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Updated: May 1, 2025
"Come Loto, little son," the woman said. "You hear it is the time of sleep for you." The boy put down his book reluctantly and went over to the fireplace, standing beside his mother with an arm about her neck. "Oh, mamita dear, will he surely come, this Santa Claus? He never knew about me before; will he surely come?" Lylda kissed him tenderly.
I was standing obviously on a concave surface, on the inside, not the outside of the world. "The situation, as I now understand it, was this: According to the smallest stature I reached, and calling my height at that time roughly six feet, I had descended into the ring at the time I met Lylda several thousand miles, at least. By the way, where is the ring?"
The Chemist rose after a moment and from the roof-top spoke a few words to the people in the street below. They answered him with shouts of applause mingled with a hum of murmured anger underneath. The Chemist went back to his friends, his face set and serious. As he dropped in his chair Lylda knelt on the floor before him, laying her arms on his knees.
Indeed, the whole city seemed built of some curious form of opaque glass, newly scrubbed and polished. "Children crowded from the doorways as we advanced, but Lylda dispersed them with a gentle though firm, command. As we approached the sort of castle I have mentioned, the reason for Lylda's authoritative manner dawned upon me.
I realized my situation saw myself in a detached sort of way a stranger in this extraordinary world, and only the power of my drug to raise me out of it. This drug you must remember, I had not as yet taken. Suppose it were not to act? Or were to act wrongly? "I glanced around. The king stood before me, quietly waiting my pleasure. Then I turned to Lylda.
"And then, as I turned to Lylda, I was struck with the extraordinary weirdness of her beauty as never before. The reflected light from the rain had something the quality of our moonlight. Shining on Lylda's body, it tremendously enhanced the iridescence of her skin.
We must wait here for Lylda. Reoh and Aura must stay with us. Then we can decide how to rescue Loto and what to do after that. But we must keep together." "Jack ought to be here by now," said the Big Business Man. "I hope Reoh and Aura come with him." For over an hour they waited, and still the Very Young Man did not come.
Lylda raised her arms up towards the far-away city with a gesture almost of benediction. "Good future to you, land that I love." Her voice trembled. "Good future to you, for ever and ever." The Very Young Man, standing behind them with Loto, was calling: "They're started; come on."
On the roof they could see two tiny figures the Chemist and Lylda waving their arms. The Big Business Man stopped short. "Now see here, Frank, let's understand this. We've been fooling with this thing too damned long. We've made a hell of a mess of it, you know that." He spoke determinedly, with a profanity unusual with him. The Doctor did not answer. "We got here yesterday.
Only now she wore also two circular metal discs strapped over her breasts. Her hair was unbound and fell in masses forward over her shoulders. Around her waist was a broad girdle of golden cloth with small pouches for holding the chemicals. She took her place among the men quietly. "See, I am ready," she said with a smile. "Oteo, you have sent him?" The Chemist nodded. Lylda turned to the Doctor.
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