allowing few air. I realised about my loss. ‘Shall I stay here for an eternity? ‘, wondered I withtears able to drop. Nothing else was heard then , but my weeping , my loud broken sobbing ,my infinite wailing that made me soaked to the skin by the fluid of my eyeball . I asked for the help of Himalone : ' Rescue this weak servant of Thine , O One ! Find him a way out!Show him Guidance, for none but Thee can do! 'After a while, I saw a timid gleam, through the small hole, shining tenderly over a strangewriting carved on the ground of the cave. It needed some cleaning, but I had myself toscrabble roughly to make it readable. Doing so, my eyes first fell on a word well-known, See,and an expression beyond the reach of my understanding, be 't no Hell, and more ye shallsee ! There was another writing but not in our words. It may be the secret say, by which this prison shall open its doors. It was hard to grasp. A unique form, gathering, like a tree, morethan four words at once. Each word was circled by five others, and it stretched forth to threeseparated sentences. No one could read it under such stressful fear, but I managed to have aclear sight of it. It helped no meaning to me, for there was no way to know whose languagewas this. I stayed there in dismay, loathing the days that made my fall so easy, the fact of being a coward rather than a brave one, and blaming my own self for the lack of courage Ihad. Desperate as I were, my decision to look through the hole was finally taken. I saw reallynothing bringing hope. The same gleam disturbed my vision of the so other-world. ‘One maylive to see one's end potted like this! ‘, said I in disgust, 'Damn it, useless words, shall I berepeating ''See, be 't no Hell, and more ye shall see!'' for the rest of my existence ? Then mylife ...' _ I was interrupted by a vociferous noise to which everything responded by quaking,shaking, cracking, and collapsing into pieces. This was the second unforeseen fall. This time,I kept bounding, leap after leap, on an already burned ground. The grass itself, not green, wasa glue-like one. I was full of dirt, even to my nose. I stood with pain and, to my frightening,saw a giant body holding the leach of two giant dogs, to which my blood completely dried up.One bark was enough to make me kneel; more barking and they were unleashed. They camestraight to swallow me. I fled hurrily; for shouting whup was not to drive these dogs away. Iadded to my speed but they were still behind. Sometimes, their biting was too close;sometimes their sharp claws tore my clothes. One more steps and I found myself trapped likean easy prey. The dogs feet were upon my body, waiting their master to show. ‘What are youwaiting for? ‘, shouted I, ' Devour me! Make me your food! Do it!’ Now my hands were ableto drop the bed cover out of my face. Now, I woke up almost breathless and trembling like anold. ‘My sakes! Was this really a nightmare, or what? ‘, have I replied to myself earnestly.To say that this was a simple nightmare sounded doubtful inside my mind. By this moment,the sun began to rise chasing every sample of fear. The room, itself, was nourished by ahumble light. That grey smoke that scared me left no trace, as if nothing has showed at all. Tofeel more secured, I disengaged from the bed and went to prepare some hot drink. Once done,I sat by the kitchen window dosing and thinking. ‘Unbelievable! ‘, I said to myself, ' This place may be haunted, or am I little bit troubled trusting such illusions? It is so harsh a dreamto endure, or telling me a dream may come true, I cannot believe it! ‘So, I made up my mind,with the last poughs I had, to get my hands busy rather than annoying my thoughts by whodares not appear by daylight. I opened all the windows, which seemed to welcome the day,swept all the dust away, washed some yesterday dishes, and entered a room full of tools readyto stay in for the rest of the morning. Not even a fly came to harass me during my work , noteven after I had a perfect meal .Later on by the afternoon , everything was silent , except somesinging birdies , some passing vehicles by intervals of time , and a couple of noisy catsmeowing as they fought beside a trash . I spent hours balancing in an armchair, turning the2
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