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.The ley rose on the other side.They rose with it, climbing the almost sheer cliffs and the stone slab walls of the priory that sat astride the summit.Up and over they went.A second ley burst out of the cliff wall on the other side.The companion line—it must have travelled the last few miles underground.The two lines plunged seaward in a sinuous embrace and then turned, setting a parallel course along the bay's shallow sea bed towards the next headland, looking like two shimmering torpedo trails.Magical.Nick raced across the bay, dropping to a few feet above the waves.Below him the two leys shimmered and rippled along the sea bed, their brilliance tempered by five maybe ten fathoms of murky water.The leys dipped and dived, split and converged.Then rose—leaping out of the sea in tandem like spawning salmon—up, up and over the headland, pushing the sea behind them, embracing the greens and browns of field and woodland.Nick followed, tying himself to the line on the left.Its sister line veered off to the right.But not far.Nick could see it flashing through the tree-line like a necklace of setting suns, paralleling their course for a mile or two before sweeping back to join its companion.The two lines entwined then suddenly.disappeared.Nick stopped.They were on the edge of a cliff.But not any cliff.They were standing on the edge of the world.Or so it appeared."Is that cloud?" asked Louise.He wasn't sure.It could be spray but that was impossible.If this was Land's End the sea had to be more than two hundred feet below and if it was fog why only here? Why not back in Mount's Bay or over the headland?He stared at the sight.It was like standing at the top of Niagara Falls except this wasn't a river cascading over the cliffs but two leys.Could they have caused this? Was this higher dimensional spray sent roiling into the atmosphere as the leys plunged into the Atlantic?He looked along the cliff line.It was difficult to pick out through the mist but they were on a promontory between two bays.Two bays lapped by cloud, no ocean anywhere in sight.He looked down.The leys followed the cliff face in a vertical plunge for ten, twenty feet and then disappeared into a shifting, billowing cloud so dense that even their light was consumed."We need to talk," said Louise."Off air.""This'll be local, Lou.I can't see it stretching right across the Atlantic.""It's not that, Nick.It's something else."She sounded worried."Okay, John, we're going to pause the simulation for five minutes to check some readings.You'll use this time to rest and won't hear anything until I say 'westward ho.' Now what is it, Lou?""Have you felt anything?" she asked."Like we're not alone?""We aren't alone.We've got John with us.""No, it's more than that.Can't you feel it? It's like someone's watching us.It's the same feeling I had when we first met the colonists."Panic.He found himself scanning through the fog, back along the leys, above, below.Had the colonists returned to look for their friend?Or was their friend already here? Was he waiting in the mist?He backed away from the cliff edge."How long have you had this feeling?" he asked."From the moment we stopped.""Not before?""No.Can't you feel it?"He couldn't.Could he? He cleared his mind.waited.and waited.Nothing.Not even the slightest sense of foreboding."It'll be this place, Lou.This'll be the first time you've stood at an intersection of two leys."It had to be that.The feeling of not being alone.The feeling of presence, of spirit.The same feeling that brought ancient man to these places, that drove him to locate his temples here."But don't you feel anything?" asked Louise."It affects people differently.You feel a sense of presence; I'm bowled over by the view.Look at it, Lou.Isn't it just like standing on the edge of the world staring into the abyss? Can't you picture some ancient druid pausing here and looking over the edge just like we're doing now and wondering whether to follow the leys down into the bowels of the underworld?""You're not suggesting we go down there?" said Louise."Why not? It might cross the Atlantic.It might stop off at Lyoness or Atlantis or.""You are unbelievable! An hour ago you were telling me how time critical everything was.How we had to get John to Florida before the Colonists came back [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.The ley rose on the other side.They rose with it, climbing the almost sheer cliffs and the stone slab walls of the priory that sat astride the summit.Up and over they went.A second ley burst out of the cliff wall on the other side.The companion line—it must have travelled the last few miles underground.The two lines plunged seaward in a sinuous embrace and then turned, setting a parallel course along the bay's shallow sea bed towards the next headland, looking like two shimmering torpedo trails.Magical.Nick raced across the bay, dropping to a few feet above the waves.Below him the two leys shimmered and rippled along the sea bed, their brilliance tempered by five maybe ten fathoms of murky water.The leys dipped and dived, split and converged.Then rose—leaping out of the sea in tandem like spawning salmon—up, up and over the headland, pushing the sea behind them, embracing the greens and browns of field and woodland.Nick followed, tying himself to the line on the left.Its sister line veered off to the right.But not far.Nick could see it flashing through the tree-line like a necklace of setting suns, paralleling their course for a mile or two before sweeping back to join its companion.The two lines entwined then suddenly.disappeared.Nick stopped.They were on the edge of a cliff.But not any cliff.They were standing on the edge of the world.Or so it appeared."Is that cloud?" asked Louise.He wasn't sure.It could be spray but that was impossible.If this was Land's End the sea had to be more than two hundred feet below and if it was fog why only here? Why not back in Mount's Bay or over the headland?He stared at the sight.It was like standing at the top of Niagara Falls except this wasn't a river cascading over the cliffs but two leys.Could they have caused this? Was this higher dimensional spray sent roiling into the atmosphere as the leys plunged into the Atlantic?He looked along the cliff line.It was difficult to pick out through the mist but they were on a promontory between two bays.Two bays lapped by cloud, no ocean anywhere in sight.He looked down.The leys followed the cliff face in a vertical plunge for ten, twenty feet and then disappeared into a shifting, billowing cloud so dense that even their light was consumed."We need to talk," said Louise."Off air.""This'll be local, Lou.I can't see it stretching right across the Atlantic.""It's not that, Nick.It's something else."She sounded worried."Okay, John, we're going to pause the simulation for five minutes to check some readings.You'll use this time to rest and won't hear anything until I say 'westward ho.' Now what is it, Lou?""Have you felt anything?" she asked."Like we're not alone?""We aren't alone.We've got John with us.""No, it's more than that.Can't you feel it? It's like someone's watching us.It's the same feeling I had when we first met the colonists."Panic.He found himself scanning through the fog, back along the leys, above, below.Had the colonists returned to look for their friend?Or was their friend already here? Was he waiting in the mist?He backed away from the cliff edge."How long have you had this feeling?" he asked."From the moment we stopped.""Not before?""No.Can't you feel it?"He couldn't.Could he? He cleared his mind.waited.and waited.Nothing.Not even the slightest sense of foreboding."It'll be this place, Lou.This'll be the first time you've stood at an intersection of two leys."It had to be that.The feeling of not being alone.The feeling of presence, of spirit.The same feeling that brought ancient man to these places, that drove him to locate his temples here."But don't you feel anything?" asked Louise."It affects people differently.You feel a sense of presence; I'm bowled over by the view.Look at it, Lou.Isn't it just like standing on the edge of the world staring into the abyss? Can't you picture some ancient druid pausing here and looking over the edge just like we're doing now and wondering whether to follow the leys down into the bowels of the underworld?""You're not suggesting we go down there?" said Louise."Why not? It might cross the Atlantic.It might stop off at Lyoness or Atlantis or.""You are unbelievable! An hour ago you were telling me how time critical everything was.How we had to get John to Florida before the Colonists came back [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]