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.""What's the harm in that?""I might change something else as well… who can say what? It's too dangerous.""Such a little thing… and you and your friend Urizen are going back and forth in time so much anyway.""But we never interfere.The spirits travel in time too, but since they can neither touch anything nor speak to anyone that doesn't cause any problems.The flesh and blood time voyager must try to be as much as possible like a ghost.""Were you like a ghost when you took this thing here?" She held up the flashlight."Urizen gave it to me.""I didn't see him do it.""I left, visited the future and saw Urizen, then returned to the same instant I'd departed from.That's why it seemed to you, I suppose, that the flashlight appeared by magic.""Lord help us!""But even that little thing made the others angry.""What others?" This was something new.Others?"Urizen and I are not the only time travelers.There are quite a few others, but they stay mostly in the far future.They call themselves the League of the Zoa.Zoa is an ancient Greek word meaning 'beasts'.Urizen is one of their leaders.There are three others, Tharmas, Luvah and Los.It is Los who warned me against changing the past.There's an argument…Urizen changes the past and Los goes back and changes it again, back to what it was.""So Urizen does change the past! Then so can you!""No, you don't understand.He doesn't make any major changes, and Los always corrects whatever he does.""But this flashlight…" She held it up.Suddenly it vanished.She gave a little scream."You see?" he said reasonably.*Another evening a month later, they sat in their rockers before the fire.Kate had tried once again and once again failed to see any "visions" in the flames.Pouting, she picked up her knitting and began working with rigid angry movements."Mr.Blake, will I ever see them?""Who, Kate?""The Zoas.You visit them every day, but I never see nothing.It's a man's world, right enough.""Perhaps you are the lucky one." His voice was more than usually sombre."How can you say that? Your life has ever so much adventure in it, while mine…" She shrugged."What good is experience without understanding? I tell you, Mrs.Blake, the more I see the less I understand.At first I thought—yes, I'm serious—I thought Urizen might be Satan, but now that I see he shares power with three other Zoas, I don't know what to think.Have you ever heard of four Satans?""There's never been but one, so far as I know.""I talk to these Zoas.I shake hands with them, touch them.But what are they, Kate? I don't even know that.Are they angels? Sometimes they wear wings, but now I know there's a time in the future when everyone will wear wings and fly.Are they demons? They don't seem really evil, not even Urizen, though the others warn me against him.Urizen's only crime, so far as I can tell, is a passion for knowledge.He must always know the why of everything, and the how.It seems to me he'd be willing to take the universe apart to see how it works.""And if he couldn't put it together again?""That wouldn't matter to him.Once we stood together at dawn in the fields outside Jerusalem in 30 BC and watched a shepherd tending sheep.Urizen saw a sheep straying toward us and I thought he'd give the signal for us to slip out of that time, but instead he knelt before the sheep and whispered to it, 'Who made you?' As if the sheep could talk.""Well, the Good Lord made the sheep of course.I hope you told Urizen that.God made the sheep and everything else.""I told him, but he only smiled at me with that faint mocking smile he has, and said, 'After all you've seen, does that word still mean anything to you?' ""Heavens, Mr.Blake!""I wrote a song about it and tried to sing it to him, but he wouldn't listen.""I'll listen, Mr.Blake."William cleared his throat and began singing, rocking in his chair in time to the music.The melody was his own, but it had the quality of an old English folksong.Little lamb, who made thee?Dost thou know who made thee?Gave thee life, and bade thee feed,By the stream and o'er the mead;Gave thee clothing, woolly, bright;Gave thee such a tender voice,Making all the vales rejoice?Little lamb, who made thee?Dost thou know who made thee?Little lamb, I'll tell thee;Little lamb, I'll tell thee;He is called by thy name,For He calls Himself a Lamb.He is meek and He is mild.He became a little child.I a child and thou a lamb,We are called by His name.Little lamb, God bless thee.Little lamb, God bless thee.There was a long silence in the room, then Kate's rocker creaked as she leaned toward him and said softly, "That's very pretty, Mr.Blake."*She had been dreaming of lambs and of herself as a shepherdess when she felt someone gently shaking her.She grumbled and turned over.The shaking came again."Let me sleep, Mr.Blake," she muttered.Silently he shook her again, and this time she opened her eyes."Look, Kate," William whispered.She saw he was pointing toward the foot of the bed.Slowly, numbly, she became aware of a tall motionless figure standing there, just beyond the bedstead."Oh my God," she murmured.The figure was naked, muscular, bearded… the beard was long and white and seemed to glow faintly in the dark, or perhaps the feeble light that filtered in from some unseen moon was fooling her."Is that… ?" she began."Yes, it's Urizen." William, too, sounded frightened.But why? Wasn't Urizen his good friend and traveling companion?"Speak to him, Mr.Blake," she whispered."Urizen, old chap.Good to see you again, sir.And to what—ahem—to what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"Urizen did not answer, only smiled faintly and vanished.It took her a moment to recover, but when she did she turned to William with a joyful cry."I saw him! I saw him!" She could see William's visions at last!But William was sober, disturbed."And he saw us.Now he knows where to find us.""But where's the harm in that? He's your friend, isn't he?""I don't know what he is! I never told him exactly what time and place I came from, because I wanted to be sure first that… that he wouldn't harm you.""Harm me? Why would he harm me?""I don't know, Kate, but I do know this.Now he can appear whenever he likes and do whatever he likes to us, and there's no policeman in the world can catch him or protect us [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]