I did not wait to get another look. Instead I ran fast down the steep steps to the pier and along by the fish-market. Then I ran on to the bridge, which was the only way to reach the East Cliff. The town was empty -there was no-one onthe street. I was pleased about that, because I didn't wantanyone to see Lucyas she was now. The time and distance seemed endless. My knees trembled and I felt out of breath as I ran up the steps to the abbey. I must have gone fast, and yet it seemed to me as if my feet were as heavy as lead, and as though every part of my body was stuck together.

When I got almost to the top if the steps I could see the seat where Lucy sat. I was now close enough to see it even when the clouds hid the moon. There was undoubtedly something, long and black, bending over her. I called in fright, "Lucy! Lucy!" and something raised its head. That was when I saw a white face and red, gleaming eyes. Lucy did not answer, and I ran to the entrance of the churchyard. As I entered, the church was between me and the seat, and for a minute or so I lost sight of Lucy. When the cloud had passed and the moonlight was bright again, I could see her. Her head was back, lying over the back of the seat.