“My questions will be answered.”
A silence ensued.
“What do you propose to show me?” asked Maskull.
“The land is about to grow wilder. I am taking you to the Three Figures, which were carved and erected by an earlier race of men. There, we will pray.”
“And what then?”
“If you are truehearted, you will see things you will not easily forget.”
They had been walking slightly uphill in a sort of trough between two parallel, gently sloping downs. The trough now deepened, while the hills on either side grew steeper. They were in an ascending valley and, as it curved this way and that, the landscape was shut off from view. They came to a little spring, bubbling up from the ground. It formed a trickling brook, which was unlike all other brooks in that it was flowing up the valley instead of down. Before long it was joined by other miniature rivulets, so that in the end it became a fair-sized stream. Maskull kept looking at it, and puckering his forehead.
“Nature has other laws here, it seems?”
“Nothing can exist here that is not a compound of the three worlds.”
“Yet the water is flowing somewhere.”