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We were happy. It had been a terrific day. The weather was perfect, and everything we did had worked out right. We went to a fan party that evening and afterward had a late di
"Come on," I said, aiming my beer can at a trash bin and catching hold of her hand. "Let's take a walk."
"Where to?" she asked, as I drew her to her feet.
"Fairy land," I replied. "The fabled realms of yore. Eden. Come on."
Laughing, she let me lead her along the beach, toward a place where it narrowed, squeezing by high embankments. The moon was generous and yellow, the sea sang my favorite song.
We strolled hand in hand past the bluffs, where a quick turning of the way took us out of sight of our stretch of sand: I looked for the cave that should be occurring soon, high and narrow . . .
"A cave," I a
"It'll be dark."
"Good," I said, and we entered.
The moonlight followed us for about six paces. By then, though, I had spotted the turnoff to the left.
"'This way," I stated. "It is dark!"
"Sure. Just keep hold of me a little longer. It'll be okay." Fifteen or twenty steps and there was a faint illumination to the right. I led her along that turning and the way bright- ened as we advanced.
"We may get lost," she said softly.
"I don't get lost," I answered her.
It continued to brighten. ‘The way turned once more, and we proceeded along that last passage to emerge at the foot of a mountain in sight of a low forest, the sun standing at midmorning height above its trees.
She froze, blue eyes wide. "It's daytime!" she said.
"Tempus fugit," I replied. "Come on."
We walked through the woods for a time, listening to the birds and the breezes, dark-haired Julia and I, and I led her after a while through a canyon of colored rocks and grasses, beside a stream that flowed into a river.
We followed the river until we came, abruptly, to a precipice from whence it plunged a mighty distance, casting rainbows and fogs. Standing there, staring out across the great valley that lay below, we beheld a city of spires and cupolas, gilt and crystal, through morning and mist.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"Just around the comer," I said. "Come."
I led her to the left, then down a trail that took us back along the face of the cliff, passing finally behind the cataract. Shadows and diamond beads . . . a roaring to approach the power of silence . . .
We passed at last into a tu
"'They're down there, too," she said. "And to both sides! There is nothing below but more stars. And to the sides . . ."
"Yes. Pretty things, aren't they?"
We remained there for a long while, watching, before I could persuade her to come away and follow the tu
We walked away then, hand in hand, down myriad ways beneath skies of many colors, coming at last in sight of a quiet lake with a sun entering evening upon its farther shore. There was a glittering mass of rock off to my right. We walked out upon a small point cushioned with mosses and ferns.
I put my arms around her and we stood there for a long time, and the wind in the trees was lute song counterpointed by invisible birds. Later still, I unbuttoned her blouse. "Right here?" she said.
"I like it here. Don't you?"
"It's beautiful. Okay. Wait a minute."
So we lay down and love till the shadows covered us. After a time she slept, as I desired.
I set a spell upon her to keep her asleep, for I was begi
On the beach from which we' d started I put her down and stretched out beside her. Soon I slept also.
We did not awaken till after the sun was up, when the sounds of bathers roused us.
She sat up and stared at me.
"Last night," she said, "could not have been a dream. But it couldn't have been real either. Could it?"
"I guess so," I said. She furrowed her brow.
"What did you just agree to?" she asked.
"Breakfast," I said. "Let's go get some. Come on."
"Wait a minute." She put a hand on my arm. "Something unusual happened. What was it?"
"Why destroy the magic by talking about it? Let's go eat."
She questioned me a lot in the days that followed, but I was adamant in refusing to talk about it. Stupid, the whole thing was stupid. I should never have taken her on that walk. It contributed to that final argument that set us permanently apart.
And now, driving, as I thought about it, I realized something more than my stupidity. I realized that I had been in love with her, that I still loved her. Had I not taken her on that walk, or had I acknowledged her later accusation that I was a sorcerer, she, would not have taken the route that she took, seeking power of her own-probably for self protection. She would be alive.
I bit my lip and cried out. I cut around the braking car in front of me and crashed a light. If I had killed the thing I loved, I was certain that the opposite was not going to be true.
CHAPTER 3
Grief and anger shrink my world, and I resent this. They seem to paralyze my memory of happier times, of friends, places, things; options. Squeezed by the grip of intense, unsettling emotion, I grow smaller in my single-mindedness. I suppose it is partly because I have discarded a range of choices, impairing in some measure my freedom of will. I don't like this, but after a point I have small control over it. It makes me feel that I have surrendered to a kind of determinism, which imitates me even more. Then, vicious cycle, this feeds back into the emotion that drives me and intensifies it. The simple way of ending this situation is the headlong rush to remove its object. The difficult way is more philosophical, a drawing back, the reestablishment of control. As usual, the difficult way is preferable. A headlong rush may also result in a broken neck.
I parked in the first place that I saw, opened the window, lit my pipe. I vowed not to depart until I had grown calm. All of my life I have had a tendency to overreact to things. It seems to run in my family. But I did not want to be like the others. They made a lot of trouble for themselves that way. The full-scale, all-or-nothing reaction may be all right if you always win, but that way also lies high tragedy or at least opera if you happen to be up against something extraordinary. And I did have indications that this was the case. Therefore, I was a fool. I told myself this till I believed it.