"Gaudior, what happened?"
"We barely got you out in time."
"Did Matthew--"
"He died. We didn't expect it quite so soon. The Echthroi--"
"I guess we got to 1865 after all." Charles Wallace looked up at the stars.
"Stand up." Gaudior sounded cross. "I don't like to see you lying there. I thought you were never going to open your eyes."
Charles Wallace scrambled to his feet, lifted one leg, then the other. "How strange to be able to use my legs again--how wonderful."
Gaudior knelt beside him. "Climb."
Charles Wallace, legs shaky as though from long disuse, clambered onto the great back.
He rode a Gaudior who had become as tiny as a dragonfly, rode among the fireflies, joining their brilliant dance, twinkling, blinking, shooting over the star-watching rock, over the valley, singing their song, and he was singing, too, and he was himself, and yet he was all he had learned, he carried within himself Brandon and Chuck and their song and the song was glory ...
And he rode a Gaudior who had become as large as a constellation, rode among the galaxies, and he was himself, and he was also Madoc, and he was Matthew, Matthew flying through showers of stars, caught up in the joy of the music of the spheres ...
part of the harmony, part of the joy
The silver neigh of the unicorn sounded all about the star-watching rock, rippling over Meg and the twins, Mrs. O'Keefe and Charles, and the night was illumined by the flash of the horn, blinding them with oblivion as it pointed at each of them in turn.
Meg thought she heard Charles Wallace call, "Gaudior, goodbye--oh, Gaudior, goodbye ..."
Who was Gaudior?
She knew once who Gaudior was.
Again she heard his silver knell ringing in farewell.
Sandy asked, "Hey, did you see lightning?"
Dennys looked bewildered. "It's too cold. And look at all the stars."
"What was that flash, then?"
"Beats me. Like everything else tonight. Charles, what was with you? I couldn't find a pulse and then suddenly it throbbed under my fingers."
Slowly, color was returning to the boy's cheeks. "You came just in time." He looked at Mrs. O'Keefe, who still had her hand to her side and was breathing with painful gasps. "Beezie. Thank you." There was infinite sadness in his voice.
"That's what Meg called her," Sandy said. "What is all this?"
"Mom O'Keefe laid a charge on me ..."
Dennys said, "We told you it was nuts for you to think you could stop Branzillo single-handed. Did you fall asleep or something? You could have got frostbite." He sounded concerned and uncertain.
"Come on in, now," Sandy added, "and no more of this nonsense."
"After the president's call, you call it nonsense?" Meg demanded fiercely.
"Meg, you shouldn't be out in the cold," Dennys objected.
"I'm all right."
Charles Wallace took Mrs. O'Keefe's hands in his. "Thank you."
"Chuck's no idiot." Mrs. O'Keefe thumped Charles Wallace on the shoulder.
"Come on," Sandy urged. "Let's get moving."
Dennys held Mrs. O'Keefe's arm. "We'll help you." They returned to the house, Sandy and Dennys supporting Mrs. O'Keefe; Meg holding Charles Wallace's hand as though they were both small children once more.
Ananda greeted them ecstatically.
Mrs. Murry hurried to her youngest son, but refrained from touching him. "She's really adopted us, hasn't she? You'd think she'd been with us forever."
"Watch out for that tail." Mr. Murry moved between the dog and the model of the tesseract. "A couple of indiscriminate wags and you could undo years of work." He turned to his daughter. "Meg, you shouldn't have gone out in this weather with your cold."
"It's all right, Father. My cold's better and I didn't get chilled. Did the president--"
"No. Nothing yet."
Meg tried to think. What did she remember? The president's call, of course. Mrs. O'Keefe's rune, and the response of the weather. The coming of Ananda. Kything with Charles Wallace in the attic, kything through aeons of time, kything which had faded to dreams because the unicorn--
A unicorn. That was absurd.
There was Mrs. O'Keefe's phone call in the middle of the night. Sandy went for her and brought her back to the house, and she had an old letter--who was it from? What did it say?
"Well, Charles." Mr. Murry regarded his son gravely. "How about the charge?"
Charles Wallace did not reply immediately. He was studying the model of the tesseract, and he touched one of the Lucite rods carefully, so that the entire model began to vibrate, to hum softly, throwing off sparkles of brilliance. "We still don't know much about time, do we? I think--" He looked bewildered. "Father, I think it's going to be all right. But not because I was intelligent, or brave, or in control. Meg was right, earlier this evening, when she talked about everything, everywhere, interreacting."
"You were gone longer than we expected."
"I was gone a long time. An incredibly long time."
"But what did you do?" Sandy asked.
"And where did you go?" Dennys added.
"Mostly I stayed right by the star-watching rock--"
"Father!" Meg exclaimed. "The letter Mom O'Keefe brought. Charles hasn't seen it."
Mrs. O'Keefe held out the yellowed paper to Mr. Murry.
"Please read it to me, Father." Charles Wallace looked pale and exhausted.
"My dear Gwen and Rich," Mr. Murry read,
Thank you for writing us so promptly of Papa's death. Zillah and I are grateful that he died peacefully in his sleep, with none of the suffering he feared. I know that you both, and little Zillah, are a consolation for Mama. And Papa had the satisfaction of having Rich for his partner, and of knowing that the name of Maddox and Llawcae will not be lost, for our young Rich talks with great enthusiasm about going to Merioneth when he is old enough.
Our little Matthew is a rapidly growing boy. I had hoped that as he grew out of babyhood he would be called Matthew, but he keeps the nickname given him by the Indian children, Branzillo, a combination of my name and Zillah's. Little Rich tries to keep up with his big brother in every way ...
Mr. Murry looked up. "The letter breaks off there. Strange--it seems diff--is that what I read before?"
Mrs. Murry frowned slightly. "I'm not sure. It didn't sound quite--but we're all exhausted with strain and lack of sleep. Memory plays queer tricks at times like this."
"It has to be what Father read before," Sandy said flatly. "It offends my reasonable mind, but it really does seem possible that Branzillo's forebears came from around here."
"The letter did come from Mrs. O'Keefe's attic," Dennys said. "So it's even likely that he's distantly descended from her forebears, and that would make them umpteenth cousins."
Sandy protested, "But what effect could that have on his starting a nuclear war? Or--we hope--on not starting one?"
Charles Wallace turned away from the argument, looked once more at the tesseract, then went to Mrs. O'Keefe, who was once again huddled in the rocking chair in front of the fire. Meg left the twins and followed Charles Wallace.
"Beezie," he asked softly, "what happened to Chuck?"
--Beezie, Chuck. They were in the vanishing kythe. Meg stepped closer to the rocker to hear Mrs. O'Keefe's reply.
"He died," she said bleakly.
"How?"
"They took him away and put him in an institution. He died there, six months later."
Charles Wallace expelled a long, sad breath. "Oh, Beezie, Beezie. And the baby?"
"Took after Duthbert Mortmain. Died in the State Penitentiary. Embezzlement. Let it be. What's done's done. What's gone's gone."
Ananda pressed against Meg, and she stroked the raised head.
Beezie. Chuck. Paddy O'Keefe. The kythe flickered briefly in Meg's mind. Beezie must have married Paddy for more or less the same reasons that her mother had married Duthbert Mortmain. And she learned n
ot to feel, not to love, not even her children, not even Calvin. Not to be hurt. But she gave Charles Wallace the rune, and told him to use it to stop Mad Dog Branzillo. So there must be a little of the Old Music left in her.
"Matthew's book," Charles Wallace said. "It's happening, all that he wrote."
The phone rang.
Mrs. Murry looked toward her husband, but did not speak.
They waited tensely.
"Yes, Mr. President?" Mr. Murry listened, and as he listened, he smiled. "El Zarco is setting up a Congress for the working out of peace plans and the equitable distribution and preservation of the earth's resources. What's that, Mr. President? He wants me to come as an advisor on the use of space for peace? Well, yes, of course, for a few weeks ... This is splendid news. Thank you for calling." He put down the receiver and turned to his family.
"El Zarco--" Meg whispered.
"Madog Branzillo's favorite nickname, you know that," her father said. "The Blue-eyed."
"But his threats--"
Her father looked at her in surprise. "Threats?"
"Of war--"
Everybody except Charles Wallace and Mrs. O'Keefe was looking at her.
"The phone call before dinner--" she said. "Wasn't the president afraid of war?"
"El Zarco has put down the militant members of his cabinet. He's always been known as a man of peace."
Charles Wallace spoke softly, so only Meg could hear. "They haven't traveled with a unicorn, Meg. There was no El Rabioso for them. When Matthew sent Zillah to marry Bran, and when Gedder was killed, that was the Might-Have-Been. El Rabioso was never born. It's always been El Zarco." He held her hand so tightly that it hurt.
Mrs. O'Keefe looked at Meg, nodding. "Baby will be born."
"Oh, Mom," Meg cried. "Will you be glad to be a grandmother?"
"Too late," the old woman said. "Take me home. Chuck and Grandma are waiting for me."
"What's that?" Mr. Murry asked.
"Chuck and Grandma--never mind. Just take me home."
"I'll drive you," Mr. Murry said.
Meg kissed her mother-in-law good night. It was the first time she had ever kissed her. "See you, Mom. See you soon."
When the car drove off, Dennys turned to his sister. "I'm not sure she'll make it to be a grandmother, Meg. I think her heart's running out."
"Why?"
"Badly swollen ankles. Blue tinge to her fingernails and lips. Shortness of breath."
"She ran all the way to the star-watching rock."
"She was short of breath before then. It's a wonder it didn't kill her. And what all that was about I'll never know."
"This whole evening's confusing," Sandy agreed. "I suggest we just forget it and go to bed. And Mrs. O'Keefe would never have made it back without Dennys and me, Meg. But you're right, Mother, she's quite an old girl."
"She is, indeed," Mrs. Murry agreed. "And I agree with you, Sandy, about getting to bed. Meg, you need your sleep."
The baby within Meg stirred. "You're more than right about Mom O'Keefe, Mother, more right than any of us could possibly have imagined. There's much much more to her than meets the eye. I hate the thought of losing her, just as we're discovering her."
Charles Wallace had once again been contemplating the intricate model of the tesseract. He spoke softly to his sister. "Meg, no matter what happens, even if Dennys is right about her heart, remember that it was herself she placed, for the baby's sake, and yours, and Calvin's, and all of us--"
Meg looked at him questioningly.
Charles Wallace's eyes as he returned her gaze were the blue of light as it glances off a unicorn's horn, pure and clear and infinitely deep. "In this fateful hour, it was herself she placed between us and the powers of darkness."
GOFISH
QUESTIONS FOR THE AUTHOR
What did you want to be when you grew up?
A writer.
When did you realize you wanted to be a writer?
Right away. As soon as I was able to articulate, I knew I wanted to be a writer. And I read. I adored Emily of New Moon and some of the other L. M. Montgomery books and they impelled me because I loved them.
When did you start to write?
When I was five, I wrote a story about a little "gurl."
What was the first writing you had published?
When I was a child, a poem in CHILD LIFE. It was all about a lonely house and was very sentimental.
Where do you write your books?
Anywhere. I write in longhand first, and then type it. My first typewriter was my father's pre-World War One machine. It was the one he took with him to the war. It had certainly been around the world.
What is the best advice you have ever received about writing?
To just write.
What's your first childhood memory?
One early memory I have is going down to Florida for a couple of weeks in the summertime to visit my grandmother. The house was in the middle of a swamp, surrounded by alligators. I don't like alligators, but there they were, and I was afraid of them.
What is your favorite childhood memory?
Being in my room.
As a young person, whom did you look up to most?
My mother. She was a storyteller and I loved her stories. And she loved music and records. We played duets together on the piano.
What was your worst subject in school?
Math and Latin. I didn't like the Latin teacher.
What was your best subject in school?
English.
What activities did you participate in at school?
I was president of the student government in boarding school and editor of a literary magazine, and also belonged to the drama club.
Are you a morning person or a night owl?
Night owl.
What was your first job?
Working for the actress Eva La Gallienne, right after college.
What is your idea of the best meal ever?
Cream of Wheat. I eat it with a spoon. I love it with butter and brown sugar.
Which do you like better: cats or dogs?
I like them both. I once had a wonderful dog named Touche. She was a silver medium-sized poodle, and quite beautiful. I wasn't allowed to take her on the subway, and I couldn't afford to get a taxi, so I put her around my neck, like a stole. And she pretended she was a stole. She was an actor.
What do you value most in your friends?
Love.
What is your favorite song?
"Drink to Me Only with Thine Eyes."
What time of the year do you like best?
I suppose autumn. I love the changing of the leaves. I love the autumn goldenrod, the Queen Anne's lace.
What was the original title of A Wrinkle in Time?
"Mrs. Whatsit, Mrs. Who and Mrs. Which."
How did you get the idea for A Wrinkle in Time?
We were living in the country with our three kids on this dairy farm. I started reading what Einstein wrote about time. And I used a lot of those principles to make a universe that was creative and yet believable.
How hard was it to get A Wrinkle in Time published?
I was kept hanging for two years. Over and over again I received nothing more than the formal, printed rejection slip. Eventually, after twenty-six rejections, I called my agent and said, "Send it back. It's too different. Nobody's going to publish it." He sent it back, but a few days later a friend of my mother's insisted that I meet John Farrar, the publisher. He liked the manuscript, and eventually decided to publish it. My first editor was Hal Vursell.
Which of your characters is most like you?
None of them. They're all wiser than I am.
THE L'ENGLE CAST OF CHARACTERS
Books featuring the Murry-O'Keefes:
A Wrinkle in Time (WT)
A Wind in the Door (WD)
A Swiftly Tilting Planet (STP)
Many Waters (MW)
The Arm of the Starfish (AS)
Dragons in the Waters (DW)
A House Like a Lotus (HL)
An Acceptable Time (AT)
Books featuring the Austins:
Meet the Austins (MA)
The Moon by Night (MN)
The Twenty-four Days Before Christmas (TDC)
The Young Unicorns (YU)
A Ring of Endless Light (REL)
Troubling a Star (TS)
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