“Ah, no!” said Tito, overcome with instinctive terror. “Take me in another direction. I would like to see the Sun.”
“I will take thee to see the Sun, although we must go backward for it. Thus thou wilt see the curious spectacle of time turning backwards.”
He turned the chariot in space, and they commenced to run to the southwest.
A moment afterward Tito heard the sound of waves.
“We are in the Mediterranean,” said Death. “Now we cross the Strait of Gibraltar. Here is the Atlantic Ocean.”
“The Atlantic!” exclaimed Tito, with respect. He saw nothing but sky and water, or, more properly speaking, sky alone.
The chariot appeared to wander about in space, beyond the terrestrial atmosphere.
The stars shone in every direction round about him wherever he fixed his gaze.
So passed another moment.