"I made no development and let myself go. The dark shape held me up, and I put forth no attempt to get away. An inquisitive sensation of serenity came over me and I felt that I should be affected by some genial. I had the full order of my faculties; and my eyes became used to the haziness, which was lit, to a great extent, by erratic sparkles. I determined that we were in a thin round exhibition, presumably running overall round the Drama, which is enormous, underground.
I had once been down into those basements, however had halted at the third floor, however there were two lower still, enormous enough to hold a town. Be that as it may, the figures of which I got sight had made me taken off. There are evil spirits down there, very dark, remaining before boilers, and they employ digging tools and pitchforks and jab up flames and work up blazes and, on the off chance that you approach them, they scare you by abruptly opening the red mouths of their heaters ... All things considered, while Cesar was unobtrusively conveying me on his back, I saw those dark evil presences somewhere far off, looking minuscule, before the red flames of their heaters: they became visible, vanished and came into focus once more, as we went on our twisting way.
Finally, they vanished out and out. The shape was all the while holding me up and Cesar strolled on, unled and sure-footed. I was unable to tell you, even roughly, how long this ride endured; I just realize that we appeared to endlessly transform and frequently went down a twisting step into the actual heart of the earth. And, after its all said and done, it very well might be that my head was turning, yet I have to strongly disagree: no, my psyche was very clear. Finally, Cesar raised his noses, sniffed the air and enlivened his speed a bit. I felt a dampness in the air and Cesar halted.
The dimness had lifted. A kind of bluey light encompassed us. We were on the edge of a lake, whose heavy waters extended into the distance, into the haziness; however the blue light illuminated the bank what's more, I saw a little boat secured to an iron ring on the wharf!" "A boat!" "Indeed, however I realized that all that existed and that there was nothing heavenly about that underground lake and boat. However, consider the uncommon circumstances where I showed up upon that shore! I don't know whether the impacts of the warm had worn off when the man's shape lifted me into the boat, yet my dread started once more.
My abhorrent escort probably saw it, for he sent Cesar back what's more, I heard his feet stomping on up a flight of stairs while the man hopped into the boat, loosened the rope that held it and held onto the paddles. He paddled with a fast, strong stroke; and his eyes, under the veil, never left me. We slipped across the quiet water in the bluey light which I told you of; then, at that point, we were uninformed once more and we contacted shore. Also, I was again taken up in the man's arms. I cried so anyone might hear. And afterward, unexpectedly, I was quiet, bewildered by the light... Indeed, a stunning light amidst which I had been put down.
I sprang to my feet. I was in an attracting room that appeared to me to be enriched, embellished and outfitted with only blossoms, blossoms both eminent and dumb, as a result of the silk strips that attached them to containers, similar to those which they sell in the shops on the lanes. They were excessively cultivated blossoms, similar to those which I used to find in my changing area following a first evening. Furthermore, amidst this multitude of blossoms, stood the dark state of the man in the veil, with arms crossed, and he said, 'Don't be apprehensive, Christine; you are in no peril.' IT WAS THE VOICE!
"My annoyance approached my surprise. I hurried at the cover and attempted to grab it away, to see the substance of the voice. The man said, 'You are in no peril, inasmuch as you don't contact the cover.' And, taking me delicately by the wrists, he constrained me into a seat and afterward went kneeling down before me and said nothing more! His modesty gave me back a portion of my fortitude; and the light reestablished me to the realties of life. Notwithstanding how phenomenal the experience may be, I was presently encircled by mortal, noticeable, unmistakable things.
The furnishings, the hangings, the candles, the jars and the very blossoms in their containers, of which I could nearly have told whence they came and what they cost, will undoubtedly bind my creative mind to the furthest reaches of a drawing-room very as ordinary as any that, in any event, had the reason of not being in that frame of mind of the Drama. I had, presumably, to do with a horrible, whimsical individual, who, in some strange design, had prevailed with regards to taking up his homestead there, under the Drama house, five stories beneath the level of the ground. What's more, the voice, the voice which I had perceived under the veil, was kneeling down before me, WAS A MAN! What's more, I started to cry... The man, actually stooping, probably grasped the reason for my tears, for he said, 'It is valid, Christine! ... I'm not a Heavenly messenger, nor a virtuoso, nor a phantom ... I'm Erik!'"
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