…continued from “The Squire in the Road”
Knowing he was far ahead of her, she wasted no time in pushing through the thick brush at the entrance of the woods. Fighting against her own mental resistance and that of strong armed, seldom-disturbed pines and maples, she made her way to a narrow path in the center. She picked up the pace as to not lose sight of her guide, who continued to turn from several feet ahead to double-handedly wave her onward.
In what was turning into a long jaunt through a deceptively deep and dark wood, she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d hit her head and stumbled into a Lewis Carroll story. Instead of a white rabbit with a waistcoat, she was following a mysterious nine-year-old who looked like he escaped from a Renaissance festival. Did Alice ever question why she was compelled to follow a time-obsessed rodent in the first place, she wondered? Did Alice wonder how she would explain her psychotic break to family and friends?
“Come quickly,” the boy urged. She was quite far behind him now, but not far enough to miss his first words to her. There was insistence in his demand, but no impatience. It was like he knew she was questioning everything and wanted to keep her from retreating. He then stopped and waited with encouraging eyes locked on hers. Looking past him, she saw a wall of sorts. Suddenly feeling trapped in what she realized was a tunnel, she glanced back towards the entrance and saw nothing but a long, unlit tube formed by abundant trees. It looked oddly like the insides of a giant snake formed by nature with branches for bones. She was about to make a break for it when she unconsciously arrived at the end.
“Kathryn,” he said in a relieved tone, “I’m so glad you made it.”
Panting from the hurried walk, she exhaustedly replied, “and what, exactly, have I made it to?”
“Your entrance of course!” he answered with a burst of joy.
“My entrance?”
“Of course! You didn’t think I was leading you to a dead end, did you?”
“Um, I didn’t really think about it. I don’t make a habit of following strange kids in medieval clothing.”
“Fair enough, but enough talk. It’s time to go in.”
“In? In where?” she asked, digging for more detail.
“In your door, silly. I thought we covered this,” he joked mischievously.
She was about to ask, “what door?” when she noticed the curious structure of the final trees in the tunnel. Two large, elderly oaks leaned to meet each other, forming a rustic archway. Beneath the archway, a wide wooden door stared back at her. The ancient material spoke of wisdom somehow. The cryptic carvings ornately and silently told of enchantment. Her heart filled with equal parts fear, intrigue, and excitement as she placed her hand on a particular Celtic design. This was her door. She could feel it.
She moved her hand gingerly to the large iron handle and began to push. She remembered her young guide and turned to thank him. She smiled as her eyes were met by nothing but the dark innards of the tunnel. “Figures,” she mused as she leaned into the door. Her heart quickened with anticipation, almost unbearably, with each exasperated groan of the ancient hinges as they labored to reveal what was behind them. With all of her might, she gave one last push that gave way to a breathtaking sight. Enraptured by the beauty before her, she bravely took her first step from familiar reality to the then-unknown world of unbelievable mystery, magic, and adventure that would change her life forever.
To be continued…