“It’s planted!” said Colin at last. “And the sun is only slipping over the edge. Help me up, Dickon. I want to be standing when it goes. That’s part of the Magic.”

And Dickon helped him, and the Magic⁠—or whatever it was⁠—so gave him strength that when the sun did slip over the edge and end the strange lovely afternoon for them there he actually stood on his two feet⁠—laughing.