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There
was
no
light
left
save
that
of
the
stars
.
When
they
had
understood
what
made
this
ghostly
noise
and
Percival
was
quiet
again
,
Ralph
and
Simon
picked
him
up
unhandily
and
carried
him
to
a
shelter
.
Piggy
hung
about
near
for
all
his
brave
words
,
and
the
three
bigger
boys
went
together
to
the
next
shelter
.
They
lay
restlessly
and
noisily
among
the
dry
leaves
,
watching
the
patch
of
stars
that
was
the
opening
toward
the
lagoon
.
Sometimes
a
littlun
cried
out
from
the
other
shelters
and
once
a
bigun
spoke
in
the
dark
.
Then
they
too
fell
asleep
.
A
sliver
of
moon
rose
over
the
horizon
,
hardly
large
enough
to
make
a
path
of
light
even
when
it
sat
right
down
on
the
water
;
but
there
were
other
lights
in
the
sky
,
that
moved
fast
,
winked
,
or
went
out
,
though
not
even
a
faint
popping
came
down
from
the
battle
fought
at
ten
miles
'
height
.
But
a
sign
came
down
from
the
world
of
grownups
,
though
at
the
time
there
was
no
child
awake
to
read
it
.
There
was
a
sudden
bright
explosion
and
corkscrew
trail
across
the
sky
;
then
darkness
again
and
stars
.
There
was
a
speck
above
the
island
,
a
figure
dropping
swiftly
beneath
a
parachute
,
a
figure
that
hung
with
dangling
limbs
.
The
changing
winds
of
various
altitudes
took
the
figure
where
they
would
.
Then
,
three
miles
up
,
the
wind
steadied
and
bore
it
in
a
descending
curve
round
the
sky
and
swept
it
in
a
great
slant
across
the
reef
and
the
lagoon
toward
the
mountain
.
The
figure
fell
and
crumpled
among
the
blue
flowers
of
the
mountain-side
,
but
now
there
was
a
gentle
breeze
at
this
height
too
and
the
parachute
flopped
and
banged
and
pulled
.
So
the
figure
,
with
feet
that
dragged
behind
it
,
slid
up
the
mountain
.
Yard
by
yard
,
puff
by
puff
,
the
breeze
hauled
the
figure
through
the
blue
flowers
,
over
the
boulders
and
red
stones
,
till
it
lay
huddled
among
the
shattered
rocks
of
the
mountain-top
.
Here
the
breeze
was
fitful
and
allowed
the
strings
of
the
parachute
to
tangle
and
festoon
;
and
the
figure
sat
,
its
helmeted
head
between
its
knees
,
held
by
a
complication
of
lines
.
When
the
breeze
blew
,
the
lines
would
strain
taut
and
some
accident
of
this
pull
lifted
the
head
and
chest
upright
so
that
the
figure
seemed
to
peer
across
the
brow
of
the
mountain
.
Then
,
each
time
the
wind
dropped
,
the
lines
would
slacken
and
the
figure
bow
forward
again
,
sinking
its
head
between
its
knees
.
So
as
the
stars
moved
across
the
sky
,
the
figure
sat
on
the
mountain-top
and
bowed
and
sank
and
bowed
again
.
In
the
darkness
of
early
morning
there
were
noises
by
a
rock
a
little
way
down
the
side
of
the
mountain
.
Two
boys
rolled
out
a
pile
of
brushwood
and
dead
leaves
,
two
dim
shadows
talking
sleepily
to
each
other
.
They
were
the
twins
,
on
duty
at
the
fire
.
In
theory
one
should
have
been
asleep
and
one
on
watch
.
But
they
could
never
manage
to
do
things
sensibly
if
that
meant
acting
independently
,
and
since
staying
awake
all
night
was
impossible
,
they
had
both
gone
to
sleep
.
Now
they
approached
the
darker
smudge
that
had
been
the
signal
fire
,
yawning
,
rubbing
their
eyes
,
treading
with
practiced
feet
.
When
they
reached
it
they
stopped
yawning
,
and
one
ran
quickly
back
for
brushwood
and
leaves
.
The
other
knelt
down
.
"
I
believe
it
's
out
.
"
He
fiddled
with
the
sticks
that
were
pushed
into
his
hands
.
"
No
.
"
He
lay
down
and
put
his
lips
close
to
the
smudge
and
blew
soffly
.
His
face
appeared
,
lit
redly
.
He
stopped
blowing
for
a
moment
.
"
Sam
--
give
us
--
"
