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It seemed as though both of them, for that moment, were breathless with a strange emotion awakened in them by the sight of each other. And then slowly the girl rose to her feet. Still gazing at Lee, she came slowly forward with her hair dangling, framing her small oval face. The glow in the night-air tinted her features. It was a face of girlhood, almost mature–a face with wonderment on it now.

He knew that he was smiling; then, a few feet from the window she stopped and said shyly:

“You are Lee Anthony?”

“Yes.”

“I am Aura. When you have finished eating, I am to take you to him.”

“To him?”

“Yes. The One of Our Guidance. He bade me bring you.” Her soft voice was musical; to her, quite obviously, the English was a foreign tongue.

“I’m ready,” Lee said. “I’m finished.”

One of her slim bare arms went up with a gesture. From the corner of the little house the guard there turned, came inside. Lee turned to the room. The guard entered. “You are to come,” he said.

“So we just stay here, prisoners,” Franklin muttered. He and Vivian were blankly staring as Lee was led away.

* * * * *

Then in a moment he was alone beside the girl who had come for him. Silently they walked out into the glowing twilight, along a little woodland path with the staring people and the rustic, nestling dwellings blurring in the distance behind them. A little line of wooded hills lay ahead. The sky was like a dark vault–empty. The pastel light on the ground seemed inherent to the trees and the rocks; it streamed out like a faint radiation from everywhere. And then, as Lee gazed up into the abyss of the heavens, suddenly it seemed as though very faintly he could make out a tiny patch of stars. Just one small cluster, high overhead.

“The Universe you came from,” Aura said.

“Yes.” The crown of her tresses as she walked beside him was at his shoulder. He gazed down at her. “To whom are you taking me? It seems that I could guess–“

“I was told not to talk of that.”

“Well, all right. Is it far?”

“No. A little walk–just to that nearest hill.”

Again they were silent. “My Earth,” he said presently, “do you know much about it?”

“A little. I have been told.”

“It seems so far away to me now.”

She gazed up at him. She was smiling. “Is it? To me it seems quite close.” She gestured. “Just up there. It seemed far to you, I suppose–that was because you were so small, for so long, coming here.”

Like a man the size of an ant, trying to walk ten miles. Of course, it would be a monstrous trip. But if that man were steadily to grow larger, as he progressed he would cover the distance very quickly.

“Well,” Lee said, “I suppose I can understand that. You were born here, Aura?”

“Yes. Of course.”

“Your world here–what is it like?”

She gazed up at him as though surprised. “You have seen it. It is just a simple little place. We have not so many people here in the village, and about that many more–those who live in the hills close around here.”

“You mean that’s all? Just this village? Just a few thousand people?”

“Oh there are others, of course. Other groups–like ours, I guess–out in the forests–everywhere in all the forests, maybe.” Her gesture toward the distant, glowing, wooded horizons was vague. “We have never tried to find out. Why should we? Wherever they are, they have all that they need or want. So have we.”

The thing was so utterly simple. He pondered it. “And you–you’re very happy here?”

Her wide eyes were childlike. “Why yes. Of course. Why not? Why should not everyone be happy?”

“Well,” he said, “there are things–“