第13章
ItwasjustashearrivedwiththeseventhloadinthisextremelydishevelledconditionthatOroandhisdaughteremergedfromthecave。IndeedBastin，who，beingshortsighted，alwaysworespectaclesthat，owingtohisheatedstatewerecoveredwithmist，notseeingthatdignitary，dumpeddownthelastbasketontohistoes，exclaiming：
"There，youlazybeggar，ItoldyouIwouldbringitall，andI
have。"
InfacthethoughthewasaddressingBickleyandplayingoffonhimatroglodyticpracticaljoke。
Oro，however，whoathisagedidnotappreciatejokes，resenteditandwasabouttodosomethingunpleasantwhenwithextraordinarytacthisdaughterremarked：
"Bastinthepriestmakesyouofferings。Thankhim，OLordmyfather。"
SoOrothankedhim，nottoocordiallyforevidentlyhestillhadfeelinginhistoes，andoncemoreBastinescaped。Becomingawareofhiserror，hebegantoapologiseprofuselyinEnglish，whiletheladyYvastudiedhimcarefully。
"Isthatthecostumeofthepriestsofyourreligion，O
Bastin？"sheasked，surveyinghisdishevelledform。"Ifso，youwerebetterwithoutit。"
ThenBastinretiredtostraightenhistie，andgrabbinghiscoatfromBickley，whohandedittohimwithamalicioussmile，forcedhisperspiringarmsintoitinapeculiarlyawkwardandelephantinefashion。
MeanwhileBickleyandIproducedtwocampchairswhichwehadmadeready，andonthesethewondrouspairseatedthemselvessidebyside。
"Wehavecometolearn，"saidOro。"Teach！"
"Notso，Father，"interruptedYva，who，Inoted，wasclothedinyetathirdcostume，thoughwhencethesecameIcouldnotimagine。"FirstIwouldaskaquestion。Whenceareyou，Strangers，andhowcameyouhere？"
"WearefromthecountrycalledEnglandandagreatstormshipwreckedushere；that，Ithink，whichraisedthemouthofthecaveabovethelevelofthisrock，"Ianswered。
"Thetimeappointedhavingcomewhenitshouldberaised，"saidOroasthoughtohimself。
"WhereisEngland？"askedYva。
Nowamongthebookswehadwithuswasapocketatlas，quiteagoodoneofitssort。BywayofanswerIopeneditatthemapoftheworldandshowedherEngland。AlsoIshowed，towithinathousandmilesorso，thatspotontheearth’ssurfacewherewespoketogether。
Thesightofthisatlasexcitedthepairgreatly。Theyhadnottheslightestdifficultyinunderstandingeverythingaboutitandtheshapeoftheworldwithitsdivisionintohemispheresseemedtobequitefamiliartothem。Whatappearedchieflytointerestthem，andespeciallyOro，weretherelativeareasandpositionsoflandandsea。
"Ofthis，Strangers，"hesaid，pointingtothemap，"IshallhavemuchtosaytoyouwhenIhavestudiedthepicturesofyourbookandcomparedthemwithothersofmyown。"
"Sohehasgotmaps，"saidBickleyinEnglish，"aswellasstarcharts。Iwonderwherehekeepsthem。"
"Withhisclothes，Iexpect，"suggestedBastin。
MeanwhileOrohadhiddentheatlasinhisamplerobeandmotionedtohisdaughtertoproceed。
"WhydoyoucomeherefromEnglandsofaraway？"theLadyYvaasked，aquestiontowhicheachofushadananswer。
"Toseenewcountries，"Isaid。
"Becausethecyclonebroughtus，"saidBickley。
"ToconverttheheathentomyownChristianreligion，"saidBastin，whichwasnotstrictlytrue。
Itwasonthis。lastreplythatshefixed。
"Whatdoesyourreligionteach？"sheasked。
"Itteachesthatthosewhoacceptitandobeyitscommandswillliveagainafterdeathforeverinabetterworldwhereisneithersorrownorsin，"heanswered。
WhenheheardthissayingIsawOrostartasthoughstruckbyanewthoughtandlookatBastinwithacuriousintentness。
"Whoaretheheathen？"Yvaaskedagainafterapause，forshealsoseemedtobeimpressed。
"AllwhodonotagreewithBastin’sspiritualviews，"answeredBickley。
"Thosewho，whetherfromlackofinstructionorfromhardnessofheart，donotfollowthetruefaith。Forinstance，Isupposethatyourfatherandyouareheathen，"repliedBastinstoutly。
Thisseemedtoastonishthem，butpresentlyYvacaughthismeaningandsmiled，whileOrosaid：
"Ofthisgreatmatteroffaithwewilltalklater。Itisanoldquestionintheworld。"
"Why，"wentonYva，"ifyouwishedtotravelsofardidyoucomeinashipthatsoeasilyiswrecked？Whydidyounotjourneythroughtheair，orbetterstill，passthroughspace，leavingyourbodiesasleep，as，beinginstructed，doubtlessyoucando？"
"Asregardsyourfirstquestion，"Ianswered，"therearenoaircraftknownthatcanmakesolongajourney。"
"Andasregardsthesecond，"brokeinBickley，"wedidnotdosobecauseitisimpossibleformentotransferthemselvestootherplacesthroughspaceeitherwithorwithouttheirbodies。"。
AtthisinformationtheGlitteringLadyliftedherarchedeyebrowsandsmiledalittle，whileOrosaid：
"Iperceivethatthenewworldhasadvancedbutalittlewayontheroadofknowledge。"
FearingthatBastinwasabouttocommenceanargument，Ibegantoaskquestionsinmyturn。
"LordOroandLadyYva，"Isaid，"wehavetoldyousomethingofourselvesandwilltellyoumorewhenyoudesireit。Butpardonusiffirstweprayyoutotelluswhatweburntoknow。Whoareyou？Ofwhatraceandcountry？Andhowcameitthatwefoundyousleepingyonder？"
"Ifitbeyourpleasure，answer，myFather，"saidYva。
Orothoughtamoment，thenrepliedinacalmvoice：
"Iamakingwhoonceruledmostoftheworldasitwasinmyday，thoughitistruethatmuchofitrebelledagainstme，mycouncillorsandservants。ThereforeIdestroyedtheworldasitwasthen，saveonlycertainportionswhencelifemightspreadtothenewcountriesthatIraisedup。HavingdonethisIputmyselfandmydaughtertosleepforaspaceoftwohundredandfiftythousandyears，thattheremightbetimeforfreshcivilisationstoarise。NowIbegintothinkthatIdidnotallotasufficiencyofages，sinceIperceivefromwhatyoutellme，thatthelearningofthenewracesisasyetbutsmall。"
BickleyandIlookedateachotherandweresilent。Mentallywehadcollapsed。Whocouldbegintodiscussstatementsbuiltuponsuchafoundationofgiganticandparalysingfalsehoods？
Well，Bastincouldforone。Withnomoresurpriseinhisvoicethanifheweretalkingaboutlastnight’sdinner，hesaid：
"Theremustbeamistakesomewhere，orperhapsImisunderstandyou。Itisobviousthatyou，beingaman，couldnothavedestroyedtheworld。ThatcouldonlybedonebythePowerwhichmadeitandyou。"
ItrembledfortheresultsofBastin’smethodsofsettingoutthetruth。Tomyastonishment，however，Ororeplied：
"Youspeakwisely，Priest，butthePoweryounamemayuseinstrumentstoaccomplishitsdecrees。Iamsuchaninstrument。"
"Quiteso，"saidBastin，"justlikeanybodyelse。YouhavemoreknowledgeofthetruththanIthought。Butpray，howdidyoudestroytheworld？"
"Usingmywisdomtodirecttheforcesthatareatworkintheheartofthisgreatglobe，Idrowneditwithadeluge，causingoneparttosinkandanothertorise，alsochangesofclimatewhichcompletedthework。"
"That’squiteright，"exclaimedBastindelightedly。"WeknowallabouttheDeluge，onlyyouarenotmentionedinconnectionwiththematter。Aman，Noah，hadtodowithitwhenhewassixhundredyearsold。"
"Sixhundred？"saidOro。"Thatisnotveryold。ImyselfhadseenmorethanathousandyearswhenIlaydowntosleep。"
"Athousand！"remarkedBastin，mildlyinterested。"Thatisunusual，thoughsomeofthesemightymenofrenownweknowlivedoverninehundred。"
HereBickleysnortedandexclaimed：
"Ninehundredmoons，"hemeans。
"IdidnotknowNoah，"wentonOro。"Perhapshelivedaftermytimeandcausedsomeotherlocaldeluge。IsthereanythingelseyouwishtoaskmebeforeIleaveyouthatImaystudythismapwriting？"
"Yes，"saidBastin。"Whywereyouallowedtodrownyourworld？"
"Becauseitwasevil，Priest，anddisobeyedmeandthePowerI
serve。"
"Oh！thankyou，"saidBastin，"thatfitsinexactly。ItwasjustthesameinNoah’stime。"
"Ipraythatitisnotjustthesamenow，"saidOro，rising。
"To—morrowwewillreturn，orifIdonotwhohavemuchthatI
mustdo，theladymydaughterwillreturnandspeakwithyoufurther。"
Hedepartedintothecave，Yvafollowingatalittledistance。
Iaccompaniedherasfarasthemouthofthecave，asdidTommy，whoallthistimehadbeensittingcontentedlyuponthehemofhergorgeousrobe，quitecarelessofitsimmemorialage，ifitwasimmemorialandnotwovenyesterday，apointonwhichI
hadnoinformation。
"LadyYva，"Isaid，"didIrightlyunderstandtheLordOrotosaythathewasathousandyearsold？"
"Yes，OHumphrey，andreallyheismore，orsoIthink。"
"Thenareyouathousandyearsoldalso？"Iasked，aghast。
"No，no，"shereplied，shakingherhead，"Iamyoung，quiteyoung，forIdonotcountmytimeofsleep。"
"Certainlyyoulookit，"Isaid。"Butwhat，LadyYva，doyoumeanbyyoung？"
Sheansweredmyquestionbyanother。
"WhatageareyourwomenwhentheyareasIam？"
"Noneofourwomenwereeverquitelikeyou，LadyYva。Yet，sayfromtwenty—fivetothirtyyearsofage。"
"Ah！IhavebeencountingandnowIremember。WhenmyfathersentmetosleepIwastwenty—sevenyearsold。No，Iwillnotdeceiveyou，Iwastwenty—sevenyearsandthreemoons。"Then，sayingsomethingtotheeffectthatshewouldreturn，shedeparted，laughingalittleinamischievousway，and，althoughI
didnotobservethistillafterwards，Tommydepartedwithher。
WhenIrepeatedwhatshehadsaidtoBastinandBickley，whowerestandingatadistancestrainingtheirearsandsomewhataggrieved，theformerremarked：
"Ifsheistwenty—sevenherfathermusthavemarriedlateinlife，thoughofcourseitmayhavebeenalongwhilebeforehehadchildren。"
ThenBickley，whohadbeensuppressinghimselfallthiswhile，wentofflikeabomb。
"Doyoutellus，Bastin，"heasked，"thatyoubelieveonewordofallthisghastlyrubbish？ImeanastothatantiquecharlatanbeingathousandyearsoldandhavingcausedtheFloodandtherest？"
"Ifyouaskme，Bickley，Iseenoparticularreasontodoubtitatpresent。Apersonwhocangotosleepinaglasscoffinkeptwarmbyapocketfulofradiumtogetherwithveryaccuratemapsoftheconstellationsatthetimehewakesup，can，Iimagine，domostthings。"
"EvencausetheDeluge，"jeeredBickley。
"Idon’tknowabouttheDeluge，butperhapshemayhavebeenpermittedtocauseadeluge。Whynot？Youcan’tlookatthingsfromfarenoughoff，Bickley。Andifsomethingseemsbigtoyou，youconcludethatthereforeitisimpossible。ThesamePowerwhichgivesyouskilltosucceedinanoperation，thathithertowasheldimpracticable，asIknowyouhavedoneonceortwice，mayhavegiventhatoldfellowpowertocauseadeluge。Youshouldmeasuretheuniverseanditspossibilitiesbyworldsandnotbyacres，Bickley。"
"Andbelieve，Isuppose，thatamancanliveathousandyears，whereasweknowwellthathecannotlivemorethanaboutahundred。"
"Youdon’tknowanythingofthesort，Bickley。Allyouknowisthatoverthebriefperiodofhistorywithwhichweareacquainted，saytenthousandyearsatmost，menhaveonlylivedtoaboutahundred。Buttheveryrockswhichyouaresofondoftalkingabout，tellusthateventhisplanetismillionsuponmillionsofyearsofage。Whoknowsthenbutthatatsometimeinitshistory，mendidnotliveforathousandyears，andthatlostcivilisationsdidnotexistofwhichthisOroandhisdaughtermaybetwosurvivors？"
"Thereisnoproofofanythingofthesort，"saidBickley。
"Idon’tknowaboutproof，asyouunderstandit，thoughIhavereadinPlatoofacontinentcalledAtlantisthatwassubmerged，accordingtothestoryofoldEgyptianpriests。ButpersonallyI
haveeveryproof，foritisallwrittendownintheBibleatwhichyouturntipyournose，andIamverygladthatIhavebeenluckyenoughtocomeacrossthisunexpectedconfirmationofthestory。Notthatitmattersmuch，sinceIshouldhavelearnedallaboutitwhenitpleasesProvidencetoremovemetoabetterworld，whichinourcircumstancesmayhappenanyday。NowImustchangemyclothesbeforeIseetothecookingandotherthings。"
"Iamboundtoadmit，"saidBickley，lookingafterhim，"thatoldBastinisnotsostupidasheseems。Fromhispointofviewtheargumentsheadvancesarequitelogical。MoreoverIthinkheisrightwhenhesaysthatwelookatthingsthroughthewrongendofthetelescope。Afteralltheuniverseisverybigandwhoknowswhatmayhappenthere？Whoknowsevenwhatmayhavehappenedonthislittleearthduringtheaeonsofitsexistence，wheneveritsbalancechancedtoshift，astheIceAgesshowusithasoftendone？StillIbelievethatoldOrotobeaPrinceofLiars。"
"Thatremainstobeproved，"Iansweredcautiously。"AllIknowisthatheisawonderfullylearnedpersonofmostremarkableappearance，andthathisdaughteristheloveliestcreatureI
eversaw。"
"ThereIagree，"saidBickleydecidedly，"andasbrilliantassheislovely。Ifshebelongstoapastcivilisation，itisapitythatiteverbecameextinct。Nowlet’sgoandhaveanap。
Bastinwillcalluswhensupperisready。"
ChapterXIV
TheUnder—worldThatnightwesleptwellandwithoutfear，beingquitecertainthataftertheirpreviousexperiencetheOrofenanswouldmakenofurtherattemptsuponus。IndeedouronlyanxietywasforTommy，whomwecouldnotfindwhenthetimecametogivehimhissupper。
Bastin，however，seemedtorememberhavingseenhimfollowingtheGlitteringLadyintothecave。This，ofcourse，waspossible，ascertainlyhehadtakenanenormousfancytoherandsathimselfdownasclosetoherashecouldoneveryoccasion。HeevenseemedtoliketheancientOro，andwasnotafraidtojumpupandplanthisdirtypawsuponthatterrificperson’sgorgeousrobe。
MoreoverOrolikedhim，forseveraltimesIobservedhimpatthedoguponthehead；asIthinkIhavesaid，theonlyhumantouchthatIhadperceivedabouthim。Sowegaveupsearchingandcallinginthehopethathewassafewithoursupernaturalfriends。
ThenextmorningquiteearlytheLadyYvaappearedalone；no，notalone，forwithhercameourlostTommylookingextremelyspryandwellatease。ThefaithlesslittlewretchjustgreetedusinacasualfashionandthenwentandsatbyYva。InfactwhentheawkwardBastinmanagedtostumbleovertheendofherdressTommygrowledathimandshowedhisteeth。Moreoverthedowaschanged。Hewasblessedwithashinyblackcoat，butnowthiscoatsparkledinthesunlight，liketheLadyYva’shair。
"TheGlitteringLadyisallverywell，butI’mnotsurethatI
careforaglitteringdog。Itdoesn’tlookquitenatural，"saidBastin，contemplatinghim。
"WhydoesTommyshine，Lady？"Iasked。
"BecauseIwashedhimincertainwatersthatwehave，sothatnowhelooksbeautifulandsmellssweet，"sheanswered，laughing。
Itwastrue，thedogdidsmellsweet，whichImayaddhadnotalwaysbeenthecasewithhim，especiallywhenthereweredeadfishabout。Alsoheappearedtohavebeenfed，forheturneduphisnoseatthebitswehadsavedforhisbreakfast。
"HehasdrunkoftheLife—water，"explainedYva，"andwillwantnofoodfortwodays。"
Bickleyprickeduphisearsatthisstatementandlookedincredulous。
"Youdonotbelieve，OBickley，"shesaid，studyinghimgravely。"Indeed，youbelievenothing。YouthinkmyfatherandI
tellyoumanylies。Bastinthere，hebelievesall。Humphrey？Heisnotsure；hethinkstohimself，Iwillwaitandfindoutwhetherorhothesefunnypeoplecheatme。"
Bickleycolouredandmadesomeremarkaboutthingswhichwerecontrarytoexperience，alsothatTommyinageneralwaywasratheragreedylittledog。
"You，too，liketoeat，Bickley"（thiswastrue，hehadanexcellentappetite），"butwhenyouhavedrunktheLife—wateryouwillcaremuchless。"
"Iamgladtohearit，"interruptedBastin，"forBickleywantsalotofcookingdone，andIfindittedious。"
"Youeatalso，Lady，"saidBickley。
"Yes，IeatsometimesbecauseIlikeit，butIcangoweeksandnoteat，whenIhavetheLife—water。Justnow，aftersolongasleep，Iamhungry。Pleasegivemesomeofthatfruit。No，nottheflesh，fleshIhate。"
Wehandedittoher。Shetooktwoplantains，peeledandatethemwithextraordinarygrace。Indeedsheremindedme，Idonotknowwhy，ofsomelovelybutterflydrawingitsfoodfromaflower。
Whilesheatesheobservedusclosely；nothingseemedtoescapethequickglancesofthosebeautifuleyes。Presentlyshesaid：
"What，OHumphrey，isthatwithwhichyoufastenyourneckdress？"andshepointedtothelittlegoldstatueofOsiristhatIusedasapin。
ItoldherthatitwasastatuetteofagodnamedOsirisandvery，veryancient，probablyquitefivethousandyearsold，astatementatwhichshesmiledalittle；alsothatitcamefromEgypt。
"Ah！"sheanswered，"isitso？Iaskedbecausewehavefiguresthatareveryliketothatone，andtheyalsoholdintheirhandsastaffsurmountedbyaloop。TheyarefiguresofSleep’sbrother——Death。"
"Soisthis，"Isaid。"AmongtheEgyptiansOsiriswasthegodofDeath。"
Shenoddedandrepliedthatdoubtlessthesymbolhadcomedowntothem。
"Onedayyoushalltakemetoseethislandwhichyoucallsoveryold。OrIwilltakeyou，whichwouldbequicker，"sheadded。
Weallbowedandsaidweshouldbedelighted。EvenBastinappearedanxioustorevisitEgyptinsuchcompany，thoughwhenhewasthereitseemedtoborehim。ButwhatshemeantabouttakingusIcouldnotguess。Norhadwetimetoaskher，forshewenton，watchingourfacesasshespoke。
"TheLordOrosendsyouamessage，Strangers。Heaskswhetheritisyourwishtoseewherewedwell。Headdsthatyouarenottocomeifyoudonotdesire，orifyoufeardanger。"
Weallansweredthattherewasnothingweshouldlikebetter，butBastinaddedthathehadalreadyseenthetomb。
"Doyouthink，Bastin，thatweliveinatombbecausewesleptthereforawhile，awaitingtheadventofyouwanderersattheappointedhour？"
"Idon’tseewhereelseitcouldbe，unlessitisfurtherdownthatcave，"saidBastin。"Thetopofthemountainwouldnotbeconvenientasaresidence。"
"Ithasnotbeenconvenientformanyanage，forreasonsthatI
willshowyou。Thinknow，beforeyoucome。Youhavenaughttofearfromus，andIbelievethatnoharmwillhappentoyou。ButyouwillseemanystrangethingsthatwillangerBickleybecausehecannotunderstandthem，andperhapswillwearyBastinbecausehisheartturnsfromwhatiswondrousandancient。OnlyHumphreywillrejoiceinthembecausethedoorsofhissoulareopenandhelongs——whatdoyoulongfor，Humphrey？"
"ThatwhichIhavelostandfearIshallneverfindagain，"I
answeredboldly。
"Iknowthatyouhavelostmanythings——lastnight，forinstance，youlostTommy，andwhenhesleptwithmehetoldmemuchaboutyouand——others。"
"Thisisridiculous，"brokeinBastin。"Canadogtalk？"
"Everythingcantalk，ifyouunderstanditslanguage，Bastin。
Butkeepagoodheart，Humphrey，fortheboldseekerfindsintheend。Oh！foolishman，doyounotunderstandthatallisyoursifyouhavebutthesoultoconceiveandthewilltograsp？All，all，below，between，above！EvenIknowthat，Iwhohavesomuchtolearn。"
Soshespokeandbecamesuddenlymagnificent。Herfacewhichhadbeenbutthatofasuper—lovelywoman，tookongrandeur。Herbosomswelled；herpresenceradiatedsomesubtlepower，muchasherhairradiatedlight。
Inamomentitwasgoneandshewassmilingandjesting。
"Willyoucome，Strangers，whereTommywasnotafraidtogo，downtotheUnder—world？Orwillyoustayhereinthesun？
Perhapsyouwilldobettertostayhereinthesun，fortheUnder—worldhasterrorsforweakheartsthatwerebornbutyesterday，andfeeblefeetmaystumbleinthedark。"
"Ishalltakemyelectrictorch，"saidBastinwithdecision，"andIadviseyoufellowstodothesame。Ialwayshatedcellars，andthecatacombsatRomeareworse，thoughfullofsacredinterest。"
Thenwestarted，Tommyfriskingonaheadinamostprovokingwayasthoughhewereboredbyavisittoastrangehouseandgoinghome，andYvaglidingforwardwithasmileuponherfacethatwashalfmysticandhalfmischievous。Wepassedtheremainsofthemachines，andBickleyaskedherwhattheywere。
"Carriagesinwhichoncewetravelledthroughtheskies，untilwefoundabetterway，andthattheuninstructedusedtilltheend，"sheansweredcarelessly，leavingmewonderingwhatonearthshemeant。
Wecametothestatueandthesepulchrebeneathwithouttrouble，fortheglintofherhair，andImayaddofTommy’sback，werequitesufficienttoguideusthroughthegloom。Thecrystalcoffinswerestillthere，forBastinflashedhistorchandwesawthem，buttheboxesofradiumhadgone。
"Letthatlightdie，"shesaidtoBastin。"Humphrey，givemeyourrighthandandgiveyourlefttoBickley。LetBastinclingtohimandfearnothing。"
Wepassedtotheendofthetombandstoodagainstwhatappearedtobearockwall，allclosetogether，asshedirected。
"Fearnothing，"shesaidagain，butnextsecondIwasnevermorefulloffearinmylife，forwewerewhirlingdownwardsataspeedthatwouldhavemadeanAmericanelevatorattendantturnpale。
"Don’tchokeme，"IheardBickleysaytoBastin，andthelatter’smurmuredreplyof：
"Inevercouldbearthesemovingstaircasesandtubelifts。Theyalwaysmakemefeelsick。"
IadmitthatformypartIalsofeltrathersickandclungtightlytothehandoftheGlitteringLady。She，however，placedherotherhanduponmyshoulder，sayinginalowvoice：
"DidInottellyoutohavenofear？"
ThenIfeltcomforted，forsomehowIknewthatitwasnotherdesiretoharmandmuchlesstodestroyme。AlsoTommywasseatedquiteathiseasewithhisheadrestingagainstmyleg，andhisabsenceofalarmwasreassuring。TheonlystoicofthepartywasBickley。Ihavenodoubtthathewasquiteasfrightenedaswewere，butratherthanshowithewouldhavedied。
"Ipresumethismachineryispneumatic，"hebeganwhensuddenlyandwithoutshock，wearrivedattheendofourjourney。HowfarwehadfallenIamsureIdonotknow，butIshouldjudgefromtheawfulspeedatwhichwetravelled，thatitmusthavebeenseveralthousandfeet，probablyfourorfive。
"Everythingseemssteadynow，"remarkedBastin，"soIsupposethisluggagelifthasstopped。TheoddthingisthatIcan’tseeanythingofit。Thereoughttobeashaft，butweseemtobestandingonalevelfloor。"
"Theoddthingis，"saidBickley，"thatwecanseeatall。
Wherethedevildoesthelightcomefromthousandsoffeetunderground？"
"Idon’tknow，"answeredBastin，"unlessthereisnaturalgashere，asIamtoldthereisatatowncalledMedicineHatinCanada。"
"Naturalgasbeblowed，"saidBickley。"Itismorelikemoonlightmagnifiedtentimes。"