_THE DOOR IN THE WALL._
It was with a start that, after the darkness had gone, Eva awoke from
the dull, heavy sleep into which she had fallen; and for a moment she
could not recollect how it was that she should be lying upon a stone at
the foot of this huge rocky wall, or why she should be alone, without
Aster near her. She looked for him, thinking that perhaps he might have
hidden himself, only to tease her; but he was nowhere to be found. She
called him, hoping that he might hear and answer her; but there was no
reply,--only the rocks echoed back the sound of her own voice, which
said, “Aster, Aster! where are you?” and then another echo seemed to
answer, mockingly, “Where?”
But all this only lasted for a few moments. Then all at once Eva
remembered the falling star; the warning which the violets had given
her; the blow, which, coming as it did from Aster’s hand, had so
deeply grieved her; her efforts to detain him at her side, which had
all proved useless; and how, after the boy had crept into one of the
crevices of the wall, declaring he went there in search of his flower,
she had picked up a stone, which she now found she still held in her
hand, and marked the place. Then she felt relieved, for she knew that
this was the time when Aster would be asleep, as he always was when the
moon was absent, and consequently he could not move from the place into
which he had crept. She thought, therefore, that, whenever she chose,
she would find him, and, taking him again under her care, carry him
away from this barren and stony waste.
Encouraged and relieved by this thought, she did not look for Aster
any longer, but went to a little spring bubbling up between two rough
stones, and which was the only pleasant thing she could see in this
rocky place. She knelt down by it, for she was thirsty, to drink from
its cool and sparkling waters, and then to wash her face and hands in
them; and as she dipped her hands in the spring, the little ripples
they made whispered, softly, “Over yonder! over yonder!” but Eva was
not sure if she really had heard these words; or only imagined them.
Refreshed by the cool waters she went back to the great, rough, stone
wall, intending to secure her charge, and then try to go on. But what
was her surprise, on returning, as she thought, to the same stone on
which she had slept, to see that there were so many stones just exactly
like it, that she could not find the one she wanted! and, what was
still stranger, she saw that over every little hole, every tiny cavity
in the stone, there was a white mark exactly like the one which she had
made over the crevice into which Aster had crept, and she could not say
which of them all was hers.
She was in despair for a moment. How was she to find, among all these
holes, each with the same white mark over it, the one in which Aster
was asleep? Then she remembered that standing still and looking at
the wall would do no good; that if she wanted to find Aster she must
look for him; and Eva determined to examine every hole she saw, in
hopes that with patience and perseverance she might at last succeed in
finding her lost charge, of whom, in spite of all the trouble he had
given her, she had grown very fond.
But if she had been surprised at seeing a white mark over every hole,
instead of the one she had made, she was still more astonished when she
saw that in every cranny which she examined there sat either a large
black-legged spider, with a gold and scarlet back, and eyes which shone
in the dark like little bright stars, or else there squatted snugly
in it a huge green frog, with a wide mouth and projecting black eyes;
while just beyond her reach there would flutter every now and then a
little green flag, like the scrap of velvet, as Eva thought, which the
teeth of the frog had torn from Aster’s coat.
Yet the child climbed slowly up the wall, fearless of the spiders and
the frogs, which she knew had no power to harm her, even if they had
wished it. But seeing them, and knowing, as she did, that these two
creatures, in the forest through which they had passed, had tried to
get possession of Aster, Eva began to fear that by creeping into the
hole he had put himself in their power, and that she would never be
able to find him again.
She went on, however, looking carefully into every tiny cavity; but
always with the same result. No Aster was to be seen: only huge spiders
and squatting frogs stared at her from every cranny. And, as she
climbed up higher and higher, she found that the rocky wall was like a
giant staircase; and when she looked back, noticing that the stones she
displaced, as she climbed up, only rolled a short time and then made
no noise as they fell, and thinking that after her search was over she
would return to the little spring and wait there patiently until the
moon rose again, when, as she hoped, Aster, if she did not find him
now, would wake up and come back to her, she saw that she could never
return to the spring. For the steps by which she had come were gone,
melting one by one into the face of the rock, changing into a steep
precipice behind her; and at its foot were curling mists and vapors,
among which she saw dimly the hateful, mocking faces she had seen
before. Go back she could not, for every step, as she passed it, melted
into the precipice; to look back made her dizzy. She must go upward.
For the first time since she had begun to climb the wall, which had
changed, as she climbed, into steps, and then into a precipice, Eva
was afraid. But there was no choice left for her; go on she must; and,
accordingly, on she went, till she came to a place where the rock rose,
so high that she could not see its top, in a smooth, unbroken wall,
over which she could not possibly climb, and a narrow path ran along
its base; and as yet she had not seen nor heard anything of the truant
Aster.
She walked slowly along the foot of the great blank wall, tired and
discouraged. What to do now, she did not know. She could not go back,
for there was the frightful precipice; in front was the wall, along
which she was walking. Poor Eva was almost ready to cry, when all of
a sudden she saw a door, cut in the stone, and the door was shut. But
she heard, behind this door, the silvery voices and ringing laughter
of children, and then a great longing came over her to go in and join
them, and she thought that perhaps Aster might be with them.
Yet, although she tried, she could not open the door. She heard the
merry voices of the children, and, hearing them as plainly as she did,
she thought it was strange that they did not hear her and open the door
to her; for, try as she would, she could not open it. And then she grew
tired of trying, and would have gone on, when, looking once more at the
door to see if there was any way of opening it which she could possibly
have neglected, she saw cut across the door, in deep, old-fashioned,
moss-grown letters, the word
Knock.
Then, gathering courage, Eva raised her tiny hand, and knocked. Once,
and no answer came. Again, and with the same result. A third time, and
then the merry voices of the children, and their gay laughter, ceased,
and Eva hoped that her appeal was heard.
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