young man too, and they'll never discover what she has found, here on Monte Verita. In the valley there would have been feasting and celebration, and then dancing at the wedding, and afterwards the turmoil of a brief romance turning to humdrum married life, the cares of her house, the cares of children, anxiety, fret, illness, trouble, the day by day routine of growing old. Now she is spared all that. Here, nothing once felt is lost. Love and beauty don't die or fade away. Living's hard, because Nature's hard, and Nature has no mercy; but it was this she wanted in the valley, it was for this she came. She will know everything here that she never knew before and would not have discovered, below there in the world. Passion and joy and laughter, the heat of the sun, the tug of the moon, love without emotion, sleep with no waking dream. And that's why they hate it, in the valley, that's why they're afraid of Monte Verita. Because here on the summit is something they don't possess and never will, so they are angry and envious and unhappy.'
Then Anna turned, and the girl who had thrown her sex away with her past life and her village clothes followed barefoot, bare armed, cropped-haired like the others; and she was radiant, smiling, and I knew that nothing would ever matter to her again.
They descended to the court, leaving me alone on the summit, and I felt like an outcast before the gates of heaven. My brief moment had come and gone. They belonged here, and I did not. I was a stranger from the world below.
I put on my clothes again, restored to a sanity I did not want, and remembering Victor and my mission I too went down the steps to the court, and looking upwards I saw that Anna was waiting for me in the tower above.
The others flattened themselves against the wall to let me pass, and I saw that Anna alone amongst them wore the long white robe and the cowl. The tower was lofty, open to the sky, and characteristically, with that same gesture I remembered when she used to sit on the low stool before the fire in the great hall, Anna sat down now, on the topmost step of the tower, one knee raised and elbow on that knee. Today was yesterday, today was sixa €”and-twenty years ago, and we were alone once more in the manor house in Shropshire; and the peace she had brought to me then she brought me now. I wanted to kneel beside her and take her hand. Instead I went and stood beside the wall, my arms folded.
'So you found it at last,' she said. 'It took a little time.'
The voice was soft and still and quite unchanged.
'Did you bring me here?' I asked. 'Did you call me when the aircraft crashed?'
She laughed, and I had never been away from her. Time stood still on Monte Verita.
'I wanted you to come long before that,' she said, 'but you shut your mind away from me. It was like clamping down a receiver. It always took two to make a telephone call. Does it still?'
'It does,' I answered, 'and our more modern inventions need valves for contact. Not the mind, though.'
'Your mind has been a box for so many years,' she said. 'It was a pity — we could have shared so much. Victor had to tell me his thoughts in letters, which wouldn't have been necessary with you.'
It was then, I think, that the first hope came to me. I must feel my way towards it, though, with care.
'You've read his letter,' I asked, 'and mine as well? You know that he's dying?'
'Yes,' she said, 'he's been ill for many weeks. That's why I wanted you to be here at this time, so that you could be with him when he died. And it will be all right for him, now, when you go back to him and tell him that you've spoken to me. He'll be happy then.'
'Why not come yourself?'
'Better this way,' she said. 'Then he can keep his dream.'
His dream? What did she mean? They were not, then, all-powerful here on Monte Verita? She understood the danger in which they stood.
'Anna,' I said, 'I'll do what you want me to do. I'll return to Victor and be with him at the last. But time is very short. More important still is the fact that you and the others here are in great danger. Tomorrow, tonight even, the people from the valley are going to climb here to Monte Verita, and they'll break into this place and kill you. It's imperative that you get away before they come. If you have no means of saving yourselves, then you must allow me to do something to help you. We are not so far from civilisation as to make that impossible. I can get down to the valley, find a telephone, get through to the police, to the army, to some authority in charge…'
My words trailed off, because although my plans were not clear in my own mind I wanted her to have confidence in me, to feel that she could trust me.
'The point is,' I told her, 'that life is going to be impossible for you here, from now on. If I can prevent the attack this time, which is doubtful, it will happen next week, next month. Your days of security are numbered. You've lived here shut away so long that you don't understand the state of the world as it is now. Even this country here is torn in two with suspicion, and the people in the valley aren't superstitious peasants any longer; they're armed with modern weapons, and they've got murder in their hearts. You won't stand a chance, you and the rest, here on Monte Verita.'
She did not answer. She sat there on the step, listening, a remote and silent figure in her white robe and cowl.
'Anna,' I said, 'Victor's dying. He may be already dead. When you leave here he can't help you, but I can. I've loved you always. No need to tell you that, you must have guessed it. You destroyed two men, you know, when you came to live on Monte Verita six-and-twenty years ago. But that doesn't matter any more. I've found you again. And there are still places far away, inaccessible to civilisation, where we could live, you and I — and the others with you here, if they wished to come with us. I have money enough to arrange all that; you won't have to worry about anything.'
I saw myself discussing practicalities with consuls, embassies, going into the question of passports, papers, clothing. I saw too, in my mind's eye, the map of the world. I ranged in thought from a ridge of mountains in South America to the Himalayas, from the Himalayas to Africa. Or the northern wastes of Canada were still vast and unexplored, and stretches of Greenland. And there were islands, innumerable, countless islands, where no man ever trod, visited only by sea-birds, washed by the lonely sea. Mountain or island, scrubby wilderness or desert, impenetrable forest or Arctic waste, I did not care which she chose; but I had been without sight of her for so long, and now all I wanted was to be with her always.
This was now possible, because Victor, who would have claimed her, was going to die. I was blunt. I was truthful. I told her this as well. And then I waited, to hear what she would say.
She laughed, that warm, much loved and well-remembered laugh, and I wanted to go to her and put my arms round her, because the laugh held so much life in it, and so much joy and promise.
'Well?' I said.
Then she got up from the step and came and stood beside me, very still.
'There was once a man,' she said, 'who went to the booking office at Waterloo and said to the clerk eagerly, hopefully, 'I want a ticket to Paradise. A single ticket. No return.' And when the clerk told him there was no such place the man picked up the ink-well and threw it in the clerk's face. The police were summoned, and took the man away and put him in prison. Isn't that what you're asking of me now, a ticket to Paradise? This is the mountain of truth, which is very different.'
I felt hurt, irritated even. She hadn't taken a word of my plans seriously and was making fun of me.
'What do you propose, then?' I asked. 'To wait here, behind these walls, for the people to come and break them down?'
'Don't worry about us,' she said. 'We know what we shall do.'
She spoke with indifference, as if the matter was of no importance, and in agony I saw the future, that I had begun to plan for us both, slip away from me.
'Then you do possess some secret?' I asked, almost in accusation. 'You can work some miracle, and save yourself and the others too? What about me? Can't you take me with you?'
'You wouldn't want to come,' she said. She put her hand on my arm. 'It takes time, you know, to build a Monte Verita. It isn't just doing without clothes and worshipping the sun.'
'I realise that,' I told her. 'I'm prepared to begin all over again, to learn new values, to start from the beginning. I know that nothing I've done in the world is any use. Talent, hard work, success, all those things are meaningless. But if I could be with you…'
'How? With me?' she said.
And I did not know what to answer, because it would be too sudden and too direct, but I knew in my heart
