He grabbed the end of the rope and swung out toward the other bank with a kind of wild exhilaration
and landed gently on his feet, taller and stronger and wiser in that mysterious land.
Leslie's favorite place besides the castle stronghold was the pine forest.
There the trees grew so thick at the top that the sunshine was veiled.
No low bush or grass could grow in that dim light, so the ground was carpeted with golden needles.
“I used to think this place was haunted,” Jess had confessed to Leslie the first afternoon he had revved up his courage to bring her there.
“Oh, but it is,” she said. “But you don't have to be scared. It's not haunted with evil things.”
“How do you know?” “You can just feel it. Listen.”
At first he heard only the stillness. It was the stillness that had always frightened him before,
but this time it was like the moment after Miss Edmunds finished a song, just after the chords hummed down to silence.
Leslie was right. They stood there, not moving, not wanting the swish of dry needles beneath their feet to break the spell.
Far away from their former world came the cry of geese heading southward.
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다음페이지
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