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Chapter 12 — The Selenite’s Face
Wedidatleastknowwhathadbroughtaboutthismeetingofincompatiblecreatures.ButconceivehowitwouldseemtodecentLondoners,forexample,tocomeuponacoupleoflivingthings,asbigasmenandabsolutelyunlikeanyotherearthlyanimals,careeringaboutamongthesheepinHydePark!Itmusthavetakenhimlikethat.
Figureus!Wewereboundhandandfoot,faggedandfilthy;ourbeardstwoincheslong,ourfacesscratchedandbloody.Cavoryoumustimagineinhisknickerbockers(torninseveralplacesbythebayonetscrub)hisJaegarshirtandoldcricketcap,hiswiryhairwildlydisordered,atailtoeveryquarteroftheheavens.Inthatbluelighthisfacedidnotlookredbutverydark,hislipsandthedryingblooduponmyhandsseemedblack.IfpossibleIwasinaworseplightthanhe,onaccountoftheyellowfungusintowhichIhadjumped.Ourjacketswereunbuttoned,andourshoeshadbeentakenoffandlayatourfeet.Andweweresittingwithourbackstothisqueerbluishlight,peeringatsuchamonsterasDurermighthaveinvented.
Cavorbrokethesilence;startedtospeak,wenthoarse,andclearedhisthroat.Outsidebeganaterrificbellowing,asifamooncalfwereintrouble.Itendedinashriek,andeverythingwasstillagain.
PresentlytheSeleniteturnedabout,flickeredintotheshadow,stoodforamomentretrospectiveatthedoor,andthencloseditonus;andoncemorewewereinthatmurmurousmysteryofdarknessintowhichwehadawakened.