from the hedge; and, when I opened my eyes, there was a glint of light through the tangle of boughs and dead leaves. The hedge could not be as thick as usual. In my weak, morbid state, I longed to force my way in, and see what was on the other side. No one was in sight, or I should not have dared to try. For we of the road do not admit in conversation that there is another side at all.
I yielded to the temptation, saying to myself that I would come back in a minute. The thorns scratched my face, and I had to use my arms as a shield, depending on my feet alone to push me forward. Half-way through I would have gone back, for in the passage all the things I was carrying were scraped off me, and my clothes were torn. But I was so wedged that return was impossible, and I had to wriggle blindly forward, expecting every moment that my strength would fail me and that I should perish in the undergrowth.
Suddenly cold water closed round my head, and I seemed sinking down for ever. I had fallen out of the hedge into a deep pool. I rose to the surface at last, crying for help, and I heard someone on the opposite bank laugh and say: âAnother!â And then I was twitched out and laid panting on the dry ground.
Even when the water was out of my eyes I was still dazed, for I had never been in so large a space, nor seen such grass and sunshine. The blue sky was no longer a strip, and beneath it the earth had risen grandly into hillsâclean, bare buttresses, with beech trees in their folds, and meadows and clear pools at their feet. But the hills were not high, and there was in the landscape a sense of human occupationâso that one might have called it a park, or garden, if the words did not imply a certain triviality and constraint.
As soon as I got my breath, I turned to my rescuer and said:
âWhere does this place lead to?â
âNowhere, thank the Lord!â said he, and laughed. He was a man of fifty or sixtyâjust the kind of age we mistrust on the roadâbut there was no anxiety in his manner, and his voice was that of a boy of eighteen.
âBut it must lead somewhere!â I cried, too much surprised at his answer to thank him for saving my life.
âHe wants to know where it leads!â he shouted to some men on the hillside, and they laughed back and waved their caps.
I noticed then that the pool into which I had fallen was really a moat which bent round to the left and to the right, and that the hedge followed it continually. The hedge was green on this sideâits roots showed through the clear water, and fish swam about in themâand it was wreathed over with dog-roses and Travellerâs Joy. But it was a barrier, and in a moment I lost all pleasure in the grass, the sky, the trees, the happy men and women, and realized that the place was but a prison, for all its beauty and extent.
We moved away from the boundary, and then followed a path almost parallel to it across the meadows. I found it difficult walking, for I was always trying to out-distance my companion, and there was no advantage in doing this if the place led nowhere. I had never kept step with anyone since I left my brother.
I amused him by stopping suddenly and saying disconsolately, âThis is perfectly terrible. One cannot advance: one cannot progress. Now we of the roadââ
âYes. I know.â
âI was going to say, we advance continually.â
âI know.â
âWe are always learning, expanding, developing. Why, even in my short life I have seen a great deal of advanceâthe Transvaal War, the Fiscal Question, Christian Science, Radium. Here for exampleââ
I took out my pedometer, but it still marked twenty-five, not a degree more.
âOh, itâs stopped! I meant to show you. It should have registered all the time I was walking with you. But it makes me only twenty-five.â
âMany things donât work in here,â he said. âOne day a man
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