—and then he found her an easier way up, and they walked on again, and Marjorie told him all about her bonds, and how she came by them; and later, about the children that she had seen and the way that the other boy was to help them.
The boy listened interestedly, but with a puzzled look in his eyes. Presently he said:—"I'd like to ask you a question, if you are willing. Is this Sequence, which you speak of as having bound you this way—is it actually any more real than Superstition?—and doesn't it seem to be governed by Fear, in just the same way?"
Marjorie hesitated. "You don't understand," she said. "You see, my Grandmother was walking down hill;—it was ever and ever so long ago, when she was quite a young girl—she told Mother about it, and Mother told me;—well, she was walking down hill—or else it was up hill, I don't remember which—and it was very steep and—"
