cross was especially distinct.
“ I- , dear, before it is too late. … If you want … I’ll leave everything, I’ll forget everything, and we’ll go there beyond the Wall, to them . … I do not even know who they are. …”
She shook her head. Through the dark windows of her eyes I saw within her a flaming oven, sparks, tongues of flame and above them a heap of dry, tarry wood. It was clear to me that it was too late, my words could be of no avail.
She stood up. She would soon leave. Perhaps these were the last days, or the last minutes. … I grasped her hand.
“No, stay a little while longer … for the sake … for the sake. …”
She slowly lifted my hand towards the light, my hairy paw which I detest. I wanted to withdraw it but she held it tightly.
“Your hand. … You undoubtedly don’t know and very few do know, that women from here occasionally used to fall in love with them . Probably there are in you a few drops of that blood of the sun and the woods. Perhaps that is why I. …”
Silence. It was so strange that because of that silence, because of an emptiness, of nothing, my heart should beat so wildly. I cried.
“Ah, you shall not go yet! You shall not go until you tell me about them … for you love … them, and I do not know even who they are, nor where they come from.”
“Who are they? The half we have lost. H 2 and O , two halves; but in order to get water, H 2 O , creeks, seas, waterfalls, storms, it is necessary that those two halves be united.”