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Gillan-who was Gillan? Why-I was Gillan! I halted in the sea of grass.
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And once more my control grew stronger, the full force of fear ebbed. It no longer tried to impede me on the ground, but circled over my head.
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Though I was out of the forest, I was not free of the bird. And beyond, an open country completely covered because here hung again a smoky mist, and that closed about me as I left the forest, so, glancing back a little later, I could no longer see trees, only a wall of smoke-fog. There was more space between the trees now, wider areas in which were twisted clumps of grass edged with small saw teeth. Only it did not leave me, any more than those padding hunters strayed from my back trail. I waited for it to fly at my head-perhaps strike at my eyes.
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Once it strove to get between my feet, as if to trip me, but a last sidewise leap saved me. The bird did not leave me-it flapped over my head, would alight ahead to wait, each time beaming into my whirling mind its false calclass="underline" And behind the lurkers at last made up their minds, they fastened to the chase, began to track me in earnest. Now I ran from the bird, from that place where the truth had faced me. There was no Gillan-not here-never to be found-never! Trap-this creature, others-they could pick up my call-use it to confuse and entrap me. I flung out a hand to ward the horror off. Now its clawed feet moved in the dust it sidled towards me. That name had come from this monster of the spectre forest.
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I stared at that grotesque parody of a bird. For a long moment we were so, confronting one another. I started back against a tree trunk, and it paused as if startled and perplexed by my action. Then it flapped its wings, ran to meet me in a rapid scuttle. It continued to squat there though I walked towards it, turning its huge beaked head from side to side as if to better view me one eye at a time. Bird? How could one equate that name for a warm, feathered, singing thing with this small horror of loose, leathery skin, naked wattled head, a head three-quarters rapacious beak? Here-Fans gave way to ferns, trees grew smaller in girth-was I coming to the other side of the forest? A winged thing planed down, squatting in my way, looking up at me. Through the patches of fans, under trees once more-on and on-Those others, the hunters, they came too, still well behind, but coming.
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Had that monstrous lake dweller picked up my call and used it to draw me?Īnother deception, trap baiting? I could not be sure, nor could I not answer. I turned my back upon the turgid waters and went on into the wood once more. How long did it take me to round the end of the lake, dogged by the eyes? There was no time in this land, only purpose, need and hunger and my own hunger gave me strength to pull away. There was Gillan-I must find Gillan! And the thought of her snapped the spell those eyes had thrown upon me, so I could move, not into the water as they willed, but along the shore.įor a time those eyes paralleled me and I could feel the grasp and pull of the will behind them, tearing at my resolve, trying to force me to turn, look into them-obey-until at last I made each step with the effort of one climbing a mountain cliff, but I made it. I must not be swallowed up in that mere, go to meet the death behind those eyes. I trembled, drawn forward by the willing of those eyes, rooted by my own sense of preservation. Those were no bubbles, but eyes!-eyes regarding me, drawing-drawing-No! Again the water was troubled, but this time twin bubbles arose, an even space between them.