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Simon
turned
away
from
them
and
went
where
the
just
perceptible
path
led
him
.
Soon
high
jungle
closed
in
.
Tall
trunks
bore
unexpected
pale
flowers
all
the
way
up
to
the
dark
canopy
where
life
went
on
clamorously
.
The
air
here
was
dark
too
,
and
the
creepers
dropped
their
ropes
like
the
rigging
of
foundered
ships
.
His
feet
left
prints
in
the
soft
soil
and
the
creepers
shivered
throughout
their
lengths
when
he
bumped
them
.
He
came
at
last
to
a
place
where
more
sunshine
fell
.
Since
they
had
not
so
far
to
go
for
light
the
creepers
had
woven
a
great
mat
that
hung
at
the
side
of
an
open
space
in
the
jungle
;
for
here
a
patch
of
rock
came
close
to
the
surface
and
would
not
allow
more
than
little
plants
and
ferns
to
grow
.
The
whole
space
was
walled
with
dark
aromatic
bushes
,
and
was
a
bowl
of
heat
and
light
.
A
great
tree
,
fallen
across
one
corner
,
leaned
against
the
trees
that
still
stood
and
a
rapid
climber
flaunted
red
and
yellow
sprays
right
to
the
top
.
Simon
paused
.
He
looked
over
his
shoulder
as
Jack
had
done
at
the
close
ways
behind
him
and
glanced
swiftly
round
to
confirm
that
he
was
utterly
alone
.
For
a
moment
his
movements
were
almost
furtive
.
Then
he
bent
down
and
wormed
his
way
into
the
center
of
the
mat
.
The
creepers
and
the
bushes
were
so
close
that
he
left
his
sweat
on
them
and
they
pulled
together
behind
him
.
When
he
was
secure
in
the
middle
he
was
in
a
little
cabin
screened
off
from
the
open
space
by
a
few
leaves
.
He
squatted
down
,
parted
the
leaves
and
looked
out
into
the
clearing
.
Nothing
moved
but
a
pair
of
gaudy
butterflies
that
danced
round
each
other
in
the
hot
air
.
Holding
his
breath
he
cocked
a
critical
ear
at
the
sounds
of
the
island
.
Evening
was
advancing
toward
the
island
;
the
sounds
of
the
bright
fantastic
birds
,
the
bee-sounds
,
even
the
crying
of
the
gulls
that
were
returning
to
their
roosts
among
the
square
rocks
,
were
fainter
.
The
deep
sea
breaking
miles
away
on
the
reef
made
an
undertone
less
perceptible
than
the
susurration
of
the
blood
.
Simon
dropped
the
screen
of
leaves
back
into
place
.
The
slope
of
the
bars
of
honey-colored
sunlight
decreased
;
they
slid
up
the
bushes
,
passed
over
the
green
candle-like
buds
,
moved
up
toward
the
canopy
,
and
darkness
thickened
under
the
trees
.
With
the
fading
of
the
light
the
riotous
colors
died
and
the
heat
and
urgency
cooled
away
.
The
candlebuds
stirred
.
Their
green
sepals
drew
back
a
little
and
the
white
tips
of
the
flowers
rose
delicately
to
meet
the
open
air
.
Now
the
sunlight
had
lifted
clear
of
the
open
space
and
withdrawn
from
the
sky
.
Darkness
poured
out
,
submerging
the
ways
between
the
trees
till
they
were
dim
and
strange
as
the
bottom
of
the
sea
.
The
candle-buds
opened
their
wide
white
flowers
glimmering
under
the
light
that
pricked
down
from
the
first
stars
.
Their
scent
spilled
out
into
the
air
and
took
possession
of
the
island
.
The
first
rhythm
that
they
became
used
to
was
the
slow
swing
from
dawn
to
quick
dusk
.
They
accepted
the
pleasures
of
morning
,
the
bright
sun
,
the
whelming
sea
and
sweet
air
,
as
a
time
when
play
was
good
and
life
so
full
that
hope
was
not
necessary
and
therefore
forgotten
.
Toward
noon
,
as
the
floods
of
light
fell
more
nearly
to
the
perpendicular
,
the
stark
colors
of
the
morning
were
smoothed
in
pearl
and
opalescence
;
and
the
heat
--
as
though
the
impending
sun
's
height
gave
it
momentum
--
became
a
blow
that
they
ducked
,
running
to
the
shade
and
lying
there
,
perhaps
even
sleeping
.
Strange
things
happened
at
midday
.
The
glittering
sea
rose
up
,
moved
apart
in
planes
of
blatant
impossibility
;
the
coral
reef
and
the
few
stunted
palms
that
clung
to
the
more
elevated
parts
would
float
up
into
the
sky
,
would
quiver
,
be
plucked
apart
,
run
like
raindrops
on
a
wire
or
be
repeated
as
in
an
odd
succession
of
mirrors
.
Sometimes
land
loomed
where
there
was
no
land
and
flicked
out
like
a
bubble
as
the
children
watched
.
Piggy
discounted
all
this
learnedly
as
a
"
mirage
"
;
and
since
no
boy
could
reach
even
the
reef
over
the
stretch
of
water
where
the
snapping
sharks
waited
,
they
grew
accustomed
to
these
mysteries
and
ignored
them
,
just
as
they
ignored
the
miraculous
,
throbbing
stars
.
At
midday
the
illusions
merged
into
the
sky
and
there
the
sun
gazed
down
like
an
angry
eye
.
Then
,
at
the
end
of
the
afternoon
;
the
mirage
subsided
and
the
horizon
became
level
and
blue
and
clipped
as
the
sun
declined
.
That
was
another
time
of
comparative
coolness
but
menaced
by
the
coming
of
the
dark
.
When
the
sun
sank
,
darkness
dropped
on
the
island
like
an
extinguisher
and
soon
the
shelters
were
full
of
restlessness
,
under
the
remote
stars
.
Nevertheless
,
the
northern
European
tradition
of
work
,
play
,
and
food
right
through
the
day
,
made
it
possible
for
them
to
adjust
themselves
wholly
to
this
new
rhythm
.
The
littlun
Percival
had
early
crawled
into
a
shelter
and
stayed
there
for
two
days
,
talking
,
singing
,
and
crying
,
till
they
thought
him
batty
and
were
faintly
amused
.
Ever
since
then
he
had
been
peaked
,
red-eyed
,
and
miserable
;
a
littiun
who
played
little
and
cried
often
.
