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"I have been hearing—really hearing with my auditory sense, I mean—a strange, rushing noise. Haven't you? We have been miserable, preoccupied. But it is clear—a sound like the rushing of water or a great wind. I want to follow the sound, to find out what it is; if only because Le Noir spoke of no such thing—and so it can't be of great interest to him. Besides, in the noise there is a sound like music: sublime—deep-toned, like an organ note—a chord on a mighty organ.

"Possibly, even, he did not want us to know what it is, or to notice it. But when my mind cleared just now, I felt that a beginning to whatever resistance we can make, or effort to hide—something there must be which we can attempt. I must follow that sound, find what it leads to. Will you come, Lisa and Gibby? You will, won't you? Anything is better than to wait for Le Noir's return. And you—Michael, you will go with me?"

Yes, I would go with her, although Lisa and Gibbs were far too broken, too uncertain. They were both hopeless and resigned. Maybe Le Noir was not so hideously bad—were ghouls and vampires and Hell within the white moon possible? Yet—was it possible to have come where we