CHAPTER XI
THE GARDEN OF THE SORCERER
That night Raphael dropped into a dreamless sleep. When he woke in the morning, he thought he was in Uniontown at home. There was Cassandra’s bed, and Cassandra’s black head upon the pillow. But the nursery walls were different. They were yellow. Then he remembered everything. He lay half asleep looking across the room at the pictures in silhouette. Cassandra had told him the whole story of her capture. She had waked in the Sorcerer’s aeroplane and had been taken to a castle with no windows. From this she had been carried to a strange boat which also had no windows. Then they had driven over a long road in a racing automobile to the tower in the city.
Cassandra was very vague about the details. She had been sleepy. She had only really waked when he, Raphael, had come. Well, there she was, Cassandra, his sister.
‘Cassie,’ he called softly to see if she were awake.
‘Yes,’ said Cassandra, opening her eyes.
‘Let’s get up. What time is it?’
‘I don’t know.’
Raphael got out of bed. Running over he pulled the bedclothes off Cassandra with a jerk, shouting, ‘Ya, ya. Sleepy head. Going to stay all day in bed.’ Cassandra hit at him with a pillow. Then Raphael remembered the Sorcerer. As the Emissary of Gæa he should behave with more dignity. He walked over to the bathroom and slipped on his new clothes.
When Cassandra and he went down to breakfast, they found the Sorcerer seated in a chair reading a magazine.