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154 pages, Paperback
First published September 1, 1961
Pausing at the entrance, he let the tension drain out of him like a waning fever. Here was a setting so familiar that he could move confidently about without even using clickstones.
But there was no valid relief, no gentle feeling of homecoming, no elation. The stifling, unnerving curtain of Darkness was pierced only by a barren silence that gave the place an air of incongruity, a tinge of almost hostile strangeness.
...and some remote recess of his mind dredged up memories of childhood teachings:
What is Light?
Light is a Spirit.
Where is Light?
If it weren't for the evil in man, Light would be everywhere.
Can we feel or hear Light?
No, but in the hereafter we shall all see Him.
Rubbish! Anyway, no one could explain the word see. What did you do to the Almighty when you seed Him?
[...]
He was feeling an object dangling from the upthrust end - something round and brittle that hurled back distinct, ringing tones.
"It's a Bulb!" Owen exclaimed. "Just like the Guardian's relic of Light Almighty!"
Jared's memory resurrected more of the beliefs:
So compassionate was the Almighty (it was the Guardian of the Way's voice that came back now) that when He banished man from Paradise, He sent parts of Himself to be with us for a while. And He dwelled in many little vessels like this Holy Bulb.