“What for? Why, I—I never saw a sunrise till I came here!”
Now Sender was shocked again. “This is incredible! But I forget where you are from. And perhaps in the city no dawn was worth rising to, so they went unsung. Here it is a magical time. The world is reborn and song pours from every throat. But the most magical time of all is when the moon is fulling. Then the dawn singers gather in their craft and float singing through the sky.…”
Sender was silent a moment, then he said, “I will alert the singers anyway, so they will be on the watch for you. But if we only had some idea of the area you are in … Perhaps, if you could tell me of the kinds of trees growing around you …”
Save for pines, Brick hardly knew one tree from another. But Nurse Jackson knew. “Wait till I wake the others,” he said. “Maybe I can find out something.”
He quietly awoke Nurse Jackson, but he had hardly begun to explain about Sender when the others awoke also. They crowded about, listening with growing excitement.
Nurse Jackson could think of nothing that would help. “All I can say is that it still looks like part of Alabama—though it could just as easily be the Carolinas or Virginia. But that wouldn’t mean anything to him. I know now we’re on another planet. Look at that big pink moon!”
“It’s just impossibly gorgeous!” Lily Rose said softly, moving to the edge of the shelter for a better view of it. “It makes you want to go drifting away under it, singing and singing—”
Her voice died abruptly. She went rigid, and Brick saw that she was staring, not at the moon, but at the gate.
The gate was slowly, quietly, being opened by something huge on the outside.
The moment, and the sudden shattering fear that went with it, was something that Brick knew would be forever engraved on his memory. In the bright moonlight his unbelieving eyes could make out the monstrous shape on the other side of the palings. It was the great spotted dog, and the creature had lifted the latch with its mouth and stepped back to open the gate. Now, as Brick stood frozen, staring at it, the monster gave a little jerk of its mighty head that sent the heavy gate flying wide. Then it entered.
In the back of his mind Brick was only partially aware of Sender calling urgently, “What is it? What is wrong?” But there was no time to pull his wits together and answer. He sprang for his crossbow, but even as he snatched it up he realized it was empty, nor could he see the arrows anywhere within reach. He dropped the useless thing and grabbed the adze by the fireplace.
“What is the trouble?” Sender called sharply. “Is anyone in danger?”
“Yes!” he said, hardly realizing he was speaking as he whirled to face the intruder. “It’s that—that monster! That spotted dog! He followed us here—he’s just now opened the gate and come in. I—I’ve got to stop him somehow.”
He sprang forward, adze raised. But Princess was quicker. She sped past him, past the motionless Lily Rose who seemed powerless to move, then slowed and began speaking softly as she approached the spotted beast with her small white arms outstretched.
Sender was calling, “No! Do not hurt the great dog! He is your friend! That is Janico. He is the warden of the South Preserve.”
Brick dropped the adze, which he knew would have been all but useless against such an adversary. The sudden relief that flooded over him left him weak and trembling. He saw Princess with her arms around the great dog’s neck, and he said thankfully to Sender, “I wouldn’t have believed it! But it’s okay now. He’s found a friend.”
“Good!” Sender replied. “He’s highly intelligent, but very shy. Janico is known everywhere. His strain was developed to guard the deer and the other rare animals from extinction by the big cats. He is the only one of his kind left on the continent, so now we know you are somewhere in the South Preserve. But it is a very large area—”
“Are there horses in the preserve?” Brick asked abruptly, and sent a mental picture of the horses he had seen.
“Just those two!” came the surprised reply. “You saw them?”
“Yes. In the meadow near the bunkhouse.”
“That is where they are usually seen. Then you must be in the first shelter west of there! I will tell the singers immediately. If some are close, they may find you before dawn …”
They were much too excited to sleep after that. They built up the fire in the fireplace, then sat watching the sky and listening, their excitement mounting as the fulling moon swung westward.
Nurse Jackson whispered, “Brick, you know something I don’t. It has to do with time. My watch—”
“It’ll always be fast,” he said. “The days are longer than they used to be. And the moon is closer.”
“Brick, what are you trying to tell me? Why—why is this so much like Alabama?”
Even though he had guessed the truth, the fact of it still boggled him. “It’s because this—used to be Alabama. But that was ages ago. Ages and ages ago. I—I don’t know how it happened, but when we came here, we—we came into the future.”
The huge Janico, lying beside Princess, suddenly raised his great head. Lily Rose said breathlessly, “I hear them!”
Now Brick could hear them, faintly in the distance. He sprang up with the rest as the first boat drifted across the moon. Others followed, circling downward. The voices that came from them were the happy voices of the young, and they sang in welcome.
Janico thrust open the gate. Brick and the rest moved through it, slowly, wonderingly, yesterday’s children going to meet the children of tomorrow.
About the Author
Alexander Key (1904–1979) started out as an illustrator before he began writing science fiction novels for young readers. He has published many titles, including Sprockets: A Little Robot, Mystery of the Sassafras Chair, and The Forgotten Door, winner of the Lewis Carroll Shelf Award. Key’s novel Escape to Witch Mountain was adapted for film in 1975, 1995, and 2009.
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Copyright © 1975 by Alexander Key
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