going into the other realm." He
swung to the girl. "You, Ala, for you it is easier. But yield yourself
slowly. If you withdraw resistance you will rush beyond us. You
understand? Above everything else we must keep together."
She nodded.
We clung to each other. Ala began moving forward, drawing us onward up
that empty Borderland slope which now was steeply inclined. We passed
through the haystack--a mere shadow; passed upward through a corner of
the barn roof.
Beneath us now spread the phantom world we had left. But as my
thoughts dwelt on what we were going to do, the shadows of our earthly
realm seemed fading; growing dimmer, blurring as though about to
vanish. I watched them fearfully; when they were gone I would be in
darkness--pregnant darkness thronged with things unseeable. I thought
vehemently.
"We must keep together--we are going on into that other realm, Will
says we are--Will says we must keep together."
But my thought strayed. I remembered Will's house; the room we had
left--the little clock--Why, I fancied I almost saw it. Was I there,
back in that room?--Where was Bee?--Bee?--
I must have called her name in my thoughts, and at once she answered.
"Here Rob. Right here." And I felt the pressure of her hand.
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