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Show page 21 around High John and a larger loop for Edith's neck. Edith looked dox-m, toward her small breasts. "It is my mother's," she said of the locket. "I know." So Doctor Cato said take the root and the string and place the root next to the locket. "Let the root touch you," he added. Edith's eyes were on the r o o t ' s bumps and t e n t a c l e s . She hesitated but her desire overcame her fastidiousness. She had the comfortable feeling that she was doing something however foolish to save her' romance. Suddenly she streamed. She scrambled up and stood swaying on unsteady legs. She f e l t excruciatingly t h i r s t y . Junior sprang to help her. She drew back, terror in her eyes. " I t wiggled! it moved!" she said, and clawed the string from around her neck and thrust it and High John at Cato. "What moved?" asked Junior, protective, his arm supporting her. "The r o o t , " Edith managed, barely aloud. Doctor Cato, knowing of her t h i r s t , offered her a drink of fresh spring x^ater and watched her drink i t . The spring water was good for new l i f e . His disfigured face was inscrutable, expressionless. He started to say something, changed h i s mind. She would knox* in time i t wasn't High John the Conqueror that had quickened and moved. Maybe when she did know the father would have learned some sense. But c e r t a i n l y . With him and High John they would be as no others.He was glad- he had t r i e d to help her. She was the f i r st |
