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His
mouth
was
tight
and
pale
.
He
put
back
his
hair
very
slowly
.
"
Well
.
So
long
.
"
He
forced
his
feet
to
move
until
they
had
carried
him
out
on
to
the
neck
of
land
.
He
was
surrounded
on
all
sides
by
chasms
of
empty
air
.
There
was
nowhere
to
hide
,
even
if
one
did
not
have
to
go
on
.
He
paused
on
the
narrow
neck
and
looked
down
.
Soon
,
in
a
matter
of
centuries
,
the
sea
would
make
an
island
of
the
castle
.
On
the
right
hand
was
the
lagoon
,
troubled
by
the
open
sea
;
and
on
the
left
--
Ralph
shuddered
.
The
lagoon
had
protected
them
from
the
Pacific
:
and
for
some
reason
only
Jack
had
gone
right
down
to
the
water
on
the
other
side
.
Now
he
saw
the
landsman
's
view
of
the
swell
and
it
seemed
like
the
breathing
of
some
stupendous
creature
.
Slowly
the
waters
sank
among
the
rocks
,
revealing
pink
tables
of
granite
,
strange
growths
of
coral
,
polyp
,
and
weed
.
Down
,
down
,
the
waters
went
,
whispering
like
the
wind
among
the
heads
of
the
forest
.
There
was
one
flat
rock
there
,
spread
like
a
table
,
and
the
waters
sucking
down
on
the
four
weedy
sides
made
them
seem
like
cliffs
.
Then
the
sleeping
leviathan
breathed
out
,
the
waters
rose
,
the
weed
streamed
,
and
the
water
boiled
over
the
table
rock
with
a
roar
.
There
was
no
sense
of
the
passage
of
waves
;
only
this
minute-long
fall
and
rise
and
fall
.
Ralph
turned
away
to
the
red
cliff
.
They
were
waiting
behind
him
in
the
long
grass
,
waiting
to
see
what
he
would
do
.
He
noticed
that
the
sweat
in
his
palm
was
cool
now
;
realized
with
surprise
that
he
did
not
really
expect
to
meet
any
beast
and
did
n't
know
what
he
would
do
about
it
if
he
did
.
He
saw
that
he
could
climb
the
cliff
but
this
was
not
necessary
.
The
squareness
of
the
rock
allowed
a
sort
of
plinth
round
it
,
so
that
to
the
right
,
over
the
lagoon
,
one
could
inch
along
a
ledge
and
turn
the
corner
out
of
sight
.
It
was
easy
going
,
and
soon
he
was
peering
round
the
rock
.
Nothing
but
what
you
might
expect
:
pink
,
tumbled
boulders
with
guano
layered
on
them
like
icing
;
and
a
steep
slope
up
to
the
shattered
rocks
that
crowned
the
bastion
.
A
sound
behind
him
made
him
turn
.
Jack
was
edging
along
the
ledge
.
"
Could
n't
let
you
do
it
on
your
own
.
"
