After a time he grew to be afraid when the darkness
swallowed her up, and in that darkness he would call for her, and
always he heard her voice in answer.
Then came a long oblivion. He floated through cool space away from
the imps of torment; his bed was of downy clouds, and on these
clouds he drifted with a great shining river under him; and at
last the cloud he was in began to shape itself into walls and on
these walls were pictures, and a window through which the sun was
shining, and a black pennon--and he heard a soft, wonderful music
that seemed to come to him faintly from another world. Other
creatures were at work in his brain now. They were building up and
putting together the loose ends of things. Carrigan became one of
them, working so hard that frequently a pair of dark eyes came out
of the dawning of things to stop him, and quieting hands and a
voice soothed him to rest. The hands and the voice became very
intimate. He missed them when they were not near, especially the
hands, and he was always groping for them to make sure they had
not gone away.
Only once after the floating cloud transformed itself into the
walls of the bateau cabin did the chaotic darkness of the sands
fully possess him again.
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