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Part Ten
Therewasmorewindowthanwalluponitswalls,andthewindowswentonstraightaroundthecorners,thoughhowthiskeptthehousestandingwecouldnotguess.Thewallswerehardandsmooth,ofthatstoneunlikestonewhichwehadseeninourtunnel.
Webothknewitwithoutwords:thishousewasleftfromtheUnmentionableTimes.Thetreeshadprotecteditfromtimeandweather,andfrommenwhohavelesspitythantimeandweather.WeturnedtotheGoldenOneandweasked:
“Areyouafraid?”
Buttheyshooktheirhead.Sowewalkedtothedoor,andwethrewitopen,andwesteppedtogetherintothehouseoftheUnmentionableTimes.
Weshallneedthedaysandtheyearsahead,tolook,tolearn,andtounderstandthethingsofthishouse.Today,wecouldonlylookandtrytobelievethesightofoureyes.Wepulledtheheavycurtainsfromthewindowsandwesawthattheroomsweresmall,andwethoughtthatnotmorethantwelvemencouldhavelivedhere.Wethoughtitstrangethatmenhadbeenpermittedtobuildahouseforonlytwelve.
Neverhadweseenroomssofulloflight.Thesunraysdanceduponcolors,colors,morecolorsthanwethoughtpossible,wewhohadseennohousessavethewhiteones,thebrownonesandthegrey.Thereweregreatpiecesofglassonthewalls,butitwasnotglass,forwhenwelookeduponitwesawourownbodiesandallthethingsbehindus,asonthefaceofalake.Therewerestrangethingswhichwehadneverseenandtheuseofwhichwedonotknow.Andtherewereglobesofglasseverywhere,ineachroom,theglobeswiththemetalcobwebsinside,suchaswehadseeninourtunnel.
