Even as he spoke the current gained strength, sweeping me swiftly away from that place and down the middle of the strait corridor between the two rocks. I did nothing but stand upon the surface of its flow as it carried me rapidly along. At the end of the channel, in the narrow gap between the dripping black walls where the rocks fell abruptly away on each side and the water spilled out into the open sea, I could see the horizon. It was a very small piece of the horizon, but bright with clear colors and more than adequate to provide me with a powerful hint of the glory soon to be revealed.
Though profoundly thankful and filled with the joy of anticipation, I could not help turning to the small gray bird, who sat perched on my shoulder, and asking, “Why did you leave me? And at such a terrible moment?”
“I never did,” he replied.
“How was I to know that? I couldn’t see you! When I followed the book’s instructions and looked up, you weren’t there. What was I supposed to think?”
“Wasn’t the course clear to you?” he answered softly. “Where else could you have gone?”
“But such a course!” I exclaimed. “With monsters and blood-sucking predators on either hand! It was like a death-trap! Why did you lead me this way?”
“Have you or have you not be delivered?” he responded.
I, of course, had nothing to say in return.