THE
TOWN THAT COULD NOT SLEEP
by
Michael J. Clark
THE TOWN THAT COULD NOT SLEEP
CHAPTER ONE
Once upon a time there was a town that could not
sleep. It was not really that the
town could not sleep: the town had become afraid to sleep.
It
seems that the problem first began with one of the townÕs leading citizens, Mr.
Henry Richardson, who owned the bank in town. One night, as he slept, he dreamt of a huge dragon , with
black scales, thick eyebrows, and long fingernails. The dragon lived in the woods in the hills overlooking the
town.
In
his dream, Mr. Richardson had taken a walk on the outskirts of town. The dragon met him and warned him in a
ferocious voice: Òyou are not safe in your town because one of these days i
will come in to your town and burn it to the ground.Ó
Mr.
Richardson awoke, terrified. Of
course, it was only a dream. He
told others of his dream the following day. They laughed, relieved that it was not real.
The next night, a second man, Mr. Peterson, a
book-seller, also dreamed of the dragon.
Mr. Peterson dreamt of a fishing trip. He was sitting beside the river, with his small son, Joshua,
when the dragon emerged from the trees.
Mr.
Peterson had heard of Mr. RichardsonÕs dream the night before. So, when the dragon approached,
breathing fire and roaring, Mr. Peterson cried to the dragon: ÒHave mercy,
Mister Dragon! We are only a poor
man and his son! We have committed
no crime against you to merit your wrath...!Ó
The
dragon replied: ÒYou have denied my existence for centuries now. Your great minds have all proven that I
no longer exist. Your children
have all lived as though I do not exist, laughing, without fear -- pretending
that dinosaurs were the real dragons.
Well, I have returned to provide each of you with a morsel of fear, to
remind you that all is not peace and profit in the kingdom...!Ó
Mr. Peterson awoke in sweat and chills. He shook his wife awake, and told her
his dream.
The
next day the town was alive with the story of the dreams of the angry
dragon. The men of town met in
high council. The women gathered
in the town square. The priest
offered a high mass that evening; and the bells of the church were rung from
noon to dusk, in hopes of driving the dragon from the woods.
Of
course, it was not clear that the dragon actually was in the woods. He had appeared in dreams only. But the townspeople were coming to
believe that the dragon had taken up residence in the woods. The town council unanimously voted to
build a wall around the city, to try to protect the town from the dragon.
One
man, Tom Saxon, a wood-cutter, suggested that the best approach might be one of
caution. He worked each day in the
woods. He had seen no evidence of
a dragon living in the woods.
But
he was opposed by Mr. Richardson, who served as the mayor of the town. ÒYou have not seen the dragon, Mr.
Saxon—but does that mean it is not real? Ask those of us who have seen the dragon! If we wait until everyone has seen it,
then it will be too late for our town!Ó
CHAPTER TWO
Tom Saxon went home from the town meeting very
concerned that the town was panicking over nothing.
His
wife and children welcomed him home; and they sat together in the back yard of
their home. The sun was going
down. It was a warm summer night.
ÒWe
make a mistake assuming that a dream is a real thing,Ó he told his wife
Alice. ÒIt may be that the dragon
does not pose any real threat to our town. But if the people in town believe in the dragon enough, then
their fear of the dragon may be enough to make the fear itself become as
powerful as a dragon...Ó
Tom
was a philosophical man.
Alice
replied: ÒIt will probably pass away, Tom, like a spring storm. Sometimes people want nothing so much
as to escape the boredom of a commonplace life. Sometimes people would rather have fear in their lives than
nothing at all...Ó
Alice
was also somewhat philosophical.
That night Tom and Alice went to bed; and Aice dreamt
that she and Tom and their children in a boat on a river. They were floating down a peaceful
valley. It was sunny, calm. Birds were singing and flying from tree
to tree.
Then
the dragon appeared. Alice pointed
to the dragon, but Tom said: ÒItÕs only a dream, honey! It may seem real, but that does not
mean that it is real!Ó
The
dragon laughed. ÒI am only a
dream, am I!Ó
He
roared. He reached into the water,
grasping the river like a piece of cloth.
He gathered the river into his hands, rolling it like a ball of yarn. Then he cast it toward the sun. It sailed into the sky, a thick ball
that seemed made of blue gauze. As
it neared the sun, the ball of water began to dissolve and unravel.
The
river came falling back to the earth. Rain began to fall, a hard rain, which
made the animals flee, the birds seek shelter in the groves. The sky filled
with thunder and lightning. The
sun was blotted out.
The Saxon family boat had sunk into the mud of the
riverbottom.
As
the rain began to fall, Tom and Alice grabbed their son and daughter and ran
into the woods, seeking to escape the angry dragon. But the dragon was everywhere. He rose up in the trees before them, and roared: ÒI will enter
your town and steal all your children, for you have denied me! Any man who denies me shall be
punished! His wife shall turn
against him!Ó
Alice awoke from her dream in tears. She related to her husband each
frightening detail of the dream.
Tom
tried to calm her, reminding her that it was only a dream.
She
looked at her husband with shock.
ÒI have seen this thing, Tom!
I have seen his power! I
wish to hear never again from you that the dragon is but a dream. To deny the dragon is to invite his
wrath!Ó
CHAPTER THREE
Tom Saxon still did not believe that the dragon
actually existed. Dreams could be
powerful. No doubt, his wifeÕs
dream had been something furious.
Still, as real as the dragon was in the realm of dreams, there had been
nothing to happen in the real world, the world of waking life, to indicate that
the dragon was anything more than a power of the hidden night world.
Tom
Saxon went to work the next morning, driving his wagon through the gates of the
town. A group of townsmen
continued to build the wall around the city.
Friends
cautioned Tom Saxon as he departed the safety of the town: ÒTom, itÕs not wise
to venture where a man is not wanted!Ó
And:
ÒLeave your friends, Tom, to venture into the land of death -- it will surely
lead you to harm!Ó
Tom
replied: ÒA man must work!Ó
ÒThen
help us to build the wall!Ó Isaac Thomas called. Isaac Thomas was a minister. ÒIt is GodÕs work to build the wall to keep the devil out!Ó
But
Tom Saxon did not listen. He drove
his wagon deep into the woods.
There was a profound silence in the forest. He liked this silence.
He met no one on the road.
He longed to see the dragon, to meet the demon face-to-face. But there was only silence; and then
the occasional song of a meadowlark.
He
stopped his wagon as he came to a clearing. Many trees had been felled. He rolled up his shirt-sleeves and began sawing the downed
trees. He had work to do. He would not let the power of some bad
dream keep him from completing his appointed tasks. How else would the family put food of their table?
Alice Saxon, on the other hand, spent the morning
reporting her dream to her friends. They reported it to their friends. Before
long the dream had been related to nearly all the citizens of the town.
When
Mr. Richardson, the mayor, heard of the dream, he insisted that Alice Saxon
meet with the town council and relate the dream in public.
A
great crowd gathered in the town hall chambers to listen to Alice Saxon report
her dream. With great excitement,
Alice recalled each frightening detail of the dream. The crowd gasped at each new revelation.
As
Alice recalled the dragon casting the river toward the sun, there was a
tremendous clap of thunder in the sky, above the town hall.
The
crowd fell into silence. There was
lightening, and more thunder. The
sky had been cloudless earlier that morning. No one had noticed a storm building. Now the sky was black with clouds, and
rain began to fall with a chilling intensity.
At
first, the crowd at the town hall remained inside the building, expecting the
storm to pass quickly. Summer
storms usually came without much warning, performed violently, and then were
gone as quickly as they had come.
It
rained for several hours. The
power of the rain did not slacken.
Otis Buckley, a machinist, thought aloud for everyone: ÒI hope this
doesnÕt last much longer, or the Regal will rise and bring hell on the
lowlands!Ó
The
ÔRegalÕ was the Regal River, a usually peaceful river along which the town had
been built. There were houses and
farms in the lowlands, along the south bank of the river. As the rain continued to fall, panic
began to set in. Some people in
the town hall had family and homes in the lowlands.
The
rain did not stop. The sky was the
color of a blue plum—and lightning danced into the town, striking trees
with tremendous explosions. Small
fires broke out. Smoking trees
could be seen from the town hall windows.
People
panicked, running from the town hall in every direction. Many ran toward the lowlands, to try to
reach their homes and families.
But it was too late. The
river had risen. It had raged into
the homes and the farmlands below.
Homes and cattle had been swept away. People were missing.
It was still raining and there was no way to invesigate the amount of
human damage in the valley.
The
great wall, being built by the
lowlanders, in accord with the decree of mayor Richardson, to protect the town
from the dragon, had been crushed by the wall of water. There was nothing left of it. Huge cinderblocks had been torn apart
and scattered across the valley floor.
When Tom Saxon descended from the mountain, he looked
down on a town in chaos. He had
heard nothing. The woods had been
silent. The sky had been blue and
cloudless all day, as he labored under the sun.
Now,
from the road on the hilltop, which led down into the valley, he could see the
flooded lowlands and he could sense the panic in his town.
He
drove his horse and wagon quickly down the steep path and into town. The city gate had been
abandoned—the men who had challenged his departure were gone.
Tom
Saxon worried about his wife and children—although there was in him a
sense that they were alright.
Still, in his mind, even with the flood, the obvious natural disaster,
there was no necessary connection between this catastrophe and the dragon in
the dreams of the town.
CHAPTER FOUR
The flood was just the beginning of troubles for the
town.
Beatrice
Weaver dreamed of the dragon swallowing the daughter of Henry Addersley, a
teacher at the grade school. Two
days later Henry AddersleyÕs daughter, Melanie, aged six, fell into a mud hole
and was swallowed by the earth.
Bill
Partridge, the organist at the church, music teacher, and occasional carpenter,
dreamed that the dragon actually entered the town, struck the church spire with
his fist, as Mr. Partridge was playing ÔRock of AgesÕ to a Sunday afternoon
church meeting.
Three
days later, Mrs. Orvery Newton was struck and killed by falling bricks as part
of the church tower collapsed. She
was walking to church for sunday evening service. Bill Patridge was playing the organ in the loft.
A town meeting was called. Nearly everyone in town attended.
Mayor
Richardson presided over the meeting.
He spoke to the townspeople:
ÒAny
sane man or woman can understand what is occurring!Ó he announced. ÒThis dragon, be he an emblem of god or
of the devil, is predicting tragedy in our dreams and then carrying it out in
our daily lives! He has brought
flood; he has warned that he will bring fire...!Ó
ÒWhy
is he afflicting us!Ó Ernest Waters asked. Ernest Waters was a father of thirteen children. He worked as a tax assessor in the town
hall.
ÒHe
has told us that he is angry that we have denied his existence!Ó Mayor
Richardson replied.
ÒWe
no longer deny his existence!Ó Rebecca Cuff cried. Herbert Cuff, her husband, tried to comfort her.
ÒSome
of us have not come to believe,Ó Mayor Richardson reminded the crowd.
Eyes
turned to find Tom Saxon. He was
sitting beside his wife and children.
ÒSpeak,
Tom Saxon!Ó Reverend Thomas called.
ÒDo you believe, or do you not believe?Ó
ÒDo
I believe in the troubles of this town?Ó Tom Saxon replied. ÒI do believe. Do I believe in the dragon as the cause
of the townÕs troubles? I do
not. What is the dragon, but a
symbol of our fears! What is the
dragon in us which makes us so try to deny our own reason!Ó
The
crowd hissed at Tom Saxon, shouted angry replies at him: ÒIf you do not
believe, then you should leave this town!Ó
And:
ÒTom Saxon, your father would be ashamed of you, if he were alive!Ó
And:
ÒYou are the reason we are afflicted, Tom Saxon!Ó
Mayor
Richardson tried to quiet the crowd.
ÒWe cannot force a man to believe!
If he insists on being blind, then he will be blind. A man must have a right to choose,
afterall!Ó
Still,
there were mutterings against Tom Saxon that continued to run through the hall.
ÒWe must find a way to appease the dragon!Ó Mr.
Peterson shouted.
Mayor
Richardson reasoned: ÒPerhaps if we no longer dream—perhaps, then, the
dragon will leave us! Afterall, it
is only through dreams that he makes his appearance.Ó
The
town agreed that this was true.
But how to keep from dreaming?
ÒWe
will no longer sleep!Ó Mayor Richardson
replied. ÒTo sleep is to
invite the devil in to our lives.
To sleep will be against the law.
To dream will be outlawed by government edict! In fact, we will be a much more productive race if we use
all the hours of the clock for work.
We shall defeat the powers of darkness merely by denying the dragon his
power!Ó
Yes,
the townspeople agreed: it was a good plan. To sleep would be against the law. Afterall, there was much work to be done. Life would be much more efficient if
sleep were not required.
The
new law passed by a nearly unanimous vote. Tom Saxon abstained from voting.
CHAPTER FIVE
Tom Saxon
wondered aloud about the wisdom of the new law.
ÒHow
can a people not sleep?Ó he asked his wife. ÒIs it a choice people make—to sleep or not to
sleep...?Ó
But
Alice grew angry.
ÒYou
must do as is required, Tom!Ó she warned her husband. ÒIf you continue to resist the will of our friends, then I
will take the children and I will move in with my parents! I canÕt take your rebellion against the
truth any longer!Ó
Tom Saxon was shocked. What did this all mean? Had his wife turned against him? Must he stand alone, insisting on reason, insisting on clear
thought?
That
night, Tom Saxon slept.
A
group of townspeople gathered at the church, to pray and to help observe the
new law.
Several
men were found sleeping in the back of the grocery store; and they were arrested.
Monica
Durst was turned in by her husband.
He had stayed up all night, waking the children whenever they dozed
off. But his wife had scolded him,
and had gone upstairs to bed.
Willard notified the sheriff, who came to the house and arrested Monica.
For several days, nothing tragic occurred. People grew increasingly irritable with
one another, from lack of sleep.
People walked around as if in trances. If someone nodded off when in a group, another member would
gently waken the guilty party. No
arrests would be made in such a case.
Many
arrests were being made, however.
In three days over twenty people were arrested. They were being held in the town jail,
where the jailer kept them awake, by banging on a tin plate irregularly
throughout the day and night.
Everywhere,
throughout the town, fatigue and lethargy were evident. Productivity was almost
non-existent. Civility was no
longer evident. In the town
square, people lounged beneath trees, or slumped against building in the shade,
speaking very little or not at all, mumbling to themselves about the need to
stay awake.
The new law seemed to be working however. If people didnÕt sleep, didnÕt dream,
then apparently the dragon could not manifest itself in some form of
destruction.
That
notion ended abruptly on the fourth day following the legislation of the law
against sleep.
A
fire broke out in Teddy HammondÕs mill, one of the largest employers in the
town. Three men were caught in the
fire. Several more were injured by
smoke. The town fought the fire
all afternoon, but could not stop it.
The mill was a total loss.
That
evening, Morris Clemens was brought before a meeting of the town council. He had been bound in ropes by his
neighbors. One of them, Lars Newman, had heard Clemens explaining to his wife a
dream he had had the night before, in which the mill was set fire by a dragon
dressed in the clothes of a woodcutter.
Morris Clemens told his dream to the town
council. For breaking the law
against sleep, Clemens was sentenced to two weeks of public humiliation in a
stock in the town square.
A
serious discussion then followed about the meaning of the dream. Who was this woodcutter in ClemensÕ
dream? Of course, who else but Tom
Saxon.
Mayor
Richardson urged caution.
Afterall, Tom Saxon had been the most outspoken critic of the mayorÕs
attempts to neutralize the dragon.
But that did not mean to say that Saxon was in alliance with the
dragon.
But
the mayorÕs reasoning was lost on its audience. Soon word had spread about the dream. A crowd gathered in front of Tom
SaxonÕs house. The crowd began to
chant for Tom Saxon to come out and explain himself.
Tom
Saxon went out to meet the crowd.
Isaac
Thomas, the minister, acted as the spokesman.
ÒTom
Saxon, we need to know where you stand on this issue!Ó Reverend Thomas
cried. ÒEither youÕre with us or
youÕre against us! And if youÕre
against us, then thereÕs no room for you in our town any longer...!Ó
ÒI
am with this town and have always been so!Ó Tom Saxon replied. ÒBecause I counsel reason does not
indicate that I am in unholy alliance with this dragon of your dreams! I have never met this dragon. I donÕt know what the dragon has to do
with our tragedies!Ó
But
that was not enough. The crowd
began to shout: ÒOut! Out! Out of our town!Ó
Several
men broke through the crowd and hurled stones through the windows of Tom
SaxonÕs house.
Spider
Petrozak cried at Tom: ÒIf youÕre not out of here in twenty minutes, weÕll set
your house on fire!Ó
When Tom Saxon went into his house to check on his
wife and children, Alice had already packed a bag and was dressing the children
to leave.
ÒI
canÕt live like this, Tom!Ó She said.
ÒI canÕt take it any more!
IÕm taking the children to my parentsÕ house!Ó
ÒAnd
what am I supposed to do?Ó Tom asked.
ÒI
donÕt know, Tom,Ó Alice replied.
ÒNothing is clear any more!
Nothing is the way it used to be!Ó
Alice was gone, taking one child in each hand and
leaving by the back door.
Tom
sat on the floor and wept. His
entire life, which he treasured so much, his wife and his son and daughter, had
been swept away in a moment of hysteria.
Much as the dragon had prophesied earlier in his wifeÕs dream:
ÒI
will enter your town and steal all your children, for you have denied me! Any man who denies me will be
punished! His wife shall turn
against him!Ó
CHAPTER SIX
Tom Saxon drove his wagon out of town before a
cheering crowd. It was
evening. He drove into the woods,
made camp that night at a nearby campsite, and then drove deeper into the woods
the next day.
He
dreamt that night about his fellow townspeople: how wild and fearful they
seemed, screaming at him as he left town: ÒGo to the dragon, where you
belong!Ó
ÒGood
riddance to bad baggage!Ó
ÒThe
town shall be free, now! The town
shall be free...!Ó
These were men and women he had known for years. He had grown up with these people. Children, friends of his own children,
even followed his wagon out of town, hurling rocks at him as he climbed into
the mountains.
His
sleep was very troubled. He awoke
often, hearing sounds. Once he
awoke to find a wolf sniffing at his wagon, some fifteen feet away.
His
last dream, before waking in the morning: his house had been burned to the
ground by the townsmen. He
returned to find nothing but ashes.
The entire town had been burned.
No one was there any longer.
He sat down on the grass and wept uncontrollably. Then a small girl appeared, an Asian
girl, about five years old. She
had short black hair, and seemed very tiny—but here eyes were bright,
almost laughing.
ÒWhy
are you crying?Ó she asked.
ÒI
have lost everything!Ó Tom Saxon replied.
ÒI have lost my wife, my children, my home, my friends!Ó
ÒWhy
have you lost them?Ó She asked.
ÒBecause
of pride,Ó Tom Saxon replied. ÒI
was too proud to be one of my own society. For some reason I felt that I had to be different.Ó
ÒIs
that really the reason?Ó the small girl asked.
ÒI
felt that I was right!Õ Tom Saxon cried.
ÒI felt that I needed to be right!Ó
ÒWhat
else?Ó The girl asked.
ÒI
did not believe that the dragon was real!Ó Tom Saxon added. ÒI did not want to believe in the
dragon!Ó
Tom Saxon spent his first few days in the woods
building a house. He began with a
very simple lean-to structure, with a slanted roof, which could keep him out of
the rain. Then he began to cut
longer logs which would eventually become a real house.
Each
evening he would ride his horse to the crest of the mountain, look down upon
his town, try to imagine the life of the town.
He
was not sure what to think of it all.
He would spend some time in the mountains, allow for the spell of bad
luck to pass away from the town, then return to find his wife and
children. It seemed like a good
plan. They would be alright.
He
would build his house, day by day.
He would hunt and fish for his food. He would sleep and dream. One day he would awaken from this strange dream, and
everything would be as it was before.
The town celebrated its exorcisim of Tom Saxon for
several days after his departure.
There were no more tragedies.
It was as if the sun had returned.
There
was even some discussion that the law prohibiting sleep could be lifted very
soon, as it seemed to all that the fever had passed, that the diseased limb had
been severed from the body, and now the health of the town was returning.
The
jails were emptied. Sleepers were
forgiven. Many townspeople visited
Alice Saxon at her parentsÕ house, offering condolences and sharing her sorrow. It was not her fault, they knew. Somewhere, something had gone wrong
with Thomas. Maybe it was because
he had spent too much time in the forest.
Everything
seemed better now.
About a week after Tom SaxonÕs exile a fire broke
out in the town hall. No one was injured, but the building
was burned to the ground.
Mary
Walker, the town librarian, confessed to the mayor that she had slept, even
though it was still illegal to sleep—and that the dragon had come to her
in the form of a comet. And the
comet, with its long, fiery tail whipping in the wind, cried down to Mary
Walker: Òit is not enough that you cast out one disbeliever! You are a town of disbelievers! It is not one man I wish to destroy! I shall strike out an entire town of
deniers...!Ó
Then
he had rolled himself into a ball of flame, flung himself into the town,
striking the town hall building and setting it in flames.
Tom Saxon could see the reflection of fire in the
sky. He rode his horse to the
ridge overlooking the town, and saw the town hall burning and heard the church
bell ringing.
He
considered riding down into town to help fight the fire, but he knew that any
appearance by himself would be misunderstood as some form of complicity in the
tragedy. So he sat on a rock,
watching and listening to the tumult down below.
He
wept. His entire life had been
overturned. His uprooting had been
so swift, so dramatic, that this, itself, felt like a dream. He wanted only to pinch himself, so he
could awaken from this nightmare.
Yet, he knew too well that it was not a dream, that his life was not some phantom which would vanish
with the steady approach of dawn.
Tom Saxon watched the fire until almost dawn. Then he rode his horse back to his
camp. He was weary. He was emotionally spent. He crawled into his cot and fell into a
deep sleep.
He
dreamed.
Again,
there was the sweet Asian girl in his dream. She was sitting on a rock, near a fence, in a town. She was holding a plate of food, eating
lunch. There was a black cat
behind her, hoping to share her food.
ÒWhat
is your name?Ó Tom Saxon asked her.
ÒMy
name is Nu-Way,Ó the girl replied.
ÒIt means Ôprecious jadeÕ.Ó
ÒWhat
am i to do, Nu-Way?Ó Tom Saxon asked.
ÒMy house has been burned down!
My family has been lost!Ó
ÒThere
is a dragon, Mr. Tom,Ó Nu-Way replied. ÒYou want to believe that there is no dragon, simply because
you have not seen it. But I have
seen the dragon. It lives in the
hills above the valley. And it is
angry. It must either be defeated
through force or through love.Ó
ÒAnd
how does one defeat the dragon through force?Ó Tom Saxon asked the girl.
ÒYou
would need to make yourself even more horrible than the dragon,Ó Nu-Way
responded. ÒThe danger in this is
that you might lose yourself in doing this. You might make yourself the new dragon, for power often
breeds a horror that is impossible to control.Ó
ÒAnd
how does one defeat the dragon through love?Ó Tom Saxon asked.
ÒThat
i do not know,Ó Nu-Way answered.
ÒI do not know how to love the dragon. Surely, however, denying his existence is not the way to
defeat him. For this only makes
him angry.Ó
Nu-Way
offered to share her lunch with Tom Saxon . He ate a piece of spring-roll and found it especially
delicious. Nu-Way also shared some
rice with her cat.
Then
she looked up at Tom Saxon and said: ÒI must go, Mr. Tom. But I will see you again.Ó
ÒWait,Ó
Tom Saxon replied. ÒBefore you
leave, you must show me where I should go to find the dragon. I live on this mountain. I have looked for the dragon, but I
have not seen him anywhere.Ó
ÒYou
find him in your dreams,Ó Nu-Way responded. ÒYou must confront him in your dreams.Ó
CHAPTER SEVEN
More tragedies came to the town.
Ralph
Malcom was crushed by a wagon that slipped its brake and rolled back over
him. Tanya Williams was bit by a
town dog that went mad in the summer heat. Rollie BenderÕs three-year-old son, Randolph, drowned in the
river after wandering away from the BendersÕ yard.
Alice
Saxon had taken Brett and Leslie to live with her parents. Now, she missed her husband. She regretted that she had turned on
him. Yet his stubborness had
exasperated her. It was clear to
everyone in town that the dragon had cursed her town; her own dreams had shown
it to her clearly. Still, her
husband refused to recognize the danger, and criticized those who understood
the nature of the enemy....
Still,
she missed Tom. Every night she
would cry herself to sleep. Her
children would come up to her and ask: ÒMom, when is dad coming back?Ó
That
would break her heart.
She
would say: ÒHeÕll be back soon.
HeÕll be back any day now.Ó
Still,
she did not know if she would ever see him again. It was as if she were living in a dream now. It was as if she had entered a
nightmare, and did not understand how to escape it.
One afternoon her father, Mortimer Collins, was walking in the park. An old friend, Cecil Clay, hurried up
to the old, white-haired Collins, saying: ÒMidge Henry had a dream last
night. In her dream she saw your
son-in-law, Tom Saxon, dressed in armor, fighting the dragon with a sword.Ó
The
word spread about town.
Of
course, people were careful not to tell anyone in authority that the dreamer
was Midge Henry. The jails were
now full of dreamers. Over seventy
people had been arrested. A new
jail was being built, to house the guilty sleepers. The town administration had become increasingly severe in
passing judgment upon dreamers.
Mayor Richardson now made public speeches about Òthe real enemy withinÓ
as being the ÒtraitorsÓ who succumbed to "dark seduction of dreams".
The
town was now a collection of sleep-walkers. Farmers were too weary to work their fields. Laborers were too weak to do heavy
labor. Even the gravediggers in town
were behind schedule: bodies were stacking up in the morticianÕs barn. A very sickly smell had spread over the
town. It was a smell of
tragedy. A smell of madness.
Tom Saxon spent his last evening overlooking the town
from his ridge on the mountain.
All he loved existed below, in the valley. Yet, he was not welcome there any longer. He was not even sure why. He did understand that he would have to
win back a place in the community however. He understood that it was now his task to free the town from
the blight brought upon it by the dragon.
He
rode his horse that evening deeper into the woods. He climbed toward the highest peak, Clark Mountain. It had been named after the first man
to climb the peak, Oliver Clark, who returned to town exclaiming: ÒYou can see
the entire world from the top of this mountain!Ó
There
was a cave near the top of the mountain.
Tom Saxon had seen the cave on an earlier ride, as he was seeking new
timber grounds.
He
rode to the cave. He would stay
there, sleep until he found the dragon in his dreams, fight him, either defeat
him or be defeated. He would not
surrender to the dragon
however. He would either
free the town from its misery or be destroyed trying to do so.
Tom Saxon collected fire wood and food in the
cave. He had plans to stay as long
as was necessary. The cave was
damp, and deep enough to exclude all light. Tom Saxon built a fire, spread out his bedding, and slept.
What
is it in a dream that makes it so real while making it, at the same time, so
unreal? There are elements of real
life, pieces, picked out by the dream-assembler, placed in whatever order, like
a mosaic, resembling some chaotic order but, in fact, intelligently structured,
and symbolically full of meaning.
Tom
Saxon slept. He dreamt. There was a man with a cane, who had a
very long white beard. The man
reminded Tom Saxon of his father, but the man was not really his father. The man was standing on a
seashore. He was dressed in white,
and the wind was blowing; it was sunny and warm.
ÒYou
have no binoculars!Ó the old man said.
ÒYou have no binoculars; so youÕll never be able to find your way
through here!Ó
The
wind was blowing.
ÒWhy
must i have binoculars?" Tom Saxon asked.
ÒBecause,
here,Ó the old man replied, Òeverything is either this or that, one of two
things, good or bad, living or dead, white or black, day or night: one of two
visions. And each man you meet is
one of two natures: either light or dark.
Learn to trust the one; learn to avoid the next — then you will be
successful here. You must develop the
skill to see things from a distance, friend.Ó
The
old manÕs gold crown was lying in the sand. Tom Saxon bent down to pick it up. When he rose to hand the old man the crown, the man was
gone. He was left holding the
crown.
A
beggar with a beard, dressed in rags, told Tom Saxon he, the beggar, would find
the king to give him back his crown.
Tom Saxon did not give the beggar the crown. The beggar turned back, gave a signal, and three dogs came
racing forward, snarling, showing their teeth.
Tom
Saxon tried to run. The dogs
attacked.
ÒJust
drop the crown!Ó The beggar cried.
Òand iÕll call off the dogs!Ó
Tom
Saxon felt teeth sink into his leg, in several places. He raised the crown, the crown became a
sword, with a golden handle embedded with rubies. The dogs immediately became quiet, laid down beside his
feet. He touched his wounds with the
tip of his sword: the wounds were healed.
Nu-Way
was standing beside a mountain stream.
She was holding a cup of water.
She gave it to Tom Saxon, and said: ÒYou have had such an easy entry
here, Mister Tom. Your birth into
our world has been extremely easy.
A friend has even given you a magic token to aid you in your journey.Ó
Tom
Saxon drank the water, felt refreshed.
ÒWhere
can i find the dragon?Ó he asked Nu-Way.
ÒYou
are not yet ready to meet the dragon,Ó Nu-Way replied. ÒIf you were to meet the dragon now,
you would be destroyed.Ó
ÒWhat
do you mean?Ó Tom Saxon cried. ÒMy
town is being destroyed! I must
find the dragon, now!Ó
ÒYour
town is sleeping quietly!Ó Nu-Way replied. ÒYou have one whole eternity to find the dragon, before your
town awakens.Ó
ÒIn
what direction must I journey?Ó Tom Saxon asked.
Nu-Way
pointed to the east and said: "Further inside yourself."
There was a deserted village. On the edge of the village was a
graveyard. Tom Saxon walked
through the graveyard, reading names on the tombstones. They were all names he knew: they were
the people of his town. A
gravedigger sat on a mound of dirt, at the far end of the cemetery. He pointed toward a group of graves,
saying nothing. Tom Saxon moved
where the gravedigger had pointed.
There was a group of graves: the Saxon family. There were over 200 Saxons buried in the plot, including Tom
Saxon, his father and mother, his wife, Alice, and his two children.
ÒHow
did this happen?Ó Tom Saxon cried.
ÒPlague!Ó
The grave-digger replied. ÒPlague,
nothing more!Ó
Tom
Saxon stumbled off toward the river down in the valley. There were strawberries growing
everywhere. The fields were rich
with produce.
A
woman was seated on a mound of dirt, digging potatos. She was middle-aged, heavy, and wore an earth-colored apron.
ÒWho
are you looking for?Ó the woman asked.
ÒI am the only survivor here.
The plague came and took everyone away.Ó
ÒWhy?Ó
Tom Saxon asked.
ÒThe
town lost its memory,Ó the old woman said. ÒWhen a town loses its memory, then it is visited by
plague. ThatÕs the way it
works. Then, if it survives, it
finds its memory again.Ó
ÒI
donÕt understand you,Ó Tom Saxon said.
ÒThere
is time and there is memory,Ó the old woman responded. ÒWhen time dominates, memory is
lost. When memory dominates, time
is lost. You are now alive in the
world of memory, which is ruled by symbols instead of by time.Ó
ÒWhat
symbol rules here?Ó Tom Saxon asked.
ÒYou
are holding one of the symbols that rules,Ó the old woman replied. ÒYou shouldnÕt have to ask me which
symbol rules.Ó
Tom
Saxon raised the sword in his hand, looking at it. It became a trumpet.
He blew into it. It sounded
throughout the valley, such a beautiful series of notes that the old woman
digging potatos began to weep, smiling weakly.
She
said: ÒYour town needs you!
Nothing is fixed and done here!
Everything is an illusion here!
Even your own grave is not real!Ó
Tom
Saxon looked back up the hill, toward the Saxon grave plot. There was an apple tree heavy with
fruit. There was not a grave to be
seen.
ÒWhich
way is the dragon?Ó Tom Saxon asked the woman.
ÒEach
person must find his own dragon,Ó the woman replied. ÒWhat is your dragon?
Find your own dragon and you will find the dragon which threatens your town.Ó
Tom Saxon awakened from his dream. It was nearly dark in the cave. His fire was almost out. He threw more logs on to the fire. The sparks and light leapt on the cave
walls, like dogs running on a field.
Tom Saxon understood that there was some connection between his fire and
the world of dreams. He did not
know what it was exactly. But he
knew he did not want to let his fire go out.
He
poked the fire with a long stick he kept by his side. The cave was very dark. He closed his eyes, and tried to return to sleep.
CHAPTER SEVEN
In the town, many men and women began to dream about
Tom Saxon. In these dreams, Tom
Saxon appeared armed, in the woods, stalking the dragon, seeking to save the
town.
Word
spread throughout the town. ÒTom
Saxon is trying to save us!Ó
And:
ÒThere is reason to hope!Ó
And:
ÒTom Saxon has a sword with which he is preparing to slay the dragonÓ
ÒHow
do you know this?Ó
ÒWe
have seen it in our dreams!Ó
There
was an underground culture of dreamers now, resisting the edicts of the mayor.
There
was hope, again, in the town.
Tom Saxon fell back into sleep. He was standing on a cliff, overlooking
a canyon. There was a river
running below, wildly. He looked
further down the valley. There was
a town at the end of the valley.
The water below him was raging toward the town. He understood that the town would be
destroyed in the flood. He tried
to cry out to the town, but no sound came from his voice. He tried to cry; he watched the wall of
water strike the stone wall surrounding the town. It crumpled.
The town was swallowed up by the raging river.
The
water receded. And the town was
just as it was before the flood.
Nothing had changed. The
stone wall was intact. It was
noon. The church bell was ringing.
ÒYou must be able to see things from a distance,Ó the
old man had said.
There
was a pair of binoculars near his feet, buried in the dirt. Only the strap of the binoculars was
exposed—but Tom Saxon knew they were binoculars. He fell to his knees, digging with his
hands. He extracted the
binoculars. He felt a sense of
triumph as he picked the dirt away from the lenses, raising the binoculars
above his head in triumph.
Tom
Saxon heard a small voice behind him.
It was Nu-Way.
She
said: ÒLook down into the forest with your binoculars and you will see great
things.Ó
Tom
Saxon did as he was told. He saw
his wife and his two children, living at her parentsÕ house. Everyone was alright. They were eating dinner, talking. He looked through the glasses more
closely at Alice; and she said, to her father: ÒThe whole town is talking about
Tom, father. They think he has
gone to the woods in order to save the town. They say he will fight the dragon. And, by fighting the dragon, they say he will free the town
from the dragonÕs curse!Ó
ÒYes,
i have heard it too!Ó the old man replied. ÒDrivel!
Drivel! Tom has not
disappeared in order to fight for the town! He escaped with his life! The town intended to punish him for his treason!Ó
ÒYes,Ó
Alice replied. ÒBut the dreamers
believe that he is, at this very instant, laboring to save the town and its
inhabitants.Ó
And
then Alice said: ÒI love him so much, father! I want him to come back to me!Ó
Tom Saxon turned to Nu-Way.
ÒWhen
will I be able to return to my home?Ó he asked.
ÒWhen
you have come to understand the dragonÕs true nature," she replied. "And when you have learned to
defeat him, either through deft or through power, or perhaps even through
love.Ó
ÒWhen
will I meet him?Ó Tom Saxon asked.
ÒWhen
you are ready. You could meet him
now, and you would not even recognize him.Ó
ÒThere
is something philosophical in this,Ó Tom Saxon surmised. ÒIsnÕt there?Ó
ÒI
thought you never would guess!Ó Nu-Way said. ÒDo you think that you have not been chosen for this
task? You were selected from an
entire town for this endeavor.Ó
ÒBut
what is the endeavor?Ó Tom Saxon cried.
ÒYou
are assigned to come to know yourself!
Nothing more.Ó
ÒAnd
there is no dragon?Ó
ÒNo,
not really,Ó Nu-Way admitted.
ÒOnly your own mortality.
That is the only dragon.Ó
ÒThen
there is no reason for me to be here,Ó Tom Saxon reasoned. ÒI can go home now!Ó
ÒOnly
if you can find your way home,Ó Nu-Way
responded.
ÒWhat! Of course i can find my way home!Ó Tom
Saxon cried. ÒLook, down
below!Ó He pointed down toward his
family. He had seen them through
the binoculars. But there was only
a forest now—no sign of life.
He looked through the binoculars again. But he saw nothing.
ÒI
must go home, Nu-Way!Ó Tom Saxon implored. ÒI must return to my family!Ó
ÒGo,
then!Ó the girl said. ÒThe whole
secret of life is being able to leave but also being able to return!Ó
CHAPTER EIGHT
All the lights went out and there was only darkness, a
fire flickering on a wall. Tom
Saxon could not tell whether he was sleeping or awake. He tried to pinch himself; but his
hands felt numb. There was a
golden crown at his feet; and a pair of binoculars hung around his neck. He placed the crown on his own
head—and felt a strength rising inside him.
He
left the cave. It was very
dark. The forest was alive with
sounds: owls hooting; the flash of wings: flying things. Nothing looked the same as it had when
he had arrived at the cave.
Everything felt different.
He was not sure if he was awake or asleep.
His
horse was still tethered to the tree where he had left him. He saddled his horse, Midnight. The only light was from the moon. Tom Saxon and Midnight traveled through
the woods, step by step, very slowly, along the path: going home.
He
wished to rush home, to be with his family again. But as he passed into the thick woods the light became
dimmer and dimmer. His horse did
not want to proceed. But Tom Saxon
edged him forward in the darkness toward their home.
Tom
Saxon began the feel emotion welling in his chest. He felt like crying.
He loved his family so much; he loved his town; he loved all the people
in his town, even those who had slighted him and accused him.
There
was no reason to hold a grudge, he told himself. Forgive them.
They did not realize what they were doing. They were motivated by fear. And how does one avoid being motivated by fear? Clearly, it was not easy.
He
heard a sound, a roar, coming out of the darkness. The sound was huge, terrifying, coming from directly before him in the night. The sound carried with it wind, a cold
wind, rustling the leaves and the pine boughs as it rushed by.
Philosophy had not seemed so important to Tom Saxon. But now, with something dangerous lurking on the path before
him, Tom Saxon began to understand how important philosophy really was. For when danger was near,
philosophy—the powerful idea—the presence of one's God -- was the
very thing which kept one from being motivated by fear.
Yes,
that was it! Philosophy, oneÕs closeness
to his God, oneÕs understanding of mortality and oneÕs understanding of
immortality, gave one strength in the face of danger.
He could hear again a rustling in the woods up ahead,
as though a giant were crashing through the timber. Again he heard the roar: louder than thunder, sending chills
over his skin, into his soul.
The
cold wind followed, blasting and shaking space.
He
stopped his horse and looked
through his binoculars up the darkened path toward the threatening
sounds. The field-glasses
illuminated the night. The dragon
was up the road, waiting for him.
The dragon had uprooted trees, and held them in both hands. He raised them into the sky. And hurled them up the trail toward Tom
Saxon.
The
timber fell from the sky, crashing all around Tom Saxon and his horse. But both were unhurt. Tom Saxon felt that the crown was
protecting him , giving him some mysterious strength.
ÒWe
must go forward!Ó Tom told his horse.
Together,
Tom Saxon and his horse, Midnight , galloped through the darkness toward the
dragon. Tom Saxon took the crown from his head, pointed
it up the trail. It became a
sword. Then the sword burst into
flame, illuminating the trail.
The
horse rode hard into the darkness.
Both Midnight and Tom Saxon seemed to understand that their home awaited
them on the other side of this ride.
They
raced into a clearing. The dragon
was waiting, rising up ahead on the trail.
ÒWho
goes there!Ó the dragon called.
ÒIt
is I, Tom Saxon!Ó Tom Saxon replied, reining in Midnight.
ÒWhy
are you here?Ó the dragon asked, extending himself on his back legs. He was over fifteen feet tall. Fire was coming from his mouth in small
breaths.
Òi
am here to defeat you! To drive
you from my village and to free my townspeople from your yoke!Ó Tom Saxon
cried.
ÒYou
cannot defeat me!Ó the dragon replied.
ÒI am legion! I have no
form! I am eternal! I cannot be tamed!Ó
Tom
Saxon rode directly at the dragon.
His crown, which had become a sword, which had become a sword of fire,
now became a lance.
As
he rode at the dragon, the dragon reached down with his massive forepaw and
swiped at the man and his horse.
Just before the impact, Tom Saxon hurled the lance at the dragonÕs
heart. There was some kind of
explosion. He felt himself flying
through the air. He landed in a
swamp, sliding through mud on his back.
Midnight had been struck to the ground. There was a horrid scream, extreme heat, a flame in the
sky—then there was nothing.
CHAPTER NINE
Tom Saxon awoke from his dream. The cave smelled musty. The fire had burned out.
Tom
Saxon rose from his bed of dust.
He collected his bedding.
He emerged from the cave.
He was alone. His wagon was
still there, where he had parked—but his horse was gone.
It
would be a long walk home—but that was his destiny, to return home, to be
with his family. So he left his
belongings in the woods, and began the long walk back to town.
Many townspeople had dreamt that night of Tom SaxonÕs
battle with the dragon. There was
jubilation in the village. Word
spread throughout the town, although with care, since it was still a crime to
sleep and dream. It had even
become a crime to mention Tom Saxon's name.
It was a sunny cloudless day.
Mildred
Paige hurried to the CollinsÕ house to notify Tom SaxonÕs wife and her family
of the good news.
ÒThe
dragon has been slain!Ó she reported.
ÒTom was not injured. Ralph
Benton actually saw him walking home through the woods in his dream.Ó
The
townspeople assembled an honor guard of men to ride into the woods looking for
Tom Saxon.
When
the mayor heard of this, he sent his police to arrest the men. But when the police saw the celebration
of their fellow townspeople they forgot their orders. Several even joined the honor guard as it rode up the
mountain in search of Tom Saxon.
Tom Saxon no longer knew what was real. The forest seemed eternally
peaceful. Had it all been a
dream? He felt no wound on his
body. He did not understand what
he had done.
As
he walked he still clung to the old crown he had found in the woods. He had been given it by
someone—now, he forgot who had given it to him. An old pair of binoculars still hung around his neck. He was not sure of their purpose. Still, they felt good to him, as if
they were somehow a charm, or, if not a charm, at least a memory of something
charming, some power which had helped him rise above his fears.
He came to a clearing in the woods. He noticed that whole trees had been
uprooted and lay strewn about the hillside.
A
fear rose in his breast. He knew
that something dreadful had occurred here, something powerful, something
true. As he passed into the
clearing he met a small asian girl walking on the path. She stopped, looked up at him:
ÒHello,
Thomas,Ó she said.
ÒNu-Way,
is it you?Ó Tom Saxon replied.
ÒYes,
it is I. I see you chose to fight
your fears rather than to befriend them.
That is all well and fine.
Although now you must make amends for your actions.Ó
ÒWhat
do you mean?Ó Tom Saxon said.
ÒSee
the man there,Ó Nu-Way said, pointing in the distance, beside the trail. There was a body lying beside the
road.
ÒNow you must seek to make amends for your
actions.Ó
Tom Saxon hurried to the injured man. He was an old man. He had a deep wound in his chest. It looked very much like Tom SaxonÕs
long-dead father.
Tom
Saxon tried to wake him.
The
old man was dead. It was Tom's
father. TomÕs father was dead.
Tom
looked back toward Nu-Way. He saw
his fallen horse back in the woods, lying beneath a huge fir tree.
ÒWhat
shall i do?Ó Tom cried to Nu-Way.
ÒWhat
did you intend to achieve by slaying the dragon?Ó
ÒI
intended to free my village from oppression,Ó Tom Saxon cried.
ÒAnd
to free yourself from suspicion,Ó Nu-Way added.
ÒYes. All of those things.Ó
ÒWhy
had the dragon so much power over your village?Ó Nu-Way asked.
ÒHe
said it was because we had forgotten him.Ó
ÒYou
did not pay homage to him.Ó
ÒWe
did not honor our parents. Is that
what this is all about?Ó Tom Saxon cried.
ÒThat we did not honor the deeds of our parents?Ó
ÒYou
had forgotten what your parents had given you,Ó Nu-Way answered. ÒYou had forgotten your personal
histories, your roots in the earth.
You took for granted what one should never take for granted--life
itself; and life's bounty. And so
the dragon rose up to smite his own children.Ó
ÒThe
dragon was a tyrant!Ó Tom Saxon cried.
ÒYes,Ó
Nu-Way replied. ÒAlthough not
always. Once he was grand and
forward-looking too. He became
old. And when he was no longer
respected, he became angry.Ó
Tom
Saxon was silent.
ÒWhat
do you want, Tom Saxon?Ó Nu-Way asked.
ÒI
would like to heal my father,Ó Tom Saxon replied. ÒI would like to tell him that i respect him and love him.Ó
ÒYou
have the power to do that,Ó Nu-Way responded.
ÒYet,
what if i heal my father, and then he again becomes a dragon, again to
persecute my town?Ó
ÒI
have told you why he chose to persecute your town,Ó Nu-Way replied. ÒThat knowledge is the primary power i
have given you. All the rest is
just the torch of the magician.Ó
Nu-Way
turned and disappeared into the woods.
Tom Saxon looked down at his fatherÕs corpse. He took the crown he had been
clutching, and he pointed it at his fatherÕs corpse. The crown became a sort of wand, metallic, filled with
light. It extended down to the
corpse, in a ray of red hot light.
Tom Saxon ran the wand over his fatherÕs chest, sealing up the gaping
wound.
Tom
Saxon held the wand against his fatherÕs cheek. Color began to fill his cold white face. His features began to thicken. The man opened his eyes.
ÒWhy
have you chosen to heal me, you who have hilled me?Ó He asked.
ÒBecause
it is with love that i might disarm you, even as it is with might that i
sometimes must oppose you,Ó Tom Saxon replied.
ÒHave
you learned something from this, Thomas?Ó Harald Saxon asked, standing before
his son.
ÒI
have learned much, father. I have
learned that we must not lose our memory, even as we must also not lose our
ability to dream,Ó Tom Saxon replied.
ÒThat
is a great deal, Thomas,Ó his father replied. ÒIt is good that your were chosen for this trial. It is a sign from the gods that you
have been chosen to be a leader of your people.Ó
ÒI
am sorry, father, that i didnÕt honor you as you deserved.Ó
Harald
Saxon put his arm around his son.
ÒEach son outgrows his fatherÕs knowledge. He rebels against his fatherÕs understanding. Then he returns to it. It is the way of things. Even as it is true that each father
moves from being the father of wisdom to the father of tyranny. Then, if forgiven, and if he can forgive
himself for his own imperfection, he again becomes the father of wisdom.Ó
ÒThen
you have forgiven me, father?Ó Tom Saxon asked.
ÒI
have forgiven you, Thomas,Ó Harald Saxon replied. ÒHave you forgiven me?Ó
ÒFor
what, father?Ó Thomas asked.
ÒFor
my tyranny.Ó
ÒYes,
i have,Ó Tom Saxon replied.
ÒGood,Ó
Harald Saxon said. ÒThen you
should heal your horse, as you have healed me, and return to your family before
the evening falls. They are no
doubt quite concerned about you.Ó
Tom Saxon approached the fallen horse, midnight. He raised his wand above his stilled
companion. He touched the horse
about the neck and head, slowly bringing him out of his distance. Soon, midnight began to breathe, and
rose from the earth with a serious thrashing. He was fine.
Tom
Saxon turned back to his father.
Harald Saxon was gone. The
trees were no longer broken and scattered over the hillside. It was as if the battle had not
occurred at all.
Thomas
mounted midnight and, together, they rode back toward the town. They were greeted by the honor guard
which met them at the edge of the tree line. They rode as a group down the mountain and into the village.
Everyone
in the village understood that the crisis had passed. Villagers surrounded the jails and demanded that the
dream-prisoners be released. The
prisoners were released.
The
townspeople then marched to Tom SaxonÕs house. It had been abandoned for an indeterminate time now. They set about cleaning the yard,
fixing the roof, polishing the stone and the windows.
Alice
Saxon arrived with her family.
Neighbors brought food, set out a large table in the front yard. Beer kegs were opened. Kites were brought out. The crowd waited anxiously for the
return of Tom Saxon.
When Tom Saxon arrived back in town, the villagers
cheered and threw flowers in his path.
He related the story of his adventure, including the message he had
received from the dragon, the injunction never to forget the past, but to live
in the present, with the past as oneÕs foundation, and the future as oneÕs
aspiration.
There
was a great celebration which carried on into the night. Never had the townspeople fully
realized the extent of their good fortune. Nearly losing it had made them appreciate their destiny all
the more.
Tom
Saxon was the guest throughout the hours of celebration. Then, when the party finally began to
die out, Thomas entered his home with his family. A sense of order had returned to his life. He kissed his wife and children. He took his children and tucked them into
their beds. Then he and Alice went
to their bed.
Tom
Saxon slipped the crown and the binoculars under his bed. He may need them again some day. If nothing more, he would treasure them
as memories of the greatest trial of his existence.
Tom
Saxon embraced his wife. They sank
together into a deep sleep. And it
was done.
When Tom Saxon awoke in the morning, he could not
believe that he had slept so long.
He went out into the yard: his wife was working in her flower garden;
their children were playing in the shade of the large cottonwood trees. It was late afternoon.
Something
was odd.
ÒWe
wondered if you were ever going to awaken,Ó Alice Saxon said. Òyou slept about sixteen hours.Ó
ÒReally,Ó
Tom Saxon replied. Òi must have
been terribly fatigued by my journey.Ó
ÒWhat
journey?Ó Alice asked, laughing lightly.
ÒMy
journey into the mountains,Ó Thomas replied.
ÒWhen?Ó
Alice asked.
ÒYesterday. I returned from the mountains
yesterday,Ó Thomas answered.
ÒYou
didnÕt go in to the mountains yesterday,Ó Alice informed Thomas. Òwhat are you talking about, dear?Ó
Tom Saxon looked about the town. Their house sat on a hill, and much of
the town center lay beneath them.
There had been no damage to the buildings; and the lowlands had not been
flooded. There were no walls
surrounding the town. And the
crops in the lowlands were ripe and nearing harvest time.
There
had been no dragon--was that what he was supposed to believe!
There
had been no curse. There had been
no asian child. There had been no
magic crown or binoculars...!
Tom
Saxon ran into his house, into the bedroom, searching beneath his bed for his
memories: the old crown and the pair of binoculars. But they were gone.
ÒDid
you have a bad dream?Ó alice called from the backyard—her voice came
through the window like honey.
Yes,
he had had a bad dream. And not a
bad dream either. But a profound
dream. A dream that changes oneÕs
life for ever, a dream of which others can be only vaguely aware.
In november, before the election, a committee of
townspeople approached Tom Saxon about running for mayor, in opposition to
Henry Richardson.
Tom
Saxon was quite surprised.
Earle
Gray assured Thomas that he had substantial support among the populace, that
his reputation was solid, and that he would win the office in a landslide.
Tom
Saxon said yes, he would run.
In
the election, Tom Saxon was elected the new mayor by a vote of 88 to 23.
There was a party to celebrate the victory. Much of the town was present. There was a great deal of hand-shaking
and good will.
Many
of Tom SaxonÕs friends were present .
Also present was a small Asian girl who seemed very familiar to Tom
Saxon. She was standing with her
mother. Finally, Tom Saxon excused
himself from a group of his supporters, and approached the young girl and her
mother.
ÒHello,Ó
he said, shaking the motherÕs hand; then he turned to the small girl. Òi canÕt help but feel that i know you
from somewhere,Ó he said.
ÒYes,
we have met before,Ó the young girl replied. ÒBut it was a long time ago. The crown represents your past, the legacy of your heritage,
for ever traceable even back into the heavens. The binoculars, on the other hand, represent the future,
your personal vision, your destiny.
I gave you these when i met you in a dream. Once i have given them to you they can never be taken away
again.Ó
The
mother smiled and bowed. The child
smiled and then laughed. She was
more than a child—but she was still a child. They left the town hall together—mother and
child—stepping into the night.
Tom
Saxon wanted to stop them, to talk with them longer. But he had some understanding that if he ever needed to see
Nu-Way again, then she would know it, and she would appear to him again.
The end.