"I never really believed Tommy until this minute!" Clifton Sweeney said. "If you just forget about walls you're where you want to be!"
"Sure you are!" Tommy said. "It's as easy as skinning a chipmunk."
"Ned, Cynthia," Helen Sweeney said. "Come back!"
Tommy's sister simply smiled, a mischievous elfin smile which seemed to mock the vast loneliness of space. It was as if some wizard game, played by laughing children and wise forest creatures through long golden afternoons, had become a universe-spanning web, embracing everything in its path in a warm and radiant way.
Cynthia looked at Dan. "Well, darling?"
"Yes," Ned said, with quick decision. "We'll go back!"
And at that moment, in the forest deep and dark, the Druids built another house. It was designed to appeal to a man and a woman who had traveled far and grown weary of human cruelty and death. It was designed for gracious living; but whether the Druids, in their inscrutable wisdom, wished mankind well or ill, who could say?