“What was your dream?”
She had to think a moment to remember.
“The ship.
It came from the sky again, landed, and the tall man stepped out and talked to me, telling me little jokes, laughing, and it was pleasant.”
Mr. K touched a pillar.
Founts of warm water leaped up, steaming; the chill vanished from the room.
Mr. K’s face was impassive.
“And then,” she said, “this man, who said his strange name was Nathaniel York, told me I was beautiful and — and kissed me.”
“Ha!” cried the husband, turning violently away, his jaw working.
“It’s only a dream.”
She was amused.
“Keep your silly, feminine dreams to yourself!”
“You’re acting like a child.”
She lapsed back upon the few remaining remnants of chemical mist.
After a moment she laughed softly.
“I thought of some more of the dream,” she confessed.
“Well, what is it, what is it?” he shouted.
“Yll, you’re so bad-tempered.”
“Tell me!” he demanded.
“You can’t keep secrets from me!”
His face was dark and rigid as he stood over her.
“I’ve never seen you this way,” she replied, half shocked, half entertained.
“All that happened was this Nathaniel York person told me — well, he told me that he’d take me away into his ship, into the sky with him, and take me back to his planet with him.
It’s really quite ridiculous.”
“Ridiculous, is it!” he almost screamed.
“You should have heard yourself, fawning on him, talking to him, singing with him, oh gods, all night; you should have heard yourself!”
“Yll!”
“When’s he landing?
Where’s he coming down with his damned ship?”
“Yll, lower your voice.”
“Voice be damned!” He bent stiffly over her.
“And in this dream” — he seized her wrist — “didn’t the ship land over in Green Valley, didn’t it?
Answer me!”
“Why, yes — ”
“And it landed this afternoon, didn’t it?” he kept at her.
“Yes, yes, I think so, yes, but only in a dream!”
“Well” — he flung her hand away stiffly — “it’s good you’re truthful!
I heard every word you said in your sleep.
You mentioned the valley and the time.”
Breathing hard, he walked between the pillars like a man blinded by a lightning bolt.
Slowly his breath returned.
She watched him as if he were quite insane.
She arose finally and went to him.
“Yll,” she whispered.
“I’m all right.”
“You’re sick.”
“No.”
He forced a tired smile.
“Just childish.
Forgive me, darling.”