and as she went farther and farther into the darkness of the great
hollow mountain, she kept thinking more and more about her
grandmother,
and all that she had said to her, and how kind she had been, and how
beautiful she was, and all about her lovely room, and the fire of roses,
and the great lamp that sent its light through stone walls. And she
became more and more sure that the thread could not have gone there
of
itself, and that her grandmother must have sent it. But it tried her
dreadfully when the path went down very steep, and especially when
she
came to places where she had to go down rough stairs, and even
sometimes
a ladder. Through one narrow passage after another, over lumps of
rock
and sand and clay, the thread guided her, until she came to a small
hole
through which she had to creep. Finding no change on the other
side--"Shall I ever get back?" she thought, over and over again,
wondering at herself that she was not ten times more frightened, and
often feeling as if she were only walking in the story of a dream.
Sometimes she heard the noise of water, a dull gurgling inside the
rock.
Madhuri Noah
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