a lot, coming from you, Father Stone.’
‘I’m sorry now, in a way, we’re going down to the town to handle our own kind. Those blue lights now. When they settled about us, and that voice …’ Father Stone shivered.
Father Peregrine reached out to take the other’s arm. They walked together.
‘And you know,’ said Father Stone finally, fixing his eyes on Brother Mathias, who strode ahead with the glass sphere tenderly carried in his arms, that glass sphere with the blue phosphorous light glowing forever inside it, ‘you know, Father Peregrine, that globe there—’
‘Yes?’
‘It’s Him. It is Him, after all.’
Father Peregrine smiled, and they walked down out of the hills toward the new town.
‘What would you do if you knew that this was the last night of the world?’
‘What would I do? You mean seriously?’
‘Yes, seriously.’
‘I don’t know. I hadn’t thought.’
He poured some coffee. In the background the two girls were playing blocks on the parlor rug in the light of the green hurricane lamps. There was an easy, clean aroma of the brewed coffee in the evening air.
‘Well, better start thinking about it,’ he said.
‘You don’t mean it!’
He nodded.
‘A war?’
He shook his head.
‘Not the hydrogen or atom bomb?’
‘No.’
‘Or germ warfare?’
‘None of those at all,’ he said, stirring his coffee slowly. ‘But just, let’s say, the closing of a book.’
‘I don’t think I understand.’
‘No, nor do I, really; it’s just a feeling. Sometimes it frightens me, sometimes I’m not frightened at all but at peace.’ He glanced in at the girls and their yellow hair shining in the lamplight. ‘I didn’t say anything to you. It first happened about four nights ago.’
‘What?’
‘A dream I had. I dreamed that it was all going to be over, and a voice said it was; not any kind of voice I can remember, but a voice anyway, and it said things would stop here on Earth. I didn’t think too much about it the next day, but then I went to the office and caught Stan Willis looking out the window in the middle of the afternoon, and I said, A penny for your thoughts, Stan, and he said, I had a dream last night, and before he even told me the dream I knew what it was. I could have told him, but he told me and I listened to him.’
‘It was the same dream?’
‘The same. I told Stan I had dreamed it too. He didn’t seem surprised. He relaxed, in fact. Then we started walking through the office, for the hell of it. It wasn’t planned. We didn’t say, Let’s walk around. We just walked on our own, and everywhere we saw people looking at their desks or their hands or out windows. I talked to a few. So did Stan.’
‘And they all had dreamed?’
‘All of them. The same dream, with no difference.’
‘Do you believe in it?’
‘Yes. I’ve never been more certain.’
‘And when will it stop? The world, I mean.’
‘Sometime during the night for us, and then as the night goes on around the world, that’ll go too. It’ll take twenty-four hours for it all to go.’
They sat awhile not touching their coffee. Then they lifted it slowly and drank, looking at each other.
‘Do we deserve this?’ she said.
‘It’s not a matter of deserving; it’s just that things didn’t work out. I notice you didn’t even argue about this. Why not?’
‘I guess I’ve a reason,’ she said.
‘The same one everyone at the office had?’
She nodded slowly. ‘I didn’t want to say anything. It happened last night. And the women on the block talked about it, among themselves, today. They dreamed. I thought it was only a coincidence.’ She picked up the evening paper. ‘There’s nothing in the paper about it.’
‘Everyone knows, so there’s no need.’
He sat back in his chair, watching her. ‘Are you afraid?’
‘No. I always thought I would be, but I’m not.’
‘Where’s that spirit called self-preservation they talk so much about?’
‘I don’t know. You don’t get too excited when you feel things are logical. This is logical. Nothing else but this could have happened from the way we’ve lived.’
‘We haven’t been too bad, have we?’
‘No, nor enormously good. I suppose that’s the trouble – we haven’t been very much of anything except us, while a big part of the world was busy being lots of quite awful things.’
The girls were laughing in the parlor.
‘I always thought people would be screaming in the streets at a time like this.’
‘I guess not. You don’t scream about the real thing.’
‘Do you know, I won’t miss anything but you and the girls. I never liked cities or my work or anything except you three. I won’t miss a thing except perhaps the change in the weather, and a glass of ice water when it’s hot, and I might miss sleeping. How can we sit here and talk this way?’
‘Because there’s nothing else to do.’
‘That’s it, of course; for if there were, we’d be doing it. I suppose this is the first time in the history of the world that everyone has known just what they were going to do during the night.’
‘I wonder what everyone else will do now, this evening, for the next few hours.’
‘Go to a show, listen to the radio, watch television, play cards, put the children to bed, go to bed themselves, like always.’
‘In a way that’s something to be proud of – like always.’
They sat a moment and
