: Invaders from the Infinite by Campbell John W Jr John Wood - Science fiction Science Fiction

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PART I

The Sea Like Bronze

PART II

The Dance Round the Town

Sea-fog

PART IV

The Tower

PART I: THE SEA LIKE BRONZE. . . .

You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to: I helped the Duchess to cast off his yoke too: So here's the tale from beginning to end, My friend!

Ours is a great wild country; If you climb to our castle's top, I don't see where your eye can stop; For when you've passed the cornfield country, Where vineyards leave off, flocks are packed, And sheep-range leads to cattle-tract, And cattle-tract to open-chase, And open-chase to the very base Of the mountain where, at a funeral pace, Round about, solemn and slow, One by one, row after row, Up and up the pine trees go, Go, like black priests up, and so Down the other side again To another greater, wilder country. . . . 'To another greater, wilder country . . . 'To another greater . . .'

The soul of Charles Percy Harkness slipped, like a neat white pocket-handkerchief, out through the carriage window into the silver-blue air, hung there changing into a tiny white fleck against the immensity, struggling for escape above the purple-pointed trees of the dark wood, then, realising that escape was not yet, fluttered back into the carriage again, was caught by Charles Percy, neatly folded up, and put away.

The Browning lines--old-fashioned surely?--had yielded it a moment's hope. Those and some other lines from another outmoded book:

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