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"
Afraid
?
"
murmured
the
Rat
,
his
eyes
shining
with
unutterable
love
.
"
Afraid
!
Of
Him
?
O
,
never
,
never
!
And
yet
--
and
yet
--
O
,
Mole
,
I
am
afraid
!
"
Then
the
two
animals
,
crouching
to
the
earth
,
bowed
their
heads
and
did
worship
.
Sudden
and
magnificent
,
the
sun
's
broad
golden
disc
showed
itself
over
the
horizon
facing
them
;
and
the
first
rays
,
shooting
across
the
level
water-meadows
,
took
the
animals
full
in
the
eyes
and
dazzled
them
.
When
they
were
able
to
look
once
more
,
the
Vision
had
vanished
,
and
the
air
was
full
of
the
carol
of
birds
that
hailed
the
dawn
.
As
they
stared
blankly
,
in
dumb
misery
deepening
as
they
slowly
realised
all
they
had
seen
and
all
they
had
lost
,
a
capricious
little
breeze
,
dancing
up
from
the
surface
of
the
water
,
tossed
the
aspens
,
shook
the
dewy
roses
,
and
blew
lightly
and
caressingly
in
their
faces
;
and
with
its
soft
touch
came
instant
oblivion
.
For
this
is
the
last
best
gift
that
the
kindly
demi-god
is
careful
to
bestow
on
those
to
whom
he
has
revealed
himself
in
their
helping
:
the
gift
of
forgetfulness
.
Lest
the
awful
remembrance
should
remain
and
grow
,
and
overshadow
mirth
and
pleasure
,
and
the
great
haunting
memory
should
spoil
all
the
after-lives
of
little
animals
helped
out
of
difficulties
,
in
order
that
they
should
be
happy
and
light-hearted
as
before
.
Mole
rubbed
his
eyes
and
stared
at
Rat
,
who
was
looking
about
him
in
a
puzzled
sort
of
way
.
"
I
beg
your
pardon
;
what
did
you
say
,
Rat
?
"
he
asked
.
"
I
think
I
was
only
remarking
,
"
said
Rat
slowly
,
"
that
this
was
the
right
sort
of
place
,
and
that
here
,
if
anywhere
,
we
should
find
him
.
And
look
!
Why
,
there
he
is
,
the
little
fellow
!
"
And
with
a
cry
of
delight
he
ran
towards
the
slumbering
Portly
.
But
Mole
stood
still
a
moment
,
held
in
thought
.
As
one
wakened
suddenly
from
a
beautiful
dream
,
who
struggles
to
recall
it
,
and
can
recapture
nothing
but
a
dim
sense
of
the
beauty
of
it
,
the
beauty
!
Till
that
,
too
,
fades
away
in
its
turn
,
and
the
dreamer
bitterly
accepts
the
hard
,
cold
waking
and
all
its
penalties
;
so
Mole
,
after
struggling
with
his
memory
for
a
brief
space
,
shook
his
head
sadly
and
followed
the
Rat
.
Portly
woke
up
with
a
joyous
squeak
,
and
wriggled
with
pleasure
at
the
sight
of
his
father
's
friends
,
who
had
played
with
him
so
often
in
past
days
.
In
a
moment
,
however
,
his
face
grew
blank
,
and
he
fell
to
hunting
round
in
a
circle
with
pleading
whine
.
As
a
child
that
has
fallen
happily
asleep
in
its
nurse
's
arms
,
and
wakes
to
find
itself
alone
and
laid
in
a
strange
place
,
and
searches
corners
and
cupboards
,
and
runs
from
room
to
room
,
despair
growing
silently
in
its
heart
,
even
so
Portly
searched
the
island
and
searched
,
dogged
and
unwearying
,
till
at
last
the
black
moment
came
for
giving
it
up
,
and
sitting
down
and
crying
bitterly
.
The
Mole
ran
quickly
to
comfort
the
little
animal
;
but
Rat
,
lingering
,
looked
long
and
doubtfully
at
certain
hoof-marks
deep
in
the
sward
.
"
Some
--
great
--
animal
--
has
been
here
,
"
he
murmured
slowly
and
thoughtfully
;
and
stood
musing
,
musing
;
his
mind
strangely
stirred
.
