A Wrinkle in Time Quintet

by Madeleine L'engle

  “He’s insane.”

  “Whatever he is, it’s your place to be with him. And with your wife. She’s not too proud to work, and carrying your child, too.” Matred smiled. There would be three babies coming. She brimmed with joy.

  “Can’t you stop him, Mother? He’s a wild man, his eyes blazing, his beard whipped by the wind, his—Can’t you speak to him.”

  “I have spoken,” Matred said. “Go out to him. Now.”

  Reluctantly, Ham went out into the glaring sunlight, the burning wind. The muttering, jeering crowd was larger, as the people of the oasis gathered to stare.

  Noah’s hands were black with the pitch with which he was coating the ark.

  A stone was thrown. It missed its mark and glanced harmlessly against the dark wood.

  Sandy and Dennys left the ark and walked with deliberate steps toward the mob of little people. Dennys did not put down the plank he was sanding. Sandy still held the stone he used for a hammer. Neither boy threatened in any way; nevertheless, the people drew back slightly.

  Sandy spoke in a commanding voice. “No stone throwing.”

  Dennys stood as tall as possible, looming over the small men in the foreground of the crowd. “Go home. Back to your tents. Now.” His voice was a deep, man’s voice.

  There were advantages in being taken for giants. Slowly, the crowd dispersed.

  * * *

  Yalith sat on her favorite starlit rock, huddled over as though for warmth. She was not aware that Oholibamah had joined her until the other woman put her arm about Yalith’s shoulders.

  Tears sprang to Yalith’s eyes. “Twin Sand and twin Den—” Her voice trailed off.

  Oholibamah finished for her. “As soon as the ark is built, they will have to leave. To go to wherever it is they came from.”

  Yalith choked down a sob. “Twin Sand has asked me to go with them.”

  Oholibamah drew back in surprise. Said, “It is a solution I had not thought of.”

  “Then—what do you think?”

  Oholibamah looked at the sky, intently, listening. Then she shook her head.

  Yalith, too, looked heavenward. “The stars have never told me wrong.”

  Oholibamah spoke thoughtfully. “I do not know why it is not the right solution for you to go with our twins. I know only that I hear the stars, and I agree. There is something here that we do not understand. But do you hear the stars? They are telling you not to be afraid.”

  A soft wind brushed past their cheeks, murmuring, “Fear not. Fear not. The pattern will be perfected.”

  “I wish—” Yalith whispered. “I wish Grandfather Lamech was still alive. I wish that El had not told my father to build an ark, or that the rains were going to come.”

  “And—our twins?”

  Tears slid down Yalith’s cheeks. “I cannot wish that they had never come to us. Or that I had not become a woman.”

  Oholibamah held Yalith, rocking her like a child. “I, too, am afraid, little sister. I am carrying my Japheth’s child, and I am afraid for the future. I am afraid of the terrible flood, and all the death and anguish it will bring. Sometimes I am even afraid of Noah, he seems so wild. But I trust Japheth. I trust the stars. I trust El. I trust that all this will be for good.”

  As the stars slid slowly toward the horizon, the sky paled, flushed with soft colors. A burst of joyous birdsong filled the air around them, and the baboons began to clap their hands.

  * * *

  The ark was nearly finished.

  The twins talked at night in the tent, whispering in the dark. During the day they were never alone, and not everybody slept at the same time in the afternoon.

  “We haven’t seen any of the seraphim,” Sandy said. “Not for days.”

  “Nor the nephilim,” Dennys added.

  “I’d just as soon not see the nephilim. Particularly Rofocale.”

  Dennys said, “Every once in a while I think I see one. Or at any rate, when I see an ant, or a worm, I get flickers of color behind my eyes, reds and oranges and blues and purples. But they don’t materialize.”

  “I need to see one of the seraphim,” Sandy said. “I need to see Adnarel. I thought maybe the scarab beetle would come with Higgaion, but I haven’t seen him.”

  Dennys said thoughtfully, “I don’t think it means that he’s stayed at Grandfather Lamech’s. The only time I’ve seen a seraph when there were a lot of people around was when Grandfather was buried, and they all came. Otherwise, it’s been only when there are one or two people. And what with building the ark, and staying in Noah’s tent, we’re always with a gang. Maybe somehow we should slip away for a little while tomorrow and go out to the desert, just the two of us.”

  “Good thinking,” Sandy said. “But why wait for tomorrow? We don’t want to go in the heat of the day, and we’d be missed any other time. Noah and Matred are always checking on us. They’re afraid one of us might be kidnapped again. So why not go now?”

  “Right now?”

  “Why not? We’re both awake.”

  “Let’s go.”

  “Don’t wake Higgaion.”

  “Or Selah.”

  “Or—”

  “Shh.”

  They slipped out quietly.

  * * *

  But not so quietly that Yalith did not hear them. She felt a vague disquiet. Rose from her sleeping skins and followed them.

  * * *

  “Kkk. They come.”

  “Hsss. This is what we’ve been waiting for.”

  “Szzz. At last.”

  The nephilim slid out of their animal hosts, raising wings turned dark by night, so that the stars were hidden.

  * * *

  The little mammoth woke with a jerk from a dream of being beaten by Tiglah’s brother. Nudged Selah, who nudged Higgaion, who reached toward the twins, and felt only sleeping skins. Snorting in alarm, he padded across the tent toward Yalith’s sleeping skins. She, too, was gone. He glanced toward Noah and Matred, both sleeping quietly.

  Selah trumpeted, softly, so that only the mammoths heard, and pointed her trunk toward Higgaion’s ear. The scarab beetle was there, a small, bright jewel against the grey earflap.

  “What should we do?” Higgaion’s eyes queried. Cocked his head as though listening. Then he gestured to the other two mammoths with his trunk, and they followed him as he hurried out of the tent and ran toward the desert.

  * * *

  The twins were nearly surrounded before they realized what was happening. The circle of nephilim was closing in on them, slowly, deliberately. The sharp odor of stone and cold filled their nostrils.

  Sandy felt as though a hand was pressing hard on his chest. He shouted at Dennys, “Quick!” and flung himself out of the not-quite-closed circle.

  Dennys followed, pushing through purple-dark wings that nearly stifled him. “Run!”

  The twins’ reflexes were swift, but the nephilim were swifter.

  Again the circle started to form around them, and it was as though the breath was being squeezed out of them. Sandy ran, head down, like a battering ram, between Rofocale and Ugiel. Dennys rammed Eblis.

  But the twins were only two, and the nephilim were many, and sure enough of their powers to proceed with deliberation and without haste. In their rush to get free of the circle, the twins had run in the opposite direction from the oasis. Now they were too far away to think of making a dash back to Noah’s tenthold.

  The circle of nephilim drew closer.

  * * *

  Yalith saw.

  “Aariel!” she screamed. “Aariel!”

  The golden lion bounded across the sand, past Yalith, until it was between two of the nephilim, keeping the circle from closing completely.

  Came a strange pounding, and then Admael the camel galloped white as moonlight across the desert, inserting himself into the circle. A flutter of wings overhead became visible as a pelican, diving down, broke the circle again.

  And three small grey bodies hurtled into the cir
cle, blowing sand and water into the faces of the nephilim, who burst out of their formation in a rush of brilliant wings.

  The lion, camel, pelican, with an upward leaping of light, became the radiant beauty of seraphim.

  Sandy and Dennys ran to them, ran faster than they had ever run before. Alarid caught Sandy, and Admael held Dennys.

  The nephilim sprang angrily into the sky, saw Yalith.

  “Her!” Eblis cried. “I want her!”

  But Aariel reached her before the nephil. Swift as Eblis was, the seraph was swifter. He enfolded Yalith in gilded wings.

  The three mammoths, trumpeting joyfully, bounded around them.

  Bronze flashed against Higgaion’s ear, and then Adnarel stood before them. “Go!” he commanded the nephilim in a bugling voice.

  “Kkk. You have no right to take them from us,” Naamah said.

  “And you have no right to them whatsoever.” Adnarel was fierce. “Go.”

  From the four corners of the desert the other seraphim came, to stand with Adnarel, Alarid, Admael, and Aariel.

  Then Ertrael, whose host was the rat, whined, “Tell us what is about to happen.”

  “Do you not know?” Alarid asked.

  “I assume,” Ugiel hissed, “that since Noah is building a boat, he must be planning to find some water.”

  “Your assumption is correct.” Admael had his arm lightly across Dennys’s shoulder.

  “Kkk. And then what?” Naamah asked.

  “Rain,” Alarid said. “Much rain.” The seraph raised his hand skyward, seeming to touch a bright star. A flash of lightning split the sky, bolted to earth with a great crash of thunder.

  “Now,” Alarid ordered the nephilim.

  As the nephilim slipped, one by one, into their animal hosts, Sandy felt a drop of rain.

  * * *

  The seraphim gravely led the twins and Yalith deeper into the desert, not explaining where they were going.

  Sandy started to ask, “Where—” then closed his mouth.

  When they reached a single monolith of silvery rock, the seraphim encircled it. Aariel drew Yalith into the center of the circle.

  Adnarel took Sandy by the hand, and Admael reached for Dennys, so that they were part of the circle around the monolith, Aariel, and Yalith, who looked at the seraph questioningly but without fear.

  Alarid said, “Yalith, child, you did not know your Great-great-grandfather Enoch.”

  Mutely, she shook her head.

  “But you know of him?” Aariel asked.

  “I know that he did not die like ordinary men. He walked with El, and then, according to Grandfather Lamech, he was not. That is, he was not with the people of the oasis. He was with El.”

  With a rush of hope, Sandy remembered his conversation with Noah and Grandfather Lamech and their recounting of this strange happening.

  Aariel smiled down on Yalith. “El has told us to bring you, and in the same way.”

  She shrank back. “I don’t understand.”

  Dennys moved as though to go to her, but Higgaion nudged him to stay still.

  Aariel said, “There is no need to understand, little one. I will take you, and it will be all right. Do not fear.”

  She looked very small, very young. She asked, timidly, “Will it hurt?”

  “No, little one. I think you will find it a rapturous experience.”

  She looked up at him, trustingly.

  “Enoch, your forebear, will explain everything you need to know.”

  Adnarel’s fingers held Sandy back. “You will tell Noah and Matred?”

  “I will tell them,” Sandy said. “I think they will be very happy.”

  Dennys, who had not heard the extraordinary story of Enoch, looked confused but hopeful. If Aariel was taking Yalith somewhere, she would not be drowned after all. The seraphim were to be trusted. He was certain of that. Aariel would not take Yalith to the sun, or to the moon, or anywhere that was not possible for her with her human limitations.

  Aariel said, “It is time.”

  Yalith remembered the words Aariel had said to her when she had gone out to the desert in the heat of the day. “Many waters cannot quench love,” she whispered. “Neither can the floods drown it. Oh, twins, dear twins, I love you.”

  Sandy and Dennys spoke together, their voices cracking. “Yalith. Oh, Yalith. I love you.”

  “Will you go back now, to where you came from?”

  The twins glanced at each other.

  “We will try,” Sandy said.

  “We think the seraphim will help us,” Dennys added.

  “If we had been older—” Sandy started.

  Dennys laughed. “If we had been older, it would have been very complicated, wouldn’t it?”

  Yalith, too, laughed. “Oh, I love you both! I love you both!”

  Aariel urged, gently, “Come, Yalith.”

  “I can’t say goodbye to my parents? To Japheth and Oholibamah?”

  “It is best this way,” Aariel said, “without goodbyes, as it was for your forebear Enoch.”

  Yalith nodded, then reached up to Sandy and kissed him on the lips. Then Dennys. Full, long kisses.

  Aariel wrapped her in his creamy wings, glittering with gold at their tips. Then he held her only with his arms, lifted and spread the wings, beat with them softly, and then rose into the air, up, up.

  They watched until all they saw was a speck of light in the sky, as though from a new star.

  * * *

  Sandy spoke to Noah, “Do you remember the night when you and Grandfather Lamech were talking and I was there?”

  “I remember,” Noah said.

  “And Grandfather Lamech talked about dying.”

  “I remember.”

  “And about his Grandfather Enoch, who walked with El and then he was not, for El took him?”

  “I remember that, too. Why?”

  “Yalith is not.”

  “What are you saying?” Noah’s eyes widened.

  Matred put her hand to her mouth, focusing intently.

  Sandy continued, “Aariel, the seraph who loves Yalith, said that she was to be taken up, like her forebear Enoch. And he held her and flew straight up into the sky. We watched.”

  Dennys nodded.

  A light of great joy came into Noah’s eyes.

  Matred burst into tears.

  “I felt a drop of rain,” Sandy said.

  Noah turned away. “The ark will be finished tomorrow.”

  * * *

  That night, the twins sat outside the big tent. The three mammoths curled up together, near them. The rest of the family was within, asleep. Except for Yalith. Yalith’s sleeping skins had been folded and put away.

  “I didn’t have a chance to talk with Adnarel about getting home,” Sandy said.

  “But Yalith is all right. At the moment, that’s all that matters.” A drop of rain fell on Dennys’s nose.

  “The rain is beginning.” Sandy reached down to pet Higgaion, who was pressing against his feet. “What was it that she said about many waters?”

  “Many waters cannot quench love. I think that’s what she said.”

  Higgaion reached up with his trunk to touch Sandy’s arm. “It’s time for us to be going home, Higgy. I have to speak to Adnarel.”

  Higgaion reached with his trunk to touch his ear. The scarab beetle was not there.

  Another drop of rain fell. It was a quiet, beginning rain, with occasional droplets. No thunder or lightning.

  Sandy asked the sky, “Is God really doing this? Causing a flood to wipe everybody out?”

  Dennys raised his face to the sky. The stars were not visible, hidden by thick veils of clouds, but it seemed that he could still hear their chiming, dim but reassuring. “Whenever there’s an earthquake, or a terrible fire, or a typhoon, or whatever, everybody gets it. Good people get killed as well as bad.”

  Sandy was wriggling his toes against Higgaion’s shaggy grey flank. “Well. Everybody dies. Sooner or later.”


  “Even stars die,” Dennys added.

  “I don’t like entropy,” Sandy said. “The universe winding down.”

  “I don’t think it is winding down,” Dennys contradicted. “I think it’s still being birthed. Even the flood is part of the birthing.”

  “I don’t understand.” Sandy’s voice was flat. “Everybody knows that entropy—”

  “Everybody doesn’t. And entropy is in question, anyhow. Remember, we had that in science last year. There’s no such thing as an unbreakable scientific rule, because, sooner or later, they all seem to get broken. Or to change.”

  “Grandfather Lamech said that these are last days.” The occasional slow drops of rain made Sandy on edge, and argumentative.

  Another splash of rain touched Dennys’s face, muting the stars. “There have been many times of last days,” he said, “and they mark not only endings but beginnings.”

  “Is there a pattern to it all?” Sandy demanded. “Or is it all chaos and chance?”

  “What do you think?” Dennys asked.

  Selah had come to lie beside Higgaion, and Sandy reached to scratch her with the toes of his other foot. “Did we come here, to Yalith, to Noah, by chance?”

  Dennys wiped his face with the palm of his hand. “No. I don’t think so.”

  Sandy said, “The ark is finished. Yalith is with Grandfather Enoch. And perhaps with Grandfather Lamech. What was it Grandfather said? We know little about such things…”

  There was a radiance in the air, and Adnarel stood before them.

  “Oh, Adnarel.” Sandy leapt up. “I need to talk to you about particle physics and quantum leaps.”

  Adnarel sat beside them, listening.

  “So,” Sandy concluded, “if you could go to our time and place and call the unicorns to you there, you could tesser us home.”

  “It does not sound impossible,” Adnarel said. “It is consistent with our knowledge of energy and matter. I will talk with the other seraphim.” As he turned to go, he said, “Do not stray far from the tent.”

  “The nephilim,” Dennys agreed. Then, in a louder voice, “We will not stray. It is just that somehow we are not sleepy.”

  Adnarel paused. “Your love for Yalith, and hers for you, is, and therefore it always will be.” And then he was gone.

  * * *

  They smelled Tiglah before they saw her. Quickly they sprang to their feet and ran to the tent flap, which was half open.