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Looking back, I could see only the lower part of his legs blocked against the outer light. "Glora! Alan, where are you?" For a moment I did not see them. It was darker in this tunnel of broken rocky walls, and jagged arching roof than outside. Then I heard Alan's voice: "George! Over here!" They came running to me. For a moment we stood, undecided. My eyes were becoming accustomed to the gloom.
It was a golden cage strapped there. And I seemed to see that there was something in it. A tiny figure? Babs! "I think he has her there," Glora murmured. "You see the little box with bars? The girl, Babs, is a prisoner in there." She spoke swiftly, vehemently. "He will take the boat to the island." She gripped us. "You think it really best to go? I do what you say.
As though drawn by a magnet, Alan turned to watch it. It landed on the wall. Alan was aware of Dr. Kent rushing with trembling steps to a shelf where bottles stood. Glora was stricken into immobility, the blood draining from her face. The fly flew again. It passed directly over Alan.
One May morning, as the children of Lir floated in the air around the island of Inis Glora, they heard a faint bell sounding across the eastern sea. The mist lifted, and they saw afar off, beyond the waves, a vision of a stately white-robed priest, with attendants around him on the Irish shore. They knew that it must be St.
Alan knelt and shoved his hand and arm into it, but Glora sprang at him. "Don't do that!" "Why not? How deep is it?" She retorted sharply, "The Doctor Polter is ahead of us. How far away in size, who knows? Do you want to crush him, and crush that young girl with him?" Alan's jaw dropped. "Good Lord!" We stood with the little pit before us, and another of the pellets ready. "Now!" said Glora.
Kent and Babs followed me out within a few moments. But Alan was not with them! He had seen Polter fall. His father and Babs were safe. The sacrifice he had made in leaving Glora was no longer needed. Down there on the rocky plateau, Dr. Kent suddenly realized that Alan was dwindling. "Father, I have to! Don't you understand? Glora's world is menaced. I can't leave her like this.
With a muttered curse at his own reluctance, Alan seized the small pellet. I stopped him. "Wait!" The men momentarily were engaged in a low-voiced, earnest discussion. I dared to hesitate a moment longer. "Glora, where will you be?" "Here. Right here. I will hide." "We want to go after Mr. Polter," I gestured. "Into the little piece of golden rock.
He took Glora's hand and they walked in advance of me. "We haven't thanked you yet, Glora," he added. "Not needed. I came for help from your world. I followed the Dr. Polter when he came outward. He has made my world and my people, his slaves. I came for help. And because I have helped you, needs no thanks." "But we do thank you, Glora." Alan turned his flushed, earnest face back to me.
Kent knew that; but none of them knew what had happened to me. "We must make you small, Father. We have the drugs, here with us." "Yes! How much have you? Show me. Oh, my boy, that you are here and Babs " "Don't you worry. We'll get away from him." Glora and Alan had almost reached Dr. Kent's size before their excited fingers could get out the vials.
The dwindling island was a turmoil. Little figures were pouring from the palace. At the edge of the water. Alan, Glora and Dr. Kent stood for an instant looking behind them. The palace was rocking. Its roof heaved upward and then smashed and fell aside with the clatter of tumbling masonry.
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