“There isn’t any question of blame,” Mr. Murry cut in severely. “Can you move yet?”
All Meg’s faults were uppermost in her now, and they were no longer helping her. “No! And you’d better take me back to Camazotz and Charles Wallace quickly. You’re supposed to be able to help!” Disappointment was as dark and corrosive in her as the Black Thing. The ugly words tumbled from her cold lips even as she herself could not believe that it was to her father, her beloved, longed-for father, that she was talking to in this way. If her tears had not still been frozen they would have gushed from her eyes.
She had found her father and he had not made everything all right. Everything kept getting worse and worse. If the long search for her father was ended, and he wasn’t able to overcome all their difficulties, there was nothing to guarantee that it would all come out right in the end. There was nothing left to hope for. She was frozen, and Charles Wallace was being devoured by IT, and her omnipotent father was doing nothing. She teetered on the see-saw of love and hate, and the Black Thing pushed her down into hate. “You don’t even know where we are!” she cried out at her father. “Well never see Mother or the twins again! We don’t know where earth is! Or even where Camazotz is! We’re lost out in space! What are you going to do!” She did not realize that she was as much in the power of the Black Thing as Charles Wallace.
Mr. Murry bent over her, massaging her cold fingers. She could not see his face. “My daughter, I am not a Mrs. Whatsit, a Mrs. Who, or a Mrs. Which. Yes, Calvin has told me everything he could. I am a human being, and a very fallible one. But I agree with Calvin. We were sent here for something. And we know that all things work together for good to them that love Cod, to them who are the called according to his purpose.”
“The Black Thing!” Meg cried out at him. “Why did you let it almost get me?”
“You’ve never tessered as well as the rest of us,” Calvin reminded her. “It never bothered Charles and me as much as it did you.”
“He shouldn’t have taken me, then,” Meg said, “until he learned to do it better.”
Neither her father nor Calvin spoke. Her father continued his gentle massage. Her fingers came back to life with tingling pain. “You’re hurting me!”
“Then you’re feeling again,” her father said quietly. “I’m afraid it is going to hurt, Meg.”
The piercing pain moved slowly up her arms, began in her toes and legs. She started to cry out against her father when Calvin exclaimed, “Look!”
Coming toward them, moving in silence across the brown grass, were three figures.
What were they?
On Uriel there had been the magnificent creatures. On Camazotz the inhabitants had at least resembled people. What were these three strange tilings approaching?
They were the same dull gray color as the flowers. If they hadn’t walked upright they would have seemed like animals. They moved directly toward the three human beings. They had four arms and far more than five fingers to each hand, and the fingers were not fingers, but long waving tentacles. They had heads, and they had faces. But where the faces of the creatures on Uriel had seemed far more than human faces, these seemed far less. Where the features would normally be there were several indentations, and in place of ears and hair were more tentacles. They were tall, Meg realized as they came closer, far taller than any man. They had no eyes. Just soft indentations.
Meg’s rigid, frozen body tried to shudder with terror. but instead of the shudder all that came was pain. She moaned.
The Things stood over them. They appeared to be looking down at them, except that they had no eyes with which to see. Mr. Murry continued to kneel by Meg, massaging her.
He’s killed us, bringing us here, Meg thought. I’ll never see Charles Wallace again, or Mother, or the twins….
Calvin rose to his feet. He bowed to the beasts as though they could see him. He said, “How do you do, sir-ma’am -?”
“Who are you?” the tallest of the beasts said. His voice was neither hostile nor welcoming, and it came not from the mouthlike indentation in the furry face, but from the waving tentacles.
-They’ll eat us, Meg thought wildly. -They’re making me hurt. My toes-my fingers-I hurt.. ..
Calvin answered the beast’s question. “We’re-we’re from earth. I’m not sure how we got here. We’ve had an accident. Meg-this girl-is-is paralyzed. She can’t move. She’s terribly cold. We think that’s why she can’t move.”
One of them came up to Meg and squatted down on its huge haunches beside her, and she felt utter loathing and revulsion as it reached out a tentacle to touch her face.
But with the tentacle came the same delicate fragrance that moved across her with the breeze, and she felt a soft, tingling warmth go all through her that momentarily assuaged her pain. She felt suddenly sleepy.
I must look as strange to it as it looks to me, she thought drowsily, and then realized with a shock that of course the beast couldn’t see her at all. Nevertheless a reassuring sense of safety flowed through her with the warmth which continued to seep deep into her as the beast touched her. Then it picked her up, cradling her in two of its four arms.
Mr. Murry stood up quickly. “What are you doing?”
“Taking the child.”
Chapter 11 — Aunt Beast
“No!” Mr. Murry said sharply. “Please put her down.”
A sense of amusement seemed to emanate from the beasts. The tallest, who seemed to be the spokesman, said, “We frighten you?”
“What are you going to do with us?” Mr. Murry asked.
The beast said, “I’m sorry, we communicate better with the other one.” He turned toward Calvin. “Who are you?”
“I’m Calvin O’Keefe.”
“What’s that?”
“I’m a boy. A-a young man.”
“You, too, are afraid?”
“I’m-not sure.”
“Tell me,” the beast said. “What do you suppose you’d do if three of us suddenly arrived on your home planet.”
“Shoot you, I guess,” Calvin admitted.
“Then isn’t that what we should do with you?”
Calvin’s freckles seemed to deepen, but he answered quietly. “I’d really rather you didn’t. I mean, the earth’s my home, and I’d rather be there than anywhere in the world-I mean, the universe-and I can’t wait to get back, but we make some awful bloopers there.”
The smallest beast, the one holding Meg, said, “And perhaps they aren’t used to visitors from other planets.”
“Used to it!” Calvin exclaimed. “We’ve never had any, as far as I know.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
The middle beast, a tremor of trepidation in his words, said, “You aren’t from a dark planet, are you?”
“‘No.” Calvin shook his head firmly, though the beast couldn’t see him. “We’re-we’re shadowed. But we’re fighting die shadow.”
The beast holding Meg questioned, “You three are fighting?”
“Yes,” Calvin answered. “Now that we know about it.”
The tall one turned back to Mr. Murry, speaking sternly. “You- The oldest. Man. From where have you come? Now.”
Mr. Murry answered steadily. “From a planet called Camazotz.” There was a mutter from the three beasts. “We do not belong there,” Mr. Murry said, slowly and distinctly. “We were strangers there as we are here. I was a prisoner there, and these children rescued me. My youngest son, my baby, is still there, trapped in the dark mind of IT.”
Meg tried to twist around in the beast’s arms to glare at her father and Calvin. Why were they being so frank? Weren’t they aware of the danger? But again her anger dissolved as the gentle warmth from the tentacles flowed through her. She realized that she could move her fingers and toes with comparative freedom, and the pain was no longer so acute.
“We must take this child back with us,” the beast holding her said.
Meg shouted at her father. “Don*! leave me the way you left Charles!” With this burst of terror a spasm of pain wracked her body and she gasped.
“Stop fighting,” the beast told her. “You make it worse. Relax.”
“That’s what IT said.” Meg cried. “Father! Calvin! Help!”
The beast turned toward Calvin and Mr. Murry. “This child is in danger. You must trust us.”
“We have no alternative,” Mr. Murry said. “Can you save her?”
“I think so.”
“May I stay with her?”
“No. But you will not be far away. We feel that you are hungry, tired, that you would like to bathe and rest. And this little-what is the word?” the beast cocked its tentacles at Calvin.
“Girl,” Calvin said.
“This little girl needs prompt and special care. The coldness of the-what is it you call it?”