Many Waters 
Madeleine LEngle 
  
Contents 
1  Virtual Particles and Virtual Unicorns . 2 
2  Pelican in the Wilderness . 18 
3  Japheths sister Yalith . 26 
4 Grandfather Lamech and Grandfather Enoch . 45 
5  The nephilim .. 53 
6  Adnarel and the Quantum Leap . 72 
7  The Seraphim .. 85 
8  Oholibamah, Japheths wife . 100 
9  Mahlahs time, Lamechs time . 112 
10 The Song of the Stars . 125 
11 Many Waters Cannot Quench Love . 140 
12 Neither Can the Floods Drown It 160 
  
1  Virtual Particles and Virtual Unicorns 
  
A sudden snow shower put an end to hockey practice.
We cant even see the puck, Sandy Murry shouted across the wind. Lets go 
home. He skated over to the side of the frozen pond, sitting on an already 
snow-covered rock to take off his skates.
There were calls of agreement from the other skaters.  Dennys, Sandys twin 
brother, followed him, snow gathering in his lashes, so that he had to blink in 
order to see the rock. Why do we have to live in the highest, coldest, windiest 
spot in the state?
Hoots of laughter and shouted goodbyes came from the other boys. Where else 
would you want to live? Dennys was asked.
Snow was sliding icily down the inside of his collar.
Baki. Fiji. Someplace warm.
One of the boys knotted his skate laces and slung his skates around his neck. 
Would you really? With all those tourists?
Yeah, and jet-setters crowding the beach.
And beautiful people.
 And litterbugs.
One by one the other boys drifted off, leaving the twins.
I thought you liked winter, Sandy said.
By mid-March, Im getting tired of it.
But you wouldnt really want to go to some tourists paradise, would you?
Oh, probably not. Maybe I would have, in the olden days, before the population 
explosion. Im famished. Race you home.
By the time they reached their house, an old white farm-house about a mile from 
the village, the snow was beginning to let up, though the wind was still strong. 
They went in through the garage, past their mothers lab. Pulling off their 
windbreakers, they threw them at hooks, and burst into the kitchen.
Wheres everybody? Sandy called.
Dennys pointed to a piece of paper held by magnets to the refrigerator door. 
They both went up to it, to read:
DEAR TWINS, AM OFF TO TOWN WITH MEG AND CHARLES WALLACE FOR OUR DENTAL CHECKUPS. 
YOUR TURN IS NEXT WEEK. DONT THINK YOU CAN GET OUT OF IT.  YOUVE BOTH GROWN SO 
MUCH THIS YEAR THAT IT IS ESSENTIAL YOU HAVE YOUR TEETH CHECKED.
LOVE, MOTHER
Sandy bared his teeth ferociously. Weve never had a cavity,
Dennys made a similar grimace. But we have grown.  Were just under six feet.
Bet if we were measured today wed be over.
Dennys opened the door to the refrigerator. There was half a chicken in an 
earthenware dish, with a sign:
VERBOTEN. THIS IS FOR DINNER.
Sandy pulled out the meat keeper. Ham all right?
Sure. With cheese.
And mustard.
And sliced olives.
And ketchup.
And pickles.
No tomatoes here. Bet you Meg made herself a BLT.
Theres lots of liverwurst. Mother likes that.
Yuck.
Its okay with cream cheese and onion.
They put their various ingredients on the kitchen counter and cut thick slices 
of bread fresh from the oven.  Dennys peered in to sniff apples slowly baking. 
Sandy looked over to the kitchen table, where Meg had spread out her books and 
papers. Shes taken more than her fair share of the table.
Shes in college, Dennys depended. We dont have as much homework as she 
does.
Yeah, and Id hate that long commute every day.
She likes to drive. And at least she gees home early.
Dennys plunked his own books down on the big table.
Sandy stood looking at one of Megs open notebooks.  Hey, listen to this. Do 
you suppose well have this kind of junk when were in college? It seems quite 
evident that there was definite prebiotic existence of protein ancestors of 
polymers, and that therefore the primary beings were not a-amino adds. I suppose 
she knows what shes writing about. I havent the foggiest.
Dennys flipped back a page. Look at her title. The Million Doller question: the 
chicken or the egg, amino acids or their polymers. She may be a mathematical 
genius, but she still cant spell.
You mean, you know what shes writing about? Sandy demanded.
I have a pretty good idea. Its the kind of thing Mother and Dad argue about at 
dinnerpolymers, virtual particles, quasars, all that stuff.
Sandy looked at his twin. You mean, you listen?
Sure. Why not? You never know when a little useless knowledge is going to come 
in handy. Hey, whats this book? Its about bubonic plague. Im the one who 
wants to be a doctor.
Sandy glanced over. Its history, not medicine, stupe.
Hey, why are lawyers never bitten by snakes? Dennys asked.
I dont know. And dont care.
Well, youre the one who wants to be the lawyer. Come on. Why do lawyers never 
get bitten by snakes?
I give up. Why do lawyers never get bitten by snakes?
Professional courtesy.
Sandy groaned. Very funny. Ha- Ha.
Dennys slathered mustard over a thick slice of ham.  When I think about the 
amount of schooling still ahead of us, I almost lose my appetite.
Almost.
Well, not quite.
Sandy opened the refrigerator door, looking for something else to pile on his 
sandwich. We seem to eat more than the rest of the family put together. Charles 
Wallace eats like a bird. Well, judging by the amount we spend on bird feed, 
birds are terrible gluttons. But you know what I mean.
At least hes settling down in school, and the other kids arent picking on him 
the way they used to.
He still doesnt look more than six, but half the time I think he knows more 
than we do. Were certainly the ordinary, run-of-the-mill ones in the family.
The family can do with some ordinary, run-of-the-mill people. And were not 
exactly dumb. If Im going to be a doctor and youre going to be a lawyer, weve 
got to be bright enough for all that education. Im thirsty.
Sandy opened the cupboard above the kitchen door.  Only a year before, they had 
been too short to reach it without climbing on a stool. Wheres the Dutch 
cocoa?  Thats what I want. Sandy moved various boxes of lentils, barley, 
kidney beans, cans of tuna and salmon.
Bet Mothers got it out in the lab. Lets go look.
Dennys sliced more ham.
Sandy put a large dill pickle in his mouth. Lets finish making the sandwiches 
first.
Food first. Fine.
With sandwiches an inch or more thick in their hands, and full mouths, they went 
back out to the pantry and turned into the lab. In the early years of the 
century, when the house had been part of a working dairy farm, the lab had been 
used to keep milk, butter, eggs, and there was still a large churn in one 
corner, which now served to hold a lamp. The work counter with the stone sink 
functioned as well for holding lab equipment as it had for milk and eggs. There 
was now a formidable-looking microscope, some strange equipment only their 
mother understood, and an old-fashioned Bunsen burner, over which, on a homemade 
tripod, a black kettle was simmering.
Sandy sniffed appreciatively. Stew.
I think were supposed to call it boeuf bourguignon. Dennys reached up to the 
shelf over the sink and pulled down a square red tin. Heres the cocoa. Mother 
and Dad like it at bedtime.
Whens Dad coming home? Dennys wanted to know.
Tomorrow night, I think Mother said.
Sandy, his mouth full, held his hands out to the wood stove. If we had our 
drivers licenses, we could go to the airport to meet him.
Were good drivers already, Dennys agreed.
Sandy stuffed another large bite of sandwich into his mouth, and left the warmth 
of the stove to wander to the far corner of the lab where there was a 
not-quite-ordinary-looking computer. How long has Dad had this gizmo here?
He put it in last week. Mother wasnt particularly pleased.
Well, it is supposed to be her lab, Sandy said.
Whats he programming? Dennys asked.
Hes usually pretty good about explaining. Even though I dont understand most 
of it. Tessering and red-shifting and space/time continuum and stuff. Sandy 
stared at the keyboard, which had eight rather than the usual four ranks of 
keys. Half of these symbols are Greek. I mean, literally Greek.
Dennys, ramming the last of his sandwich into his mouth, peered over his twins 
shoulder Well, I more or less get the usual science signs. That looks like 
Hebrew, there, and thats Cyrillic. I havent the faintest idea what these keys 
are for.
Sandy looked down at the lab floor, which consisted of large slabs of stone. 
There was a thick rug by the sink, and another in front of the shabby leather 
chair and reading lamp. I dont know how Mother stands this place in winter.
She dresses like an Eskimo. Dennys shivered, then put out one finger and 
tapped on the standard keys of the computer: TAKE ME SOMEPLACE WARM.
Hey, I dont think we ought to mess with that, Sandy warned.
What do you expect? A genie to pop up, like the one in Aladdin and the magic 
lamp? This is just a computer, for heavens sake. It cant do anything it isnt 
programmed to do.
 
Okay, then. Sandy held his fingers over the keyboard.  A lot of people think 
computers are aliveI mean, really, sort of like Aladdins genie. He tapped out 
on the standard keys: SOMEPLACE WARM AND SPARSELY POPULATED.
Dennys shouldered him aside, adding: LOW HUMIDITY.
Sandy turned away from the odd computer. Lets make the cocoa.
Sure. Dennys picked up the red tin, which he had set down on the counter. 
Since Mothers using the Bunsen burner, wed better go back to the kitchen to 
make the cocoa.
Okay. Its warmer there, anyhow.
 I could do with another sandwich. If theyve gone all the way into town, 
supperll probably be late.
They left the lab, closing the door behind them. Hey. Sandy pointed. We 
didnt see this. There was a small note taped to the door: EXPERIMENT IN 
PROGRESS. PLEASE KEEP OUT.
Uh-oh. Hope we didnt upset anything.
Wed better tell Mother when she gets back.
Why didnt we see that note?
We were busy stuffing our faces.
Dennys crossed the hall and opened the kitchen door and was met with a blast of 
heat. Hey! He tried to step back, but Sandy was on his heels.
Fire! Sandy yelled. Get the fire extinguisher!
Too late! Wed better get out and Dennys heard the kitchen door slam behind 
them. Weve got to get out
Sandy yelled, I cant find the fire extinguisher!
I cant find the walls Dennys groped through a pervasive mist, his hands 
touching nothing.
Came a great sonic boom.
Then absolute silence.
Slowly the mist began to clear away, to dissipate.
Hey! Sandys changing voice cracked and soared.  Whats going on?
Dennyss equally cracking voice followed. Where on earth ... Whats happened 
...
What was that explosion?
Hey!
They looked around to see nothing familiar. No kitchen door. No kitchen. No 
fireplace with its fragrant logs. No table, with its pot of brightly blooming 
geraniums. No ceiling strung with rows of red peppers and white garlic.  No 
floor with the colorful, braided rugs. They were standing on sand, burning white 
sand. Above them, the sun was in a sky so hot that it was no longer blue but had 
a bronze cast. There was nothing but sand and sky from horizon to horizon.
Is the house all right? Sandys voice shook.
I dont think we went into the house at all...
You dont think it was on fire?
No. I think we opened the door and we were here.
What about the mist?
And the sonic boom?
And what about Dads computer?
Uh-oh. Whatre we going to do? Dennyss voice started out in the bass, soared, 
and cracked to a piercing treble.
Dont panic, Sandy warned, but his voice trembled.
Both boys looked around wildly. The brazen sunlight beat down on them. After the 
cold of snow and ice, the sudden heat was shocking. Small particles of mica in 
the sand caught the light and blazed up at them. Hey. Dennyss voice cracked 
again. Whatre we going to do?
Sandy tried to speak calmly. Were the ones who do things, remember?
We just did something. Dennys was bitter. We just blew ourselves here, 
wherever here is.
Sandy agreed. Stupid. We were stupid, mucking around with an 
experiment-in-progress.
Only we didnt know it was in progress.
We should have stopped to think.
Dennys looked around at sky and sand, both shimmering with heat. What do you 
suppose Dad was up to? If we knew that
Space travel. Tessering. Getting past the speed of light.
You know that. Anxiety made Dennys sharp.
The sun beat down on Sandys head, so that he reached up and wiped sweat from 
around his eyes. I wish wed never thought of that Dutch cocoa.
Dennys pulled off his heavy cable-knit sweater. Licked his dry lips.  Moaned. 
Lemonade.
Sandy, too, stripped off his sweater. We got what we asked for, didnt we? 
Heat. Low humidity. Sparse population.
Dennys looked around, squinting against the glare.
Sparse wasnt meant to mean nobody.
Sandy unbuttoned his plaid flannel shirt. I thought we asked for a beach.
Not on Dads gizmo we didnt. Just sparse population.
Do you suppose weve blown ourselves onto a dead planet?  One where the sun is 
going into its red-giant phase before it blows up?
Despite the intense heat. Sandy shivered, glanced at the sun, then quickly away. 
I think the sun in its red-giant phase would be bigger. This sun doesnt look 
any larger than our own sun in movies set in deserts.
Do you suppose it is our own sun? Dennys asked hopefully.
Sandy shrugged. We could be anywhere. Anywhere in the universe. If we were 
going to play with that doggone keyboard, we should have been more specific. I 
wish wed just settled for Baki or Fiji, beautiful people or no.
 Id just as soon see a beautiful person. Right now. I wish we hadnt done 
whatever it is weve done. Dennys pulled off his cotton turtleneck, stripping 
down to his white briefs and tank top.
Sandy stood on one leg to start pulling off his warmly lined pants, glanced 
again at the fierce sun, then quickly closed his eyes. Theyll miss us when 
they get back from the dentist.
But they wont know where to look. Mother has more sense than we have. Shed 
never mess around with anything of Dads unless he was right there.
Mothers not interested in astrophysics. Shes into virtual particles and 
things tike that.
Shell still miss us.
 Dadll be home tomorrow, Sandy said hopefully. He was now stripped to his 
underclothes.
Dennys picked up his things and made a tidy bundle.  Unless we find some shade, 
were going to have to put our clothes back on in half an hour, or at least some 
of them, or well get a vicious sunburn.
Shade. Sandy groaned, and scanned the horizon. Den!  Do I see a palm tree?
Dennys held his hand to shade his eyes. Where?
There. All the way over there.
Yes. No. Yes.
Lets head toward it.
Good. At least its something to do. Dennys trudged off. If its the same 
time of day it was when we left home
It was winter at home. Sandys eyes were almost closed against the glare. The 
sun was already setting.
Dennys pointed to their shadows, as long and skinny as they were. The suns 
slightly behind us ... We might be heading east, if its our own kind of sun.
Sandy asked, Are you scared? I am. Weve really got ourselves into a mess.
Dennys made no reply. They trudged along. They had left on their shoes and 
socks, and Dennys suggested, It might be easier walking barefooted.
Sandy bent down and touched the sand with the palm of his hand, then shook his 
head. Feel it. It would burn our feet.
Do you still see that palm tree?
I think so.
They moved across the sand in silence. After a few minutes it seemed firmer 
under their feet, and they saw that there was rock under the sand.
Thats better, Sandy said.
Hey!
The ground seemed to shudder under their feet. Dennys flailed his arms to try to 
keep his balance, but was flung to the ground. Is this an earthquake or 
something?
Sandy, too, was thrown down. Around them they could hear a noisy grating of 
rock, and a deep, thunderous roaring beneath them. Then there was silence, 
abrupt and complete. The rock steadied under them. The earthquake, or whatever 
it was, had lasted less than a minute, but it had been of sufficient force to 
push up a large section of rock, making a small cliff about six feet high. It 
was striated and raw-looking, but it provided a shadow that stretched across the 
sand.
Both boys climbed to their feet and headed into the welcome shade. Sandy touched 
the sheared-off rock, and it felt cool. Maybe we could sit here for a minute . 
. .
The sun was still fiercely hot but the slab of rock they sat on was cool. The 
relief of the shade was so great that for a few minutes they sat in silence. 
Their bodies were slippery with sweat; it trickled into their eyes. They sat 
without moving, trying to take every advantage of the shade.
I dont know whats going to happen next, but whatever it is, Im not likely to 
be surprised, Sandy said at last. Are you sure it was Dads experiment we 
werent supposed to interrupt? Couldnt it have been Mothers?
Mothers doing something with sub-atomic particles again, Dennys said. Last 
night at dinner, she spent most of the time talking about virtual particles.
It sounded crazy to me, Sandy said. Particles which have a tendency to life.
Thats right. Dennys nodded- Virtual particles. Al-most-particles. What you 
said. Particles which tend to be.
Sandy shook his head. Most of Mothers sub-atomic experiments are so, oh, so 
sort of infinitesimal, it hasnt mattered if weve come into the lab.
But maybe if shes looking for a virtual particle Dennys sounded hopeful.
No. It sounds to me more like something of Dads. It was just sort of wishful 
thinking when I asked if it could be something of Mothers. Why didnt we see 
that notice on the door?
Yeah. Why?
And I wish our parents did ordinary things, Sandy complained. If Dad was a 
plumber or an electrician, and if Mother was somebodys secretary, it would be a 
lot easier for us.
And we wouldnt have to be such great athletes and good guys at school, Dennys 
agreed. And He broke off as the earth started to tremble again. It was a 
brief tremor, with no heaving of stones, but both boys sprang to their feet-
Hey! Sandy jumped, almost knocking Dennys over.
From behind the rock cliff came a very small person, perhaps four feet tall. Not 
a child. He was firmly muscled, darkly tanned, and there was a down of hair 
across his upper lip and on his chin. He wore a loincloth, with a small pouch at 
the waist. As he saw them. he reached for the pouch in a swift, alarmed gesture.
Hey, wait. Sandy held up his open hands, palm forward.
Dennys repeated the gesture. We wont hurt you.
Who are you? Sandy asked.
Where are we? Dennys added.
The small man looked at them in mingled curiosity and fear. Giants! he cried. 
He had a mans voice, a young mans voice, deeper than Sandys or Dennyss.
Sandy shook his head. Were not giants.
Were boys, Dennys augmented. Who are you?
The young man touched himself lightly on the forehead. Japheth.
Thats your name? Sandy asked.
He touched his forehead again. Japheth.
Perhaps this was the custom of the country, wherever in the universe it was. 
Sandy touched his own forehead.  Alexander. Sandy.
Dennys made the same gesture. Dennys.
Giants, the young man stated.
No. Sandy corrected. Boys.
The young man rubbed his head where a purplish egg was forming. Stone hit me. 
Must be seeing double.
Japheth? Sandy asked.
The young man nodded. Are you two? Or one? He rubbed his eyes perplexedly.
Two, Sandy said. Were twins. Im Sandy.  Hes Dennys.
Twins? Japheth asked, his fingers once more reaching for the pouch at his side 
which appeared to be filled with tiny arrows, about two inches long.
Dennys opened his hands wide. Twins are whenhe had started to give a 
scientific explanation, stopped him-selfwhen a mother has a litter of two 
babies instead of one. His voice was soothing.
Youre animals, then? 
Sandy shook his head. Were boys. He was ready to ask What are you? when he 
noticed a tiny bow near the pouch of arrows.
No. No. The young man looked at them doubtfully.  Only giants are as tall as 
you. And the seraphim and nephilim. But you have no wings.
What was this about wings? Dennys asked, Please, JJaywhere are we? Where is 
this place?
The desert, about an hour from my oasis. I came out, dowsing for water. He 
bent down and picked up a wand of pliable wood. Gopher wood is the best for 
dowsing, and I had my grandfathers He stopped in mid-sentence.
Higgaion! Hig! Where are you? he called, as the twins might have called for 
their dog at home. Hig! He looked, wide-eyed, at the twins. If anything has 
happened to him, my grandfather willthere are so few of them left He called 
again urgently, Higgaion!
From behind the outcropping of rock came something grey and sinuous which the 
twins at first thought was a snake. But it was followed by a head with small, 
bright, black eyes, and great fans of ears, and a chunky body covered with 
shaggy grey hair, and a thin little rope of a tail.
Higgaion! The young man was joyful. Why didnt you come when I called you?
With its supple trunk, the little animal, the size of a small dog or a large 
cat, indicated the twins.
The young man patted its head. He was so small that he did not have to bend 
down. Thank El youre all right. He gestured toward the twins. They seem 
friendly. They say they arent giants, and while they are as tall as seraphim or 
nephilim, they dont seem to be of their kind.
Cautiously, the little animal approached Sandy, who dropped to one knee, holding 
out his hand for the creature to sniff. Then, tentatively, he began to scratch 
the hairy chest, as he would have scratched their dog at home. When the little 
animal relaxed under his touch, he asked Japheth, Whats seraphim?
And nephilim, Dennys added. If they could find out what these people were who 
were as tall as they, it might give them some kind of a clue as to where they 
had landed.
Oh, very tall, Japheth said. Like you, but different.  Great wings. Much long 
hair. And their bodieslike you, not hairy. The seraphim are golden and the 
nephilim are white, whiter than sand. Your skinit is different. Pale, and 
smooth, and as though you never saw sun.
At home, its still winter, Sandy explained. We get very tan in the summer 
when we work outdoors.
Your little animal, Dennys questioned, looks sort of like an elephant, but 
what is it?
Its a mammoth. Japheth slapped the creature affectionately.
Sandy withdrew his hand from petting Higgaion. But mammoths are supposed to be 
huge!
Dennys saw in his minds eye a picture of a mammoth in a nature book at home, 
very like Japheths animal.  Japheth himself was a miniature version of a strong 
and handsome young man, not a great deal older than themselves, perhaps as old 
as their sisters friend Calvin, who was in graduate school. Perhaps in this 
place, wherever it was, everything was in miniature.
There arent many mammoths left, Japheth explained. Im a good dowser, but 
mammoths are very fine for scenting water, and Higgaion is the best of all. He 
patted the little animals head. So I borrowed him from Grandfather Lamech, and 
together we found a good source of water, but Im afraid its too far from the 
oasis to be much use.
Thank you for explaining, Sandy said, then turned to Dennys. Do you think 
were dreaming?
No. We came home from hockey practice. We made sandwiches. We went into the lab 
to find the Dutch cocoa.  We messed around with Dads experiment-in-progress. We 
were stupid beyond belief. But it isnt a dream.
 Im glad to hear you say that, Japheth said. I was beginning to wonder, 
myself. I thought I might be dreaming, because of the stone hitting my head in 
the earthquake.
It was an earthquake? Sandy asked.
Japheth nodded. They come quite often. The seraphim tell us that things arent 
settled yet.
So maybe this is a young planet. Dennys sounded hopeful.
Japheth asked, Where have you come from, and where are you going?
Take me to your leader, Sandy murmured.
Dennys nudged him. Shut up.
Sandy said, Were from planet Earth, late twentieth century. We got here by 
accident, and we dont know where were going.
Wed like to go home, Dennys added, but we dont know how.
Where is home? Japheth asked.
Sandy sighed. A long way away, Im afraid.
Japheth looked at them You are flushed. And wet.
He himself did not seem to fee! the intense heat.
Dennys said, Were perspiring. Profusely. Im afraid well get sunstroke if we 
dont find shade soon.
Japheth nodded. Grandfather Lamechs tent is closest.  My wife and Ihe 
flushed with pleasure as he said my wifelive halfway across the oasis, by my 
fathers tent.  And I have to return Higgaion to Grandfather, anyhow.
And hes very hospitable. Ill take you to him, if you like.
Thank you, Sandy said.
Wed like to come with you, Dennys added.
 At this point, we dont have much choice, Sandy murmured.
Dennys nudged him, then took his turtleneck from the bundle of clothes and 
pulled it back on, his head emerging from the rolled cotton neck, which had 
mussed up his light brown hair so that a tuft stuck out like a parakeets.  
Wed better cover ourselves. I think Im sunburned al-ready.
Lets go, then, Japheth said. Id like to be home before dark.
 Hey Sandy said suddenly. At least we speak the same language. Everythings 
been so wild and weird I hadnt realized it till
Japheth looked at him in a puzzled manner. You sound very strange to me. But I 
can understand you, if I listen with my under-hearing. You talk a little like 
the seraphim and the nephilim. You can understand me?
The twins looked at each other. Sandy said, I hadnt really thought about it 
till now.  If I think about it, you do sound, well, different, but I can 
understand you. Right, Den?
Right, Dennys agreed. Except it was easier when we werent thinking about 
it.
Come on, Japheth urged. Lets go. He looked at Sandy. Youd better cover 
yourself, too.
Sandy followed Dennyss example and pulled on his turtleneck.
Dennys unrolled his flannel shirt and draped it over his head. Sort of like a 
burnoose to keep us from getting sunstroke.
Good idea. Sandy did the same.
 If, Dennys added morosely, it isnt already too late. Then he said. Hey, 
Japh stumbled over the name-Hey, Jay, whats that?
On the horizon to the far left, moving toward them, appeared a creature which 
shimmered in and out of their vision, silvery in color, as large as a goat or a 
pony, with light flickering out from its forehead.
Sandy also shortened Japheths name. Whats that, Jay? The mammoth pushed its 
head under Sandys hand and he began to scratch between the great fan-like ears.
Japheth looked toward the barely visible creature, smiling in recognition. Oh, 
thats a unicorn. Theyre very odd. Sometimes they are, and sometimes they 
arent.  If we want one, we call and itll usually appear.
Did you call on one? Sandy asked.
Higgaion may have thought about one, but he didnt really call it. Thats why 
it isnt all the way solid. Unicorns are even better about scenting for water 
than mammoths, except that you cant always count on them. But probably Higgaion 
thought one might be able to confirm where we thought there was a spring. He 
smiled ruefully. Grandfather always knows what Hig is thinking, and I make 
guesses.
The twins stopped and looked at each other, but the mammoth had left Sandy and 
was trotting after Japheth, who was walking toward the oasis again, so they 
followed.  In the intensity of the desert heat, their limbs felt heavy and 
uncooperative. When they looked to where the unicorn had been, it was no longer 
there, though there was left in its place a mirage-like shimmering.
Sandy panted. I dont believe this.
Dennys, jogging beside him, agreed. Weve never had very willing suspensions of 
disbelief. Were the pragmatists of the family.
I still dont believe it, Sandy said. It I blink often enough, well be back 
in the kitchen at home.
Dennys took one of the flapping sleeves of his shirt and wiped his eyes. What I 
believe right now is that Im hot.  Hot. Hot.
Japheth turned his head and looked back. Giants! Come on. Stop talking.
With their long legs, it was easy enough for the twins to catch up with Japheth- 
Were not giants, Dennys reiterated. My name is Dennys.
Dennysim.
Dennys touched his forehead, as Japheth had done.
One Dennys. Me.
Sandy, too, touched his forehead. Im Sandy.
Sand. Japheth looked around. We have plenty of Sand.
No, Jay, Sandy corrected. Its short for Alexander.  Sandy.
Japheth shook his head. You call me Jay. I call you Sand. Sand is something I 
understand.
Talking of strange namesDennys looked at the mammoth, who was again butting 
at Sandy, to be petted.
Hig-
Hig-gai-on. Japheth sounded it out.
Are all mammoths his size? Or are there some really big ones?
Japheth looked puzzled. Those that are left are like Higgaion.
Sandy looked at his brother. Didnt horses start out very little, back in 
pre-history?
But Dennys was looking at the horizon. Look. Now you can see that there are 
lots of palm trees.
Although they could now see that there were many trees, the oasis was still far 
away. Despite their much longer legs, the boys began to lag behind Japheth and 
the mammoth, who were moving across the sand at an easy run.
Im not sure I can make it, Dennys said, grunting.
Sandys steps, too, lagged. I thought we were the great athletes, he said, 
panting.
Weve never been exposed to heat like this before.
Japheth, evidently realizing that they were no longer behind him, turned around 
and jogged back toward them, seemingly cool and unwinded. Whats the matter? 
Youre both all red. The same red. You truly are two people?
Were twins. Sandys voice was an exhausted croak.
Dennys panted. I thinkwere gettingheatheat prostration.
Japheth looked at them anxiously. Sun-sickness can be dangerous. He reached up 
and touched Dennyss cheek.  Shook his head. Youre cold and clammy. Bad sign. 
He put his hand against his forehead. Appeared to be thinking deeply. Then: 
What about a unicorn?
What about it? Sandy asked. He felt tired and irritable.
If we could get a couple of unicorns to become real and solid for us, they 
could carry you to the oasis.
The twins looked at each other, each seeing a red, sweating mirror version of 
himself. Weve never gone in for mythical beasts, Dennys said.
Sandy added, Meg says unicorns have been ruined by overpopularity.
Japheth frowned. I dont understand what youre saying.
Dennys, too. frowned. Thinking. Then: Jays unicorns sound more like Mothers 
virtual particles than like mythical beasts.
Sandy was exasperated. Virtual particles arent mythical. Theyre theoretical.
Dennys shot back, If Mother can believe in her way-out theories, we ought to be 
able to believe in virtual unicorns.
What kind of unicorns? Japheth looked puzzled. Is it because youre some 
strange kind of giant that theres all this confusion?              !
Unicorns have never been a matter of particular importance before. Sandy wiped 
his hands across his face and was surprised to find that the beads of sweat were 
indeed cold.
Theyre important now. Dennys groaned. Mother believes in virtual particles, 
so theres no reason there cant be virtual unicorns.
HigJapheth urged.
The mammoth turned and faced the horizon. A faint shimmering glimmered on the 
sand in front of him. Slowly it took the shape of a unicorn, transparent but 
recognizable. Beside it, another unicorn began to shimmer.
 Please, unicorns, Dennys begged. Be real.
Slowly the transparency of both creatures began to solidify, until there were 
two unicorns standing on the sand, with silvery-grey flanks, silver manes and 
beards. Silver hooves, and horns of brilliant light. They looked at the twins 
and docilely folded their legs under to lie down.
Oh! Japheth exclaimed. Its a good thing youre both so young. For the 
moment, Id forgotten that unicorns will not let themselves be touched by anyone 
who is not a virgin.
The twins glanced at each other. Well, we dont even have our drivers licenses 
yet. Dennys said.
Get up on them before they decide they arent needed, Japheth ordered.
The twins climbed each onto the back of one of the silver creatures, both 
feeling that this was a dream from which they could not wake up. But, without 
the unicorns, they would never make it to the oasis.
The unicorns flew across the desert, their hooves barely touching the surface. 
Occasionally, where the sand had been blown clear and there was rock, a silver 
hoof struck with a clang like a bell, and sparks flew upward. Small desert 
creatures watched them fly by. Sandy noticed, but did not mention, some 
scattered bones bleached by sun and wind.
Hold on! Japheth cried in warning. Dont fall off!
But there was a sense, in riding the unicorns, of unreality. If this was no 
stranger than their mothers world of particle physics, it was at least equally 
as strange.
Hold onl Japheth shouted again.
But Dennys felt himself sliding off the smooth flanks.  He tried to grasp the 
mane, but it sifted through his fingers like sand. Was the unicorn becoming less 
real, or was the still-blazing sun affecting him?
Dennys! Dont fall off! Sandy shouted.
But Dennys felt himself slipping. He did not know whether it was himself or the 
unicorn who kept flickering in and out of being.
Then he felt something solid. Sandy on his unicorn pressing against him. Sandys 
strong arms shoving him back onto the unicorn, the virtual particle suddenly 
real, not just something in the lab. His head hurt.
Japheth and the mammoth were running beside them, amazingly swift for such small 
creatures- Hurry, Japheth urged the unicorns. Hurry.
Sandy, his flannel shirt still draped over his head, was hardly aware that he 
was supporting his brother. His arms felt as fluid as water. He was breathing in 
great searing gulps which burned his throat. His head began to swell, to be 
filled with hot air like a balloon, so that he was afraid he was going to float 
off into the sky.
The mammoth passed Japheth and the unicorns, leading the way to the oasis, so 
that his stocky legs were no more than a blur of motion, like hummingbirds 
wings.  Occasionally he would raise his trunk and make a trumpeting noise, 
urging the unicorns along. Japheth ran along side, beginning to breathe, 
open-mouthed, with effort.
But they were not fast enough for Dennys, who was slipping into unconsciousness, 
and as the world blackened before his eyes, his unicorns horn became dim and 
the silver creature began to dissolve as Dennys lost sight and hearing and 
thought. And Dennys flickered in and out of being with his mount.
Sandy, barely holding on to consciousness, was not aware that the arm he had 
held Dennys with was now holding nothing. He felt himself drop to the ground. He 
did not land on searing sand but on soft green. His burning body was shaded and 
cooled by the great fans of a palm tree.
His unicorn had made it to the oasis.
2  Pelican in the Wilderness 
Sandy slid slowly into consciousness, eyes tightly closed.  No alarm clock 
jangling, so it must be Saturday. He listened to hear it Dennys was stirring in 
the upper bunk.  Felt something cool and wet sprayed across his body. It felt 
good. He did not want to wake up. On Saturday they had heavy chores. They washed 
the floor of their mothers lab, or the bathrooms. If it was snowing again, 
there would be snow to shovel.
Sand
He did not recognize the odd, slightly foreign voice. He did not recognize the 
smell that surrounded him, pungent and gamy. Again his body was sprayed with 
cool wetness.
Sand
Slowly, he opened his eyes. In the light which came from directly above him, he 
saw two brown faces peering anxiously into his. One face was young, barely 
covered with deep amber down. The other face was crisscrossed with countless 
wrinkles, a face with ancient, leathered skin and a long beard of curling white.
Unwilling to believe that he was not waking from a dream, he reached up to touch 
Dennyss mattress above him. Nothing.  He opened his eyes more widely
He was in a tent, a sizable tent made of goatskins, judging by the smell. Light 
came in from the roof hole, a rosy, sunset light. A funny little animal crossed 
the tent to him and sprayed his body with water, and he realized that he was hot 
with sunburn. The animal was bringing water from a large clay pot and cooling 
him with it.
Sand? the young man asked again. Are you awake?
Jay? He struggled to sit up, and his burned skin was scratched by the skins on 
which he was lying.
Sand, are you all right? Japheths voice trembled with anxiety.
Im okay. Just sunburned.
The old man put his hand against Sandys forehead.  You have much fever. The 
sun-sickness is hard on those unaccustomed to the desert. Are you from beyond 
the mountains?
Sandy looked at the ancient man, who was even smaller than Japheth but had the 
same brightly blue eyes, startling against the sun-darkened skin. Sandy touched 
his forehead as Japheth had done. Im Sandy.
Sand. Yes. Japheth has told me. The old man touched his forehead, tipped with 
softly curling white hair. Lamech. Grandfather Lamech. Japheth carried you to 
my tent.
Sandy looked around in alarm. But Dennyswheres
Dennys? He was now fully awake, aware that he was not in the bunk bed at home 
but in this strange desert place which might be on any planet in any solar 
system in any galaxy anywhere in the universe. He shuddered. Dennys?
He went out with the unicorn.
What!
Sand, Japheth explained patiently, Dennys must have fainted. I told you about 
unicorns. Sometimes they are, sometimes they arent. When Den fainted, the 
unicorn went out, and took Den with him.
But weve got to find him, bring him back! Sandy tried to struggle to his 
feet.
Grandfather Lamech pushed him back down onto the skins with amazing strength for 
so small a person. Hush, Sand. Do not worry. Your brother will be all right.
But
Unicorns are very responsible, Lamech explained.
But
It is true that they are unreliable in that we cannot rely on them to be, but 
they are very responsible.
Youre crazy, Sandy said.
Hush, Sand, Grandfather Lamech repeated. We do not know where the unicorns go 
when they go out, but when somebody calls the unicorn again and it appears, Den 
will appear, too.
Youre sure?
Yes. I am sure, the old man said, and for a moment Sandy relaxed at the 
authority in his voice.
Then: Well, call a unicorn, call him now!
The old man and Japheth looked at Higgaion. Higgaion raised his trunk toward the 
roof hole of the tent. The rosy glow had faded, and the old man and Japheth and 
Higgaion were barely visible shadows in the tent. There was a sudden fiash, and 
Sandy could see the shimmering silver body of a unicorn. But no Dennys.
Dennys! he cried.
And heard Japheth echo, Den!
Higgaion appeared to be consulting with the unicorn.  Then he looked toward 
Japheth and the old man. Trumpeted.
There was another flash of light, and then a faint glimmering and the unicorn 
was gone.
Grandfather Lamech said, It would appear that someone has already called the 
unicorn on which the Den was riding.
Sandy jumped to his feet, but was so weak that he sank back onto the skins. But 
he could be anywhere, anywhere! he cried wildly.
Hush, the old man repeated. He is on the oasis. We will find him.
How? Sandys voice was a frightened small boys squeak.
Japheth said, I will look for him. When I find him, I will bring him to you.
Oh, JayI want to come with you.
No. Grandfather Lamech was firm. You have the sun-sickness.  You must stay 
here until you are well. He looked up at the roof hole. The fading sunset was 
gone, and the moon, not full, but beaming bright, shone down on them. The old 
man touched Sandys arm, his thigh.  Tomorrow you will be all blisters.
Sandys head felt strangely buzzing and he knew that it was from fever and that 
Grandfather Lamech was right.
But Dennys
I will find him and bring him to you, Japheth promised.
Oh, Jay, thank you.
The young man turned to his grandfather. One of the womenmy wife, or one of my 
sisterswill bring you a night-light. Grandfather.
The old man looked at the moonlight which brightened the tent. Thank you, my 
dear grandson. My grand-children are kind to me, so kind . . . His voice 
faltered.  My son . . .
Japheth sounded embarrassed. You know I cant do anything with Father. I dont 
even tell him when Ive come to your tent.
Better that way. The old man was sorrowful. Better that way. But one day
Of course, Grandfather. Oneway. Ill be back with the Den as soon as I can. He 
pushed out of the tent. and the flap slapped closed behind him.
Higgaion dribbled cool water from the jar onto the cloth on Sandys burning 
forehead.
Giantthe little old man leaned over himwhere do you come from?
Im not a giant, Sandy said. Really. Im just a boy.  Dennys and I are still 
growing, but were not giants, were just ordinary tall.
The old grandfather shook his head. In our country you are giants. Can you tell 
me where you come from?
Home. Sandy felt hot and feverish. Home might be galaxies away. New England. 
The United States. Planet Earth.
The wrinkles in the old mans forehead crisscrossed each other as he frowned. 
You dont come from around here. Nor from Nod. The people there are no taller 
than we are. He put his hand on Sandys forehead. The hand felt cool, and dry 
as an autumn leaf crumbling to dust.  Your fever will go down, but you must 
stay here, in my tent, out of the sun, until the burning is healed. I will ask 
one of the seraphim to come tend to you. Seraphim do not burn in the sun. They 
are better healers than I. Sandy relaxed into Grandfather Lamechs kindness.
The mammoth started toward the water jar, then dropped to its haunches, 
whimpering in terror, as some-thing screeched past the tent like an 
out-of-control jet plane.  But on this planet, wherever it was, there were no 
planes.
The old man leaped to his feet with amazing agility and grabbed a wooden staff.
The hideous screech, not bird, not human, came again, closer, and then the tent 
flap was pushed aside and a large face peered in. It was the largest face Sandy 
had ever seen, a mans face with filthy hair and a matted beard, tangled 
eyebrows over small, suspicious eyes, and a bulbous nose.  From the mat of hair 
came two horns, curved downward, with sharp points like boars teeth. The mouth 
opened and shouted, Hungry!
The rest of the creature pushed into the tent. The head did not belong to a 
mans body but to a lions, and as it came all the way into the tent. Sandy saw 
that the lion did not have a lions tail but a scorpions. Sandy was terrified.
The old man beat at it futilely with his staff. The man / lion / scorpion 
knocked the staff out of his hand and sent him flying across the tent. 
Grandfather Lamech fell onto a pile of skins. The mammoth lay flat on the skins 
by Sandy, trembling.
Hungry! The roar made the skins of the tent tremble.
Instinctively, Sandy thrust the mammoth behind him and, exerting the last 
remnant of his strength, rose, tottering, to his full height and took a step 
toward the monster.  .  Giant! the mans head screeched. Giant! And 
scorpions tail, lions body, and mans head backed out of the tent, so that the 
flap snapped back into place.
The old man pulled himself out of the corner where he had been flung. 
Ridiculous manticore, he grumbled, wanting to eat my mammoth.
Higgaion got unsteadily to his feet, raised his trunk, and trumpeted, but it was 
more of a whiffle than a call of triumph. He rubbed up against Sandy.
The old man retrieved his staff. Thank you. You saved my mammoth from being 
eaten.
I didnt do anything. Sandys legs crumpled under him as he fell back onto the 
skins. Its the first time Ive ever scared anybody, just by being tall and 
sunburned.
 A gentle giant, the old man said.
Sandy felt too weak to contradict him. Anyhow, the manticore is a mythical 
beast.
Grandfather Lamech shook his head. I dont know what you mean.
 Things like manticores are mythical, Sandy stated.  They arent supposed to 
be real.
Grandfather Lamechs smile crinkled. You will have to ask the seraphim to 
explain. In this time many things are real, you see. He looked around. Wheres 
the scarab beetle?
The mammoth, too, looked around, but they both stopped, and the old mans face 
lit up as a soft scratching was heard on the outside of the tent flap. It was 
obviously some kind of signal, because he called out gladly, Come in, 
Granddaughter- Then he turned courteously to Sandy.  Yalith, my youngest 
granddaughter.
The tent flap opened enough to let a girl through, a girl about the size of the 
old man. barely four feet tall. She carried a shallow stone bowl which contained 
oil and a softly burning wick. By its light, which was brighter than the 
moonlight, which had moved beyond the roof hole, Sandy could see that the girl, 
who wore only a loincloth, like Japheth and Grandfather Lemech, was gently 
curved, with small rosy breasts. Her skin was the color of a ripe apricot. Her 
softly curling hair was a deep bronze, which glimmered in the lamplight and fell 
against tier shoulders.  She looked. Sandy thought, about his age, and suddenly 
his burning skin was not as painful as it had been, and he felt energy returning 
to his limbs. He got to his knees and stood to greet her, bowing clumsily.
She saw him and almost dropped the stone lamp. A giant!
The mammoth reached up with his trunk to Sandy, and Grandfather Lamech said, He 
says that he is not a giant, dear Yalith. Japheth carried him here, and they 
tell me that there is another one just like him, but he went out with a unicorn. 
Japheth is looking for him. This onehe beamed at Sandyappears to be human, 
and he just saved Higgaion from the manticore.
Yalith shuddered. I heard it screeching and going off with a rat. She put her 
stone lamp on a wooden keg. Ive brought your night-light, Grandfather Lamech.
Thank you, my dear. There was a deep tenderness in the old mans voice.
Sandy bowed again. Hello. My names Sandy Murry.
He could not keep a foolish grin off his face.
She looked at him dubiously, backing away slightly.  You do not speak like one 
of us. Are you sure youre not a giant?
Im a boy. Im sorry I look so awful. I have a fierce sunburn.
Now she looked at him without flinching. Oh, yes, you do. How do we help you?
Higgaion dipped his trunk into the water pot again and showered Sandy with it.
Grandfather Lamech said, Higgaion is keeping his skin wet. But I think we ought 
to get one of the seraphim to look at him.
Yes. That would be good. Where did you say you were from, giantSand?
The United States, Sandy said, though he knew it would mean nothing to this 
beautiful, strange girl.
The girl smiled at Sandy, and the warmth of her smile enveloped him.
 The United States isarea place, he tried to explain. You might say that my 
brother and I are representatives. Even if inadvertent ones.
And you have a brother, who is out with a unicorn?
Her question made it sound as though Dennys and the unicorn had gone off 
cavorting someplace together.
My brother Dennys. Were twins. Identical twins.  We do look a lot alike to 
people who dont know us well. Your brother Japheth is trying to find him.
Well, he will find him, then. Do you need anything more, Grandfather Lamech?
No, my dear Yalith.
Id better go home, then. My brothers wives are all there, and our mother 
likes to have me around to help keep everybody from fighting.
She smiled, turning from the old man to Sandy, who was dizzy with fever, but 
also with Yalith. He gazed at her as she said good night to them. For the first 
time in his life. Sandy had a flash of gratitude that Dennys was not with him.
Then anxiety surfaced. Dennys
Japheth will find him, the old man said. Meanwhile Higgaion, see if you can 
find our scarab friend.
Higgaion trumpeted softly and left the tent.
After Yalith and Higgaion had gone, Sandy was assailed by a wave of feverish 
sleep. It was dark now, with no moonlight coming through the tents roof hole, 
and the oil lamp burned low. He closed his eyes, curled on his side to sleep and 
felt an emptiness.
Dennys. He was just as happy that Dennys had not seen Yalith. Nevertheless, he 
had never before gone to sleep without Dennys. At home he could just reach up 
and punch the mattress above his to get his twins attention.  At Scout camp 
they had always been in the same cabin.  Despite their parents efforts to allow 
the twins to develop as individuals, never dressing them alike, the fact 
remained that they were twins.  He did not know what it was like to go to sleep 
without Dennys.
Higgaion came in and went to Grandfather Lamech, plucking something from his ear 
with his trunk and holding it out to the old man. Grandfather Lamech took it on 
his palm, a scarab beetle, glinting bronze in the lamplight.  The old man 
stroked it gently with a trembling forefinger, and closed his palm.
Then came a vivid flash of light, similar to that of the unicorns horn, and a 
tall presence stood in the tent, smiling at the old man, then looking quietly at 
Sandy.  The personage had skin the same glowing apricot color as Yaliths. Hair 
the color of wheat with the sun on it, brightly gold, long, and tied back, 
falling so that it almost concealed tightly furled wings, the light-filled gold 
of the hair. The eyes were an incredibly bright blue, like the sea with sunlight 
touching the waves.
Lamech greeted him respectfully. Adnarel, we thank you. Then he said to Sandy, 
The seraph will be able to help you. Seraphim know much about healing.
So this was a seraph. Tall, even taller than the twins.  But the only 
resemblance was in height. Otherwise, it was totally different, beautiful, but 
alien. The seraph turned to Lamech. What have we here?
Lamech bowed, seeming more than ever like a small brown nut in comparison with 
the great winged one. If all the ordinary people in this strange place were as 
little as Japheth and Lamech and Yalith, it was small wonder that Sandy and 
Dennys were confused with giants. Lamech said, We have with us a stranger
Adnarel touched Sandys shoulder, pressing him back down on the skins as he 
started to struggle to his feet.
Lamech continued, He is, as you can see, almost as tall as you are, but not 
asnot as completely formed.
He is very young. Adnarel the seraph said, barely hatched, as it were. But 
you are correct. He is not one of us. Nor of the nephilim.
Nor of us, Lamech said. But we think he is not to be feared.
Adnarel reached out to touch Sandy gently on the back, the long fingers 
delicately exploring the shoulder blades.  No wings, not even rudimentary 
ones.
Higgaion approached the seraph, butting him to get his attention, then indicated 
the water pitcher.
Adnarel reached down to scratch between the mammoths ears. Call the pelican, 
he ordered.
Higgaion left the tent. Lamech looked up, up, to meet Adnarels startling blue 
eyes. Are we doing the right thing, keeping him cool and wet to bring down the 
fever and heal the burning?
Adnarel nodded, as the tent flap opened and Higgaion returned, followed by a 
pelican, large and white and surprising. It waddled over to the clay water 
pitcher, opened its great beak, and filled the pitcher.
Lamech asked anxiously, The pelican will see to it that we have plenty of 
water? It will take many trips to the well, too many for me now that I am old 
and
Fear not. Alarid will see to it, Adnarel reassured.
A pelican in the desert? Sandy asked, feeling that the great bird was part of 
a fevered dream.
A pelican in the wilderness, Adnarel agreed. He dropped to one knee and put 
his hand against Sandys reddened cheeks. Through the fingers flowed a healing 
warmth, a warmth which had nothing to do with the stifling heat in the tent. 
Sandy had almost grown accustomed to the strong, gamy smell of the skins, but 
the seraph seemed to bring a lightness and a freshness to the air.
Where, young one are you fromP Adnarel asked.
Sandy sighed. Planet Earth, where I hope I still am?
The seraph smiled again, not answering the question.  He touched Sandys 
forehead gently, and the touch helped him to clarify his thoughts, which seemed 
to lose their focus- And from where on planet Earth do you come?
From the United States. The Northeast. New England.
How did you get here?
Im not sure, uh, sir. There was something about Adnarels presence which 
brought out the old-fashioned forms of respect. Our father is working with a 
theory about the fifth dimension and the tesseract . . .
Ah. Adnarel nodded. Did he send you?
No, uh, no, we
We?
Dennys. my twin brother, and I. It was our fault. I mean, we have never before 
done anything so incredibly stupid as to mess with anything of Dads when an 
experiment was in progress, except we didnt realize that an experiment was in 
progress.
Where is Dennys?
Oh, please Sandy implored.
Grandfather Lamech explained, The brother, the Dennys, went out with a unicorn, 
and has evidently been called back elsewhere. Japheth is looking for him.
The seraph listened gravely, nodding at what Sandy felt was an insufficient and 
unclear explanation. Fear not, Adnarel said to Sandy. Your brother will be 
returned.  Meanwhile, Grandfather Lamech and Higgaion are doing the best thing 
for you, in keeping your skin moistened. From a pocket deep in his gown he took 
out what looked like a handful of herbs and dropped them into the water jar. 
This will help the healing. He smiled. It is good that you have at least some 
knowledge of the Old Language.
But I dont Sandy started.
You have been able to understand, and talk with, first Japheth, and now 
Grandfather Lamech, have you not?
Well. Yes. I guess so 
Perhaps the gift has been awakened because you have not had time to think. The 
seraphs smile illumined the tent. Adnarel turned from Sandy to Lamech. When 
the cool of night comes, wrap him in this. And the seraph took off his own 
creamy robe. His wings were visible now, as golden and shining as his long hair. 
He gave an effect of sunniness in the dark tent, lit only by the oil lamp. The 
animal skins are too rough for his burned flesh. I wilt come by in the morning 
to see how he is doing. Meanwhile, I will check on Japheth and see if he has 
found the brother.
As Adnarel talked, Sandy felt his eyes dose. Japheth was looking for Dennys. 
Adnarel was going to help him. Sureiy, if the seraph was involved, then 
everything would be all right.
His thoughts drifted off into soft darkness.
3  Japheths sister Yalith 
When Yalith left her grandfathers tent, she hurried toward home, near the 
center of the oasis. At her side she had a small pouch of darts, similar to 
Japheths, but instead of the miniature bow she carried a small blowpipe. The 
arrows were tipped with a solution which would temporarily stun but not kill a 
predator, even one as large as the manticore. The manticores were strong and 
bad-tempered, but not intelligent or brave. She feared the manticores less than 
she feared some of the young men in the town, and she kept a dart in her hand in 
case she needed it.
After leaving the grazing grounds around Lamechs tent, she walked through one 
of his groves that led her onto the desert of white sand lapping against brown 
grasses.  Wherever there were not enough wells to provide for irrigation, the 
desert took over. But she preferred walking across the desert to the dusty, 
dirty paths of the oasis. Stars were bright against the velvet black of sky. At 
her feet, a late beetle hustled to burrow itself under the sand until morning. 
To her right, high in the trees of Lamechs groves, the baboons were chittering 
sleepily.
She looked toward the horizon, and on an outcropping of rock similar to the one 
the earthquake had made when Sandy and Dennys met Japheth and the mammoth 
Higgaion, she saw the shadow of a supine form. She looked to make sure it was a 
lion, then called softly, Aariel!
The creature rose slowly, languidly, and then leapt down from the rock and loped 
toward her, and she saw that she had been deceived in the starlight, for it was 
not a lion but one of the great desert lizards, called dragons by most people, 
although its wings were atrophied and it could not fly.
She stood frozen with anxiety on the starlit sand, her hand holding one of the 
tiny arrows. As the lizard neared her, it rose straight upward to a height of at 
least six feet, and suddenly arms were outstretched above the head; the tail 
forked into two legs, and a man came running toward her, a man of extraordinary 
beauty, with alabaster-white skin and wings of brilliant purple. His long hair 
was black with purple glints, and his eyes were the color of amethysts.
You called me, lovely one? He bent down toward her tenderly, a questioning 
smile on his lips, which were deeply rosy in his white face.
No, no, she stammered. Not you. I thoughtI thought you were Aariel.
No. I am Eblis, not Aariel. And you called, and here I am, his voice soothed, 
at your service. Is there anything you want?
Oh, no, thank you, no.
No baubles for your ears, your lovely little neck?
Oh, no, thank you, no, she repeated. Her sisters would think her stupid for 
refusing his offer. The nephilim were generous. This nephil could give her 
everything he had offered, and more.
And all of a sudden you have changed, he said. You were a child, and now you 
are not a child any longer.
Instinctively, she folded her hands across her breasts, stammering. B-but, I am 
a child. Im not nearly a hundred years old yet. . .
He reached out one long, pale hand and softly pushed her starlit hair back from 
her forehead. Do not be afraid of growing up. There are many pleasures ahead 
for you to taste, and I would help you to enjoy them all.
You? She looked, startled, at the glorious creature by her, light shimmering 
like water from the purple wings.  
I, sweet little one, I, Eblis, of the nephilim. No nephil had paid attention 
to her before. She was too young. Then she saw, in her minds eye, the strange 
young giant in her grandfathers tent. She was no longer a child.  She did not 
react to the young giant as a child.
There are many changes to come, Eblis said, and you will need help.
Her eyes widened. Changes? What kind of changes?
People are living too long. El is going to cut the life span back. How old is 
your father?
He must be, oh, close to six hundred years. Middle-aged. She looked at her 
fingers. Ten. That was really as far as she could count accurately-
And your Grandfather Lamech?
Lets see. He was very young when he had my father, not quite two hundred years 
old. He, too, has lived for very long. His father, Methuselah, my 
great-grandfather, lived for nine hundred and sixty-nine years- And his father 
was Enoch, who walked with El, and lived three hundred and sixty and five years, 
and then El took him Involved in the great chronologies of her fathers, she 
was not prepared for him to unfurl his great wings and gather her in, enveloping 
her in great swirls of purple touched with brilliance as with stars. She gasped 
in surprise.
He laughed softly. Oh, little one, little innocent one, how much you have to 
learn, about mens ways, and about Els ways, which are not mens ways. Will you 
let me teach you?
To be taught by a nephil was an honor she had never expected. She was not sure 
why she was hesitant.  She breathed in the strange odor of his wings, smelling 
of stone, of the cold, dark winds which came during the few brief weeks of 
winter.
Enveloped in Ebliss wings, she did not hear the rhythmic thud as a great lion 
galloped toward them across the desert, roaring as it neared them. Then both 
Yalith and Eblis turned and saw the lion rising to its hind legs, as the lizard 
had done, leaping up into the sky, a great, tawny body with creamy wings, 
gilt-tipped, unfurling and stretching to a vast span. The great amber eyes 
blazed.
Eblis removed his wings from around Yalith, hunched them behind his back. Why 
this untoward interruption, Aariel?
I ask you to leave Yalith alone.
Whats it to you? The daughters of men mean nothing to the seraphim. Eblis 
smiled down at Yalith, stroking his long fingers delicately across her burnished 
hair.
 No? Aariels voice was low.
No, seraph. A nephil may go to a daughter of man. A nephil understands 
pleasure. He touched a fingertip to Yaliths lips. I would teach you, 
sweeting. I think you would like what I can give you. I will leave you now to 
Aariels tender ministries. But I will see you again. He turned away from them, 
toward the desert, and his nephil form dropped into that of the great 
dragon/lizard. He loped away into the shadows.
Yalith said, Aariel, I dont understand. I thought I saw you on the rock. I was 
sure it was you, and I called, and then it wasnt you, it was Eblis.
The nephilim are masters of mimicry. He wanted you to think it was I. I beg 
you, little one, be cautious.
Her eyes were troubled. He was very kind to me.
Aariel put his hand under her chin and looked into her eyes, clear and still 
childlike. Who would not be kind to you? Are you on your way somewhere?
Home. I took Grandfather Lamech his night-light. But, oh, Aariel, there is a 
strange young giant in Grandfather Lamechs tent. Japheth carried him there. He 
has a terrible sunburn. He cant be from anywhere around here.  He says he is 
not a giant, and I have never seen anyone like him. He is as tall as you are, 
and his body is not hairy, it is smooth like yours, like the nephilim, and his 
skin, where it wasnt burned red, was pale.  Not white, like the skin of the 
nephilim, but pale and tender, like a babys.
You seem to have observed him carefully, Aariel said.
Theres never been anyone like him on the oasis before. She flushed, turned 
slightly away.
Aariel asked, What is being done for his burn? Does he have fever?
Yes. Higgaion is keeping him sprayed with cool water, and they are going to ask 
a seraph what to do for him.
Adnarel?
Yes. The scarab beetle.
Good.
He is not one of you, this young giant, and he is not one of the nephilim. 
Their skin burns white and whiter in the sun, like white ash when the fire has 
burned fiercely in the winter weeks.
The creamy wings trembled, the golden tips shimmering in the starlight. If his 
skin burns, he is not of the nephilim.
Nor of you.
Does he have wings?
No. In that, he is like a human. He seemed very young, though he is as long as 
you, and thin.
Did you observe his eyes?
She did not notice the twinkle in his own. Grey. Nice eyes, Aariel. Steady. Not 
burning, likenot giving out light, like yours. More like human eyes, mine, and 
my parents and brothers and sisters.
Aariel touched her gently on the shoulder. Go on home, child. Do not fear to 
cross the oasis. I will see that you are not harmed.
You and Eblis. Thank you. Like a child, she held her face up for a kiss, and 
Aariel leaned down and pressed his lips gently against hers. You will not be a 
child much longer.
 I know ...
He touched her lips again, lightly, and a moment later a large lion was running 
lightly across the desert.
Yalith turned onto a sandy path through a field of barley. At the end of the 
path was a stone road cutting through white buildings of sun-baked clay, low 
buildings, built to withstand the frequent earth tremors. Some of these low 
buildings contained small shops for baked goods, for stone lamps, for oil; there 
were shops with hanging meat, shops with bows and arrows, shops with spears of 
gopher wood. Some entryways were curtained with strands of bright beads, which 
tinkled in the evening breeze.
Out of one of these came a nephil, his arm around a young woman who was gazing 
up at him adoringly, leaning against him so that her rosy breasts touched his 
pale flesh. Her glossy black hair fell down her back, past her hips; and the 
eyes with which she regarded him were the deep blue of lapis lazuli.
Yalith stopped in her cracks. The girl was Mahlah, Yaliths sister, the only 
girl besides Yalich to be in the home tent. Their two older sisters were married 
and lived in another part of the oasis with their husbands. Mahlah had been away 
from the home tent a great deal lately. Now Yalith knew where she had been.
Mahlah saw her younger sister and smiled.
The nephil smiled, too, graciously acknowledging Yalith.
Before they came out of the shadows, Yalith thought he was Eblis, with a sense 
of shock and betrayal. But in the full starlight she could see that his wings 
were much lighter, a delicate lavender. She could not tell what color his long 
hair was, but it, coo, was lighter, and seemed to have an orange glow. He had a 
sinuous, snake-like curve to his neck, and hooded eyes. He smiled again, 
tenderly. Mahlah will stay with me this night. You will let your mother know.
Yalith blurted out, Oh, but she will worry. We are not allowed to stay out at 
night...
Mahlah laughed joyously. Ugiel has chosen me! I am his betrothed!
Yalith gasped. But does Mother know?
Not yet. You tell her, little sister.
But shouldnt you tell her yourself? You and
Ugiel.
But shouldnt you
Mahlahs laugh pealed again, like little bells. The old ways are changing, 
little sister. This night I meet Ugiels brethren.
The nephil stretched a soft wing about Mahlah. Yes, little sister. The old ways 
are changing. Go and tell your mother.
Yalith turned, and they watched her go, fingers waving at her in farewell. At 
the end of the street she heard foot-steps and turned to see a young man 
following her. She reached for a dart and put it in her blowpipe, but he 
disappeared around the corner of a building.
The low white buildings gave way to tents, each tent surrounded by the land of 
the dweller, at first the small plots of the shopkeepers, then groves and 
fields, sometimes many acres. Along the path she saw sheep, goats, camels 
grazing. Grapes were ripe on the vines.
Her fathers tent was a large one, flanked by several smaller tents. She hurried 
into the main tent, calling out to her mother.
 
 
It was the smell that brought Dennys back to consciousness. His nostrils 
twitched. His stomach heaved. There was a smell of cooking, smoky, rancid. A 
smell worse than the rotten-cheese smell of silage which clung to the farm-hands 
near home. A smell far stronger than that of the manure spread on the fields in 
the spring; that was a fresh, growing smell. This was old manure, rotting. A 
smell that made the urinals in the lavatories at school seem sweet-And over it 
all, but not covering it, a cloying smell of per-fume and sweat, body sweat 
which had never been near a shower.
He opened his eyes.
He was in an enclosed space, lit by the moonlight pouring in through a hole in 
what seemed to be some kind of curved roof, and by the equally brilliant light 
which poured from a unicorns horn. The silver creature looked around, sniffing, 
pawing the dirty earthen floor. At its feet, a mammoth cringed.
Dennys almost cried out, Higgaion! But this mammoth was not the one who had 
accompanied Japheth. This mammoth had matted fur on its flanks, and it was so 
thin that the skeleton showed through. Its eyes were dulled  and it seemed to be 
apologizing to the unicorn.
Staring at the unicorn, still unaware of Dennys, were several small people. But, 
just as the mammoth was unlike Higgaion, so these people were unlike Japheth. 
They smelled. The mens bodies were hairy, giving them a simian look. Their 
goatskin loincloths were not clean.  There were two full-bearded men, and two 
women, naked except for the loincloths. Both the women had red hair, and the 
younger womans hair was so vivid it almost seemed like flame, and some care had 
been taken with it.  The older woman was wrinkled and discontented-looking.
The unicorns light flashed against the younger womans green eyes, making them 
sparkle like emeralds. You see! she cried triumphantly. I knew our mammoth 
could call us a unicorn!
The light in the horn dimmed.
The younger of the two men, who had matted brown hair and a red beard unkempt 
and spotted with food, snarled at the girl. And now, dear sister Tiglah, that 
we have a unicorn in the tent, what do you want of it?
The girl approached the unicorn, her hand held out as though to pet it. The horn 
blazed with blinding brilliance, and then the tent was dark so suddenly that it 
took several seconds for Dennyss eyes to adjust to the moonlight coming through 
the hole in the roof.
The men roared with laughter. Ho, Tiglah, you thought you could fool us, didnt 
you?
Even the older woman was laughing. Then she saw Dennys, who was struggling to 
his knees. Great auk, what have we here?
The redheaded girl gasped. A giant!
The older, bowlegged man approached Dennys. He held a spear, and Dennys, gagging 
from the stench in the tent, felt an overriding surge of fear. The man nudged 
him with the spear, so that he fell back onto a pile of filthy skins.
The man flipped him over, using the spear, which scratched but did not cut him. 
He felt the tip of the spear as it was drawn lightly along his shoulder blades.
Is this one yours, Tiglah? the younger man asked. I thought you were seeing a 
nephil.
Tiglah looked curiously at Dennys. Hes no nephil.
The older woman stared. If hes a giant, hes a baby giant. He cant hurt us.
What will we do with him? Tiglah asked.
The brown, hairy man withdrew his spear Throw him out. His voice held no 
particular malice. Dennys was just a thing, to be disposed of. He felt two pairs 
of hands lifting him, as the younger man helped his father. The mammoth 
whimpered, and the older woman kicked at him.  Certainly, Dennys thought, 
anything would be better than this horrible-smelling place full of horrible 
little people.
There was a brief whiff of fresh air. A glimpse of a night sky crusted with 
stars. A smoky redness on the horizon, like the light from some enormous 
industrial city. Then he felt himself being flung, thrown, like offal. He felt 
him-self rolling down a steep incline. He gagged. Vomited. He had been thrown 
into what was evidently a garbage dump.  It was even worse than wherever he had 
been before.
He managed to pull himself up onto his knees. He was in some kind of pit. There 
was an overwhelming stench of feces, of rotting flesh. He did not know what else 
was in the pit with him, and he did not want to know. Frantically he scrambled 
up the side, climbing, slipping on bones, on ooze, on decaying filth, sliding 
back, climbing, sliding, slipping, scrabbling, until at last he pulled himself 
out and up onto his feet and stood there tottering, filthy and terrified.
There was no sign of Sandy. No sign of the unicorn. Or of Japheth and Higgaion. 
He had no idea where he was.  He looked around. He was standing on a dirt path 
which bordered the pit. Beside it was his rolled-up bundle o clothes. On the 
other side of the path were a number of tents. He had seen pictures of bedouin 
tents in his social-studies books at school. These were similar, though they 
seemed smaller and more closely clustered. It was probably from one of these 
tents that he had been thrown.  Beyond the tents were palm trees, and he 
staggered toward these.
He needed to shower. Did he ever need to shower! He carried with him the smell 
of the pit. He ran, barely keeping himself upright, to the grove of palms. 
Beyond these he could see white. White sand. The desert. If he could only reach 
the desert, he could roll in the moon-washed sand and get clean.
Sandy! he called, but there was no Sandy. Jay! Jay! But no small, kind young 
man appeared. Higgaion! He shuddered. If he never saw any human being again, 
he would not go back to the tent where he had been poked at with a spear, and 
from which he had been thrown, like garbage.
Racing, he was suddenly out of the grove of palms and sliding in sand. He fell 
down, rolled and rolled, then picked up handsful of sand and rubbed it over 
himself, wiping off the slime and filth of the pit. He pulled off his turtleneck 
and flung it away. Rolled again in sand. His underclothes were filthy from the 
pit and he tore them off, flinging them after the turtleneck. He did not even 
realize that he was scraping off his own sunburned skin, so eager was he to get 
clean. The sand was cool under the daisy field of stars, and he took off his 
sneakers and socks, flinging them after his clothes. They would never be clean 
again. He rubbed more sand on his feet, his ankles, his legs, not even realizing 
that he was sobbing like a small child.
After a while, from sheer exhaustion, he calmed down.  Began to assess his 
situation. He was badly sunburned. He had made it worse by scouring himself with 
sand. He was shivering, but it was not from cold; it was from fever.
He sat there, naked as Adam, on the white desert, his back to the oasis. The not 
yet full moon was sliding down Coward the horizon. Above him, there were more 
stars than he had ever seen before. Ahead of him was that strange reddish glow, 
and then he saw that it came from a mountain, the tallest in a range of 
mountains on the far horizon. Of course. If he and Sandy had somehow or other 
blown themselves onto a young planet in some galaxy or other, naturally 
volcanoes would still be active.
How active? He hoped he wouldnt find out.  At home the hills were low; old 
hills, worn down by wind and rain, by the passing of the glaciers, by eons of 
time. Home. He began to sob again.
With a great effort, he calmed himself. He and Sandy were the practical ones of 
the family, the ones who found solutions to problems. They could do minor 
repairs when the plumbing misbehaved. They could rewire an old lamp and make it 
work again. Their mothers reading lamp in the lab was one they had bought at a 
church bazaar and made over for her. Their large vegetable garden in the summer 
was their pride and joy, and they sold enough of their produce to augment their 
allowances considerably.  They could do anything. Anything.
Even believe in unicorns. He thought of the unicorn.  The unicorn he had come to 
think of as a virtual unicorn, and who had, somehow or other, brought him to 
that tent of horrible, primitive little people who had thrown him into the pit. 
The sad, undernourished mammoth evidently had called the unicorn, and Dennys had 
been called back into being, too. But the unicorn had gone out in a blaze of 
light. A unicorn, even a virtual one, evidently could not stand the smell.
All right. If he thought that a unicorn couldnt stand the ugliness of the 
smell, it must mean that he believed in unicorns. Virtually.
Of course there were no unicorns. But neither was it possible that he and Sandy, 
tapping into their fathers partly programmed experiment, could have been flung 
to wherever in the universe they were, on a backward planet of primitive life 
forms. Again he looked around. The stars were so clear that he seemed to hear a 
chiming of crystal.  From the mountain came a wisp of smoke, a small tongue of 
fire.
Oh, virtual unicorn! he cried. I want to believe in you, and if you dont 
come, I will die. He felt something cool and soft nudging his bare body, and 
there was the scraggly little mammoth, touching him tentatively with the pink 
tip of its long grey trunk And then a burst of silver blazed in front of him, 
and was reduced to a shimmer. A unicorn knell before him on the sand. Dennys did 
not have the strength to mount the unicorn and sit astride. He gave the mammoth 
a look of mute gratitude, then draped himself over the unicorns back. He closed 
his eyes. He was burning with fever. He would burn the unicorn. He felt that 
they were exploding like the volcano. 
 
Mahlah, Yaliths sister, betrothed to Ugiel the nephil, lay on a small rock 
ledge, ten minutes walk into the desert. Her heart beat rapidly with excitement 
Ugiel had brought her to the rock, covered her with kisses, and then told her to 
wait until he returned with his brethren to seal their betrothal
She heard the beating of wings and looked up, catching her breath. Above her a 
pelican, white against the night sky, flew in circles which grew smaller as it 
descended It touched the ground and raised its great wings until they seemed to 
brush the stars, and there was no longer a pelican in front of Mahlah but a 
seraph, with wings and hair streaming silver in the desert wind, and eyes as 
bright as stars.
Mahlah scrambled to her feet, letting her long black hair swirl about her. 
Aland
The seraph took her hand, looking down into her eyes Are we really losing you?
She withdrew her hands, dropping her gaze, laughing a small, self-conscious 
laugh Losing me? What do you mean?
 Is it true that you and Ugiel
Yes, it is true, she said proudly Be happy for me, Aland. Ugiel is still your 
brother, is he not?
Aland dropped to one knee, so that he no longer towered over her Yes, we are 
still brothers, though we have chosen very different ways 
And youre sure yours is the better way? There was scorn in Mahlahs voice.
Aland shook his head sadly We do not judge. The seraphim have chosen to stay 
close to the Presence.
But youre too close to be able to see it.  The nephihm have distance and 
objectivity.  He looked at her, and her glance wavered for a moment Yes. Ugiel 
told me that
Aland rose slowly to his full height. With one silver wing he drew her briefly 
to him, and she smelled starlight.  Then he let her go You will not forget us?
How could I forget you  she exclaimed You have been my friend since Yalith 
took me out to greet the dawn and I met you and Aanel 
You have not greeted the dawn lately.
OhI am learning about the night 
Aland bent down and kissed the top of her dark head. Then he walked slowly 
across the desert. Tears fell silently onto the sand.
Mahlah looked down. When she raised her head, she saw a pelican flying up, up, 
to be lost among the stars.
 
Yalith hurried into her family tent Mahlah is betrothed to one of the nephihm1
No one heeded her. Her parents, brothers, and sisters-in-law were lying around 
on goatskins, eating, and drinking wine her father had made from the early 
grapes.  Several stone lamps lit the tent with a warm glow; too warm, Yalith 
thought. Almost no breeze came through the open tent flap, or the roof hole. The 
moon was descending, and only stars were visible. She looked around for Japheth, 
her favorite brother, but did not see him. Probably he was still out looking for 
the brother of the young giant in her grandfathers tent.
Her mother was stirring something in a wooden bowl, intent on what she was 
doing. A mammoth, well fed, with lustrous long hair on its flanks, lay sleeping 
at her feet.
Someone had been sick, probably Ham, who had a weak stomach, and the smell of 
Hams sickness mingled with the smell of wine, of meat from the stewpot, of the 
skins of the tent. Yalith was accustomed to all these odors, and noticed only 
that Ham was lying back on a pile of skins, looking pale. Ham was, in any event, 
the lightest-skinned in the family, and the smallest, having been, according to 
Matred, born a full moon early. Anah, his red-haired wife, knelt by him, 
offering him wine. Languidly he pushed it away, then pulled Anah down to him, 
kissing her full, sensual mouth.
Yalith went up to Matred, her mother. Repeated:
Mahlah is betrothed.
Matred looked up briefly. Shes not old enough.
Oh, Mother, of course she is. And she is.
Old enough? Matred was preoccupied with what she was doing.
 Betrothed.
Who is it this time?
Its not one of us. Its one of the nephilim.
Matred shivered, but went on stirring, without focus.  Mahlah has changed. She 
is no longer my merry little girl who was satisfied to see a butterfly, or a 
drop of dew on a spiders web. She is no longer satisfied to be with us in the 
home tent. A tear dropped into the bowl.
Yalith patted her mothers arm. Shes grown up, Mother.
So have you. But you dont go chasing about the oasis at night. You dont run 
after nephihm.
Maybe the nephil ran after her?
Shes pretty enough. But it is not right for me to hear something like this at 
secondhand. That is not how things are done. That is not how my daughter 
behaves.
Im sorry, Yalith said uncomfortably. I was walking home from Grandfather 
Lamechs, and I saw them, Mahlah and a nephil. His name is Ugiel. He asked me to 
tell you, so that you would not be worried.
Worried! Maned exclaimed- Just dont tell your father, thats all.  Whats to 
prevent this Lgh
Ugiel.
This nephil from coming himself, with Mahlah, to tell me and your father, 
according to the custom.
Yalith frowned worriedly. He said that times are changing. Eblis had said 
that, too. She felt a jolt of insecurity in the pit of her stomach. She did not 
tell her mother about Eblis.
Matred put down her wooden spoon with a bang. There are many who think it an 
honor to be noticed by a nephil and accept their ways. AnahMatred looked 
across at her son Hams wife, redheaded, still luscious, but beginning to be 
overblownAnah tells me that her younger sister, Tiglah, is being singled out 
by a nephil for marriage.  Anah is thrilled.
But youre not.
Tiglah is not my daughter. Mahlah is. Matred turned away. Child, I am not 
star-dazzled by the nephilim. They are very different from us.
They are beautiful
Beautiful, yes. But they will make changes, and not all changes are good.
I dont want things to change, Yalith thought- And then, in her minds eye, she 
saw again the young giant who had bowed to her in Grandfather Lamechs tent, and 
who was unlike anybody she had ever seen.
  
Matred continued: Change is, I suppose, inevitable, and sometimes it brings 
good things. She looked across the tent to her oldest son, Shem, who was 
sitting with his wife, Elisheba, eating some of the grapes from the vineyard 
which were not pressed for wine but kept for the table. Shem was pulling one 
grape at a time from the bunch, and throwing it to Elisheba. She would catch 
each grape in her open mouth and they would both laugh with pleasure at this 
simple, sensual game. It seemed amazingly young and romantic for this stocky, 
solid couple. Elisheba is a great help to me. And then, Japheths wife
Yalith looked to where a young woman with softly curling black hair against 
creamy skin was scouring a wooden bowl with sand. The young woman looked up and 
waved in greeting. Matred said, She comes to us from another oasis, and with a 
strange name.
0-holi-bamah. Yalith sounded it out.
Look at her, Matred commanded.
Yalith looked again at her sister-in-law. Oholibamah was fairer of complexion 
than Yalith or the other women, even fairer than Ham. Her hair and brows were 
blacker than the night sky, a rippling, purply black. When Ohotibamah stood, she 
was nearly a head taller than the other women.  And beautiful. She always seemed 
lit by moonlight, Yalith thought. What about her? she asked her mother.
Look at her, child. Look at her.
Yalith was shocked. You mean you think she
Matred shrugged slightly. She is the youngest daughter of a very old man. She 
held up the fingers of both hands.  More than ten years younger than her 
brothers and sisters. I love Oholibamah as though she were my own. And if 
Oholibamah was indeed sired by a nephil, then great good has been brought into 
our lives.
Yalith looked at Oholibamah as though seeing her for the first time. After 
Yalith and Mahlah, Oholibamah was the youngest woman in the tent, younger by 
several years than Elisheba, Shems wife, or Anah, Hams wife. All three of 
Yaliths brothers had married at unusually young ages, and all three had 
grumbled at having to take on domestic duties so soon. Shem had protested, But 
we are too young to marry. Im the oldest, and Ive barely reached my first 
hundred years.
His father had replied, There is a certain urgency, my son.
Why? And how will you find wives for us when we are so young?
You are fine-looking men, the patriarch assured him.
Ham had joined in. But why the rush, Father? What is this urgency you speak 
of?
The patriarch pulled at his long beard, which was beginning to show white. 
Yesterday, when I was working in the vineyard, the Voice spoke to me. El told 
me that I must find wives for you.
But why? Ham protested. Were young, and we need time.
There are changes, great changes coming, the patriarch said.
Is the volcano going to erupt? Shem asked.
If the volcano erupts, Ham said, wives wont do us any good.
Their father told them only that the word of El had come to him in the vineyard, 
and that El had given no explanation.
Elisheba and Anah were easily found for Shem and Ham. The patriarch had a 
reputation as an honest man.  He had the largest and best vineyards on the 
oasis, and fine flocks of goats and sheep. The fame of his wine had spread to 
many other oases round about. Matred was a woman of unquestionable virtue and 
beauty, and her girth attested to her skills as a cook. It was a privilege to 
marry into her tent.
Japheth was young enough so that no one stepped forward. His face was still 
smooth and beardless. His body hair was no more than soft down. His eyes were 
friendly and guileless. But he was on the threshold of manhood.  His father went 
off on his camel one day, and came back with Oholibamah.
Japheth had been at the well, getting water for the animals, when he saw a young 
girl on a white camel, a young girl of fair complexion, with dark hair tumbling 
richly against her ivory shoulders. His eyes met Oholibamahs eyes, dark as the 
night sky between stars, and his knees became fluid. She slid off the white 
camels back and came toward him, slender hands outstretched. Their love was a 
bright flower, youthful, and radiantly beautiful.
Oholibamah. 0-holy-bamah. A name as strange as her moonlit beauty. But soon it 
flowed easily from their lips.
Oholibamah was Yaliths first real friend. They were not far apart in age, both 
of them barely out of childhood and into womanhood. They were alike, too, in 
their un-likeness to the others. They saw and rejoiced in what most people of 
the oasis never noticed. Both liked to leave the tent at first dawn to watch and 
wait for the sun to rise over the desert, delighting in the calling of the stars 
just before daylight. It was during one of her dawn walks that Yalith had met 
the great lion who was the seraph Aariel, and on another walk, when she had 
persuaded Mahlah to join her, that she had introduced Aariel and Alarid the 
pelican to her sister. But once Oholibamah came, Mahlah preferred to sleep in 
the morning.
So Yalith and her youngest sister-in-law would slip out quietly. When the great 
red disk of day pulled above the white sand, and the stars dimmed and their 
songs faded out, scarab beetles who had slept under the sand during the hours of 
the dark came scuttling up into the light. At the edge of the oasis, the baboons 
leapt from the trees, clapping their hands and shrieking for joy at the rising 
of the sun. Behind them on the oasis the cock crowed, and in the desert the 
lions roared their early-morning roar before retreating to their caves to sleep 
during the heat of the day. Yalith and Oholibamah shared a silent and joyful 
companionship.
Now, in the warm and noisy tent, Oholibamah beckoned to Yalith. Have you 
eaten?
No. Yalith shook her head. I meant to eat with Grandfather, but 1 forgot all 
about food because there was a strange young
Ham interrupted her, calling out from the pile of skins on which he was 
reclining. I have a headache, Oholi. I need you.
Oholibamah said sharply, Let Anah rub your head. She is your wife.
Her fingers do not have the touch that yours do. And, indeed, Oholibamah had a 
reputation for having healing in her fingers.
She was still sharp. If you dont want a headache, dont eat and drink too 
much. She turned away and went to the cook pot, ladled some stew into a wooden 
bowl, and handed it to Yalith. The mammoth left Matred and came and nudged 
Yaliths knee.
No, Selah, Yalith scolded. You know I wont give you anything more to eat. 
Youre getting fat. She deftly picked pieces of meat and vegetable from the 
bowl and ate them, then raised it to her lips to drink the broth. It tasted 
wonderful, and she realized that she was very hungry.
Beside her, Oholibamah sighed.
Whats the matter? Yalith asked.
The mammoth moved to the older girl, who scratched its grey head. I was walking 
through the town this morning. We needed some provisions. One of the nephilim 
came out of one of the bathhouses, smelling of oil and spices, and stood in my 
path. She paused.
And? Yalith prodded.
He said that I was one of them, one of their daughters.
Yalith glanced at her mother, then back at Oholibamah.  Thought of Eblis and his 
glorious purple wings. Would that be so terrible?
It is absurd. I love my parents. I love my father.
Yalith had never seen Oholibamahs parents. And how would she herself feel if 
someone suggested that her father was not, in fact, her father? But now that 
Matred had put the thought in her mind, it was easy to believe that Oholibamah 
had been sired by a nephil. She had gifts of healing. Ham was right about that. 
Her voice when she sang was beautiful as a birds. She saw things no one else 
saw.
But then, Yalith reminded herself, she, too, was different, the seventh child of 
her parents, and she knew quite well who her parents were, and that they had 
been disappointed when they had had a fourth daughter instead of a fourth son.
Did you hear me saying that Mahlah is betrothed to a nephil? she asked 
Oholibamah.
Yes, I heard. Mahlah likes pretty things. The wives of the nephilim live in 
houses of stone and clay, not in tents.  Im sure Mahlah feels proud to have 
been chosen.
What do you think about it? Yalith asked.
Im not sure. Im not sure what I think about the nephilim. Especially if She 
broke off.
And the seraphim? Yalith asked.
Im not sure what I think about them, either. Oholibamah pressed her fingers 
against her ears as Ham started to shout.
For a small man, he had a powerful voice. Selah, come here! If Oholibamah wont 
help me, then I need a unicorn!
Anah said crossly, You know a unicorn cant come near you.
It doesnt have to come near, Ham grunted. They can cast their light from any 
distance. Its only the light I need.
Anah muttered, You need more than that.
Yalith! You can call a unicorn. Or Selah! Call me a unicorn!
A sudden flash of light made them all blink. It was as though lightning had 
somehow managed to get inside the heavy hides of the tent, perhaps flashing down 
through the roof hole.
Getaway! Ham cried. Who are you!
He was not referring to the unicorn, which stood glimmering in the tent. On the 
skins right by Ham lay a very young man, with raw, sunburned skin, and eyes 
glazed with fever.
Matred peered down at the boy. How did he get here? Ham, is he a friend of 
yours?
Ham looked totally bewildered. Ive never seen him before.
What is he? Shem demanded.
The patriarch, who had been chewing on a mutton bone, looked at the boy. 
Another kind of giant, he said disgustedly.
Oholibamah said, Whoever he is, give him air. Dont crowd around. Look, he has 
sun fever. Oh my, he looks terrible.
Elisheba, Shems wife, peered at the boy. If hes a giant, hes a very young 
one.
Yalith managed to push between Matred and Oholibamah so that she could see. She 
shrieked, Its my young giant!
Whats that, daughter? Matred asked. Youve seen him before?
In Grandfathers tent, when I took him his night-light.                        
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The patriarch scowled. If my father, Lamech, doesnt want a giant in his tent, 
why should I have him in mine?
Oh, please. Father, Yalith begged.
Youve really seen him before? Oholibamah asked.
When I brought Grandfather Lamech his night-light, Yalith repeated, there was 
this young, sunburned giant in his tent. She looked at the fevered young man. 
Im not sure this is ... Wheres Japheth?
The tent flap was pushed aside, and Japheth came in.
Why, here I am, looking for a unicorn and
Selah raised her trunk and trumpeted.
Why! Japheth exclaimed. Ive been looking all over the oasis and theres one 
right here! Andso is the Den, the one Ive been looking fort He dropped to his 
knees.
Great auk. Is he alive?
Oholibamah ordered, Move back, all of you. She put her hand against Dennyss 
bare chest. Hes alive, but hes burning with fever.
Anah moved back slightly, pushing her red hair away from her face with a dirty 
hand. Is he a seraph or a nephil?
Yalith shook her head. He doesnt have wings. Oh. Japheth, Im glad youre 
back. He is the other one, isnt he, the one you were looking for?
Yes, Japheth said. But he looks burned nearly to death.
Oholibamah pressed her hand against the reddened forehead, wincing at the heat 
of it, turning to look for the unicorn, who had almost dimmed out of being. 
Unicorn, can you help?
The unicorns outline sharpened, and it bent toward the flushed boy, and light 
flowed from its forehead, cooling the burning skin.
Ham pushed up from his pelts and blundered toward the unicorn. Me. I need help. 
I feel sick. Help me. His fair hair was stringy with sweat. The even lighter 
hair on his chest held drops of moisture.
Again there was a flash of light, and when they could see again, the unicorn had 
disappeared.
Idiot. Anahs green eyes sparked. You know you cant get near a unicorn.
Meanwhile, the patriarch said, how are we going to get rid of this half-baked 
giant?
 My dear, Matred protested, surely we should show him some hospitality.
My good father, Lamech, evidently threw him out of his tent, her husband 
retorted.
No, Father! Yalith protested. You dont understand!  There are two giants, 
and Grandfather has the other one in his tent and is taking care of him.
I dont know what youre talking about, her father said. How can there be two 
of these peculiar giants?
Oh, Father, if only youd go to see Grandfather Lamech!
I will have nothing to do with coddling the old man.  Or his strange giants. We 
have enough troubles without sick giants being added to them.
Yalich knelt beside Oholibamah and looked at the boy, who lay breathing 
shallowly, eyelids twitching slightly.  Yalith reached out a tentative finger 
and touched the boys flushed cheek. Youre not Sand? Youre his brother?
The reddened eyelids opened slightly. Dennys.  Dennys. Then the boy flung his 
arm over his face, as though to ward off a blow. His limbs began to shake 
convulsively.
Whats happened? Japheth demanded. Somebodys hurt him. And he doesnt 
recognize me.
Hes afraid! Elishebas voice was shocked.
Shem protested. Surely Grandfather Lamech couldnt have hit him!
Never, Japheth defended swiftly.
Not Grandfather! Yalith spoke at the same time.
El! His skin is rubbed raw! Oholibamah exclaimed.
 Someone between Grandfather Lamechs tent and here has hurt him.
Matred bent close, asking softly, Who could have done this? Even to a deformed 
giant?
Japheth asked, Dennys?
Dennys, the boy moaned.
Where have you been? Did someone call you and the unicorn back into being? Who 
was it?
Oholibamah touched her husbands hand. Selah called a unicorn, and suddenly 
this wounded giant was here.
But hes been somewhere else on the oasis. Japheth took his wifes hand and 
pressed it against his cheek. And he has been abused. Hes barely conscious. 
This is terrible.
Anah peered over Yaliths shoulder. Are you sure hes human?
Japheth frowned. They said they are twins, but I think twins is human.
The patriarch murmured, What with the winged creatures around, sleeping with 
the daughters of men, it is hard to know anymore who is human and who is not. 
He looked at Oholibamah, but not unkindly.
Oholibamah touched Dennyss forehead again, and he opened his eyes and flinched. 
Shh. I will not hurt you. She looked at Yalith and Japheth. The unicorns 
horn has taken away some of his fever, but he is still very hot.  Was it this 
bad when you saw him, Japheth?
Japheth shook his head. He was sun-sick, worse than the Sand, but not like 
this.
The patriarch asked, You say there are two of these giants?
 Two. Exactly alike. I left the one called Sand in Grandfather Lamechs 
tenthe looked rather defensively at his fatherto go look for this one. And 
then, to my surprise, when Id given up for the night, he was here, right in our 
own home tent.
Ham suggested, Weve never seen two look-alikes. We should send someone to 
Grandfather Lamechs tent to make sure theres another one.
You doubt me? Japheth demanded.
Just want to make sure, Ham said.
Less hotly, Japheth said, I found it difficult to believe at first, myself.
Cutting across their conversation, Oholibamah said, We should bathe him with 
water, to try to keep him cool and moist.
Water! Matred exclaimed. Even the mammoths are having difficulty scenting for 
water. But there is plenty of wine.
Not my wine! the patriarch roared. Woman! You have no idea how hard I work in 
the vineyard.
I do, Japheth commented mildly. I work with you.
Oholibamah frowned slightly. I dont think wine will do.
Japheth said, Higgaion sprayed water from Grandfather Lamechs water pot on the 
Sand, and I think it helped. He looked toward Selah, who again was at Matreds 
feet.
Anah glanced out of the corner of her green eyes at pasty Ham, then at Dennyss 
recumbent form. If his skin didnt look like raw meat, hed be quite gorgeous.
Elisheba, Shems wife, stocky and sensible-looking, with thickly curling black 
hair and dark, placid eyes, snorted.  Keep away from him, Anah. You saw that 
the unicorn went right to him. For all his giants size, hes barely more than a 
baby. And hes trembling. Hes frightened.
Matred said fiercely, Whatever, he shall not be ill-treated again.
Yalith looked gratefully at her mother.
Her father snorted. Women. Im always being bullied by women and their good 
works. Matred feeds any lazy beggar who comes to the tent, and Elisheba helps 
her keep the soup pot full.
People do not choose to be poor and hungry, Matred said calmly. We have 
enough, and to spare. Husband, I will not have this young giant abused.
Do what you want with him, the patriarch said. It makes no difference to me, 
as long as Im not bothered about it.
Oholibamah looked at her husband. We shouldnt leave him here. Its too hot and 
crowded. He was near death when the unicorns light touched him, and I think 
hes still very ill.
Listen to Oholi, Ham said. She knows what shes talking about.
For Yalith, no matter what Japheth had said, Dennys was the same young man she 
had seen in her grandfathers tent. She had been afraid of him when she had 
first seen him, and now, this time, it was the young giant who seemed terrified. 
Where can we take him?
Hes just a child, Oholibamah suggested. What about the womens tent?
In Yaliths eyes, Sandy/Dennys was not a child.  Elisheba asked, How near to 
the time of the moon is it for any of us?
Matred, who was the one to keep track of such things, drew her brows together in 
thought, and touched her fingers, counting. Not for a while. Soon he will be 
well enough to sleep here in the big tent. Or he will be dead.
Yalith shuddered. Dont say that. He is our guest. We dont let our guests 
die.
My dear, Matred said. He is badly burned. His skin is raw, as though someone 
has been scraping him, like a carrot.
Perhaps we should call on one of the seraphim?
Japheth suggested.
His mother nodded. Looked at Yalith. Your friend Aariel would come, would he 
not?
I think so, yes. If she had to call Aariel, Yalith would make very certain 
that it was Aariel, not Eblis, though she was not sure why she felt that making 
sick calls was not part of the business of the nephilim.
Elisheba, Matred continued, if you will look into the chest by my sleeping 
skins, you will find some soft linen for him to lie on. The animal skins are too 
rough.
Anah simpered, Mother always knows best, eh, Ham? and moved away.
I will crush some figs and make juice for him to drink.
Matred always felt better when there was something to do.
Oholibaniah pressed her palm against Dennyss forehead again. He is so hot. 
She frowned, as he flinched and moaned, eyes tightly closed.
The patriarch said, If hes going to die on us, get him out of the tent, 
quickly.
Yalith protested, Father!
Japheth reached comfortingly for her hand.
The patriarch said, You will have to learn, daughter, that you cannot nurse 
every broken-winged bird or wounded salamander back to health.
I can try!
Perhaps you make them suffer more that way, her father suggested, than if you 
let them die?
Oh, Father
Now. Matred bustled back. Enough talk. Japheth will help us carry our strange 
little giant to the womens tent. Quick, now!
4 Grandfather Lamech and Grandfather Enoch 
When Dennys opened his eyes and found himself surrounded by little brown people, 
he was terrified. How had he got back into that terrible tent? Surely the 
unicorn wouldnt have returned him to the people who had tossed him out into the 
dung heap. Where was the unicorn?
Brilliant light flared against his closed eyelids, then darkness. He began to 
shiver, uncontrollably, and he felt a hand against his forehead. Cool. Gentle. 
It might almost have been his mothers hand. When he had had flu, only his 
mothers touch could cool him. Mother, he moaned.  Then, like a small child, 
Mommy . . .
A small woman leaned over him, looked at him with twinkly eyes surrounded by a 
crisscrossing of wrinkles. She did not look as though she would throw him into a 
garbage pit.
She moved away, and then two pairs of younger eyes were looking at him. One pair 
was a deep amber, with golden flecks, and belonged to a girl with hair as amber 
as the eyes. Beautiful eyes. Pure. The other girls eyes were black, but a black 
which held light, and wisdom. Wherever he was, it could not be the tent from 
which he had been thrown by the men while the girl with flaming-red hair looked 
on.
Men. He looked around fearfully. There were men there. Spears were stacked 
against the side of the tent. One of the men held a wineskin. They did not seem 
to be threatening.
Then one of the small men came over to him, and smiled down at him, and he felt 
a great wave of relief. It was Japheth.
Jay he whispered through parched lips.
Den! Japheth exclaimed gladly. Oholi, hes coming back to consciousness!
Jay Dennyss teeth were chattering.
Whos hurt you? Japheth asked. Can you tell us?
Dennys closed his eyes again.
Dont bother him with questions now, Oholibamah said.
Dont be afraid. Den, Japheth encouraged. Were not going to let anybody hurt 
you. Japheth bent down to him. Im going to carry you to some place where its 
cool and quiet. Dont be afraid. Japheth picked Dennys up as carefully as 
possible and slung him over his shoulder.
Japheth was the tallest man in the tent; even so, he was so much smaller than 
Dennys that the boys feet dragged on the ground, and he curled his fingers to 
keep them from scraping, too. No wonder in this place he and Sandy were thought 
of as giants. Dennys had a feverish vision of a trip his class had taken to a 
museum, where everybody had been amazed at the exhibition of knights armor. How 
small those knights must have been! The people on this planet where he and Sandy 
had been flung were even smaller than the medieval knights.
His thoughts misted off, as tenuous as the virtual unicorns. The remembrance of 
the field trip to the museum was no more of a dream than his being carried by 
Japheth, who was amazingly strong for so small a man, a short young shepherd 
carrying a lamb. A very small shepherd. Dennyss toes scraped over a rock, and 
he cried out. If he could wake up, if he could shake off the heat of this 
feverish dream, he and Sandy would be in their bunk bed at home.
He opened his eyes, and the stars were brilliant, and he took a gulp of fresh 
air. Then his head brushed against a tent flap, and he felt himself being 
lowered onto something soft but so delicate that he could feel the rough skins 
underneath. He licked his cracked lips and realized that he had a raging thirst. 
Water, Jay, he managed to croak, but could not summon the energy to add, 
please.
The black-eyed girl bent over him and held a wineskin to his lips, and he tasted 
something bitter and sweet at the same time. It stung his throat as he 
swallowed, but at least it was wet.
The black-eyed girl withdrew the skin. We shouldnt give him too much wine.
I forgot the fig juice, the plump, nut-like woman exclaimed. Ill be right 
back.
Dennys heard the pad of bare feet, and the thud of a leather tent flap falling.
He recognizes me now. Japheths voice was troubled.
 I dont think hes afraid of us anymore, the younger girl said, the one with 
amber eyes.
Water Dennys begged.
The amber-eyed girl said, wistfully, Grandfather Lamechs wells still have 
water to spare.
The other girl agreed. I wouldnt mind going to get a pitcherful, but I wish 
Grandfather Lamech did not live at the bottom of the oasis.
Japheth put his arm lovingly about the girl. Ill take one of the camels and 
go. I dont want either of you crossing the oasis at this time of night. Every 
moon, there are more bandits and thieves.
Oh, but be careful, the younger girl begged.
Take my camel, love, the black-haired woman offered. Shes the swiftest, and 
youll be safe on her.
Thank you, Oholibamah, my wife. Japheth leaned to her and kissed her on the 
lips. Dennys, watching through the confusion of headache and fever, thought that 
it was a nice kiss. It was the kind of kiss he had seen his father give his 
mother. A real kiss. If he lived through this, he would like to kiss someone 
like that.
He heard Japheth leave, and closed his eyes, sliding into a fevered sleep. Like 
his virtual unicorn, he seemed to flicker in and out of being. He retreated deep 
within him-self in order to retreat from the flaming pain of his scraped skin. 
He did not know how long he had been unconscious before he became aware of the 
two women speaking softly.
Why wont my father reconcile with Grandfather Lamech? the lighter voice 
asked. I had to beg him for the oil for Grandfathers night-light.
The older girl, the one Japheth had kissed, with an odd name, Oholi something, 
had a voice like velvet. Your father was hurt when Grandfather Lamech insisted 
on staying in his own tent.
But as long as Grandfather can care for himself
Its complicated, the dark voice said. People dont revere old people the way 
they used to. They dont want to listen to their stories.
I love Grandfathers stories!
I, too, Yalith.
Yalith, that was the name of the amber-eyed one. Yalith and Oholi. Dennys was 
vaguely aware of something cool touching his skin, something that numbed the 
pain.
The one called Oholi continued. I always enjoy it when its my turn to take him 
the night-light. And at least your mother feels as we do. Shell always manage 
to get the oil for us to take to him.
When did it change? Yalith asked. People need to sit at the feet of the old 
people and listen. But nowI heard Anah say that her grandfather was put out in 
the desert to die, and his bones were picked clean by vultures.
Oh, El, what are we coming to!
At the trouble in the dark voice, Dennys opened his eyes.
He is still so hot, so hot, Oholi said. I wish we knew who had hurt him.
But what could we do? Yalith asked. What in Els name could we do? People are 
ugly to one another today.  Were we this cruel before the nephilim and the 
seraphim came?
 I dont know.
And who came first?
I dont know, the dark-eyed one repeated. There is much we dont know. Where 
did this young wounded giant come from, for instance?
The other one, Yalith said, the one in Grandfather Lamechs tent, said that 
they came from some kind of Nighted Place.
United States, Dennys corrected automatically. Then Yaliths words registered. 
Where is my brother? 
 Oh, good, hes coming to! Yalith cried. Then said, kindly, to Dennys. Hes 
in my Grandfather Lamechs tent, being cared for by Grandfather and Higgaion. 
Hes sun-struck, too, but not nearly as badly as you are.
The words began to buzz into meaninglessness as Dennys slid back into 
unconsciousness. He knew that the combination of too much sun, of being thrown 
into the pit, of scraping himself with sand, had made him ill. Very ill, indeed. 
This was far worse than when he had flu and a temperature of over 105. Then he 
had antibiotics to fight the fever. Heaven knew what had been in that garbage 
pit. Heaven knew what horrible infection might follow. He thought that he was 
probably dying from overexposure to the sun, and he didnt much mind, except 
that he wished he was at home, on his own planet, rather than here, wherever in 
the universe here was, with these strange small people. He wished he was young 
enough to call out and wake his mother, so that she would come in to him and she 
would wake him from the nightmare and take off the knights helmet that was 
pinching his skull and giving him a terrible headache.
He drifted into darkness.
 
For the first few days in Grandfather Lamechs tent, Sandy was miserable. His 
reddened skin bubbled into blisters. Where he didnt sting, he itched. But as 
his fever abated he began to look for Yalith in the evening. She did not come, 
and he felt only a weary indifference to the older women who brought the light, 
often staying to chat with the old man so that they would have an excuse to 
stare at Sandy.
He knew now that Dennys was safe in a tent near Japheths, and that he was being 
well cared for. He knew that he and Dennys were objects of intense curiosity to 
the women who came each evening.
Ive never seen anything like it! the oldest one called Matred, exclaimed. 
Except that our giant is burned so much more badly, I would not believe that 
they are two.
Anah and Elisheba took their turns taking the night-light to Grandfather Lamech, 
whispering over Sandy and his likeness to their own twin, still burning with 
fever in the womens tent. But they shyly held back from talking with Sandy, 
speaking softly so that he could not hear what they were saying.
Adnarel came each day, at least long enough to drip fresh herbs or powders into 
the water with which Higgaion continued to bathe the bumed skin. The pelican 
kept the water jar filled, and when Grandfather Lamech thanked the great bird. 
He treated it as more than a pelican, causing Sandy to wonder. The old man spent 
hours cooking concoctions to tempt Sandys appetite, and the ones that tasted 
best were the ones which reminded him of his mothers bunsen-burner stews. Sandy 
wanted to ask the old man about the women who came in the evening and, most 
importantly, to ask him why Yalith was not one of them, but he was embarrassed 
and held his peace. And slept, and slept, healing.
On the first night when it was apparent that Sandys fever had left him and he 
was weak but recuperating, Lamech suggested that they go out of the tent and sit 
under the stars. Their light cannot harm your healing skin. Your skin is so 
fair, so fair. No wonder you had the sun fever. He held out his hand and Sandy 
took it, letting the old man pull him to his feet. His legs felt weak and 
unused. Lamech pushed through the tent flap, holding it aside for Sandy, who had 
to bend over to go through. Not far from the tent was a large and ancient fig 
tree, too old to bear fruit any longer. One root had pulled up from the ground 
and formed a low seat, before it dipped down into the earth again. Lamech sat on 
it, and beckoned to Sandy to sit beside him.
Look. Lamech pointed to the sky.
Sandy had already been staggered by the glory of the night sky on his nocturnal 
visits to the grove which served as outhouse. He had tried to question the old 
man as to where he was, what planet, what galaxy. But Lamech had been 
bewildered. Sun, moon, and stars revolved around the oasis and the desert, put 
there by El for their benefit. So Sandy still had no idea where he and Dennys 
had ended up with their foolishness.
Now he simply looked up at the sky in awe. At home, even in winter when the air 
was clearest, even deep in the countryside where they lived, the stars were not 
like these desert stars. It seemed that he could almost see the arms of spiral 
galaxies moving in their great circular dance. Between the radiance of the 
stars, the blackness of the firmament was deeper and darker than velvet.
Except at the far horizon. Hey. Sandy asked. Why is it so light over there? 
Is there a big city or something?
It is the mountain, Lamech said.
Sandy squinted and could just make out a range of mountains against the sky, 
with one peak higher than the others, a long way off, much farther off than the 
palm tree which had led them to Japheth and Higgaion and the oasis. A volcano? 
he asked.
Lamech nodded.
Does it erupt often?
Lamech shrugged. Perhaps once in every mans life-time. It is far away. When it 
goes off, we do not get the fire, but we get a rain of black dust that kills our 
crops.
The light tingeing the horizon was indeed so far away that it did not even dim 
the magnificence of the stars.  Sandy asked, Is it always this clear?
Except during a sandstorm. Do you have sandstorms on the other side of the 
mountain? Lamech had set it in his mind that the twins came from beyond the 
mountains.  That was as far away as he understood.
 No. Were nowhere near a desert. Everything is green where we live, except in 
winter, when the trees lose their leaves and the ground has a good cover of 
snow.
Snow?
Sandy reached down and picked up a handful of the clean white sand. It is even 
whiter than this, and it is softer, and itin winter it falls from the sky and 
covers the ground, and its called poor mans fertilizer, and we need it to make 
sure well have good crops in summer. Dennys and I have a big vegetable garden.
The old mans face brightened. When you are better and can go out in the 
daylight, I will show you my garden.  What do you grow in yours?
Oh, tomatoes and sweet corn and broccoli and brussels sprouts and carrots and 
onions and beans, and almost anything you want to eat. We eat what we can, and 
what we cant, we can. Then he realized that the old joke would mean nothing to 
Lamech. He amended, We can some of our produce, or freeze it.
Can? Freeze?
Well, uh, putting by food that weve grown in the summer so that well have it 
to eat in the winter.
Do you grow rice? Lamech asked.
No.
You dont have good enough wells for it?
We have wells, Sandy said, but I dont think we have the right kind of 
growing conditions for rice. He was going to have to look up rice cultivation 
when they got home.
Lentils? Lamech pursued.
 No.
Dates?
Its too cold where we live for palm trees.
Ive never been on the other side of the mountains. It must be a very strange 
place.
Sandy did not know how to correct him. Well, where we live, its very 
different.
The old man murmured. You are the beginning of change. We are living in end 
times. It can be very lonely.
Sandy, looking at the stars, did not hear. Grandfather Lamech, is my brother 
really getting better?
Yes. That is what I am told.
Who tells you?
The women, when they bring the night-light.
Do the men never come? I havent seen your son.
It is only the women who care. Lantechs voice was bitter.
Japheth
Ah, Japheth. Japheth comes when he can, my youngest grandson, my dear boy. He 
sighed, wearily. When my son, my only son, was born, I predicted that he would 
bring us relief from our work, from the hard labor that has come upon us because 
of the curse upon the ground.
Sandy felt an uncomfortable prickling. What curse?
When our forebears had to leave the Garden, they were told, Accursed shall the 
ground be on your account.  It will grow thorns and thistles for you. You shall 
gain your bread by the sweat of your brow. He sighed again, then all his many 
wrinkles wreathed upward in a smile.
It is as I predicted. My son has brought us relief. The vines flourish. The 
herds and flocks increase. But he has grown proud in his prosperity. I am lonely 
in my old age.  I am glad that you have come.
The mammoth came out of the tent and came to them, putting his head on Lamechs 
knee. The women keep telling me that I am welcome in my sons tent. But I will 
stay here, where my son was born, where his mother died.  That is no reason for 
my son to refuse to come see me, because I choose to remain in my own tent. He 
is stiff-necked. What will he do in his turn when his sons want his tent?
Does he want your tent?
I have the deepest and best wells on the oasis. I have always given him all the 
water he needs for his vineyards, but he complains about having to fetch it. Too 
bad. I will stay in my own tent.
Maybe, Sandy suggested, your son is stubborn because his father is stubborn?
The old man smiled reluctantly. It could be so.
If he doesnt come to see you, why dont you go see him?
It is too far for an old man to walk. I have given my camels and all my animals 
to my son. I keep only my groves and garden. Lamech reached out and patted 
Sandys knee with his gnarled hand. I hope you wont be wanting to leave right 
away, now that you are getting well. It is pleasurable having someone to share 
my tent.
Higgaion nudged the old man.
Lamech laughed. Youre a mammoth, my dear Higgaion. And while I have deep 
devotion for you, I am feeling the need of a human companion, especially during 
my last days.
Your last days? Sandy asked. What do you mean?
I am not as old as my father, Methuselah, but I am older than his father, 
Enoch. Now, there was a strange man.  my grandfather. He walked with El and then 
he was not.  And he was younger than I. El has told me to number my days.
Sandy felt distinctly uncomfortable. How many numbers?
Lamech laughed. Dear young giant, you know that numbers are merely many or few. 
The voice of El said few.  Few can mean one turn of the moon, or several.
Hey, wait a minute, Sandy said. Grandfather Lamech. are you telling me that 
someone said youre going to die?
Lamech nodded. El.
El what?
El. These are troubled times. Mens hearts are turning to evil. It is good that 
I will be able to go quietly. My years are seven hundred and seventy and seven
Hey! Wait! Sandy said. Nobody lives that long. Where I come from.
Lamech pursed his lips. We have not used our long years well.
Suddenly the starlight seemed cold. Sandy shivered. Lamechs fingers again 
touched his knee. Dont worry. I wont leave you until you are all well, and 
reunited with your brother, and are both able to take care of yourselves and 
return home.
 Home, Sandy said wistfully, looking up at the stars. I dont even know where 
home is, from here. Im not sure how we got here, and Im a lot less sure about 
how were going to get home.
Higgaion raised his trunk to touch his ear, and Sandy noticed that the scarab 
beetle was there, bright as an earring. Sandy understood that the glorious 
seraph Adnarel sometimes took the form of a scarab beetlebut of course that was 
impossible. Now he looked at the bronze glitter, suddenly wondering.
Lamech mused, Japheth asked me where I would go when I die. He smiled. Even in 
the starlight, the skin of his skull showed through the thin wisps of hair. I 
thought my Grandfather Enoch might come back, or send some kind of message. I 
hope my son will put aside his stubbornness long enough to come and plant me in 
the ground.
Higgaion nudged him again, and the old man laughed.  Who knows? Perhaps I will 
come up again in the spring, like the desert flowers. Perhaps not. Very little 
is known about such things. After living for so many hundreds of years, I look 
forward to a rest.
The mammoth moved over to Sandy, standing on his stocky hind legs and putting 
his big forepaws on Sandys knees, like a dog. Sandy picked him up, holding him 
tightly for comfort, and the pink tip of the trunk delicately patted his cheek. 
Grandfather Lamech, I think Id better go back to the tent. Im cold.
Lamech looked first at Sandy, then at the mammoth.
Yes. This is enough for a first excursion.
Sandy went gratefully to his sleeping skins, and Higgaion lay down at Sandys 
feet. Sandy tried not to scratch.  The pink skin under the paper-like flakes was 
tender. He closed his eyes. He wanted to see Yalith. He wanted to talk to 
Dennys. How were they going to be able to get home from this strange desert land 
into which they had been cast and which was heaven knew where in all the 
countless solar systems in all the countless galaxies?
5  The nephilim 
Dennys was sleeping fitfully when he heard the tent flap move. He opened his 
eyes and could see only the small light of a stone lamp coming toward him. He 
called out in alarm. Who is it? Yalith or Oholibamah would not have needed the 
light.
He felt a gentle pressure, something soft touching his arm, and realized that it 
was a mammoth. He vaguely remembered seeing a mammoth when he had been in the 
big tent.
A bearded man squatted beside him. We thought you might like Selah, our 
mammoth, for company, now that you are getting better.
Thank you, Dennys said. Who are you?
Yaliths father, Noah.
It was not always easy for Dennys to remember where he was. When his fever rose, 
he thought he was at home, and dreaming. When the fever dropped, he understood 
dimly that somehow or other he and Sandy had precipitated themselves into a 
primitive desert world inhabited by small brown people. He remembered Yalith, 
the beautiful, tiny person with amber hair and eyes who tended him gently. He 
remembered the slightly older person, and at least part of her name, Oholi, who 
poured first water and then unguents and oils onto his skin, and who seemed to 
know what to do to make him feel better. He remembered Japheth, Oholis husband, 
who, like a shepherd, had carried Dennys to this tent, which he thought of as a 
strange kind of hospital.
He had not seen Yaliths father since he had been taken, half dead, from the big 
smelly tent to this smaller, quieter one. The piece of linen he had been given 
to lie on helped protect his raw, healing skin. Even so, it hurt to move. He 
shifted position carefully. My brother Sandy, how is he?
Almost all well, I am told. Noahs deep voice was kind. The name had a 
familiar ring in this unfamiliar world, but Dennys could not place it in his 
fever-muddled mind. The man continued, The women tell me he has made new skin. 
You, too, will be well soon.
Dennys sighed. That was still hard to believe, with the remains of his skin 
coming off in painful patches, leaving oozing misery until dark scabs formed. 
When can I see my brother?
As soon as you are well. Not long.
Where is he?
As you have been told. In my father Lamechs tent.
I keep forgetting.
That is from the sun fever.
Yes. Brain fever, I think it used to be called in India.
India?
 Oh. Well. Thats a place on our planet where the Britishpeople with skin like 
mineused to go to, oh, muck around with white mens burdens and stuff, and 
built an enormous empire. Anyhow, they couldnt take the sun.  And their 
empires gone. Thank you for taking such good care of me. How did you know the 
right things to do for burns?
It was mostly common sense, the man said. Oholibamah can tell with her 
fingers how much fever you have, and we try to cool you accordingly. And she 
consulted with the seraphim about the use of herbs.
Who are the seraphim? Dennys asked.
The stocky, brown man smiled. You are better. This is the first time you have 
asked questions.
You have been to see me before?
Several times.
Selah snuggled up against him, and he put his arm around her, and his skin was 
healed enough so that her fur did not scratch and hurt. And seraphim?
They are sons of El. We do not know where they came from, or why they are 
here.
Are they angels?
You have angels where you come from?
No, Dennys said. But we dont have mammoths or virtual unicorns, either. I am 
not as much of a skeptic as I used to be.
Skeptic?
Someone who doesnt believe in anything that cant be seen and touched and 
proved one hundred percent. Someone who has to have laboratory proof.
 Lab what?
Oh. Well. I guess you cant prove virtual particles any more easily than you 
can prove virtual unicorns.
What kind of unicorns?
Oh. Just what I call them.
The man interrupted. Are you feverish again?
No. Dennys touched the back of his hand to his cheek, which felt quite cool. 
Sorry. Your name iswhat?
Noah. How many times do I have to tell you?
Noah. Noah and the flood. So they were on their own earth after all, and not in 
some far-flung galaxy. Somehow or other, he and Sandy had been flung through 
time into the pre-flood desert. That was a lot better than being in some unknown 
corner of the universe. Or was it? I wish I had a Bible, he said.
A Perhaps you need a drink of something cool?
Im all right. Im sorry. There would not have been a Bible in Noahs time. 
Probably not even a written language. Not yet. Neither Dennys nor Sandy had 
given much of their concentration to Sunday school. They didnt go in for 
stories.
No? He remembered their mother reading to them every night until too much 
homework got in the way. What did she read? Stories. Greek and Roman myths. 
Indian tales, Chinese tales, African tales. Fairy tales. Bible stories.
Who was Noah? Noah and the flood. Noah built an ark and took his wife, and their 
sons and their sons wives, and many animals, onto the ark. What about Yalith? 
He couldnt remember anything about Yalith- Or Oholi
Oholibamah. Japheth. Maybe that had a familiar ring.
Shem. Yes. Maybe. But not Elisheba. Elisheba was all right. She had rubbed 
ointment all over him one day, matter-of-factly, when something had taken Yalith 
and Oholi away, not flinching at the suppurating sores, the crusting scabs She 
had talked through, at, and around him the day she had attended him in the 
hospital tent, and he remembered her muttering something about it being a shame 
to leave the old grandfather all alone in his tent with only a mammoth to take 
care of him.
Selah snuggled against Dennyss shoulder. He continued to try to think. There 
was Shem. And there was Ham. He barely remembered a small, pale man and a 
redheaded woman in the big tent that first night Is Higgaion all right? he 
asked suddenly.
Higgaion? Noah sounded surprised. Hes helping take care of your brother 
Are there many mammoths around? Dennys asked.
Very few. Many have been eaten by manticores, and most of the rest have fled to 
where they feel safer  Noah shook his head It is a hard time for mammoths. 
Hard times are coming for us all. El has told me that.
Dennis frowned. This pre-flood world was weird. Mammoths. Manticores Virtual 
unicorns. Seraphim and
Who are the nephihm? he asked.
Noah pulled at his beard. Who knows? They are tall, and they have wings, though 
we seldom see them fly. They tell us that they come from El, and that they wish 
us well.  We do not know. There is a rumor that they are like falling stars, 
that they may be falling stars, flung out of heaven.
Seraphim, too?
 We do not know. We do not know how it is that their skin is young and not yet 
shriveled from the sun, though they are ageless, it would seemolder, even, than 
my Grandfather Methuselah.
Old as Methuselah. It had a familiar ring. Vaguely.
Dennys shifted on Matreds linen cloth. The remnant of his bundle of clothes had 
been found, and taken by Japheth and Oholibamah, to be aired and put away. In 
this hot land he would not need flannel shirts or cable-knit sweaters. He had 
been given a soft kid loincloth, and Yalith had told him that Sandy had been 
given one, too.
In this tent where he was recovering, the stench was less disturbing than in the 
big tent. Yalith had bathed him with water scented with herbs and flowers. 
Oholibamah had rubbed him with fragrant ointment. Both young women were reticent 
about where they came by the perfumes, and Dennys thought he had heard Yalith 
saying something about Anah and Mahlah. Anah: Hams redheaded wife, he reminded 
himself. Mahlah was Yaliths sister, who, it appeared, seldom came home. Who 
were all these people he did not remember as being part of the story? He needed 
Sandy. Sandy might be able to suggest some way for them to get home before the 
flood. How much had this El told Noah?
Noah said, El has told me that these are end times for us all. Perhaps we will 
have a great earthquake.
An earthquake?
Noah shrugged. The mind of El is a great mystery.
Is he good, this El?
Good and kind. Slow to anger, quick to turn again and forgive.
 But you still think hes going to nuke everybody?
Whats that?
You think hes going to send some big disaster and wipe everybody out?
Noah shook his head. It is true, as El says, that peoples hearts are turned to 
wickedness.
Yaliths isnt, Dennys said. Oholibamahs and Japheths arent. Id be dead 
if it wasnt for them.
And for my wife, Matred, Noah added. I might not have let you stay in my 
tents had it not been for Matred. He looked thoughtfully at Dennys. Sometimes 
I have wondered why I let the women insist on keeping you. But I think you mean 
us no harm.
I dont. We dont. Listen, what about my brother? When can I see Sandy?
As you have been told, he is in my fathers tent. Noahs voice indicated that 
the subject was now closed.
Have you seen him? Sandy? Dennys asked.
I do not go to my fathers tent.
Why not?
He is a stiff-necked old man, insisting on staying alone in his own tent, with 
his wells, the best in the oasis.
But why dont you go see him? Dennys was baffled.
He is old. It is nearly time for him to die. He can no longer tend to his 
crops.
But dont you help him?
I have all I can do, taking care of my herds and my vineyards.
But hes your father!
He should not be so stubborn.
Listen, hes taking care of Sandy all by himself. He doesnt have Yalith or 
Oholibamah to do the nursing. Only the mammoth.
One of the women takes him a light every night.
But hes your father, Dennys protested. Wouldnt he appreciate it if you took 
him the night-light?
Before Noahs growl became audible, the tent flap shifted and a pelican waddled 
in, followed by Yalith. A pelican seemed a strange creature to appear in this 
desert place. The bird approached Dennys, then opened its enormous bill. and 
from it flowed a stream of cool, fresh water, filling the large bowl from which 
the women bathed him.
Dennys asked, Hey, youve been here before, havent you?
Yalith spoke delightedly. He is truly better! Hes remembering things.
The water felt healing as Yalith dipped a cloth in it and cooled his skin. She 
knelt beside him and with the cloth touched some of the loosened scabs. They 
will soon be off.
Dennys regarded the pelican. Where did the water come from?
From Grandfather Lamechs. And the pelican has been kind enough to bring it to 
us, flying across the oasis.
The pelican nodded gravely to Dennys.
Do you have a name?
The pelican blinked.
Yalith said, When he is a pelican, we usually call him pelican.
When he is a pelican! What else is he?
Dont confuse the young giant, Noah said.
I cant be much more confused than I am, Dennys expostulated. It was a relief 
to know that he was still on his own planet; even so, he felt lost, and far from 
anything familiar.
The pelican stretched its angled wings toward the roof hole, raised its beak, 
seemed to thin out and stretch up-ward, and suddenly a tall and radiant 
personage was looking down at Dennys.
What he gasped.
A seraph, Yalith said.
The glowing skin of the seraph was the color of Yaliths, and there were great 
silvery wings, and hair the color of the wings. Was it a man? A woman? Did it 
matter? Yet, with Yalith and Oholibamah, and even more with Anah, Dennys was 
very well aware that he was male and they were female.
The seraph raised its wings, then dropped them loosely.  Fear not. I am Aland, 
and I have been helping with your healing. At last you are getting better. No. 
Dont try to stand. You are still too weak. Strong arms enfolded Dennys, and he 
was taken out of the tent and lowered onto a soft bed of moss. In the starlight, 
the moss shimmered like water.
There, the seraph said. So. I am Alarid. And you are the Den.
Dennys.
Den is simpler.
And your name is Alarid? And what about Oholibamah?
Alarid smiled gravely. I take your point, Dennys. Forgive me. Now, I have 
conferred with my companion, Adnarel, who has been helping to take care of the 
Sand.
 Sandy. Alexander.
Alexander? Is there not an Alexander who wants to conquer the world?
Not in our time, Dennys said. Way back in history. Not as far back as now. 
But back.
Ah, Alarid said. I tend to see time in pleats. Now, Dennys, there seems to be 
considerable confusion over who and what you are, and why you are here.
In his weakness, Dennys could not hold back the tears which sprang to his eyes. 
We are fifteen-year-old boys who come from a long time away.
You come from a far time, and yet you speak the Old Language?
 The whatP
The Old Language, the language of creation, of the time when the stars were 
made, and the heavens and the waters and all creatures. It was the language 
which was spoken in the Garden
What garden?
The Garden of Eden, before the story was bent. It is the language which is 
still, and will be, spoken by all the stars which carry the light.
Then, Dennys said flatly, I dont know why I speak it.
And speak it with ease, Aland said.
Does Sandy speak it, too? Dennys asked.
Alarid nodded. You were both speaking it when you met Japheth and Higgaion in 
the desert, were you not?
We certainly didnt realize it, Dennys said. We thought we were speaking our 
own language.
Alarid smiled. It is your own language, so perhaps it is best that you didnt 
realize it. Do others of your time and place speak the Old Language?
I dont know. Sandy and I arent any good at languages.
How can you say that, Alarid demanded, when you have the gift of the original 
tongue?
Hey. I dont know. Sandy and I are the squares of the family. Our older sister 
and our little brother are the special ones. Were just the ordinary
Alarid interrupted him. Because that is how you are, or because that is how you 
choose to be?
Dennys looked at the seraph, his eyes widening. What happened to the Old 
Language?
It was broken at Babel.
Babel?
The tower of human pride and arrogance. It has not happened yet, in this time 
you are in now. You do not know the story?
Dennys blinked. I think I remember something. People built a big tower, and for 
some reason they all began to speak in different languages, and couldnt 
understand each other anymore. It was in, oh, pre-history, and its a story to 
sort of, explain why there are so many different languages in the world.
But underneath them all, Alarid said. is the original language, the old 
tongue, still in communion with the ancient harmonies. It is a privilege to meet 
one who still has the under-hearing.
Hey, Dennys said. Listen. I guess because we got here so unexpectedly and 
everything was so strange, and we didnt have time to think, and when we met 
Japheth it just seemed natural to speak to him
It is a special gift, Alarid told him.
Were not special, neither Sandy nor I. Were just the sort of ordinary kid who 
gets along without making waves.
Where in the future, Alarid asked him abruptly, do you come from?
A long, long way, Dennys said. We live at the end of the twentieth century.
Alarid closed his eyes. A time of many wars.
Yes.
And the heart of the atom has been revealed.
Yes.
You have soiled your waters and your air.
Yes.
Because you speak the Old Language there must be some reason for you to be 
here. But for the future to touch the past can be dangerous. It could cause a 
paradox. How did you get here?
Im not sure. Dennys frowned, then added, Our father is a physicist who 
specializes in space travel, in the tesseract.
Ah, yes. But space travel is supposed to deal with space, not time.
Dennys said, But you cant separate space and time. I mean, space/time is a 
continuum, and . . .
Yalith and Noah came out of the tent, and Yalith put her hand lightly against 
Alarids. Look, he is very pale.  You are tiring him.
Be careful of our young giant, Noah warned.
Aland regarded Dennys. You are right. This is enough for tonight. The seraphs 
eyes were compassionate, and their silver-green seemed to darken. I am glad 
that you are better, and that you are coming back to yourself. Please, be very 
careful what you say, what you do. Be careful that you do not change anything.
Listen, Dennys said. All I want is to go home. To my own time. Im just 
grateful to be on my own planet, and Im not a bit interested in rewriting the 
Bible. Did Alarid know that there was going to be a Bible? That there was going 
to be a flood? He looked at the seraph, whose face, serene and severe at the 
same time, did not change expression. Dennys was willing to accept that Alarid 
and the pelican who brought the water were some-how one and the same, but he was 
not willing to accept that his presence in this time and place might have an 
effect on anyone except himself. And, of course. Sandy.
Sleep well, Dennys, Alarid said. Yalith and Oholibamah will continue to take 
good care of you.
Yalith, Dennys thought. For Yalith he might be willing to change history.
  
Sandy could not sleep. Not only was the tent hot, but Higgaion was snoring. 
Grandfather Lamech was not.  Grandfather Lamech was tossing. Turning. Grunting.
Sighing.
At last. Sandy could not stand it any longer. He crawled over to Grandfather 
Lamechs sleeping skins. Grandfather, are you awake?
Urn.
 Whats the matter?
The old man grunted.
Sandy spoke to him as he would have to Dennys. Come on. I know somethings 
bothering you. What is it?
El spoke to me.
Sandy tried to peer at him through the dark. Did this mean that the old man was 
about to die? Right then? That night?
But the old man said, Great troubles are coming after I die. Terrible things 
are going to happen.
What kind of terrible things?
Lamech moved restlessly. El did not say. Only that mens hearts are evil and 
hard, and it repents El that he has made human creatures.
So whats he going to do about it?
I dont know, Lamech said. But I fear for my son and his family. El plans to 
spare no one. I fear for Yalith.  I fear for you. Sand, so far from your home.
Oh, I can take care of myself, Sandy said automatically. But his words sounded 
hollow.
Yalith and Oholibamah came to Dennys in the deep dark just before dawn.
You need to get out of the tent into some air, Oholibamah told him. You need 
to exercise. You will not recover until you walk about under the sky.
Starlight is healing. Yaliths voice was as gentle, he thought, as a small 
brook. But there were no brooks in this arid land.
He followed them out of the tent. Each took one of his hands, and their hands 
were small as childrens. They walked past the grove which served as outhouse, 
which was as far from the tents as he had ventured. Beyond them, the large tent 
was a dark shadow, with the smaller tents clustered about it.
His bare feet were still tender, and he walked gingerly.  The girls guided him 
to the smoothest ways, until the sharp dry grasses and pebbles gave way to sand, 
and they were in the desert. The sand felt cool to the burning soles of his 
feet.
They paused at a low slab of white rock, which cast a silvery shadow on the 
sand. Japheth and I agreed that this is as far as you should go, Oholibamah 
said. Lets sit here and rest for a while. Well take you back to the tent 
before dawn.
He sat between them on the rock, leaning back on his elbows so that he could 
look up at the sky. Ive never seen so many stars.
You dont have stars where you come from? Yalith asked.
Oh, yes, we have stars. But our atmosphere is not as clear as yours, and not 
nearly as many stars are visible.
Yalith clasped Dennyss arm tightly. It is frightening when the stars are 
hidden by the swirling sand. Their song is distorted, and I cant hear what they 
say.
What the stars say? Dennys asked.
Listen, Yalith suggested. Alarid says you are able to understand.
At first, Dennys heard only the desert silence. Then, in the distance, he heard 
the roar of a lion. Behind them, on the oasis, the birds chirred sleepily, not 
yet ready for their dawn concert. A few baboons called back and forth. He 
listened, listened, focusing on one bright pattern of stars.  Closed his eyes. 
Listened. Seemed to hear a delicate, crystal chiming. Words. Hush. Heal. Rest. 
Make peace. Fear not.  He laughed in excitement. Opened his eyes to twinkling 
diamonds.
Yalith laughed, too. What did they say?
They told meI thinkto get well, andand to make peace. And not to be afraid. 
At least, I think I heard them, and I dont think it was just my imagination. 
Suddenly he was glad that Sandy was not there. Sandy was pragmatic.  Sandy would 
likely think Dennys was hallucinating from sunstroke. At school, if Dennys got 
lost in a daydream, Sandy always managed to cover for him.
Yes, that is what the stars told you. Yalith turned toward him with a 
delighted smile, very visible in the starlight. You see! she said to 
Oholibamah. It is not everybody who can listen to the night. If the stars told 
you to make peace. Den, perhaps you will be the one to make peace between my 
father and my grandfather.
A big perhaps, Oholibamah said.
But maybe, maybe he can. She turned back to Dennys.
What else do you hear?
Dennys listened again. Heard the wind rattling the palm leaves like sheafs of 
paper. There seemed to be words in the wind, but he could not make any sense out 
of them. I cant understand anything clearly
Yalith withdrew her fingers and clasped her hands together. Shook her head. 
Opened her eyes. The wind seems to be talking of a time when she will blow very 
hard, over the water. Thats strange. The nearest water is many days away from 
here. I cannot understand what she is trying to say.
The wind blows where she wills, Oholibamah said.  Sometimes she is gentle and 
cooling. Sometimes she is fierce and blows in our eyes and stings our skin like 
insects and we have to hide in the tents until she is at peace again.  It is 
good, dear Den, that you have not come at a time when the wind blows hot against 
the sand. You will heal better now, at the time when she is more gentle, and the 
grapes and gardens grow.
They were silent then, listening to the dawn noises becoming louder, as birds 
and baboons began to get ready to greet the day. Tentatively. Dennys reached for 
Yaliths hand. She gave his fingers a little squeeze, then freed herself and 
jumped up. It is time we took you back to the tent. This is more than enough 
for a first excursion. How do you feel?
Wonderful. Then, acknowledging: A little tired. It would be good to lie down 
on the soft linen spread over the skins. To sleep a little. To have something 
cool to drink. He stifled a yawn.
Come. Oholibamah held out her strong hands. To his surprise, he needed her 
help in getting up.
When Yalith and Oholibamah needed ointments and unguents for Dennyss burned 
skin, Anah, or Mahlah, if she happened to be home, would take them across the 
oasis to the close cluster of houses and shops to meet Tiglah, Anahs sister.
 I dont like it, Japheth said to his wife. I dont like your going to such 
places.
She bent toward him to kiss him. We dont go in. I wouldnt take Yalith into 
such a place even if Mahlah
Japheth gave a shout of anger and anguish. What has happened to Mahlah!
Oholibamah said, softly, We all have choices to make, dear one, and we do not 
all choose the same way.
Why cant I get what you need for you?
Oh, love, it is a house for women. You would not be welcome.
I have seen men coming out. And nephilim.
Japheth. My own. Please dont argue. Well be all right. Anah is tough.
And Mahlah?
Oholibamah put her arms around her husband, pressed her cheek against his. Did 
not answer.
Mahlah went with Oholibamah and Yalith less and less frequently, because she was 
less and less often in the home tent. And when she was there, she came in late, 
after everybody else was asleep, then slept late herself, and managed to avoid 
confrontation with Matred.
Matred. herself, allowed Mahlah to avoid her. She was waiting for her daughter 
to come to her and her husband with Ugiel, according to custom, but Ugiel did 
not come, and Mahlah did not speak, and Matred said nothing to Noah of Mahlahs 
betrothal to a nephil. Until the betrothal was made formal, and recognized by 
Mahlahs family, there would be no talk of marriage.
Marriages were often casual affairs, no more than an agreement between the two 
sets of parents, with the brides mother and father bringing her to the tent of 
the groom.  Matred liked to have things done properly, not overdone, but well 
done. Yalith and Mahlahs two older sisters, Seerah and Hoglah, had been taken 
to their husbands tents after Matred and Noah had prepared a feast, with plenty 
of Noahs good wine.
Elisheba, Shems wife, had come quietly to Noahs compound and Shems tent, 
accompanied by her widowed father, and bearing several gold rings, and her 
teraphim.  the small figures of her household gods. Anah, Matred said, had had a 
vulgar wedding, with crowds of people, many uninvited. There were musicians, 
dancers, and far too much wine, inferior, at thatwho would dare compete with 
Noahs wine?for far too many days. Such excesses were not only unnecessary, 
they were unseemly.
Cleaning out the big tent with Yaliths help, Matred said, I do not understand 
Mahlah.
Yalith shook out a sleeping skin. Neither do I. I wish she would come speak to 
you and Father, instead of avoiding you.
Matred fiercely beat the dust out of one of the floor skins. If your father 
knew what shes up to, hed be furious. Theres something on his mind, something 
hes not telling me about, or hed have noticed her strange behavior. You think 
that this Ugh
Ugiel.
That nephilyou think he means to marry her?
I dont know. Yalith scrubbed out one of the stone lamps with sand. Mahlah 
thinks so.
Speak to her, Matred begged, Try to make her see reason. All she needs is to 
come to us with her nephil and tell us that they are betrothed, and we will make 
all the arrangements for a wedding feast.
Ill try, Yalith said, but Im not sure shell listen. Mahlah had always 
been closer to and more like the older sisters than Yalith, the youngest, the 
different one. Ill try, she reassured her mother.
The next day she went with Oholibamah and Anah to get a fresh supply of the 
ointment that softened Dennyss scabs. Perhaps Mahlah would be with the 
redheaded Tiglah, and Yalith could talk with her then.
Anah walked slowly, with her usual undulating of hips.
Yalith and Oholibamah walked on ahead.
Tiglah frightens me, Yalith whispered to Oholibamah. I know shes Anahs 
sister, and she is probably the most beautiful woman on the oasis, but
Her beauty is for sale, Oholibamah stated flatly. But there is no reason to 
be afraid of her.
They turned onto the narrow path which ran between low white stone buildings. I 
dont like coming here, Yalith murmured.
I dont like it, either, Oholibamah said, but there is no other way to get 
the salves for the Den. The last of his scabs will be off in a few days. Then we 
can forget the ointment. The herbal water the pelican brings will be enough.
Den is getting better, Yalith said. Thats one good thing.
Only one? Oholibamah laughed.
Yalith shuddered. Everything seems to be changing. Mahlah avoids our parents. 
And my father keeps hearing the Voice in the vineyards, and whatever it says is 
upsetting him, but he wont tell us what El says.
What El says is good. Ohoiibamah smiled. El said that Japheth was to marry. 
That is why I am here.
You wouldnt rather have waited?
I love Japheth. Oholibamahs voice was tender. I know we were both very young 
and unready for marriage.  But we love each other. When the time comes, we will 
have children together.
Yalith sighed. I would like to love someone the way you love Japheth.
Be patient, little sister. Your time will come.
They had reached the white house with the brightly beaded curtains at the entry, 
the house where Tiglah got the ointments they needed, and they stopped to wait 
for Anah, who made it very clear that she was doing them a great favor in being 
the go-between- The beads glittered and jangled, and Tiglah came out, followed 
by Mahlah
Tiglah with her head of radiant red hair, Mahlah with her cascade of black hair, 
the two girls startling foils for each other.
Wheres Anah? Tiglah asked.
Shes coming. Oholibamah looked balk down the path to where Anah was slowly 
following them.
Mahlah! Yalith exclaimed. Im glad to see you. I need to talk to you.
Mahlah raised her hands and pushed back a thick fall of black hair. Thats 
funny. I want to talk to you, too.  Shall we go inside?
 No. Yaltth drew back. Please
I could have your hair brushed, Mahlah coaxed, the way Tiglahs and mine is, 
so it would look more beautiful.
No, Yalith repeated.
Mahlah shrugged. We can sit over here then, while Anah and Oholibamah go with 
Tiglah to get the ointment. She led Yalith a little way down the path to a low 
wall. Yalith, with sudden and unexpected shock, saw that Mahlahs usually flat 
belly was softly rounding.
Mahlah, she urged. Please, please, you and Ugiel please come to our parents 
and tell them that youre betrothed.
Mahlahs little hands proudly touched the small roundness. And will be married 
soon.
Then please come and tell them. Mother will need time to prepare a wedding 
feast.
No, she wont, Mahlah said. That is not how things are done with the 
nephilim. I will have a nephil wedding.
But Mother
Again Mahlahs little hands stroked her stomach. Im sorry, really, Im sorry. 
But she had it her own way with our sisters. Shell probably have it her own way 
with you.  So shell just have to let me do it my way.
But why? Isnt the old way good enough for you?
Mahlah laughed. Customs change. We have to move with the times. There was a 
slight hiss to her speech which Yalith had never heard before. She sounded more 
like Ugiel than like Mahlah. The sisters sat side by side on the wall, the 
silence between them becoming more and more uncomfortable, until at last Yalith 
broke it.
 What did you want to see me about?
Cant you guess?
No.
 Eblis.
Yalith looked at her in surprise. But why
He likes you, Mahlah said. He says he has offered to teach you.
No
Why not?
 Im taking care of the Den. Thats why were here, to get salve for him.
Again Mahlah sounded more like Ugiel than like Yaliths sister. Thats all very 
noble. But it neednt stop you from going out with Eblis. Dont you realize what 
an honor that is, to have Eblis interested in you? She sounded strangely 
sibilant. 
I know he does me much honor. Yaliths voice was low.
Whats wrong, then?
I have to stay with the Den, Yalith whispered.
I know youre taking good care of him. But Oholi is there, too, isnt she?
Sheshe is Japheths wife. She has to be in her own tent. She tells me what to 
do, but
Little sister, Mahlah said. Dont be foolish.
Yalith looked down at her long, straight toes. Blurted out, I dont care about 
Eblis as much as I do about the Den and the Sand.
What! Mahlah was scandalized.
You heard me.
But we dont know if theyre even human!
 We know that the nephilim are not, Yalith retorted.
Theyre more than human, Mahlah said proudly. The twowhat are they? 
twins?they seem subhuman.
No, Yalith protested. Theyre human, I know they are.
Giants human?
Yes.
And you think if you start going out with giants, human or no, our parents 
wouldnt be upset?
Everybody loves them ...
Yes? Anyhow, theyre too young, much too young.
I know that. Yalith hung her head even lower. But I think that, where they 
come from, years are counted differently than here. And I would be willing to 
wait.
For which one? Mahlah demanded.
A slow flush spread across Yaliths cheeks. She still thought of the twins as 
one person divided into two places.  I saw the Sand first, in Grandfather 
Lamechs tent. and I have helped bring the Den back to life when he was nearly 
dead.
That is not enough reason for this stupidity. Eblis can give you anything you 
want.
Even if I want the twins?
Dont be a fool, Mahlah snapped, and jumped down from the wall as Anah and 
Ohoiibamah came toward them, Ohoiibamah carrying a small jar.
Well, Mahlah. Anah looked at her pointedly. Are you getting ready to move 
into your own tent?
Mahlah smiled a secret smile and tossed her head so that the dark hair glinted 
in the light. I will not have a tent. I will have a house, a house of white 
stones. She drew back as a snake uncoiled at her feet, spreading a jeweled 
hood. Ugiel she gasped-
For a moment of mirage, the snake seemed to uncoil upward, to raise great 
lavender wings, to quiver with white skin and amethyst eyes. Then the mirage was 
gone and the snake undulated across the path and disappeared into a clump of 
scrubby palmettos-
Yalith reached for Oholibamahs hand.
Anah gave Mahlah a malicious smiie. Is he playing tricks with you?
Mahlah raised her head proudly. Ugiel comes to me only when I am alone. She 
turned back to Yalith, asking in such a low voice that she excluded the others. 
If it were not for the young giants, would you go with Eblis? 
I dont know, Yalith said. I dont know. 
Mahlah spoke in a louder voice. Tell our parents Ill be sure to let them know 
when Im married.
Couldnt you bring yourself to tell them, beforehand? Yalith begged.
Mahlah shrugged. Well see. I have to go now. And she turned back to the low 
white house and shouldered her way through the tinkling curtain of beads.
Lets go, Anah said. I have other things to do. And instead of dawdling as 
she had done on the way in, she strode off impatiently.
Oholibamah spoke calmly. Its really very good of Anah, and of Tiglah, too, to 
get the ointments for us.
They arent doing it for nothing, Yalith said. I gave them all my share of 
the figs, and the crop was good this year. And you gave them all your almonds.
Oholibamah stated a known fact. Anah and Tiglah dont know how to do something 
for nothing. Thats how they are.
But Mahlah wasnt like that, Yalith protested. Shes changed. I dont know 
her anymore.
She jumped as a rat scuttled across her toes. Again there was a flickering of 
height, of wings and brilliant eyes, and then there was only the sleek body of 
the rat. Yalith thought of the dragon/lizard Eblis, who could offer her more 
than she could dream. And then she thought of the twins, of Sandy bowing to her 
in her grandfathers tent, of Dennys sitting with her at nightDennys, who was 
able to understand the language of the stars.
And she knew she would never go with Eblis.
She turned, to see tears in Oholibamahs eyes. Oholi, she started in surprise.
Oholibamah reached up to wipe away her tears, smiled her quick smile. This 
morning I saw my face reflected in the water jar. Oh, Yalith, little Yalith, I 
love my father, and now I dont know it he is my father, after all.
Yalith took her sister-in-laws hand. If you love him, he is your father, no 
matter what.
Oholibamah nodded gratefully. Thank you, little sister. I needed to hear that.
You are my brothers wife, Yalith continued, and my friend. And ifwell, if 
the nephilim are related to the seraphim, which my father believes, then you are 
like the seraphim.
Hurry up, Anah called, and beckoned to them imperiously.
 Were coming, Oholibamah said. And they hurried toward the central section of 
the oasis, where Noahs vineyards were, and his grazing grounds, and his tents. 
And where Dennys was waiting for them.
 
The moon set, its path whiter than the desert sands dwindling into shadow. The 
stars moved in their joyous dance across the sky. The horizon was dark with that 
deep darkness which comes just before the dawn.
A vulture flew down, seemingly out of nowhere, stretching its naked neck, 
settling its dark feathers.
Vultures are underestimated. Without us, disease would wipe out all life. We 
clean up garbage, feces, dead bodies of man and beast. We are not appreciated.
No sound was heard and yet the words seemed scratched upon the air.
A scarab beetle burrowed up out of the sand and blinked at the vulture. It is 
true. You help keep the world clean. I appreciate you.
And it disappeared beneath the sand.
A crocodile crawled across the desert, lumbering along clumsily, far from its 
native waters. It was followed by the dragon/lizard, who stretched his leather 
wings, showing off. A dark, hooded snake slithered past them both.
A small, brown, armored creature, not much bigger than the scarab beetle, 
skittered along beside the snake. We are invulnerable. We have survived the 
fire of the volcanoes, the earthquakes that pushed the continents apart and 
raised the mountain ranges. We are immortal. We cover the planet.
A bat, brighter than gold, swooped low over the cockroach. You are proud, and 
you can survive fire and ice, but I could eat you if I had to. I hope I never 
have to.
And the golden bat soared high, a bright flash against the dark.
A tiny mimicry of a crocodile, with a blunt nose, a skink scrabbled along beside 
the crocodile and the dragon/lizard.
I am small, and swift, and my flesh is not edible and causes damage to the 
brain. I am the way that I am. That is how I am made.
On the skinks back, a flea tried to dig through the armored flesh. I, too, am 
the way that I am.
A shrill whine cut across the clear air. A mosquito droned. I, too. I, too. I 
will feast on your blood.
A small, slimy worm wriggled across the sand, leaving a thin trail. A slugs 
viscous path followed. I am not like the snail, needing a house. I am 
sufficient unto myself.
A red ant crawled along the dragon/lizards wing, and held tight as it tried to 
shake the biting insect off. A rat, sleek and well filled, wriggled its nose and 
whiskers and looked at the vultures naked neck. I, too, eat the filth off the 
streets. I eat flesh. I prefer living flesh, but I will take what I can get. I, 
too, help keep the world clean.
No sound was heard. Like negative light, the words cracked the desert night.
The twelve oddly assorted creatures began to position themselves into a circle.
The nephilim.
Oholibamah lay in Japheths arms on a large, flat stone a short walk into the 
desert. So intent were they in each other that they did not notice the lion 
pacing past them, the pelican flying high in the sky, the scarab beetle coming 
out of the sand.
My beloved, Japheth whispered into the pearly shell of Oholibamahs ear. My 
mother spoke to me about it long ago. If you have nephil blood, it explains some 
of your healing power.
But I dont knowit isnt certain
Japheth covered her mouth with his. Then pulled back just enough to say, You 
are my wife, and we are one, and that is all that matters.
And they were one. And it was good.
Yalith left the tent and went outside to wait for dawn.  She had spent over an 
hour working at Dennyss scabs, carefully pulling off those which were loose 
enough. Most of the oozing sores had healed. More and more of Dennyss care was 
given over to her, as Oholibamah could trust her to do what the boy needed. 
Oholibamah, after all, had duties in her own tent.
Matred prepared meals for the boy, soups, and mashed fruits which were soft 
enough for him to swallow.
But what do we do with him when he is well? Noah asked his wife.
He is our guest, Matred said. We ask him what we can do to help him.
He wants to go home, Yalith said.
Yes, but where is home? her mother asked.
Now Yalith crossed one of her fathers vineyards, went to the small grove that 
the women used. and relieved herself, then walked on until she came to where the 
desert lapped whitely against the oasis. She picked up a handful of the fine 
sand and rubbed it against her palms, between her fingers, to clean them.
The moon had set, and the dawn stars were low on the horizon. She would take a 
long nap the next day during the heat of the sun. Often, the best sleeping was 
done then.
In the coolness just before morning she liked to go sit on one of the great 
exposed rocks and rest, and listen to the slow song of the setting stars. 
Lamech, her grandfather, had taught her how to listen to the stars. Only Yalith 
and Japheth, of Noah and Matreds children, could understand the celestial 
language.
Matred tended to think it a waste of time. I have too much to do, keeping tent. 
How else would I keep the soup pot full for the poor who come to us for food? 
Who would keep the manticore from eating Selah if I didnt have boiling wine to 
throw in its ugly face? Who would see to it that the great auks eggs arent 
stolen? Who else dares to speak to the gorgons and griffins? And what with 
everybodys appetite, I never have a chance to get away from the hearth.
Yalith did her fair share of the work, and now she was doing most of Mahlahs, 
too, but she needed time to herself, to listen to what the stars might have to 
say. Her father heard a Voice in the vineyards, but it seemed to Yalith that in 
the quiet dawn there were voices all around her, waiting to speak, waiting for 
her to hear. When the birds woke and started their orchestra, the other voices 
would be quiet. She was filled with a vague sense of foreboding, but she had to 
come and listen.
When she was not listening for whatever it was that was going to be spoken, she 
found her mind sliding to thoughts of the twins. As she spent more time with 
Dennys, nursing him through the chills and fever of his delirium, she saw that 
the twins might look alike but they were definitely not one boy in two skins.
The twins were often the topic of conversation in the big tent in the 
eveningshow they were alike, and how they were different. It was generally 
accepted that they must be some strange breed of giant, from the other side of 
the mountains. Although they were immensely tall, they were also unbelievably 
young.
Fifteen, he told me, Matred said one evening when it was she who had taken the 
lamp to Grandfather Lamech, and some of her special broth to Sandy. Fifteen, 
she re-peated to the others in the big tent. At fifteen, our men are still 
children. The Sand and the Den are not babies. I simply do not understand.
The Den is certainly not a baby, Yalith replied. Now that he is getting 
better, he is full of questions. He wants to know what the herbs are that the 
pelican puts in the water, and what the salves are made of.
The Sand, Elisheba said, wants to know where the salves come from. They are 
certainly full of questions. She laughed her hearty laugh and told them that 
Sandy had wanted to know who ran the oasis. Was there a mayor?  Or a selectman?
The words had no meaning. Elisheba had told Sandy that those who sought power 
were greedy, wanting gifts, and bribes, and willing to steal from the poor. 
Shem hunts for us all, and I help with the winemaking, she said contentedly. 
That is enough for us. We have plenty to eat, and to give to those in need. 
Matred is a good mother to us all, with her fine sons and daughters.
Mahlah and Yalith are not married yet, Matred prodded.
They are still young, Noah said.
I thought the Voice told you
Not about Mahlah and Yalith. They should have time to grow up.
I think, Matred said pointedly, that Mahlah is grown up.
Yalith sat on the cool, starlit stone, the echoes of the evenings conversation 
still in her ears. She wondered if Matred had noticed the swelling of Mahlahs 
belly
Mahlah, whose betrothal to the nephil was not yet acknowledged by her mother.
Yalith was so deep in thought that the stars had to hiss at her to get her 
attention.
6  Adnarel and the Quantum Leap 
Yalith looked up and saw a circle of strange animals. In the center of the 
circle stood Mahlah, looking pale and frightened. Her dark hair covered her 
breasts, her body.  Yalith started to cry out, to leap up and go to her sister, 
but it seemed that a firm hand came across her mouth, held her down on the rock.
The cobra uncoiled, hood spreading, swaying as though to unheard music, then 
stretched up and up into the loveliness of lavender wings, and amethyst eyes 
that reflected the starlight. I, Ugiel, call my brothers. Naamah!
The vulture stretched its naked neck, until great black wings and coal-black 
eyes in a white face were revealed.
Rofocale!
A shrill drone, a mosquito whine, and then there stood on the desert a nephil 
with wings of flaming red and eyes like garnets.
Eisheth!
The crocodile opened its mouth, showing its terrible teeth. It appeared to 
swallow itself, and vomit forth a tall, green-winged, emerald-eyed nephil.
Yalith trembled as she saw the dragon/lizard.
Eblis!
He burst from his scales, beautiful; awe-inspiring.
Estael!
The cockroach scuttled a few inches and then burst open and dust rose, and 
dissipated to reveal another of the nephilim.
Ezequen! The skink.
Negarsanel! The flea.
Rugziel! The worm.
Rumael! The slug.
Rumjal! The red ant.
Ertrael! The rat.
One by one, the creatures transformed themselves into the nephilim with their 
white skin and brilliant, multi-colored wings.
Ugiel raised his arms- I, Ugiel, in the presence of my brother nephilim, take 
to wife . Mahlah, penultimate daughter of Noah and Matred.
Mahlah slowly moved toward him, was folded in the great wings.
Yalith fought for breath. Her chest felt constricted, and she gasped for air.
Then she saw that there was another circle, outside the circle of the nephilim.
The pelican who daily brought water for her pitcher stretched himself into the 
tall, bright personage with silvery hairand wings- Alarid!
Light seemed to flash against the bronze shell of the scarab beetle, who rose up 
in a rush of golden wings and burnished skin. Adnarel!
A tawny lion with a great ruff of fur about its neck rose on its hind legs and 
stretched into its seraphic form.  Aariel! The golden tips of his wings 
glimmered in the starlight.
A golden snake, as large as the cobra, but as bright as the cobra was dark, 
called out as it was transformed, Abasdarhon!
One by one, the seraphim called out their names as they changed form. A golden 
bat shot up into the air. Abdiel!
A ruffled white owl widened its round silver eyes, and the eyes were suddenly 
the silver eyes in a seraphims face, and moon-blue wings seemed to touch the 
sky. Akatriel! 
A white leopard, swift as the wind, called, Abuzohar!
A soft, furred mouse rose, crying, Achsah!. By the mouse a tiger moved, stood, 
stretched. Adabietl A white camel and a giraffe rose moments apart.  Admael!
Adnachiel!
Lastly, a white goose flew skyward, its wings changing to snow-white. Aalbiel!
There seemed a healing in the calling of their names.
Although the circle of seraphim was outside that of the nephilim, when they 
spread their great wings to the fullest span the wing tips touched.
Likewise, the nephilim raised their wings, turning so that they faced the 
seraphim, and the glory of their wings brushed.
Brothers, Alarid said. You are still our brothers.
Ugiel touched his lavender wings to Alarids silver ones.
No. We have renounced you and all that you stand for. This planet is ours. Its 
people are ours. We do not know why you stay.
Aiarid replied firmly, Because, no matter how loudly you renounce us, we are 
still brothers, and that can never be changed.
For a fragment of a second, Ugiel seemed more cobra than nephil. Yalith choked 
back a scream. Mahlah, small and frail, still stood in the center of the circle, 
protected only by her dark hair.
Eblis, shimmering in and out of his dragon/lizard form, touched wings with 
Aariel. We have made our choice.  We have forsworn heaven.
Then the earth will never be yours. Aariel was once more a lion, and with a 
great roar he galloped away, vanishing into the far horizon.
The two circles broke up with a great flurry of brilliant wings. Yalith blinked, 
and when she opened her eyes, she saw only a tall, lavender-winged nephil, with 
his arm tenderly about MahlahMahlah, who was no smaller than any other woman of 
the oasis, but who came barely to Ugiels waist.
Yalith sat on the rock, as though frozen into motionlessness. Ugiels wings 
spread, wrapped gracefully, protectingly, about Mahlah. Yalith thought she 
caught a whiff of stone. Then there was a flash, not bright like the unicorns, 
but a flash of darkness even darker than the night, and then the desert in front 
of her was empty. Mahlah and Ugiel were gone.
She cried out in fear.
 Little one, a gentle voice spoke behind her. Why are you afraid?
She turned to see Eblis, his purple wings lifted so that they seemed to mingle 
with the night sky.
Mahlah she said. I am afraid for Mahlah.
Why fear, my precious? Ugiel will take care of her. As I will take care of you. 
There are rumors on the oasis of fearful things to come, the volcano erupting, 
the mountain falling, earthquakes such as have never been felt before, terrible 
heavings unlike the silly little tremors you hardly notice.
She nodded. I think my father is afraid. But what can we do? If the volcano is 
going to erupt, there is no way we can stop it.
No. Nor can you run from it. But I will protect you.
How?
Nephilim have powers. If you will come with me, I will keep you safe.
Come with you? Where?
I will make a home for you full of lovely things. You will no longer have to 
steep on rough skins, still smelling of animals. I will give you food and wine 
such as you have never tasted. Come, my lovely little jewel, come with me.
When She faltered.
Now. Tonight.
She thought of the two circles, the seraphim and the nephilim. It was Eblis who 
was offering her protection, not Aariel. Mahlah had gone with Ugie., not with 
Alarid.
What about my family? she asked. What about my twins?
 Only you, Eblis said. That is as far as my powers I extend.
She looked up at the stars. Shook her head. Twin Den still needs me.
Love is patient, Eblis said. I will wait. But I think, that in the end you 
will come to me. His hand soothed her soft, burnished hair, and there was 
pleasure in his touch.
She blinked, looked at the brilliant pattern of stars, and it seemed that she 
could see Sandy bowing to her in her grandfathers tent, could see Dennys 
holding her hand as the pain of his burns made him cry out.
Eblis touched her hair again. I will wait.
Japheth came to visit Dennys, examined him carefully, touching the remaining 
scabs, gently pulling off a flaking strip of paper-thin skin. You are better.
Much better. Dennys smiled at him, and the smile no longer seemed to crack the 
burned skin of his face. 1 go out at night with Yalith and Oholibamah, and we 
listen to the stars.
It is good that you can hear the stars. Japheth sat beside Dennys on a pile of 
skins, putting his hands, stained purple from winemaking, on his brown knees.
Dennys looked troubled. They keep telling me to make peace. At least, I think 
that is what I hear the stars saying to me.
Japheth nodded. Oholi told me. Peace between my father and grandfather. Have 
you talked to my father about his quarrel with Grandfather Lamech?
 Yes, once when he came to visit me. But I didnt really understand what their 
quarrel is about.
Water, Japheth said flatly. That is what most quarrels on the oasis are about 
Grandfather has the best and deepest wells on the oasis, and hes letting his 
own gardens and groves go to seed in his old age.
But he lets you take all the water you need from his wells, doesnt he?
Japheth sighed, then laughed. Oh, Den, the quarrel is so old and stupid I think 
that both my father and grandfather have forgotten what it is about. They are 
both stiff-necked and stubborn.
Your grandfatherwhat is he like? I mean, if hes so old, is he able to take 
proper care of Sandy?
Oh, Im sure he is. Grandfather Lamech is as hospitable as our mother, and 
kind, and gentle. It was he who taught.  Yalith and me to listen to the stars, 
and to understand the wind, and to love El. He sighed again. Oh, Den, Im 
sorry to involve you in our family quarrel.
Dennys sighed, too He did not reply. He looked up at the brazen sky, behind 
which were the stars. And they had already involved him.
He shivered.
Grandfather Lamech and Higgaion began taking Sandy out in the daylight, not into 
the direct and brutal sunlight, but in the shade of a thick grove. Like Dennys, 
Sandy wore only a loinskin. His underclothes were folded with the rest of his 
things, in case they were ever needed again. The loinskin, unlike his own 
clothes, could be scrubbed clean with sand and eventually discarded and 
replaced. He liked the freedom of the loinskin, liked the way his own skin had 
healed and was slowly turning a rosy tan.
Adnarel came by Grandfather Lamechs tent almost every day, and as Sandy grew 
stronger and more willing to accept that he was not going to wake up in his own 
bed at home, he grew more aware of his surroundings and of the tender care given 
him by the tiny ancient man.
Hey, Grandfather Lamech, he said one morning after breakfast, now that Im 
better, its time I stopped free-loading.
The old man looked at him questioningly. Whats that?
What can I do to help? Sandy asked. Ive never done any cooking, but isnt 
there stuff outdoors I could do to be useful? At home, Dennys and I chop wood 
and mow the lawn and we have this huge vegetable-garden.
At the mention of the garden, Lamechs eyes brightened. I have a vegetable 
garden, and lately I have much neglected it. Higgaion helps with the watering, 
but I am too old for the long hours of work, and now there are great weeds 
choking the plants.
Let me at it! Sandy cried. Dennys and I are terrific gardeners.
Grandfather Lamechs face creased into a broad smile.  Not so fast, my son. The 
time for work in the garden is in the earliest morning, and just as the sun is 
setting in the evening.
Oh.
The old man laughed. Truly, you do not want to go out in the garden during the 
day, or you will be felled by the sun all over again. But as soon as the sun 
drops behind the palms I will show you the garden. I thank you, dear my Sand. 
You have been sent to me by Elthis I believe.
Hey, its the least I can do, Sandy protested.
In the late afternoon, when the suns rays were slanted, Lamech and Higgaion led 
him past a small grove to the garden, which was indeed in need of helping hands. 
Great weeds of varieties Sandy had never before seen grew higher than many of 
the vegetables. This was going to be a full-time job. The weeds had deep roots, 
he discovered as he tried to pull one up. He found a sharp stone and would have 
started digging had Lamech not stopped him.
You are not quite ready for such hard work, and it is still hot. Tomorrow 
morning you can try coming out for an hour.
All right. Itll make me feel at home, working in a garden again. Sandy knew 
that he did not have to win Grandfather Lamechs approval, but he had a deep 
sense of happiness that he could do something for the old man who had been so 
kind to him. Despite the profusion of weeds, the garden was lush with more 
vegetables than he had ever seen before. Too bad there was no way to can or 
freeze them.
We sun-dry some of these. Lamech pointed to a long row of red ovals on tall, 
leafy stalks, and another of something purple that looked like eggplant but was 
twice the height of the plants at home. If these people of the desert were 
smaller than anyone Sandy had ever seen, their plants were larger. That way, 
the old man continued, we can eat them in the winter in soups and stews. I have 
groves of fruit trees, too, that need pruning and harvesting. Japheth and 
Oholibamah come when they can, to help me out, but they have more than enough to 
do in my sons vineyards.  It must have been ordered in the stars that you 
should come just as I have to accept that I can no longer manage on my own. His 
face was joyful.
Sandy felt bathed in the old mans joy. There was certainly going to be no time 
for boredom. And if there was plenty to do, there would be less time in which to 
worry about getting home.
One morning Adnaret said, The Den is much improved.
Sandy nodded. Good. But why do you call us the Sand and the Den, as though 
Sands and Dens were some kind of rare species?
Adnarels bright laugh pealed. We picked it up from Japheth. And to Japheth the 
Sand and the Den are indeed rare species, of a kind never before seen on the 
oasis, or indeed on any oasis roundabout. It is good that your head is covered. 
Adnarel nodded approvingly at the woven straw hat Matred had brought over one 
night with the night-light. Lamech tells me you are doing valiant work in the 
garden.
Sandy pulled the hat firmly down on his head. Theweeds are something else. We 
have weeds at home, but not like these. But Im getting rid of them, little by 
little. Hey-Does your name, Adnarel, mean anything?
That I am in the service of the Maker of the Universe.
Why are you sometimes Adnarel, the way you are now, and sometimes you seem to 
be a scarab beetle? Sandy started to scratch his shoulder where skin still 
flaked, stopped himself.
I am not sure you will understand, Adnarel said. The scarab beetle is my 
earthly host.
What on earth do you need an earthly host for?
Adnarel sighed. I said you might not understand.
Hey. Sandy was indignant. Dennys and I may not be the geniuses of the family, 
but were nobodys idiots.
True, Adnarel agreed. And I suspect that you also understand that energy and 
matter are interchangeable.
Well, sure. Our parents are scientists.
On the other hand, you live in a time and place where those like myself are 
either forgotten or denied. It was not easy to get you to believe in a unicorn 
until the need was desperate.
Unthinkingly, Sandy scratched his forearm, and shreds of skin blew across the 
ground. When youre in the scarab beetle, can you understand everything we 
say?
Certainly.
Then why do you bother to come out?
When I am in the scarab beetle, I must accept its limitations.
Sandy grunted. I think better when I have Dennys around to bounce ideas off. 
When am I going to be able to see him again?
 As soon as he is able to be moved. Grandfather Lamech has offered his 
hospitality. It is less noisy and crowded here than in the big tent.
Sandy sighed. People have been very kind to us. You, too.
Adnarel smiled a smile so grave that it was not far from a frown. We do not yet 
know why you are here. There must be a purpose to your presence. But we do not 
know what it is. His eyes seemed to shoot golden sparks at Sandy. Do you?
I wish I did, Sandy said. It all seems to have been some kind of silly 
accident.
I doubt that, Adnarel said.
 
Noah came again to visit Dennys. I am told that you are nearly well.
Yes. Thank you.
Oholibamah says that you will soon be ready to be moved.
Dennys felt a surge of panic. Moved? Where?
To my father Lamechs tent. To be reunited with your brother.
The panic subsided. I would like that. Is it far?
Half the oasis.
The tent flap had been pegged open, and through it and through the roof hole 
Dennys could hear the stars. Could hear their chiming at him. Will you take 
me?
Noah pulled at his beard. I do not go to my fathers tent.
I dont understand.
 It is his place to come to me.
Why? Arent you the son? 
He is old. He cannot care for his land as it should be cared for. 
Im sorry, Father Noah. but I still dont see why you wont help him.
I told you. Noahs voice was gruff. I work long hours in the vineyard. There 
is not time for coddling the old man.                                           
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Is speaking to your father coddling, or whatever you call it? Sandy and I get 
mad at our father. He pays more attention to our sister and our little brother 
than he to us, because theyre the geniuses and were onlybut  even when were 
mad at him, hes still our father.
So?
When we get home, were going to have a lot of explaining to do to our father. 
He will probably be very angry with us.
Why?
Well, we sort of got in the middle of something he was working on.
I dont know what youre talking about, Noah said.
Neither do I, exactly, Dennys admitted. The thing is, were going to have to 
talk to our father when we get home. It would be a stupid thing if we tried to 
avoid him.
So why are you telling me this?
Well really do think you should talk with your father.
Umph.
I dont mean to be rude or anything, but it sounds to me as though all this 
argument about wells and stuff has gone on for so long it doesnt make sense 
anymore. And hes an old man, and youre much younger, and you should be strong 
enough to back down.
Backing down is being strong?
It takes a lot of courage to say Im sorry. Thats what Sandy and I are going 
to have to say to our father when we get home.
Then why say it? Noah growled.
Because things wont be right between us till we do.
Youre too young to be telling me what to do. Noah was testy. You would not 
even be alive now if we hadnt taken you in.
Thats true, and I am more grateful than words can say. The stars chimed at 
him again. Father Noah, please go see your father, and make peace with him 
before he dies.
Noah grunted. Rose. Walked out of the tent.
Dennys looked at the patch of velvet sky he could see through the open flap. The 
stars were brilliant. And silent.
 
Tiglah, the red-haired, rubbed the juice of some red berries on her lips, over 
her cheekbones. Took a stick of wood which she had shredded at one end to make a 
brush, and used it on her abundant curls. She had taken the worst of the tangles 
out with her fingers, and the brush was only to add sheen.
I am beautiful, truly beautiful, she thought. My hair is as red as my nephits 
wings. We are beautiful together.
A mosquito shrilled near her ear, lit on her neck, and bit.
Ouch! she protested. Why did you do that?
The mosquito was gone, and a nephil, with wings like name, stood before her. 
Because you are indeed truly beautiful. You are so beautiful I could eat you 
up.
She burst into tears. Rofocale, dont bite me!
The nephil laughed. It was just a tiny bite. Tell me, little Tiglah, have you 
seen again the young giant your father and brother threw out of your tent?
No. I think the women from Noahs tent are nursing him.
Your sister?
Tiglah laughed. I wouldnt want to depend on Anah if I needed nursing. The 
younger ones. Oholibamah and Yalith. Anah is helpful when they need ointments, 
and 
How did he get into your tent in the first place?
She pouted. How would I know? I called for a unicorn, and suddenly this pate 
young giant was there, too. I was sorry they threw him out. Id like to have had 
a chance to talk with him.
Tiglah, my beauty, youll do anything I ask, wont you?
As long as you dont ask me to do anything I dont want to do.
I want you to get to know this young giant. Find out where he comes from, why 
he is here. Wilt you do that for me?
With pleasure.
Not too much pleasure, Rofocale chided. I want him to be attracted to you. I 
do not want you to be attracted to him. You are mine. Are you not?
She raised her lips to his. His lips were as red as hers, although no berry 
juice had been rubbed on them.
Mine, Rotocale purred. Mine, mine, mine.
 
In the cool of the evening. Sandy sat on the low bench made by the root of the 
old fig tree. Higgaion was curled up at his feet, making little bubbles as he 
slept and dreamed.
A man with a full brown beard flecked with white, and with springing brown hair, 
strode toward him, turning in from the public path and toward Grandfather 
Lamechs tent. He went up to boy and mammoth. Stared. You are the Sand.
I am Sandy. Yes.
They told me that you look like one boy in two bodies. Now I believe them.
Who are you? Sandy asked curiously.
I am Noah. Your brother is in one of my tents, and my wife and daughters are 
taking good care of him.
Thank you, Sandy said. Were very grateful.
Noah continued to stare at him. If I did not know that the Den is in one of my 
tents, I would think that you were he. How can this be?
Were twins, Sandy explained wearily.
Twins. We have known nothing of twins before. He paused and looked at Sandy, 
then at the tent. Is my father in his tent?
Sandy nodded. Hes resting. Then he added. But I know hed be happy to see 
you. He wished he felt as certain as he sounded. Grandfather Lamech struck him 
as being a very stubborn person, with his natural stubbornness augmented by age.
Without speaking further, Noah went into the tent.
Noah!
Suddenly the name registered. Sandy had not heard Noah called by name. Lamech 
referred to him, when he spoke of him, as my son. The women who came with the 
night-light called him Father.
Noah.
The galaxies seemed to swirl. Sandy had been convinced that he and Dennys had 
blown themselves somewhere far from home, at least out of their own solar 
system, and probably out of their own galaxy. If this Noah was the Noah of the 
story of Noah and the flood, they were still on their own planet. They had blown 
themselves in time, rather than in space. And to get home from time might be far 
more difficult than getting home from space, no matter how distant.
But it seemed to fit. Desert people. Nomads, with tents.  Cattle. Camels. People 
used to be smaller than end-of-twentieth-century people. Way back in pre-flood 
days it was logical that they would be a great deal smaller. Higgaion was small 
for a mammoth.
He put his head in his hands, suddenly dizzy.
 
Dennys sat with Japheth and Oholibamah, and with Yalith, on one of the desert 
rocks. The sky was still flushed with light. The first stars were trembling into 
being,
Japheth looked at Dennys in the last light. You talked with my father.
Yes.
Oh, Im so glad! Yalith cried.
Father has gone off somewhere, Japheth said. In the direction of Grandfather 
Lamechs tent.
Oholibamah looked up at the sky. He will be happier now. All of us will be 
happier. Where there is an unreconciled quarrel, everybody suffers.
Dennys looked troubled. Im not sure he really listened to me.
But you heard the stars, Oholibamah said, and you were obedient to their 
command.
Japheth added, That is all anybody can do. Now it is in Els hands.
Briefly, Dennys closed his eyes. I hope Sandy doesnt think Im crazy. I hope I 
dont think Im crazy. Obeying stars, yet.
I feel like running, Oholibamah said, and jumped down and ran fleetly across 
the desert, Japheth following her.
Come! Yalith called, and leapt from the rock. Dennys, with his long legs, 
caught up with them easily, and suddenly he was holding hands with Yalith and 
Oholibamah, and the four of them twirled in a joyous dance. Moonlight and 
starlight bathed them. Dennys, leaping in the night, felt more alive than he had 
ever felt before.
 
Sandy and Higgaion sat up, startled, as they heard a roar from the tent. At 
first it seemed to be a roar of anger. Then laughter. Then there was absolute 
silence. Sandy could feel his heart beating faster. Higgaions ears were lifted 
in alarm. He raised his trunk.
They wouldnt hurt each other, would they Sandy spoke aloud. Higgaion stared 
at him out of bright, beady eyes.
Then the tent flap was shoved aside, and Lamech and Noah pushed through with 
difficulty, because they had their arms about each other, and tears were 
streaming down their cheeks.
Lamechs voice was so choked with emotion that the words were muffled. This my 
son was dead and is alive again, was lost and is found.
Noah hugged the old man roughly. This is my father, my stubborn old father. We 
are two peas in a pod for stubbornness. He looked at Sandy. As you and the Den 
are two peas in a pod.
Hey, Sandy said, Im glad you two have made up.
It was the Den, Noah said. He just kept at me and at me.
Sandy looked surprised. At home, at school, Dennys seldom talked first. He 
followed Sandys lead, but seldom initiated anything. Well. Thats good.
He is nearly healed now, too. Soon he will be able to come to you. My father 
He paused. I would be happy to have the Den stay, but my tent is crowded, and 
noisy.  And my father has invited you to stay with him.
Thats terrific, Sandy said. Thanks, Grandfather, thanks a lot. And Dennys 
can help me with the garden.
So we should celebrate, Noah said, and handed his father a small wineskin. 
There is not much of this, but it is my very best.
A little will suffice. The old man held the wineskin to his lips, then smacked 
them in appreciation. Indeed, your very best. He handed the skin to Sandy, who 
took a small sip, barely managed to swallow it without making a face.
El has talked with you, too? Lamech asked his son.
He has. When El spoke, I used to understand what was being said. Now it is all 
confusion. What does El say to you?
Grandfather Lamech put his arm about his sons shoulders. El tells me these are 
end days.
  
End of what? Noah asked.
Of all that we know, I think, the old man said. It is not just a question of 
moving our tents to where there is more water and better pasture for your 
beasts. Sometimes I, too, feel that the words are all confusion. El talks of 
many waters, but there is no water anywhere around, except in the wells.
Sandy, sitting next to the old man, with the mammoth lying nearby, shuddered. 
Grandfather Lamech, if he did not die first, and Noah and his family, and a good 
many animals, would be the only ones to escape drowning in the great flood.
I already know the story, he thought, and was glad that the night hid his deep 
flush of embarrassment. It did not seem right that he should know something that 
Grand-father Lamech and Noah did not know.
But what did he know? Vague memories of Sunday school. God, angry at the 
wickedness of the world, and sending a flood, but telling Noah to build an ark 
and bring the animals on. And then there were terrible rains, and finally a dove 
brought Noah a sprig of green, and the ark landed on Mount Ararat. Not much of a 
story unless you were part of it.
Was Grandfather Lamech in the story? He did not remember. Grandfather patted 
Sandy gently, his usual way of expressing affection, and went on talking. In his 
concern about the flood. Sandy lost track of the conversation. He heard 
Grandfather Lamech saying, My grandfather, Enoch, was three hundred and 
sixty-five years, and then he was not.
Sandys ears pricked up. What do you mean, he was not?
Grandfather Lamech said, He walked with El. He was a man of warm heart. And El 
took him.
It was a weird story. El took him? How?
I was only a boy, Grandfather Lamech said. Hemy Grandfather Enoch was 
walking through the lemon grovethe same lemon grove I will show you tomorrowhe 
was walking through the lemon grove with Eland then they were not there.
If this was part of the story of Noah and the flood. Sandy did not remember it. 
Is it customary, he asked, for someone just to be not?
Grandfather Lamech laughed. Oh, dear, not at all customary. But my Grandfather 
Enoch was not an ordinary man. He went away from us to be with El at a very 
young age. He was only three hundred and sixty-five years old.
Thats exactly a solar year, Sandy said.
A what?
A solar year. For starters, it takes our planet three hundred and sixty-five 
days to go around the sun.
Nonsense, Noah said. We dont go around the sun. It goes around us.
Oh, Sandy said. Well. Never mind.
Grandfather Lamech patted his knee. It is all right.  Things may be different 
where you come from. Do you know El?
Well, yes, sort of, though we say God.
Grandfather Lamech appeared not to have heard. My Grandfather Enochhow I do 
miss him. El talks with me, and sometimes I am able to understand, but I have 
never been able to walk with El in the cool of the evening, like two friends.
What do you think happened to him, then, to Grandfather Enoch?
Lamech nodded and nodded, as though answering.  Finally he said, El took him, 
and that is all I need to know.
Father, Noah said. you talk with El more than anyone I know.
Because my years are long, my son. It was not always so. I am glad indeed that 
you have come to me before I die.
Youre not going to die for a long time yet! Noah cried. You will live as 
long as our forefather Methuselah.
No, my son. Grandfather Lamechs arm about Noahs shoulders tightened again. 
My time is near.
Perhaps El will take you, as he took Grandfather Enoch.
Grandfather Lamech laughed again. Oh, my son, I am full of years, and now that; 
you have come to me, I am ready to die. El does not need to take me in the same 
way he took Grandfather Enoch.
Sandy looked at the two small men, hugging and laughing and crying all at the 
same time. It seemed likely that Grandfather Lamech would die before the flood. 
How soon? And how soon was the flood? He had come to love Grandfather Lamech, 
who, with Higgaion, had nursed him so tenderly.
And what about Yalith? He wondered suddenly. He did not remember her name in the 
story.
And what about us, Sandy and Dennys? What would happen to us if there was a 
flood?
  
7  The Seraphim 
Sandy slept that night as usual on Adnarels cloak. He wondered if Adnarel knew 
about the coming flood and the destruction of almost all life on earth. His arms 
tightened about Higgaion, with whom he slept much as, when he was a small boy, 
he had slept with his arms around a small brown plush triceratops. His fingers 
moved through Higgaions shaggy hair, stroked a great fan of an ear. Felt 
something hard. The scarab beetle. It gave him a feeling of comfort, although he 
found it difficult to associate the bronze beetle with the great seraph. Well. 
Thinking about this could wait till morning.  Dennys was the thinker. Sandy the 
doer. The gentle tip of Higgaions trunk stroked the back of Sandys neck, and 
he relaxed into sleep.
Adnarel came in the morning, in his seraphic form.  Sandy said, Ive been 
thinking. After all, not only Dennys could think.
Adnarel smiled. Sometimes that is a good idea. Sometimes not.
 Dennys and I are in the middle of the story of Noah and the flood, arent we?
Adnarels azure eyes regarded him. So it would seem.
How are we going to get home?
Adnarel shrugged his golden wings. The way you arrived, perhaps?
Somehow, I dont chink, thats going to be possible. In the meanwhile, Dennys 
is in one of Noahs tents, halfway across the oasis.
That is true. But he is nearly ready to come to you.
Its a long way. Is he strong enough to walk it?
Possibly.
I was thinking maybe you could call a unicorn for him.
Certainly. That is a possibility.
But then I thoughtSandys forehead wrinkled anxiouslywhen we were riding 
the unicorns to the oasis, he went out with the unicorn.
That is no problem, Adnarel reassured him. If we should call a unicorn to 
bring him from Noahs tents to Lamechs, and if, for some reason, they were both 
to go out, then we would recall the unicorn to Grandfather Lamechs tent, and 
Dennys would be here, too.
Sandy asked curiously, If Dennys fell off the unicorn right away, and if the 
unicorn went out of being with him, could you call them to Grandfather Lamechs 
tent faster than it would take them in, sort of, the ordinary way.
Oh, certainly. Fear not.
Wow. Wait till I tell our father. Thats what hes working on, traveling 
without the restrictions of time.  Tessering.
Adnarel nodded. That is indeed one way of thinking about it. Your father is on 
the right track.
Sandy wrinkled his brow in concentration. Okay, then.  If Dennys and the 
unicorn went out, and then you called them back into being, and they appeared 
here, that would be a quantum leap, wouldnt it?
Tell me what you mean. Adnarels azure eyes probed Sandy.
Well, its like, oh, in particle physicswell, you can measure a quantum where 
it is, but not on its journey from there to here. At leastyou cant measure a 
quantum in both its speed and its place in space, not at the same time. A 
quantum can be measured where it is, and then it can be measured where its got 
to. So He paused for breath.
So? Adnarel asked, smiling.
Oh, I wish Dennys was here. He could explain it better than I can. But . . . 
when you call a unicorn into being, you can see it, maybe measure it. But you 
cant measure it when its gone out. Not until you call it back into being.  So 
maybe thats what space and time travel is going to have to be like. A quantum 
leap. Or what my father would call a tesseract.
You are an intelligent young man, Adnarel said. This is not easy to 
understand.
Sandy realized that he had closed his eyes, almost stopped breathing, in order 
better to concentrate. He opened his eyes, took in a deep gulp of air. Can you 
do it?
Do what?
Tesser. Take a quantum leap.
Adnarel smiled again. When I am in the scarab beetle, as I have told you, I am 
limited by what limits the beetle. When I am in my seraphic form, I have fewer 
limits.
Can you get off this planet if you want to? Sandy asked. I mean, can you 
travel to other solar systems or other galaxies?
Oh, certainly. We are here because there is need. Our brothers, the nephilim, 
cannot leave this planet. They have lost some of their freedoms.
Why? Sandy asked.
But Adnarel was examining Sandys healed skin, You are beginning to get a nice 
protective tan. When your twin comes, each of you must spend a little time, and 
then a little more, in the sun, until your skin can bear the rays without 
burning. You must always remember to stay in the tent during the noon hours. 
Even in the shade, you can burn from the suns reflection.
Ive been sunburned before, Sandy said. Once when our Scout troop went to the 
beach for the day, and we all got burned. But it was nothing like this.
I think you come from a more northerly part of the planet, Adnarel said, and 
this sun is younger than it is in your time.
And not so much pollution now between earth and sun. Does anybody here ever 
have allergies?
Adnarel smiled. Allergies do not come until later.
Hey, Sandy said. Grandfather Lamechs granddaughter Yalith, the one with hair 
the color of you when youre in the scarab beetlewhy has she never come back 
with the night-light? Why is it always somebody else?
Yalith has been busy, taking care of your brother.
For a moment Sandy was washed over with a sick wave of jealousy. He shook 
himself. If he and Dennys were not interested in mythical beasts, neither were 
they interested in girls. They went to the regional school dances, but usually 
stuck with the other members of the hockey and basketball teams. There was going 
to be plenty of time for girls later. Sometime after they had their drivers 
licenses and werent dependent on parents to drive them. Sometime when they met 
girls who were not silly and giggly and showing off.
But Yalith was not silly or giggly and she did not show off and she was not at 
all like any of the girls at school.  Even though he had been dizzy with fever 
that first night in Grandfather Lamechs tent, his memory of Yalith was as vivid 
as though she had come with the stone lamp the night before. Her bronze hair had 
held sunlight even in the dark shadows of the tent. Her body was tiny and 
perfect. Her eyes, like her hair, held sunlight. Trying to keep his voice level 
and not succeeding, for it cracked immediately, he said, Well, I wish Yalith 
would bring the night-light tonight.
Adnarel looked at him, and Sandy blushed. He understood why he was feeling the 
way he was feeling, and at the same time he did not at all understand the way he 
was feeling, and this conflicting mixture of emotion confused him.
His cheeks were as hot as they had been from fever and Sunburn. He wondered how 
much Adnaret saw. But the seraph looked at him calmly. Now I have business 
elsewhere. You worked very hard in the garden this morning during the dawn 
hours. Good work. You may stay out for fifteen more minutes. I will send my 
griffin friend to tell you when it is time to go inside 
Whats a griffin?
Ah, yes, I forget again, Adnarel said. A griffin is a mythical beast.
Not like the manticore. I hope. Sandy was not likely to forget the manticore.
Griffins have a larger vocabulary than the manticore.  Some of them can be 
fierce, but my friend is as gentle as a lamb.
What does he look like?
She is half lion, half eagle.
Which half is which? Sandys mind for the moment was on Yalith.
Her front half is that of an eagle, her rear half that of a lion. She can fly 
like an eagle, and she has the strength of a lion. Adnarel turned and strode 
through Grandfather Lamechs grove of royal palms, date palms, coconut palms, 
scrub palms, all of which blocked the hot wind and provided such a thick shade 
that Sandy felt comfortably cool.  He lay back and looked at the vast expanse of 
sky, then quickly shut his eyes against the glare.
At home the summer sky was blue, and the blue was made brighter by the white 
cumulus clouds. Except for an occasional grey day, the sky was constantly in 
motion, protected by the encircling hills. Here the sky stretched naked from 
horizon to horizon, licked by volcanic flames, burning in the sun.
A shadow deeper than the shadow of the trees fell across his face. He opened his 
eyes, expecting to see the griffin.
Instead, a young woman was looking down at him. He caught his breath. She was 
the most spectacularly beautiful girl he had ever seen. Tiny, like all the 
people of the oasis.  She wore a white goatskin which covered one shoulder.  Her 
hair was a sunburst of red. Her eyes were almond shaped and as green as the 
spring grass at home. Her body was perfect, her skin the color of a peach.
Hello! she said, looking at him with a radiant smile. Im really glad to see 
you again.
Sandy looked at her in astonishment.
You havent forgotten me, have you? Im really sorry for what happened, when my 
father and brother ...
I dont know what youre talking about. Sandy could not keep his eyes off her.
About when you suddenly appeared in our tent, and my father and brother . . . 
Again her words trailed off, as though she didnt want to finish the sentence.
Ive never been in your tent. Sandy was confused. Ive only been out of 
Grandfather Lamechs tent to work in the garden. Oh. Maybe you mean my 
brother.
She opened her eyes wide. Her lashes were long and dark and beautiful. Your 
brother?
My twin brother, Sandy said. We do look very much alike.
You havent been staying in one of Noahs tents?
No. Thats my brother Dennys.
Oh. Who are you, then?
Im Sandy.
Well, then. Sandy, Im very happy to meet you, and Im glad youre being nicely 
cared for.
 Whats your name? Sandy asked.
Im Tiglah. Im Anahs sister.
Anah?
Hams wife. Noahs daughter-in-law. And Im Mahlahs friend. Do you know 
Mahlah?
No.
Mahlah is Noahs daughter, the next-to-the-youngest.Yalith is the youngest. 
Mahlah is the beauty of that family.  Weve been giving Yalith and Oholibamah 
salves to help heal your brother. Oh, dear, this is confusing. I mean, I was 
really startled to find you here, instead of at Noahs, and then you arent you 
at all, I mean youre not the one who appeared in my fathers tent that night 
and who . . - Giants who look alike! And have no wings . . .
Sandy sighed. In our time and place were not anywhere near as tall as giants. 
Were just tall, and we probably havent even finished growing.
You arent as white of skin as the nephilim, and you dont have wings, but 
youre as tall as they are. And as handsome, in a different sort of way. She 
reached out and stroked his face. Then she bent closer, and he was 
half-fascinated, half-repelled by the strong odor of perspiration mingled with 
heavy perfume. She had rubbed something red onto her lips and over her 
cheekbones. It looked like the juice of some kind of berry. She bent closer and 
brushed her lips against his.
Hey! Sandy protested.
Youre sweet, you know, she said. Youre really sweet. Youre young, arent 
you?
Sandy said, stiffly, Were adolescents.
 Whats that?
Teenagers.
She shook her head. The nephilim dont have any age at all. They just are. But 
theyve been around. There isnt anything they dont know.
Sandy sighed. Well, Im not like the nephilim.
Her lips touched his again, warm and fruit-smelling.
A birds scream cut across the sky. Above them was the shadow of two dark, 
flapping wings, then a thud, and a nailing of a long, ropy tail, as the griffin 
landed. Out of the beak came a negative squawk which was quite evidently No, 
no, no. And another squawk which sounded very like Tiglah.
Tiglah leaned against the trunk of a tall palm, stretching her arm up to reveal 
her figure to perfection. Go away, griffin. I like this young giant, and I 
think he likes me.
The griffin cried an eagle cry and pushed herself b-tween Tiglah and Sandy. Her 
beak opened. Go, go, go.
No, no, no, Tiglah mimicked. Hes just fine right here with me to tend him. 
The other one that looks like him has Yalith and all those other women hovering 
over him. Its only fair that he should have some female care, too, isnt it. 
Sandy?
Before he could answer, the griffin had gently but firmly pushed Tiglah toward 
the path.
Youd better not hurt me! she shouted indignantly. Rofocale is my friend.
From the griffins beak came a sound very much like a mosquito shrilling. Tiglah 
kicked at it, hitting just where eagle and lion joined. Her toenails were long 
and sharp.  The lions tail flicked back and forth in irritation. Then the 
griffin pushed at Sandy, urging him toward the tent.
I dont want to go in yet. Sandy looked at Tiglahs smiling green eyes.
Tiglahs voice was cajoling. Wouldnt you like to come with me to one of the 
bathhouses?
Bathhouses with water? Sandy asked eagerly. Dirt from the garden was deep in 
his nails, and he could not clean it all off with sand.
Water? Whatever for? she asked.
To bathe in.
Goodness no! She sounded shocked. What an unhealthy idea! We bathe by being 
rubbed with oil, and we have lovely perfumes that cover all the bad smells. She 
giggled. Whoever heard of bathing with water?
Sandy felt himself being propelled toward the tent by the griffin. He was not 
sure how he felt about bathhouses with no water, and where perfume covered the 
bad smells, any more than he was sure about Tiglah. There was nobody remotely 
like her in school or in the village. She gave him a pleasurable prickly 
feeling. And, as she had pointed out, Dennys was being tended by Yalith.
The griffin pushed him into the tent.
Grandfather Lamech was waiting for him with a bowl of soup. He looked smaller 
than ever, and incredibly ancient. His hand, holding the bowl. shook slightly. 
Sandy looked at him anxiously.
He said, Sand dear, youre late.
Sorry. Grandfather Lamech. I was talking to a girl.
Grandfather Lamech asked, suspiciously, What girl?
Her name is Tiglah, and shes the sister of one of Noahs daughters-in-law.
Anahs sister, the old man said. Be careful, Sand.
Shes beautiful, Sandy said. I mean, she is absolutely gorgeous.
That may be, Grandfather Lamech said. But it is not enough.
Sandy thought the subject had better be changed. Im thirsty. The soup was 
great, Grandfather, but is there anything cool to drink? Water?
The old man shook his head. I can give you some fruit Juice. Water is too 
precious to waste it in drinking. You do not have wells where you come from?
Sure we do, Sandy said. There isnt any town water where we live, and we have 
an artesian well.
And your water just keeps on coming?
Well, in the autumn when it hasnt rained for a while, we arent allowed to 
take long showers, and our parents warn us not to flush the toilet every time we 
use it
The what?
Sorry, Sandy apologized. I keep forgetting. Grandfather Lamech was tidier 
about his bodys needs than many of the people on the pathways near his 
compound.  Sandy had been requested courteously to go to a small grove which 
drained onto the desert, whenever he needed.  But many people used no special 
place at all. When Sandy had wandered away from Grandfather Lamechs, and onto 
the public path, he had seen that the streets were full of human dung as well as 
camel dung, goat dung, cow dung.
Perhaps the fierceness of the sun burned away things that would cause disease. 
Hed have to ask Dennys. Dennys knew more about sanitation and viruses and germs 
than Sandy did. Although, if he went into environmental law when he grew up, 
hed have to learn about such things.
Grandfather Lamech gave him a bowl of still-unfermented grape juice, and Sandy 
drank it thirstily. He sniffed at the pot sitting in the banked embers of the 
fire- Grand-father Lamech cooked in the cool of the night, then set the pot in 
the ashes, where it kept comfortably warm.
Smells good. Grandfather Lamech. What is it?
Pottage, the old man said.
Whats that?
Lentils, onions, and rice, well seasoned.
Hey, Im going to have to tell my mother how to make that when I get home. A 
brief wave of homesickness enveloped him as his minds eye saw the lab, and a 
casserole of pottage cooking over the Bunsen burner.
Higgaion, too, sniffed. He had his own bowl, and he ate the same food as Sandy 
and the old man.
Grandfather Lamech seemed daily more tottery. If Dennys came to the tent, would 
it be too much for him?
But now that Noah and Lamech were reconciled, Noah not only came to Lamechs 
tent to talk, he brought great kettles of food, skins of wine, bunches of 
grapes. And the two men laughed and cried, and Noah hugged his father.  Oh, my 
father, you must live forever!
And Lamech did not answer.
 
In the end, Dennys was to cross the oasis on a camel, a white camel with a long, 
supercilious nose, sneering rubbery lips, and extraordinary gentian eyes, shaded 
by long lashes.
Noah had cut his foot on a sharp stone, and Matred forbade him to accompany 
Dennys. Now that you and your father are reconciled, do you want to spoil 
everything with an infected foot? It is healing well, but the public paths are 
full of filth. You are not to leave the tent until it has healed.
Women, Noah grunted. But he obeyed Matred.
Our Den will be all right, she reassured him. If he is in the care of the 
seraphim, he will reach Grandfather Lamech safely.
Alarid, the seraph whose host was the pelican, and who brought water to the tent 
for Dennys; Alarid, who had warned him not to change anything, came with another 
seraph. This one had wings of pale blue, and eyes like moonstones, a deeper, 
brighter blue.
So, Alarid said to Dennys, not quite accusingly, you have already made 
changes.
But I havent! Dennys expostulated.
You persuaded Noah to go to his father, when he would listen to no one else.
I didnt really say all that much, Dennys said. I sort of just listened to 
the stars. So I wasnt really the one
I am not here to accuse you, Alarid said. We are full of joy that Lamech and 
Noah are speaking again, and it may well be that it was necessary for your 
brother to pre-pare the old man for reconciliation. He indicated the other 
seraph, who had been standing quietly listening.  This is Admael.
The seraph did not extend his hand. Seraphim evidently did not shake hands. 
Admael bowed, and Dennys returned the bow.
Together, the two seraphim carefully examined Dennys.  Yalith and Oholibamah 
have taken excellent care of you, Aland said.
Admael nodded in quiet approval.
Theyve been marvelous, Dennys agreed. I think Id be dead it they hadnt. 
The scabs were long gone from his skin. He could run across the desert without 
tiring. He knew that it was time.
He looked at Alarid. And you, too. Thank you. He bowed to the seraph.
Admael will carry you to Grandfather Lamechs tent, Alarid said.
Admaeis moonstone eyes beamed toward Dennys. I will wait outside. With a 
grave look, the seraph left.
I should thank everybody. Dennys hesitated. He was eager to be with Sandy 
again, yes, and yet he was not at all eager to leave Yalith. And, of course, 
Oholibamah and Japheth. If he went to Grandfather Lamechs tent, would he ever 
see Yalith again? Would her delicate fingers slide confidingly into his hand the 
way they did when she took him out at night to listen to the stars, or when they 
danced under the desert sky?
Fear not, Alarid said. I have thanked them for you, all of them, Noah and 
Matred, Shem and Elisheba, Ham and Anah, Japheth and Oholibamah, and oh, yes, 
Yalith, too. In any event, you will be seeing them frequently. Now that 
Grandfather Lamech and Noah are reconciled, there will be much coming and going 
between the two tents. Are you ready?
 Ready. He would see Yalith again. Surely she would come to Grandfather 
Lamechs tent to visit him. Surely he would feel the touch of her delicate 
fingers.
He followed Alarid out of the tent. Night had fallen, and the sky was crusted 
with stars. He was getting used to the pattern of early rising, the long 
afternoon nap, and going late to sleep when the fiery sands had cooled down and 
the very air had lost its burning quality.
He looked for Admael, but there was no seraph. Instead, a white camel stood in 
the dim shadow of the tent.
Noah was waiting for him, standing by the camel, leaning on a stick, his foot 
bound in a clean skin. This is not goodbye, my son. We are all eager to see you 
and the Sand together. Then maybe we will believe that you really are two. The 
seraphim has looked at my foot and says that I will be able to walk on it safely 
in a couple of days. He held out his hand, palm up. Put your foot there, and I 
will help you up onto the camels back. Even for a young giant like you, a 
camels back is a long way up.
The camel had no real saddle, but heavy skins were spread on its back. Dennys 
was not at all sure how easy it was going to be for him to stay seated. There 
was nothing for him to hold on to, no reins, no pommel. But Admael in his camel 
form seemed to be a real flesh-and-blood camel, not nebulous, like the virtual 
unicorns. He did not think the camel would lose its tendency to life.
Matred came hurrying out of the tent, carrying a bundle, tears streaming down 
her cheeks. Here are your clothes. Perhaps, sometime, you will need them. 
Goodbye, our dear twin. We will miss you.
And suddenly he was surrounded by the entire family, weeping, laughing, reaching 
up to the camels flanks to hug Dennyss feet, which was as close to him as they 
could reach, even on tiptoe.
Japheth had his arm around Oholibamah, and Yalith was standing with them. They 
blew him kisses, which he blew back, and then, without warning, the camel took 
off, and everybody called after them, Goodbye, twin Den, goodbye, and well see 
you soon!
Goodbyel he called in return, trying to wave at them without falling off.
The camel turned off the oasis onto the desert as the calls faded into the 
distance. Dennys clutched the bundle of clothes Matred had given himwhat 
remained of his clothes after he had thrown away the ones fouled in the garbage 
pit. He could not imagine ever needing winter clothes again. He could not 
imagine going farther than Lamechs tent, where he and Sandy would be reunited.
He remembered reading somewhere that to ride a camel was like being on a small 
ship rolling in rough seas, and that seemed to him to be a very good 
description. He bent over and clutched the white hair on the camels neck, 
trying to let his body swing with the camels odd rhythm. A soft night breeze 
only faintly gritty with sand touched his cheeks. Above them, the desert stars 
gave out a cooling light. In the distance the mountain smoked, and the horizon 
burned red. Dennys was glad the oasis was as far away as it was from the still 
active volcano.
The camel lurched swiftly across the desert. Dennys found that the more he 
leaned into the animals syncopated rhythm the less tendency he had to slither 
off. The camel was going with such speed that it would be halfway across the 
desert before it realized that Dennys had fallen, so hed better hang on.
He tried to breathe in time with the arhythmic ride. He would be incredibly sore 
in the morning. This was far harder on the muscles than riding a horse. He 
noticed a shift in pace, a quickening of rhythm. He clutched at the camels 
neck, barely managing to hold on. Barely. He began to slip to one side, with the 
skins under him sliding with him.
The white camel was racing across the desert. Suddenly Dennys realized that the 
sound of camels hooves on sand, on stone under sand, was echoed by another 
sound.
A voice from close behind them roared, Hungry! and Dennys felt a breath so hot 
that it seared. He felt himself slipping farther and farther off the camel, 
until he was clinging to the side, and then he realized that the camel had 
turned, so that it was between Dennys and whatever it was that was roaring. He 
found himself sliding so that he was head down, peering under the camels belly.
Something was peering at him from the other side of the camel. A face. Whiskers. 
A bulbous nose. Bleary eyes.  Horns which curved down, with sharp, wicked 
points.  Dennys looked for the body that belonged to the face and saw, instead, 
a lions body. Looked along the lions body to where the tail should be and saw, 
instead, a scorpions tail, its sting rattling. He had never seen anything like 
it before. He did not want to see it now. Clutching the camels white hair, he 
tried to struggle up onto its back again.
The camel whickered, and continued to race across the desert.
 Hungry! the creature roared.
Dennys felt very small. Very young. Very afraid. Is it going to eat me?
The camel glanced back at Dennys, the gentian eyes enigmatic.
Hey! he protested. Arent you going to stop it?
The huge face loomed over the camels back. Hungry! it roared again. The 
enormous lips opened, to reveal a double set of ugly, stumpy teeth, which looked 
as though they had been worn down from gnawing. The purplish lips opened.
Dennys pulled at the camels hair. Hey. Help. The ugly creatures breath came 
closer. The bloodshot eyes were looking directly at Dennyss grey ones. He tried 
to stare it down. The tongue, thick but long as a snakes, flicked toward him. 
He drew back, shielding himself with the camel, but the man/lion/scorpion 
bounded over the camels back, landing on the sand beside Dennys.
Camel! he shouted. Please be Admael! He sidestepped away from the monster.
Again the camel agilely placed itself between Dennys and the creature. Gave 
Dennys a glance. Dennys remembered that seraphim did not like to interfere or 
change things.
Hey! he shouted. If he eats me, wont that change the course of things?
With a flash of lightning almost like the unicorns, the camel stretched its 
whiteness up to the sky, seeming to brush against the stars, to catch blue fire, 
and then Admael stood beside Dennys. Go, manticore, go quickly. And dont go to 
any of the tents. And dont even think of eating any of the mammoths. Do your 
hunting in the desert.
Tears began to trickle down the manticores cheeks, dampening its scraggly 
beard.
And dont try to make me feel sorry for you. Admael paused. Though I am sorry 
for you. You appear to be one of natures more peculiar efforts.
The manticore turned, head drooping, and with its lions body it padded across 
the desert, scorpion sting clacking as it went.
Wow! Dennys said. That was a close call.
Not really. Manticores courage is as skimpy as its vocabulary. Admael picked 
up the skins which had served as saddle. Lets go. Dennys looked at him 
questioningly.  It isnt far. Ive been running parallel to the oasis. Can you 
walk a little?
Sure. Hed just as soon walk as be bounced around on the camels back. But he 
asked, curiously, Youre not going to be a camel?
Admael had slung the skins over one shoulder. Not now. It takes considerable 
energy to transfer. We do not like to waste power when it is not necessary. The 
manticore is basically a coward, but there may be other dangers in the night 
desert. Its best that we keep moving.
Admael glanced upward, and when Dennys looked skyward, he saw the dark wings of 
a vulture blotting out the stars in swift circles.
 
The circle of the nephilim was dark against the desert, a dark shot with flames 
brighter than those from the mountain as they flickered in and out of their 
animal hosts in a show of power. They spoke from their nephil forms in bursts of 
primal energy, reverting in negative lightning to their animal hosts, and 
bursting with bright wings again in order to speak.
The crocodile opened its enormous jaws, then lifted green wings as it stretched 
skyward. What are they doing here?
What are they? Pewter wings faded like smoke and a rats tail swished back and 
forth over the sand.
There was a sulfurous smell as the nephilim flickered in and out, charging the 
air. Not true giants. Red wings and hair flamed in the hot wind and then a 
mosquito whined shrilly.
Not one of us. Purple wings misted and the dragon/ lizard stretched its 
useless wings.
Though they speak the ancient tongue.
They burn in the sun.
They cant change form.
Young. Infants.
Almost men, though.
They dont belong here.
What to do with them? Bronze wings dissolved and shrank with a tearing sound 
as the cockroach lifted its armored wings.
Do we let them live? Great garnet wings dimmed the clouds, dropped with a 
sharp crack, and the red ants small body cast a dark shadow in the starlight.
Flicker. Flame. Shadow. In and out in prideful bursts of energy.
 Ummm, moaned the nephil who was the cobra. Maybe we promise them that they 
will live.
Ummm, kkk. The vulture appeared briefly and clicked its beak. Then dark wings 
shadowed the stars.  Power. Put them in our power.
Yellow wings puffed into sulfur and the flea leapt from the dragon/lizard to the 
vulture, then raised wings high.  Power. Thats right.
Temptation, the dragon/lizard nephil suggested.
Temptation. Good. And the mosquito droned.
Lust, suggested the cobra, and the nephils face was whiter than the sand.
Ummm. Lust, agreed the vulture. Kkk. Lust.
 
Well sleep tomorrow in the heat of the day. The reunited Sandy and Dennys sat 
outside Grandfather Lamechs tent as the stars wheeled across the sky. The old 
man had gone in, after having sat outside with them to eat a fresh mess of 
pottage, and to prepare bowls of fig juice.
Higgaion was curled in the star shade of the tree, his flanks heaving in and out 
as he slept, occasionally twitching in dreams.
Noah and Matred have a mammoth called Selah, Dennys said. Usually she sleeps 
by Yaliths sleeping skins, but sometimes she came into my tent and slept with 
me.  It was weird being without you. Dennys wriggled his bare toes in the sand.
Yeah, Sandy agreed. It was weird for me, too. Higgy and Grandfather Lantech 
have been very good to me. He wanted to ask about Yalith. But something stayed 
his tongue. He said, instead, I love Grandfather Lamech. You will, too 
He seems okay, Dennys agreed. Im glad Japheth was the first person we saw. 
Otherwise, Id suspect everybody of being like those awful people who threw me 
out of their tent into the town dump.
It sounds rough.
Well, everybody in Noahs tenthold was wonderful to me.
Dennys. Sandy was suddenly somber. Do you remember the story? The story of 
Noah and the ark?
Dennys shifted uncomfortably. The story we got blown into. At first I thought 
we were in some way-out solar system.
It might be easier if we were, Sandy said. Grandfather Lamech sent me into 
town today to trade fruit for lentils. I passed a lot of people. Theyre all 
going to be drowned.
Dennys looked at the glow of the volcano on the horizon.  I know. Everybody 
except Noah and Matred, Shem and Elisheba, Ham and Anah, Japheth and 
Oholibamah.
Now Sandys voice cracked. What about Yalith?
Dennys managed to keep his voice from soaring. I dont know. But I dont think 
Oholibamah, Elisheba, or Anah are called by name in the story. Matred isnt, 
either. His voice jumped an octave. Nor Yalith. At least as far as I can 
remember. I wish we had a Bible.
It was a very patriarchal society, Sandy said. I do remember that.
Meg would call it chauvinistic, Dennys said. Who-ever wrote the Bible was a 
man. Men.
 I thought it was supposed to be God. Wasnt that what we were taught in Sunday 
school?
When we were little maybe. The thing is, the Bible was set down by lots of 
people over lots of years. Centuries.  Its supposed to be the Word of God, not 
written by God.
Okay, Sandy said, but nobody ever mentioned that there were twins named Sandy 
and Dennys Murry with Noah and his family.
Do you have any idea, Dennys ventured, when the rains are supposed to start?
Sandy shook his head. No, I dont. And I dont know how were going to get out 
of here and go home. Do you?
I thought you might have thought of something to do, Dennys said.
I dont have a clue. You pay more attention than I do when everybody goes on at 
the dinner table about tessering and red shifts and mitochondria and farandolae 
and stuff.
Mitochondria. Dennys looked at his twin. Do you remember when something was 
wrong with Charles Wallaces mitochondria, and we thought he was going to die?
We went out to the vegetable garden, Sandy said.
Because we had to do something.
Even though we knew it didnt have anything to do with helping Charles Wallace 
get well.
But it was something to do.
They were silent for a dark space. Then Sandy said,
Well, we can do it again, work in a garden. Grandfather Lamech has this huge 
vegetable gardenI mean, youve never seen such gigantic plants. And weeds. Ive 
pulled up a mountain of weeds, wait and see, and Ive hardly made a dent. And 
then there are his groves to prune and water. Theres plenty to do. Whether it 
helps anything or not.
Under them the ground trembled slightly, but by now they were both so used to 
the shifting and sliding of the young planet that they hardly noticed. Well. 
Thats good.  The garden, I mean. As long as we dont get sunstroke again.
Oh, we work only in the early morning and the evening. Grandfather Lamech is 
very careful about that.
Good, then.
Yes, but none of that gets us home. What do we do now? Sandy was asking 
himself, rather than his twin.
I think, Dennys spoke slowly, that we dont do anything. I mean, this is way 
outside our experience.
Outside anybodys experience, Sandy added. I think youre right. We wait. 
With our eyes and ears open. He looked over to where Higgaion was sleeping. The 
scarab was not in its usual place on Higgaions ear. Therefore, he thought, 
Adnarel must be somewhere else. Doing what?
 
We wait, Adnarel said. To do anything is to make changes, to cause a 
paradox.
Does not their very being here in itself constitute a paradox? Alarid, who was 
sometimes a pelican, asked.
Admael, who had earned Dennys across the desert, said, They have already made 
changes. The boy, Dennys, caused Noah to reconcile with his father, when it 
seemed that nothing would ever make that come about.
Adnachiel, his wings as sunny as the hide of his giraffe host, said, Perhaps 
the boy Sandy played a part.
Aalbiel, with wings as white as those of a snow goose, asked, Could they have 
been sent for this?
Aanel, tawny as a lion, said softly, We do not know. Perhaps they are part of 
the pattern.
Abdiel, sometimes a golden bat, spoke equally softly. 
There are many things that even the angels in heaven do not know. And we have 
chosen
Been chosen, Abasdarhon, whose host was the golden snake, corrected.
Accepted being chosen, Akatriel, whose eyes were as round and wise and fierce 
as an owls, corrected further.
to stay with the children of humankind, Abdiel continued. Therefore, we have 
relinquished some of our powers and there is much that we do not know.
Abuzohar, who was sometimes a white leopard, inclined his head, his face 
luminous as the moon. As long as the One knows, there is no need for us to 
know.
Achsah, with wings and hair the soft grey velvet of his mouse host, nodded. 
They are innocent boys, for the children of men. Likable. And they speak the 
Old Language.
Adabiel, orange wings vivid as the tiger, agreed. Good in their hearts. And 
they brought out Noahs goodness-Could that be part of the plan?
Admael said, We still have no real idea why they are here, or how they are to 
be returned to wherever it is they come from.
Adnachiel, sometimes a giraffe, looked up at the stars. We willingly gave up 
some of our powers when we chose to stay on this planet.
We do not have to stay. Abdiels seraphim wings were as bright a gold as his 
bat ones. We are free to leave at any time and to resume our full powers.
Adnarel threw off light like the sun flashing against the scarab beetle. It was 
our free choice. And nowI would not leave while theythe twinsare still here.
We may not be able to save them, Aland warned.
Then I will stay with them, Admael said, for a fraction of a second looking 
more like a white camel than like a seraphim.
Eleven luminous heads slowly nodded in agreement with Admael.
8  Oholibamah, Japheths wife 
Mahlah and Tiglah were waiting near Grandfather Lamechs ancient fig tree. 
Mahfahs belly was softly rounded.  Tiglah was round by nature, all soft curves 
and delicate plumpness that had not yet run to softness, as Anahs was doing.
The twins came from the garden, where they had weeded two long rows of plants 
which might have been forebears of tomatoes, and pulled off the suckers. 
Higgaion was in the tent with Grandfather Lamech. The twins did not see Mahlah 
and Tiglah until the two girls came to meet them.  Tiglah walked slowly toward 
Sandy. She tossed her head so that her red hair flew about her face. She lowered 
the heavy fringes of her lashes. Im sorry my father and brother didnt treat 
you better when you appeared in our tent that time. She paused, and added 
virtuously, They have to be very careful that strange men dont take advantage 
of me. Then she stopped. Am I speaking to the right one?
No, Dennys said.
Mahlah fluttered her small hands like birds. Her dark hair concealed her swollen 
belly. But which one of you was guest in my fathers tent?
Sandy stepped forward. My brother Dennys. Youre Yaliths sister?
Yes. Mahlah. But I am Ugiels bride and no longer live in the home tent.
Sandy looked at her, thinking that although Mahlah was beautiful, it was in an 
obvious way; she had none of the subtle loveliness he associated with Yalith. 
Tiglahs flashy beauty was almost an assault. He still didnt know what to make 
other. Tiglah?
She giggled, so that dimples came and went on either side of her reddened lips. 
Dont you remember me?
You were talking to me the other day, before the griffin came.
Yes, and the silly griffin interrupted us. I think she was jealous. But shes 
not here now. Would you like to come with us? She turned from Sandy, to include 
Dennys in the invitation.
Where? Dennys asked suspiciously. His first encounter with Tiglahs family had 
made him far more cautious than Sandy had cause to be. He did not trust her, 
nor, indeed, any of the small people who did not come from Noahs tenthold.
Mahlah, unlike Tiglah, was not a giggler. She smiled.  Wed like to get to know 
you better. My father thinks the world of you. So lets go for a little walk.
Dennys looked at the sky, which was already beginning to shimmer with heat. 
Its too hot. Thank you, anyhow.
Tiglah pushed her fingers through her curls, so that they glinted with gold in 
the sunlight. She, too, looked at the sky. Its not going to be really hot 
until the sun is above the palm trees. She turned her dimpled smile toward 
Sandy. Wed really love to show you around a little. You havent seen much of 
the oasis.
Sandy stepped forward. He had not enjoyed his brief excursions onto the public 
path, but if Tiglah and Mahlah were there to show them where to go, it might be 
fun. It was time to go farther than Grandfather Lamechs compound and the nearby 
shops. Well
You go, if you like. Dennys was firm. I nearly died of sunstroke, and Im 
keeping out of the sun.
Sandy looked at his brother, noticing the still pinkly mottled skin. Im sorry. 
My skins all healed. I forgot
You go, if you like, Dennys repeated.
Sandy shook his head. No. Grandfather Lamech wanted us to bring him some onions 
for his stew, and we were too busy weeding. Wed better go pull them before the 
sun gets too high.
A great whirring of wings shook tne sky above them, and the griffin landed 
between the two boys and Mahlah and Tiglah.
Go away, spoilsport. Tiglah kicked at the griffin, and her green eyes sparked 
with resentment.
Dennys backed away in fear. The griffin looked to him as fierce as the 
manticore.
Its all right, Sandy reassured him. Its a griffin, and shes a friend.
The griffin spread her eagle wings so that the two girls were screened. Opened 
her bill and squawked something like0n-yons.
Okay, okay, Sandy said. We wont forget.
The griffin folded her wings. Her lions tail swished back and forth. Tiglah 
walked cautiously around her, and put her small hand on Sandys arm- Later, 
then? You would like to come for a walk, wouldnt you?
Would he? Tiglah made Sandy feel very peculiar. She was both alluring and 
unsettling. And she was very different from Yalith, of the bronze hair and eyes 
and luminous smile. He would go anywhere with Yalith. But Tiglah? I dont 
know, he said cautiously. Dennys and I have a lot to talk about.
Mahlah, too, skirted the griffin, asking, Are you sure you are two separate 
people? My husband, Ugiel, can take different forms, yet it is always he.
We are twins, Dennys stated. Arent there any twins around here?
Tiglah moved her fingers slowly up and down Sandys arm, and it prickled, so 
that the freckles he had acquired in the sun seemed to stand up. Two 
look-exactly-alikes?  No. Of course, we can tell you apart right now, because 
your skinher fingers caressed Sandys forearmis strong, and you are getting 
quite tanned, and you both have freckles across your nose. Whereas hisshe 
indicated Dennysstill looks raw and uncooked.
But handsome, Mahlah purred. We dont have any men on the oasis who are as 
tall and like gods as you are.
The griffin cried again, On-yons.
Sandy had already turned in the direction of the vegetable garden when he 
noticed Dennys looking past the clump of trees to the public path. Yalith and 
Oholibamah were coming toward them, carrying a large kettle between them.
Mahlah drew her lips up in what was more a grimace than a smile. Well, sisters 
dear, are you pursuing the twin giants?
Oholibamahs low voice was pleasant. Good morning.  Matred sent us with a meal- 
Grandfather Lamech is too old to cook for so many.
Unheeding, Yalith looked at the twins, from Dennys to Sandy, and back to Dennys. 
It is not just the difference in your skins that tells you apart. She looked 
troubled.
Lets put the kettle on the fire, Oholibamah suggested.
You dont have to go with them. Tiglah wrinkled her nose in distaste as Yalith 
and Oholibamah started into the tent.
Stay and talk with us, Mahlah wheedled.
But the twins had turned their backs on the two girls and were looking after 
Yalith as she disappeared into the tent.
The griffin shrieked with pleasure and flew off, spiraling higher and higher 
into the sky.
Dennys had picked half a basketful of onions before he began to recount for 
Sandy, in detail this time, his experience in Tiglahs tent.
But it was her father and brother who threw you out, wasnt it?
She was there.
But it wasnt really her fault.
She didnt even try to stop them, Dennys said. And even if it wasnt her 
fault, I wouldnt trust anybody who came from that tent.
Well. Sandy picked up his basket of onions and hefted it to one shoulder. I 
cant say I blame you for feeling the way you do. He did not add that, 
nevertheless, Tiglah was still the most absolutely gorgeous girl he had ever 
seen. Except Yalith. Who wasnt gorgeous at all. Whatever Yalith had, it was 
better than gorgeousness.
And were Yalith and Mahlah and Tigiah going to be drowned?
Dennys, picking up at least part of Sandys thoughts, said, StillI wouldnt 
want Tiglah to be drowned. And I guess shes going to be.
Sandy felt a chill move over his skin, despite the sun, which was rising higher 
and hotter. And Yalith?
Dennys picked up his basket. Oholibamah is Japheths wife- Ham, Shem, and 
Japheth, with their wives, go on the ark. Thats the story. Oholibamah loves 
Yalith. I mean, theyre really friends. I dont think Oholibamah would let 
Yalith drown.
If she doesnt have any say about who goes on the ark, can she prevent it?
Dennys said, Hey, were talking as if that old ark story is true. But Noah 
doesnt seem to have any inkling of it, and he talks with this El of theirs.
God. Sandy shifted his basket of onions from one shoulder to the other. Isnt 
there some kind of flood story in all cultures?
I think so, Dennys replied. I mean, even in our day the planet is still 
shifting its plates and causing earthquakes. Weve had an awful lot of weird 
weather, volcanoes erupting all over the planet, and tornadoes and hurricanes.
 Well, about those flood stories, Sandy continued.  There must have been some 
kind of major weather cataclysm.
Yeah, but thereve been wild weather patterns all through history. Ice ages. 
Whatever it was that finished off the dinosaurs, a comet, or that Nemesis star. 
Or the earth shifting slightly on its axis and altering climate and seasons. So 
a big flood isnt all that impossible.
Sandy said in a flat voice, Maybe well get drowned, too. Maybe it would be 
better than being nuked.
More inevitable than nuking. Nothing that hasnt happened yet has to happen. 
Dennys pushed into the tent and wearily set his basket of onions down near 
Grandfather Lamechs cooking stones. Sandy followed suit. They looked over to 
where the old man lay napping on his pile of skins, eyes closed, breathing 
shallowly. Higgaion was curled at his feet, and little bubbling sounds came 
rhythmically from his trunk.
Sandy said, thoughtfully, If we get nuked, it will be because of people. Power 
and greed and corruption. It wouldnt be a natural disaster. But a flood is a 
natural disaster.
Dennys nodded. Nuking would be something completely different. Not natural.
Yeah, but remember, Dad says it doesnt have to happen. People can restrain 
themselves. Weve had the power for half a century, and weve refrained. But if 
the plates of the earth slide, that cant be stopped. If a comet should hit us, 
we couldnt stop it. And storms and blizzards. Those are inevitable.
 When we had the hurricane, and the big oak was ripped out by the roots, nobody 
could have stopped that. It is differentthings that can be stopped, and things 
that cant, like tornadoes and earthquakes and
And floods, Sandy said flatly.
Grandfather Lamech startled them with a loud snore.
It doesnt do any good to talk about it, Dennys said.  Any of it. If theres 
going to be a flood, we cant do anything about it. But we can work in 
Grandfather Lamechs garden.
The old man snored again.
Right now, wed better nap, too, Sandy suggested.
Dennys dropped onto the clean sleeping skins which had been provided for him. 
Hey, its good to be back with you again.
But he missed Yaliths gentle fingers against his burned skin.
Every day, someone from Noahs tenthold came to Grandfather Lamechs tent with 
the main meal. When Yalith and Oholibamah came, they often stayed to eat with 
the old man and the twins. Yalith was equally gracious with each of them, but 
sometimes she sat looking at them in bemusement, letting Oholibamah do the work. 
 The twins, in their turn, looked at Yalith and did not look at each other.
Occasionally, one of the men brought the meal. Japheth, like his wife and 
Yalith, would stay to eat, to talk.
Shem, who was the hunter, was cordial, but not chatty.
He would stand, leaning on his spear, until he was certain that Grandfather 
Lamech had everything he needed. Then he would leave.
Japheth had told the twins that when Shem went hunting, he would always stop to 
thank the animal he had killed, thank it for giving them the food necessary for 
life.
Do all the hunters give thanks? Sandy asked.
Not anymore. I think they used to long ago. But now most of the hunters just 
kill, and often more than they need. Some kill just for the sake of killing.
Dennys said, That is true in our time, too. At home, our land is posted against 
hunters and trappers, but that doesnt stop the jacklighters.
The what? Japheth asked.
Dennys tried to explain. Hunters who shine a bright light into the eyes of the 
deer. It blinds them and they freeze and cant move, and then the hunters shoot. 
Jacklighting is illegal, but that doesnt stop a lot of people.
A lot? Japheth asked.
Dennys stated, A few can seem like a lot. Sandy nodded. The twins liked what 
Japheth had told them about Shem.
One morning Anah and Etisheba came with the food for the day. Anah, Hams wife, 
was obviously Tiglahs sister, but her hair did not have the brilliance of 
Tiglahs, and her eyes were not as rich a green. She was becoming flabby, with 
dimples all over, in her cheeks, her chin, her elbows, her knees. She was softer 
than Tiglah.
Elisheba was like Shem, solid, muscled, kind. At home, in the twins part of the 
world, she would have looked comfortable in a flowered housedress, and she would 
scrub her kitchen floor every day, and shift all the furniture to sweep under 
it. There was something more familiar about Elisheba than about many of the 
other women, who had an Oriental strangeness. Anahs and Tigtahs eyes were 
almond-shaped, their cheekbones high.
After the pot had been set on the stones, Anah put her hands on her rounded 
hips, looking in open admiration at Sandy and Dennys. Another hundred years and 
youll be the most handsome men on the desert.
Dennys looked at Grandfather Lamechs wrinkled face and trembling hands, 
thinking that the old man, at any rate, was not going to live for another 
hundred years. And even if the flood held off, he and Sandy did not have the 
life span of these tiny desert people. But he said nothing.  He did not like 
Anah; Anah was Tiglahs sister.
Elisheba picked up the empty pot from the day before, which the twins had 
scoured clean with sand. I wonder if theyll grow wings? She tended to speak 
of Sandy and Dennys as though they could not hear.
I think theyre a new breed, Anah said. not seraph or nephil, but a 
completely different kind of giant. Her gaze slid from one twin to the other, 
then back to Elisheba.  What, she suggested, would you think of having two 
husbands?
Elisheba laughed. One is all I can manage.
Thank you for the dinner. Sandy turned away from Anahs gaze, which was 
uncomfortably reminiscent of Tiglahs. It smells good.
And please thank Matred for us.
Anah put her fingers lightly against Sandys wrist.  Youre welcome to come eat 
in Noahs tent at any time, you know that.
Sandy was glad when she was gone.
The big tent was dark and quiet. Matred poked her elbow against Noahs ribs. 
What about Mahlah?
Humph? Noah mumbled sleepily.
Husband. It cannot have escaped your notice that Mahlah is with child.
Noah rolled over. I have been very busy.
Noah.
It is time Mahlah brought her young man to our tent, Noah said. We will 
prepare a feast.
It is not a young man, Matred said. At least, it is not one of our young men, 
and I dont think theyre young, I think they are old, far older than any of us, 
even Grandfather Methuselah.
Woman, whator whoare you talking about?
Mahlah, Matred said impatiently, and her nephil.
Noah sat up. What are you trying to tell me?
I am telling youMatred kept her voice lowthat Mahlah is with child by a 
nephil, and that she has had some kind of nephil wedding. Quickly she put her 
hand over Noahs mouth to stifle his roar of outrage.
This is not how things are done. He pushed her hand away, but kept his voice 
under control. There has been no wedding feast. No nephil has come to our 
tent.
The nephilim do not do things the way we do. Their customs are not our 
customs.
 This is Mahlahs will? She loves this nephil?
So it would seem. She sends messages by Yalith. She does not want to tell us 
these things herself.
Noah growled. It is the way of things to lose a daughter to another mans tent, 
but not without the proper formalities.
When Mahlah does speak to meMatreds voice was heavyshe keeps reminding me 
that times have changed.
Noah sighed. It is not what we would have chosen for our daughter, but after 
all, Oholibamah
Macred leaned against her husband, and he put his arm around her. I would 
rather have it one of our young giants. At least they are truly young, and I 
think they are good.
They fit in with us, Noah agreed, and the nephilim do not. It seems now as 
though our twins have been with us always.
The moons have slipped by, Matred said. Seven or eight of them, at least.
They have worked wonders in my fathers gardens and groves. It is hard work, 
and yet they never complain.
Perhaps Yalith Matred started, then said, It is time we asked them to take 
another evening off and come to our tent. I wish Mahlah had not been lured by 
the nephilim. They glitter, but I do not think they are loving.
I will speak to Mahlah. Noah pulled Matred down onto the sleeping skins.
If she will speak with you, Matred said.
 
The twins enjoyed their visits to the big tent, the noise and singing and 
laughter. Once, at the time of the full moon, Noahs married daughters were 
there with their husbands and children, and there was dancing and music and loud 
quarreling and reconciling.
I wish Mahlah were here, Matred said.
Less than a moon later, Anah and Elisheba, bringing a big pot of vegetable stew 
to Grandfather Lamechs tent, again invited the twins to the big tent. But you 
should feel free to come more often, Anah said. You dont have to wait for an 
invitation.
Sandy felt her eyes inviting him. He turned away. We dont like to leave 
Grandfather Lamech too often.
Higgaion, lying stretched out by the embers, swished his stringy little tail, 
raised his head, and put it back down with a thump.
Again Anah lavished her smile on Sandy. Youre getting nearly as brown as one 
of us, and you have freckles all across your nose.
The Den, too. Elishebas smile was friendly. I never believed hed make it. 
Matred thought he was going to die.  But Oholibamah is a healer. And Yalith was 
marvelous with him.
Sandy felt a sharp twinge of jealousy. When Yalith came with the night-light or 
with the evening meal, she was careful, overcareful, he thought, to smile no 
more at one twin than at the other. All that was a long time ago. He was 
surprised at how cross his voice sounded. Weve both been well for months now.
 For what?
Oh. Many moons. Moon and month did come from the same root, after all. but the 
people of the oasis thought of time in moons and crops and the movement of the 
stars.
Yalith will be looking for a husband one of these years. Anahs voice was 
suggestive.
Elisheba was brusque. Yalith will make a good wife. But not yet.
Anahs eyes strayed from twin to twin. Hmm. She pursed her lips.
Elisheba jiggled Anahs arm. Wed better be getting back, or Matred will be 
after us.
She doesnt scare me, Anah said.
Who said anything about being scared? Theres a lot of work to do, and shes 
getting too old to do it all herself.
Too fat, Anah muttered.
Whos talking?
Still bickering, the two women left, taking the empty pot with them.
The twins went out to the vegetable garden, putting on Matreds straw-woven 
hats. The sun was not yet high, the shadows still long. Well stay just a 
little while, Sandy said.
They worked hard. The weeds, it seemed, grew up as fast as they could clear 
them. Weeding was a never-ending Job. They did not mention Yalith. They had more 
than enough to do to keep them busy.
Grandfather Lamech no longer came out to the garden with them, but spent most of 
the day in the tent, drowsing.
After the long afternoon sleep he would sometimes accompany them to the well, 
where they drew water, filling large clay jars, one for use in the tent. The 
others were for the garden, which Higgaion helped them water, spraying with his 
trunk, which was almost as good as a hose.
Its good to be working in a garden, Sandy said, even if its not the garden 
at home.
Who do you suppose is tending to the garden at home?
Dennys asked. Its got to be at least harvest time by now. That is, if time 
there is passing like time here.
Everything is different here, Sandy said. People living longer, for 
instance.
So maybe time is different, too. At home we had alarm clocks and those 
electronic bells at school, and here time just slides by and I hardly even 
notice it.
I dont want to think about it, about time, Sandy said.  He looked at his 
twin. Were browner than we ever got at home. Anahs right about that.
And our hair is bleached. At least, if mine is like yours, it is.
Sandy looked at his twin. Well, your hair is lots lighter than it used to be.
I wonder what it would feel like to wear clothes again? They were used to 
wearing loincloths. They were even used to no showers, no water for bathing. The 
smells of the tent were hardly noticeable.
With a strong green vine, Sandy was tying up tall, green-leafed bushes, giant 
versions of the basil they planted between the tomatoes in the garden at home. 
Grandfather Lamech often chopped up the leaves to season his stews.  Im not 
homesick anymore. At least, Im not homesick.
I try not to think about it too often, Dennys said,  except to remind myself 
that since I didnt die of sun-stroke, then somehow or other we ought to be able 
to get home.
We wont be the same, Sandy said.
Sandy made a face. Hey, I dont like the way Tiglah keeps coming around. I 
dont think Im ready for Tiglah.
Tiglah, Dennys said, is what the kids at school would call an easy lay.
Except, Sandy said, there isnt anybody remotely like Tiglah at school.
Shes older. Still, neither of them mentioned Yalith.
Yeah, Sandy said.
The thing is Dennys paused. Somethings happened. Were not just kids 
anymore.
I know. Sandy bent over one of the plants.
Dennys pulled up a resisting weed with such force that he sat down. We havent 
seen Adnarel lately. Or any of the other seraphim.
Sandy finished tying the plant to a bamboo stalk. Images of scarab beetle and 
pelican, camel and lion, flashed before him. He always felt better if Adnarel 
was with them.  When the seraph was in his scarab-beetle form, he was usually 
near Grandfather Lamechs sleeping skins, or on Higgaions ear. He gave Sandy a 
sense of security. I think the seraphim like us.
But the others dont, Dennys said. I mean, the other ones, the nephilim. Ive 
seen them looking at us when they thought we werent noticing. And a mosquito 
kept buzzing around me the other day after Tiglah had been around. I dont think 
it was just a mosquito.
 Rofocale, Sandy said. I heard her call one of the nephilim Rofocale.
They dont like us, Dennys said.
When supplies were needed, the twins left Grandfather Lamechs and went to the 
nearby shops, carrying figs, dates, and the produce of their garden to barter 
for rice or lentils.  On the dusty paths they passed many of the people of the 
oasis, who always paused to look up at Sandy and Dennys, surreptitiously if not 
openly.
When they passed nephilim, with whom they could look eye-to-eye, brilliant wings 
quivered, but the nephilim did not acknowledge their presence, except in sudden 
reversion to the animal host, so that a tall, bright-winged man would vanish, 
and there would be a skink scuttling across the path, or a red ant, or a slug 
leaving its slimy trail.
The women, at least the young ones, let Sandy and Dennys know that they were 
admired. Small hands reached up to touch them. They were bathed in lavish 
smiles.  Tiglah seemed to know when they needed rice or beans or lentils, and 
would be waiting at whichever stall they were headed for.
The men and the older women were different. Sometimes the twins were cursed at, 
spat at. They did not tell Grandfather Lamech, who would have been distressed.  
They learned to go to the few venders who treated them kindly and did not try to 
cheat.
Dennys said, one day, Hey, Sand. If you want to go for a walk with Tiglah, 
dont let me stop you.
I dont want to. Sandy turned his gaze from the side of the path, where a 
vulture was picking the flesh from a small carcass.
I mean, just because it was her father and brother who threw me into the 
garbage pitI mean, Im not stopping you, or anything.
No problem, Sandy agreed.
They were careful with each other as they had never been careful before.
And still they did not mention Yalith.
Yalith and Oholibamah were helping Matred to clean the big tent when they were 
disturbed by the flap being pushed open, and a lavender-winged nephil came in. 
He spoke without greeting. It is nearly Mahlahs time. She will need you to 
help with the birthing of the baby.
Matred held the broken palm branch which she was using as a broom. Do you not 
have one of your own kind to help?
Ugiel looked at Oholibamah with hooded eyes. Flicked a long finger in her 
direction. She will be of use. And Mahlah will need her mother and sister.
Oholibamah took a step away from the nephil. How will we know when to come?
Tonight. At the time of the moonrise. I, Ugiel of the nephilim, tell you so.
We will come, Matred pronounced. I will not have my daughter labor alone.
Good. I will expect you.
We will come, Matred repeated, but you will wait outside.
Ugiei shrugged. Have it your own way. It is a womans job to see to all the 
blood and mess of a birth. He started out, then turned his burning gaze on 
Yalith.
She did not drop her eyes. Biting her lower lip, she met his stare.
You cannot have them both, you know, Ugiel said.
Then he was gone.
Yalith and Oholibamah spread skins over some low scrub palms. Some skins they 
would discard, if they were too soiled. Others they would scrape and beat clean.
What did he mean? Oholibamah asked.
Who?
Ugiel.
About what?
About not having them both.
Yalith picked up a skin foul with spills and put it in the dump pile. Who ever 
knows what a nephil means?
You do, and I do, Oholibamah said. He meant our young twins.
Yalith picked up another skin, appearing to examine it closely. The Sand was 
the first one I met. The Den is the one we saved from the sun death.
And they are two people, not one, Ohoiibamah reminded her.
I know. Oh, yes, Oholi. I know that. They are very different when you get to 
know them.
And you do not love one more than the other?
Yalith shook her head. Anyhow, they are too young.
Are they that young in their own time?
We dont know anything about their own time.
Oholibamah sat on a stump, a pile of cleaned skins across her knees. I love my 
Japheth. I am very happy with him. I wane you to be happy, too.
Yalith shivered. Mahlah seems to be happy, married to a nephil.
Our twins are not nephilim.
But they are different. They are not like us.
And you love them.
Yes.
You love them both.
Yalith picked up a pile of skins to be discarded. Im going to throw these 
away. Then wed better stop. The suns getting high and its too hot for this 
kind of work.
Matred said to Elisheba, You have not been to the womens tent for two moons.
Elisheba nodded, put her hands to flushed cheeks in an unwontedly girlish 
gesture.
Matred embraced her. Is it true?
Yes. You will have yet another grandchild. Hugging each other, they danced 
with joy.
Eblis the dragon/lizard was waiting for Yalith when she went to the well for 
water. He was not in his animal host, but was leaning against the trunk of a 
royal palm, purple wings wrapped around him, so that he was almost lost in 
shadows-When he stepped forward, Yalith was so startled that she almost dropped 
the clay pitcher which she carried on one shoulder.
Eblis rescued the pitcher and put it down. Every day you grow lovelier. He 
touched her gently on one cheek.
Yalith blushed and reached for the pitcher.
Let me help you, Eblis said. When the pitcher was full, he touched her again, 
tracing her brows with one pale finger. Ugiel is right, you know.
I dont know what youre talking about.
Oh, yes, you do, my sweet one, yes, you do. And I am the only answer to your 
problem.
She looked at him questioningly.
I want you, lovely little one. You know that I want you.  I can give you all 
that Ugiel gives your sister Mahlah, and you know how happy she is.
I know ...
Those stupid young giants who dazzle you with their youth can give you nothing 
except grief. You cannot choose between them, and if you should choose one, what 
would happen to the other?
They have not asked me She faltered.
But I have. I do. I want you.
He bent toward her, and suddenly she felt nothing but fear. It was as he said: 
he wanted her. He did not love her.  She picked up the water pitcher and fled, 
heedless of the water splashing on the ground.
9  Mahlahs time, Lamechs time 
The afternoon was the hottest the twins had ever experienced. Sandy woke from 
unpleasant dreams of erupting volcanoes, to see Dennys sitting up on his 
sleeping skins, shiny with sweat.
Higgaion spent the midday sleeping hours with Lamech.  At night he dutifully 
took turns with the twins, but Sandy suspected that the past few nights had been 
spent at Grandfather Lamechs feet. The old mans extremities tended to get cold 
from lack of circulation.
Is anything wrong? Sandy asked.
Its terribly hot.
Thunder rumbled in the distance.
That might mean rain, Sandy said. For the moment he had forgotten that rain 
might mean flood.
So had Dennys. Oh, good, for the orchards and the garden. Even with all our 
watering
The thunder came again, with a crackling, electrical sound.
Higgaion padded over to them, whimpering, looking across the tent to Grandfather 
Lamech.
The two boys hurried to the old man. The flap had been pegged open to let in as 
much breeze as possible, and the air outside was sulfurous, the sky a 
greenish-yellow.
Sandy squatted at one side of Grandfather Lamech, Dennys at the other. The old 
man was propped high on folded skins. Dennys took one of his hands and was 
shocked at how cold it was. He began to massage it, trying to get some 
circulation into the withered fingers.
Lamech opened his eyes and smiled, first at one twin, then the other. When he 
spoke, his voice was so faint that they had to strain to hear. In your time and 
placeover the mountainis it better?
Sandy and Dennys looked at each other.
Sandy said, Its very different.
How? the voice whispered.
Well. People are taller. And we dont live as long 
How long?
Dennys answered in words which seemed to him an echo of something long lost. 
Threescore years and ten.
Sometimes fourscore, Dennys amended.
Dennys looked at Sandy, at his tan, healthy skin, muscled arms and legs, clear 
eyes. We have big hospitalsplaces to take care of sick people. But Im not 
sure Id have had any better care for my sunstroke there than I got from Yalith 
and Oholibamah.
Sandy said, We have showers and washing machines. And radios and rockets and 
television. And jet planes.
Dennys smiled. But I came to your tent on a white camel. Almost all the way.
Lamech whispered, and both boys bent down to hear.
Peoples heartsare they kinder?
Sandy thought of the first vender who had tried to give him half the amount of 
lentils Grandfather Lamech had requested, and who had snarled and cursed when 
Sandy protested.
Dennys wondered how much real difference there was between terrorists who 
hijacked a plane and Tiglahs father and brother, who had thrown him into the 
garbage pit.
People are people Sandy started.
Simultaneously, Dennys said. I guess human nature is human nature.
Lamech reached out a trembling hand to each boy. But you have been to me as my 
own.
Dennys gently squeezed the cold hand.
Sandy mumbled, We love you, Grandfather Lamech.
And I you, my sons.
Els words are strange words. I dont understand, Lamech said. I dont 
understand the thoughts of El.
Neither did the twins.
Lightning and thunder came simultaneously. Light splashed through the roof hole 
and the open tent flap. The walls of the tent shook from the violence of the 
thunder and a long earth tremor.
But no rain fell.
The twins sat on the root bench to watch the stars come out. Higgaion stayed in 
the tent with Grandfather Lamech. The sky still had a yellow tinge, though there 
was no further lightning or thunder. Tongues of flame licked up from the 
volcano. High in the trees, the baboons chittered nervously.
Sandy curled his toes on the soft moss under the tree root. Weve never been to 
a deathbed.
No.
I thought that was going to be one, this afternoon with Grandfather Lamech.
Dennys shook his head. I think he wanted to ask us those questions.
Does he know theres going to be a great flood?
I think his El that he talks to has told him.
Sandy picked up a fallen frond of palm and looked at it in the last light. But 
the flood was a natural phenomenon.
Dennys shook his head slightly. Primitive peoples have always tended to believe 
that what we call natural disasters are sent by an angry god. Or gods.
What do you think? Sandy asked.
Again Dennys shook his head. I dont know. I know a lot less than I did before 
we came to the oasis.
AnyhowSandys voice was flatit didnt work.
What didnt work?
The flood. Wiping out all those people, and then starting alt over again. 
People are taller, and we do even worse things to one another because we know 
more.
Dennys took the palm frond out of Sandys hand. I wouldnt choose Ham and Anah 
to repopulate the world, if I were doing the choosing.
Oh, theyre not that bad, Sandy said. And Shem and Elisheba are all right. 
Not terribly exciting. But solid. And Japheth and Oholibamah are terrific.
Well. What you said. It didnt work.
Maybe nobody shouldve been saved. Sandys voice was hoarse.
Yet again, Dennis shook his head. Human beingspeople have done terrible 
things, but were not all that bad, not all of us.
Like who?
Thereve been people likeoh, Euclid and Pasteur and Tycho Brahe.
Sandy nodded. His voice came out more normally. I like the way Tycho Brahe was 
so in awe of the maker of the heavens that he put on his court robes before 
going to his telescope.
Who told you that?
Meg.
I like that, I really do. Hey, and I think Meg would like us to mention Maria 
Mitchell. Wasnt she the first famous woman astronomer?
I miss Meg. And Charles Wallace. And our parents.
But Dennys was still involved in his list. And the wise men who followed the 
star. They were astronomers. Hey!
What?
If the flood had drowned everybody, if the earth hadnt been repopulated, then 
Jesus would never have been born.
Sandy, his nostrils assailed by a now familiar but still disturbing odor, hardly 
heard. Shh.
What?
Look.
A small, shadowy form left the public path and came toward them. Tiglah.
She doesnt give up, Dennys mumbled.
Tiglah had learned that Dennys was not to be touched, not by her fingers, at any 
rate. She approached the twins demurely, eyes cast down, giving her eyelashes 
the full benefit of their lustrous length. She reached out and put her hand 
lightly against Sandy, as though to steady herself.  Its a fine evening, after 
all, she said.
Dennys pulled back from the mingled odor of sweat and perfume.
Its okay. Sandy looked dubiously at the yellow light pulsing on the horizon.
Tiglah said, I thought you might like to know that Mahlah is going to have her 
baby tonight.
How do you know? Dennys demanded.
Rofocale told me.
How does he know? Sandy asked.
He and Ugiel are friends. Yalith and Oholibamah are going to help.
The twins had seen kittens and puppies being born, and once a calf, and they had 
played with baby lambs and pig-lets on a neighboring farm. They looked at each 
other.  Ill bet Oholibamahs a good midwife, Dennys said.
Tiglah continued, They tell me that Oholihamahs mother had a hard time 
birthing her. Nephil babies tend to be large. She sounded anxious.
Dennys looked at her sharply. Does that worry you?
It might, one day. I hope it wont be too hard on Mahlah. Shes such a little 
thing. Like me.
Well, Dennys said. Thanks for telling us. His tone was dismissive.
Its going to be a beautiful night. Tiglahs fingers strayed toward Sandys 
arm.
Dennys turned his face away and looked toward the tent.  The flap was still 
pegged open. Higgaion was sitting in the opening, waving his trunk slightly, as 
though to catch the breeze.
Sandy looked at Tiglah, hesitated.
Swiftly, Tiglah coaxed. Its such a nice night for a walk. After Mahlahs baby 
is born, Yalith and Ohoiibamah will be walking home and we might meet them . . 
.
Sandy rose to the bait. Well . . . but not far ... or for long . . .
Of course not, Tiglah reassured. Just a little walk.
Sandy became aware of Dennys carefully not looking at him. Are you coming?
No.
Do you mind if I go?
Of course not.
I wont be long.
Feel free.
They were not communicating. Sandy did not like the feeling. But he stood. 
Tiglah reached up and put her small hand in his much larger one. When they 
reached the public path, he looked back. Higgaion had left the tent and was 
standing by Dennys.
The night was heavier than usual. The stars looked blurred, and almost close 
enough to touch. The rainless storm had increased rather than decreased the 
heat. The mountain smoked.
Lets go by the desert, Tiglah suggested, and watch the moonrise.
To step off the oasis onto the desert was like stepping off a ship onto the sea. 
The desert sand felt cool to Sandys feet, which were now accustomed to the hot 
sands by day, to walking on stones, on sharp, dry grasses.
Tiglah led the way to a ledge of rock. Lets sit.
Moonrise over this early desert was very different from moonrise at home. At 
home, as the moon lifted above the horizon, it was a deep yellow, sometimes 
almost red. Here, in a time when the sea of air above the planet was still clear 
and clean, the moon rose with a great blaze of diamonds.
Sandys eyes were focused on the brilliant light of the rising moon, and he was 
not prepared to have the light suddenly darkened by Tiglahs face as she pressed 
her lips against his. She was up on her knees in order to reach him, and her 
lips smelled of berries. Then he was surrounded by her particular odor of 
scented oils and her own un-washed body.
He knew what she wanted, and he wanted it, too; he was ready, but not, despite 
her gorgeousness, with Tiglah.  Tiglah was not worth losing his ability to touch 
a unicorn.
But Yalith
He knew that he and Dennys should do nothing to change the story, to alter 
history. Even with Yalith . . .
He was getting ahead of himself. Yalith was not Tiglah.
Yalith smiled on both of them with equal loveliness.
Tiglahs red hair, turned silver-gold in the moonlight, tumbled about his face, 
drowning him in its scent. She massaged the back of his head, his neck. Her 
breathing mingled with his. He knew that if he did not break this off, he would 
not be able to. With a deep inward sigh, he pulled away. Stood.
Tiglah scrambled to her feet, stared up at him reproachfully. Dont you like 
it? Dont you like what I was doing?
Yes, I like it. His voice was hoarse. I like it too much.
Too much? How can anything be too much? What is there in life except pleasure, 
and the more the better! How can you talk of too much?
Youre too much. He tried to laugh. I think Id better go now. Grandfather 
Lamech isnt well.
Hes dying, Tiglah said bluntly Rofocale told me.
Rofocale doesnt know everything.
He knows more than we do, more than any mortal.
Sandy stood still. He thought he heard the shrill whine of a mosquito. Then 
silence. He turned and started walking back to the oasis. Tiglah slid down from 
the rock, ran to catch up with him, and reached for his hand.
You, too, she said. You must be of the same breed as Rofocale, so tall, so 
strong. You could pick me up, and throw me over your shoulder. Where do you come 
from?
He was tired of answering the old questions. Another part of the planet. 
Another time.
Why have you come?
It was a mistake, he said shortly.
But why was it a mistake to come? Its wonderful that youre here! How long are 
you going to stay?
I dont know.
But you do have plans? What are you going to do?
Take care of Grandfather Lamechs garden and groves.
Is that all? You didnt come all this way just for that! You must have come for 
some reason.
No, he said. He removed his arm from her hand.
 
No. Tiglah said. I didnt find out anything. I asked him all the questions 
you told me to, but he didnt tell me anything 
Rofocale towered over her, his wings flaming like the sun even in the moonlight. 
He must have said something.
He said he came from far away, and that it was a mistake to come.
Mistake? Rofocale queried. The garnet pool of his eyes looked opaque. Could 
El have made another mistake?
You think your El sent them?
Who else? They are certainly not native. They may be as much of a threat to us 
as the seraphim. At least the seraphim are careful not to manipulate or change 
things.
You think the young giants will?
Who knows? And you couldnt gee anything out of him?
The dimple in Tiglahs chin deepened. At least he came with me this time.
So he did. And did you kiss him?
She nodded. He tasted so young. Young as the morning.
 Did he like it?
He liked it. But just as I thought he was ready to go further, he pulled back. 
But give me time, Rofocale. This is, after all, the first time hes been willing 
to go with me.
Rofocale in a movement of swift grace knelt so that their eyes were level. You 
must work fast, my little Tiglah.
Why? Whats the hurry?
Rofocate rubbed the back of his hand against his fore-head. Some of our powers 
have been weakened. We can no longer tellbut Noah knows something. His sons 
married abnormally young, and hurriedly. Noah still speaks with the One on whom 
I have turned my back. There may not be another hundred years.
But why do you want me toto seduce him?
Wouldnt that put him in yourand mypower? He drew her to him. What you do 
with the naked giant will not make you any less mine, little lovely one. I like 
my women to be experienced in the ways of lust.
Will I make a baby for you?
He spread his wings so that she was wrapped in a cloud of flame. Soon.
 
Soon, Oholibamah said. Soon. Press down, Mahlah, press down. Hard.
Soon, Yalith echoed reassuringly. It will come soon.
Matred said nothing.
Mahlah, lying on her back on a pile of skins, screamed.  Her hands groped 
frantically, and Matred took them in a firm grasp, while Mahlah clutched.
Its gone on so long, Yalith whispered, How much more can she take?
Get up, Matred ordered Mahlah.
Mahlah wailed, I cant. I cant. Oh, let it come, let it come soon
Get up, Matred repeated. Squat.
I did, I did, until I was so tired I couldnt
Youve rested enough  Matreds voice was rough. Help her up, she ordered 
Yalith and Oholibamah.
The two girls had to use all their strength to pull the resisting Mahlah off the 
skins.
Squat, Matred said. Bear down. Now. Now. Push.
The moon is setting, Yalith said.
Oholibamah looked at Matred. My mother went through this. She is still alive.
Yes, my dear, Matred said. Thank you. It was Oholibamahs first open 
acknowledgment that she had been sired by one of the nephilim, and Matred 
pressed her shoulder in gratitude.
The moon set. The sun rose. It was stifling in the small while clay house. The 
four women streamed sweat. Mihlahs hair was as wet as though it had been dipped 
in the water jar. Her eyes were wide open in agony. She moaned. screamed, 
shrieked. Occasionally, between contractions, her mouth would fall open laxly 
and her lids would droop shut as she dropped into an exhausted sleep, only to be 
wakened as she was assailed by a fresh pain
The sun slid low in the sky.
Squat, Matred ordered. You must squat again.
Three nights and three days. Squatting, lying, screaming.
She will die, Yalith thought. This cannot go on.
  
Soon. Oholibamah continued to reassure the tortured Mahlah. It will come 
soon. Press down. Harder.
Matreds voice was sharp with anxiety. Work, Mahlah, work. We cannot have this 
baby for you. Work. Push.
For the fourth night, the moon rose.
Push, Matred commanded.
A long, grunting groan came from Mahlah, more terrible than her screams.
Now. Now
The groan seemed as though it would tear Mahlah apart.
Now. And at last Matred reached between Mahlahs legs to help draw the baby 
out of her body. The babys head was so large that Yalith could hear Mahlahs 
flesh rip as the child came out. Matred shook it, patted its buttocks, and the 
air rushed into its lungs and it howled.
While Sandy was with Tiglah, Dennys went in to Grandfather Lamech, uneasy about 
him. He walked to where the old man was lying.
Son?
Its Dennys, Grandfather.
An old hand groped for his. Dennys held it, and it was cold, deathly cold. Can 
I do something for you, Grandfather?
A serene smile wreathed the old mans face. El has spoken.
Dennys wailed.
The old man seemed to be trying to suck in enough air to speak. Finally he said, 
All will not be lost. Oh, my son, Den, El has repented. While you were in the 
garden, El spoke to me here in the tent. I have never heard him here before. Oh, 
my son, Den, my son, my son, Noah will be spared. Noah and his family. El has 
spoken.
From what, Grandfather Lamech?
Eh?
From what will they be spared?
The old fingers trembled in Dennyss hand. El spoke of many waters. This I do 
not understand. But no matter.  What is of concern is that my son will be 
spared. The fingers pressed against Dennyss. But you, my son? What will 
happen to you? I do not know.
I dont know either. Grandfather. Dennys massaged the withered old hand until 
a little warmth returned.
Ugiel stood looking down at the baby lying between Mahlahs breasts. The young 
mother looked pale and exhausted, but radiant.
The three women who had shared her labor were nearly as exhausted as Mahlah. 
Oholibamah had deep circles under her eyes, and her cheeks were ashen. It was 
she who had somehow or other stanched the blood that poured out, nearly taking 
Mahlahs life with it; she who had brought the afterbirth out safely. Her hands 
and arms were stained red from holding Mahlahs torn flesh together until the 
rush of blood slowed to a trickle and the danger of hemorrhaging was over.
Ugiel paid no attention to the others. He gazed at his baby. It had a full head 
of hair, black, like Mahlahs. He flipped it over and fingered the soft down 
outlining the shoulder blades. I am pleased, he said.
Matred was sharp. And well you might be. It almost killed her. Without 
Oholibamah, it would have. She turned away from Ugiel and fed Mahlah some of 
the strengthening broth Elisheba had sent over.
Go home, she said to Yalith and Oholibamah. Go and get something to eat, and 
rest. I will stay with Mahlah.  Elisheba will be by later.
Oholibamah, also ignoring Ugiel, looked at mother and child. She will need much 
care for the next several days.  Be sure to call me if the bleeding starts 
again.
I will. Matred promised.
Ugiel bent over Mahlah and with one long finger touched the baby on its eyelids, 
its nose. I am pleased, Ugiel said again.
Oholibamah sat in the big tent, letting Elisheba feed them lentil soup.
Oholibamah said, He didnt care whether she lived or not, as long as she had 
the baby.
Yalich paused in the act of raising her bowl to her lips.
Do you really think that?
You heard him, didnt you? Why doesnt she get on with it? he said. Why is 
it taking so long? And then he would go away and not come back for hours and 
hours.
Mother said she didnt want him around Then Yalith stopped. Matred had been 
with her older daughters when they gave birth, shooing their husbands away but 
giving a running account of the delivery. Nor had the husbands gone far away. 
They had. in fact, been maddeningly underfoot. They had not simply vanished, 
like Ugiel, leaving everything to the women. She finished her soup in silence.
Oholibamah, too, drank. Her dark brows drew together.  Her raven-black hair had 
come loose from its thong and fallen about her shoulders.
Oholibamah Yalith said softly.
What is it?
The nephiliro marry our women, give them babies. But the seraphim
They do not marry. Or give babies.
But in many ways they are like the nephilim.
Oholibamah pushed her dark hair back in a weary gesture. No. I think that once 
the nephilim were like the seraphim.
What happened to change them?
I dont know.
Yalith thought of Aariel, with the bright amber eyes and leonine grace, and then 
of Eblis, and she was glad she had run from the purple-winged nephil. She wanted 
nothing to do with Eblis, if he was like Ugiel, who did not care whether his 
wife lived or died. Could Ugiel once have been like Aariel? Could Eblis?
Oholibamah said, I think that the seraphim are free to leave us for the stars 
at any time if they want to. I dont think the nephilim can. Not anymore. They 
stay with us, not because they have chosen to, but because they have to.
Noah and Japheth came into the tent, their arms and hands as stained with grape 
juice as Oholibamahs had been with blood. Japheth embraced his wife. Yalith ran 
to her father. Mahlah has had her baby! It is all right!
Noah put his arms around his youngest child, but he seemed strangely 
disinterested.
Did you hear, Father? Yalith demanded. Mahlahs long travail is over at 
last!
That is good to hear, Noah said heavily. We were worried.
What is it? Oholibamah asked. Is something wrong?
Japheths arm tightened about his wife.
Noah drew Yalith close. El has spoken. Strange words.
Good words? Yalith asked.
Oholibamah looked at Japheth questioningly, but he shook his head.
Strange words. Noah repeated. I do not know what to make of them.
Be happy for Mahlah, Father, Yalith said. It was such a hard birth, so long. 
If it had not been for Oholi
Mahlah will be all right, Oholibamah said. She is young and strong and will 
heal quickly.
It is a big baby. Father, Yalith continued. It is the biggest baby I have 
ever seen, with dark hair, like Mahlahs, and a button of a nose.
At least it is a baby. Noahs voice was bitter.
You are upset, Oholibamah said.
Yes, I suppose I am upset. El has asked me to do strange things. I do not 
understand. Great changes are coming.  Terrible changes.
Japheth Oholibaroah whispered.
Hush. Later.
Within the comfort of her fathers arms, Yalith shivered.  But now we can 
rejoice, Father, because Mahlah has had a safe delivery.
Noah continued to hold his daughter, pressing his lips against her bright hair. 
We did not have a wedding feast for Mahlah. That hurt Matred. I had hoped that 
we could have a wedding feast for you.
Oh, but I hope you will! Yalith exclaimed. She thought of Mahlahs strange 
wedding, and she did not want one like that, isolated from her family and 
friends. Then she thought of the twins. In their own way, they were as alien as 
the nephilim and the seraphim, and yet they were human, totally human. And she 
loved them. She pressed her cheek against her fathers chest, so that she did 
not see the expression on his face.
Oholibamah did, but before she could speak, Japheth had pulled her to him again 
in a loving embrace.
 
A soft whimpering woke the twins. Higgaion had come over to their sleeping skins 
to summon them.
Sandy opened his eyes. Higgy, whats the matter?
Dennys sat up, abruptly wide awake. Is it Grandfather Lamech? He looked at 
Higgaion, asking, Should we get NoahP
Is Grandfather Sandy could not finish the sentence.
The two boys scrambled across the tent to the old mans sleeping skins. 
Grandfather Lamech was breathing in strange, shallow pants. Dennys reached to 
touch him, and saw the scarab beetle. He felt a surge of relief. Spoke urgently. 
Adnarel, we need Admael. If he could be his camel self. he could carry one of 
us to Noahs tent far more quickly than either Sandy or I could run. Dennys 
gently touched the bronze armor of the scarab beetle, which thinned out and 
disappeared under his finger, so that he was touching only a corner of the old 
mans sleeping skin.  Adnarel stood by them, a golden glimmer in the gloom of 
the tent. I will get Admael. Wait with Grandfather Lamech. With one of his 
swift, graceful gestures, he bowed and went out.
Sandy and Dennys each took one of Grandfather Lamechs hands, which felt as cold 
and lifeless as marble.  Sandy said, Adnarel is calling Admael for us. Well 
get Noah for you, as quickly as we can.
The old man breathed softly. My good boys.
Dennys watched Grandfather Lamechs straining effort to breathe. Gently he put 
his arm under the small, frail body, easing it into a sitting position. The old 
man leaned against the boy, and his breathing lightened. Ill stay with you. 
Grandfather. Dennys looked at Sandy and nodded.
Sandy nodded back.
I can wait, the old roan whispered, until the last star goes out.
Adnarel returned. He knelt by Grandfather Lamech, examining him gently. He 
turned to the twins. Admael is waiting outside. You dont need to rush. Sand. 
There will be time.
Grandfather Lamech gasped. Until the baboons
Adnarel smiled. Until the baboons clap their hands and shout for joy to welcome 
the dawn.
Dennys said, Ill stay with Grandfather.
Adnarel nodded, touching Dennyss shoulder lightly.  Good. I will be here if 
you need me. His bright form misted, swirled softly like fog, and the scarab 
beetle shone against Higgaions ear.
When Dennys had ridden the white camel across the desert, coming from Noahs 
tent, he had still been weak from his sunstroke. Sandy was well and strong, and 
had little difficulty keeping his seat, his body quickly becoming accustomed to 
the erratically rolling rhythm. They crossed the desert without trouble. On a 
high outcropping of white rock, a lion stood majestically to watch their 
progress.
There was no sound around Noahs tenthold beyond contented snores. Sandy pulled 
back the flap to the big tent, calling, Noah!
It was Matreds sleepy voice that answered, Who is it?
Its Sandy. Grandfather Lamech sent me to get Noah.
El. Noahs voice was deep. Ill be right out.
Sandy stood outside, listening to the sound of night insects mingling with 
snores from Ham and Elishebas tent.  He looked up at the sky and the low, 
blurred stars seemed to be calling him, but he could not understand what they 
were trying to say.
Noah came out, wearing a fresh loincloth.
Dennys is with Grandfather, Sandy said, and Higgaion.
Noah nodded.
Adnarel said there would be time, but youll get there faster if you ride the 
camel alone. Ill walk back.
Again Noah nodded, accepting the offer. The camels legs were folded under it so 
that Noah could climb up easily.  He sat astride, his work-gnarled fingers 
gripping the hair at the camels neck. The white beast rose slowly, leaned its 
head on the long, arched neck low enough so that it could nuzzle Sandy softly, 
then took off, heading for the desert.
Sandy followed slowly. He knew that as soon as Noah reached the tent, Dennys 
would leave Grandfather Lamech, to allow the old man his last minutes with his 
son. Dennys would be waiting for him, probably sitting out on the root bench, 
perhaps with Higgaion to wait with him. But Sandy could not make his feet hurry. 
He jumped down onto the desert, and sand lapped at his feet. He let it run like 
water through his toes.
When Grandfather Lamech died, what then? Would it be near time for the flood? 
Would Sandy and Dennys be allowed to stay in the old mans tent and take care of 
his garden and groves?
Asking these questions of the silent stars did nothing to ease the lump of 
sorrow in his throat. He moved slowly over the sand, stubbed his toe on a hidden 
rock. Said Ouch in a loud voice. Walked on.
On his rock, the lion now lay still, watchful, its ears pricking as Sandy 
plodded by.
The horizon was touched with a faint rose color. The stars were dimming. The 
birds were waking in the trees.  He thought he heard a sleepy jabbering from the 
baboons.  He turned in toward the oasis. He could not delay his return any 
longer.
His head was down; he was looking at his feet moving across the sand. He did not 
notice sounds behind him.  Suddenly something noxious was thrown over his head, 
blinding him. He was picked up roughly, his feet jerked out from under him. Two 
people were carrying him. The foul-smelling skin over his head was pressed hard 
against his mouth so that he could not scream. He tried to wriggle out of the 
clutch of whoever was carrying him, and a fist crashed into his belly, winding 
him, and something sharp pricked his arm.
10 The Song of the Stars 
Yalith left the tent and slipped away, to the desert, to the rock where the 
great lion lay. He jumped down from the rock as she approached, and she ran to 
him, flinging her arms around his great ruffed neck, and sobbing, so that her 
words were barely coherent. Grandfather Lamech is dying. Her tears spotted his 
fur. When her weeping was spent, the great cats tongue gently licked her tears 
away,  and then they sat. Yalith between the front paws, in silent communion.
The stars moved in their slow dance, dimmed. Neither lion nor girl moved. But 
Yalith, leaning against the great tawny chest, hearing the thudding of the 
lions heart in time with the soft singing of the stars, moved into peace.
Outside Grandfather Lamechs tent, Dennys sat on the old root of the fig tree, 
Higgaion at his feet. Neither moved.  Above them. the stars were quiet.
Within the tent, Noah held his father up so that the old man could breathe.
 My son, Lamech whispered. You have been a blessing to me and to the land 
...
Noahs tears rolled quietly down his cheeks, into his beard. I have been 
stubborn and stupid
A faint laugh came from his father. I did not say that you are not human. But 
you listen to El?
I try. Father. I try.
El has told me that through you shall blessing - - - The old mans breath 
failed.
Hush, Father. Dont try to talk 
It is ... it is our last - .
I listen, Father. To you. To El.
You will do what
Yes. Father. I will do what El tells me.
No matter . - 
No matter how strange it seems.
Yalith
Noahs tears flowed more freely- Oh, Father, I dont know.
Never fear. For a moment Lamechs voice was strong, and he sounded almost like 
one of the seraphim. Then the strength faded, and he spoke in a thin whisper. 
El will take care of ...
Father. Father. Dont go.
Dont hold me back, my son ... my son ...
Noahs tears fell like rain.
Our dear twins
What, Father?
The old man gasped, and then smiled a surprised smile of joy, so radiant that it 
seemed to light the darkened tent.
Had lightning flashed to make the smile visible?
Father! Noah cried. And then, Father! And then his sobs broke like waves 
across the dry sands of the desert.
The stars did not sing. The sky was silent. Higgaion sat up, ears alert. Dennys 
raised his head, and it seemed that the stars were holding their light.
And suddenly the bright presence of a seraphim stood before him, and the 
starlight again fell onto his upturned face.
Japheth and Oholibamah held vigil for Grandfather Lamech in their own way. They 
went to the desert, to their particular resting rock, and sat quietly, holding 
hands.
At last Japheth spoke: Thank El that my father and grandfather are reconciled. 
It would be much harder to bear this if
Oholibamah smiled. Two stubborn old men. Yes, it is better this way. We have 
the Den to thank for this.
It was a happy day when I first found them in the desert, our young giants. 
They have taken good care of Grandfather.
Oholibamah sighed. We are going to miss him. Yalith, especially; she was the 
closest to him of us all.
True. Japheth cradled her dark head with his hand.  But Father says it is 
best that death has come to get him now. He is too old and frail to stand the 
trip.
What trip? Oholibamah asked.
Japheths eyes were darkly unhappy. Oh, my dear one, it is what I promised to 
tell you. Father says that El has told him strange things. And that he has been 
given very specific instructions.
What instructions?
Japheth sounded uncomfortable- Oh, my wife, it is very strange indeed. El has 
told my father to build a boat, an ark.
Oholibamah, who had been leaning against her husband, sat up abruptly. An ark? 
In the middle of the desert?
I said it was strange.
Could he have made a mistake?
El?
Not El. Your father. Could he have misunderstood what El was telling him?
Japheth shook his head. He sounded very certain. He said that El had also told 
Grandfather Lamech the things which are to come.
An ark. Oholibamahs dark brows drew together. An ark, in a desert land. It 
makes no sense. Has your father told the others?
Not yet. Japheth pulled Oholibamah back against him. He says they will 
laugh.
They will, Oholibamah agreed. But she did not laugh.
I have never seen him more serious, Japheth said.
Whats the ark to be built of? Oholibamah asked.
Gopher wood. At least we have plenty of that. And then he is to put pitch 
inside and outside to make it watertight.
From what water? Japheth was silent. She turned so that she could look at him. 
This does not sound like your father.
Japheth spoke in a low voice. Nor does it sound like El.
Oholibamah stroked his face. We do not know what El does or does not sound 
like. El is a great mystery.
Japheth laughed. So is a big boat in the desert.
How big? Oholibamah asked.
Japheth flung out his hands. Three hundred cubits long, fifty cubits wide, and 
thirty cubits high.
Oholibamah asked curiously, El gave these precise measurements?
According to Father.
I dont understand, Oholibamah said. I wish youd had a chance to talk to 
Grandfather.
Japheth shook his head, wiping the tears from his eyes.
And our twins. Oholibamah said. What will happen to our twins now?
It is possible they might go on taking care of Grandfathers garden and groves. 
But Im not sure. Grandfathers death is the beginning of a big change.
Oholibamah nodded. There are dissonances in the song of the stars.
Have you heard it? Japheth asked.
Oholibamah nodded. The song has changed. Yes, I have heard it. But why should 
Grandfather Lamechs death be the beginning of change? He is a very old man.
Japheth agreed. It is not at all strange that he should die.
Oholibamah mused, Perhaps it is strange that Grandfather Lamech should die just 
as El gives extraordinary commands to Lamechs son.
Oh, my beloved, Japheth said. You are wise. Sometimes I wish you were not 
quite so wise.
They twined their arms about each other. Japheth put his lips against hers, and 
they took comfort in their love.
When it became apparent that Sandy had not returned to Lamechs tent, nor had he 
stayed in Noahs, there was great consternation.
Noahs sons and their wives had come with Matred across the desert, and stood 
sadly outside Grandfather Lamechs tent.
We havent seen him, Japheth said anxiously to his father. We thought he was 
following you.
Yalith reached for her brother. We were so busy with our grief, we didnt even 
think . . -
Noah pulled at his beard. He said he would follow me.
Ham said, not unkindly, Whatevers happened, we cant look for him now, not 
with the morning sun rising.
Shem explained to Dennys, In our country, in this heat, the dead must be buried 
quickly.
Dennys tried to hide his panic at Sandys inexplicable absence. Sandy was 
reliable. If there was a reason for his not having followed Noah to Grandfather 
Lamechs tent, he would somehow or other send word.
How? There were no telephones. But wouldnt he have tried to find one of the 
seraphim? He wouldnt just have gone off somewhere, without telling anybody.
Matred put a motherly arm about Dennys. Now we must anoint Grandfather Lamechs 
body and prepare it for burial at sundown. Then we will leave our grief and look 
for the Sand. There is some reasonable explanation for his absence, Im sure.
Anah suggested, Perhaps hes somewhere with my sister. I think theyre very 
taken with each other.
Dennys shook his head. He did not believe it. Sandy would not go off with 
Tiglah, knowing that Grandfather Lamech was dying.
Yalith slipped her hand into his and squeezed it comfortingly. She kissed him 
lightly on the cheek, like a butterfly, and then went with her mother and the 
other women into the tent. The men stayed outside while Lamechs body was rubbed 
with oil and spices and wrapped in clean white skins.
The sun rose high in the sky, beat down on them with the fierceness of a brass 
gong.
Japheth said, Do not even think of going off to look for him in this heat. Den. 
The sun would strike you down, and that would not help your brother.
Had it not been for Japheth, Dennys would have put on one of Matreds woven hats 
and gone to look for Sandy.  But Dennys knew that Japheth was right.
Surely hes somewhere in the shade, Shem said. The palm grove where they were 
sitting shielded them with its dense shade. Dont worry. Den. The Sand is a 
sensible lad.
Yes, but Dennys started. And stopped himself. The people of Noahs tenthold 
were grieving for Lamech. Higgaion was in the tent with the women and the old 
men, and Dennys knew that it was irrational of him to feel abandoned by the 
mammoth. He was, after all, Lamechs mammoth.
The tent flap was pushed open slightly and Higgaion trudged out, and toward 
Dennys, raising his trunk in sorrowful greeting and asking to be picked up, much 
as a small child will raise its arms to be lifted.
Dennys gathered up the little creature and held it against him, letting his 
tears drop onto the mammoths shaggy head.
At sunset, Noah and his sons carried Grandfather Lamechs body to a shallow cave 
not far across the desert. The women followed. Dennys stood between Yalith and 
Oholibamah, as Noah and Shem, Ham and Japheth dug a grave in the sand just 
inside the cave. Dennys had offered to help with the difficult digging, not only 
out of love for the old man, but also to take his mind off his near-terror over 
Sandy.
Noah told him, gently, that it was the custom that only the sons should do this 
final art of love, but that Dennys should stay with the women and the 
sons-in-law, because he had become a child of the family.
The sun slid below the horizon. The sky was a deep crimson. As the sun vanished, 
there was a faint glow on the far horizon, and the young moon began to peer over 
the edge of the planet. The moons diamond crescent seemed strangely subdued as 
it rose, and Dennys, standing to one side, thought that he could hear a soft and 
mournful dirge.  A star trembled into being, then another, and another.
They joined the singing of the moon, singing for Lamech, whose years had been 
long, whose life had been full, and who, at the end, had been reconciled with 
his son.
Noah and Matreds older daughters, Seerah and Hoglah, and their husbands and 
children, stood in a cluster, wailing loudly. Mahlah stood to one side with her 
baby. Ugiel, she apologized, was not able to come. She looked curiously at 
Dennys.
Sandy, Noah told Mahlah in the same words she had used of Ugiel, was not able to 
come.
Why? Mahlah asked. No one answered.
Oholibamah spoke in a low voice, for Japheth, Dennys, and Yalith alone Mahlah 
will ask Ugiel about Sandy when she goes back.
Yalith whispered, Will he know?
Oholibamah shook her head. If he does, he wont tell. I suspect the nephilim 
have something to do with this.
Japheth frowned. I hope you arent right about that.
Dennys looked at them with fresh fear.
The grave was dug.
As the son and grandsons picked the old man up to place him in the grave, Dennys 
sensed, rather than heard, presences behind them, and turned to see the golden 
bodies of seraphim standing in a half circle. Once again, he could hear clearly 
the singing of the moon and the stars.
Aanel called, Yalith!
Startled, she let out a small cry.
Aanel raised arms and wings skyward, and the song increased in intensity. Sing 
for Grandfather Lamech.
Obediently, Yalith raised her head and sang, a wordless melody, achingly lovely 
Above her, the stars and the moon sang with her, and behind her the seraphim 
joined in great organ tones of harmony.
Japheth took Oholibamahs hands and drew her out onto the clear sands, and they 
began to dance in rhythm with the song. They were joined by Ham and Anah, and 
the four of them wove patterns under the stars, touching hands, moving apart, 
twirling, touching, leaping. Shem and Elisheba joined in, then Noah and Matred 
and the older daughters and their husbands, and then Yalith took Dennyss hands 
and drew him into the kaleidoscope of moving bodies, an alleluia of joy and 
grief and wonder, until Dennys forgot Sandy, forgot that Grandfather Lamech 
would never be in his tent again, forgot his longing to go home. The crimson 
flush at the horizon turned a soft ash-rose, then mauve, then blue, as more and 
more stars brightened, and the harmony of the spheres and the dance of the 
galaxies interwove in radiance. Slowly the dancers moved apart, stopped. Dennys 
closed his eyes in a combination of joy and fierce grief, opening them only when 
the requiem was over. The sky was brilliant with the light of the moon and the 
stars. The seraphim were gone. Yalith stood beside him, tears streaming down her 
cheeks.
Noah and his sons tamped down the earth over Grand-father Lamechs grave.
 
Sandy opened his eyes and could see nothing. His limbs felt numb. Whatever had 
pricked him had temporarily paralyzed him. There was a strange tingling in his 
limbs as feeling began to return. He knew about the tiny darts that Japheth and 
Yalith and some of the others in Noahs tent-hold used, and guessed that 
something similar had been used on him.
Why?
He smelled goat, urine, sweat. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he could 
see that he was in a small tent. The smoke hole was covered, so that very little 
light came through. It was a much smaller tent than Noahs or Grandfather 
Lamechs. He tried to move his arms and found that his hands were tied, bound 
firmly with thong.  So were his feet.
As sensation returned to him, he wriggled around and finally managed to sit up, 
his back against the rough skins of the tent, his bound hands in front of him. 
He raised them and tried to bite at the thongs. The taste made him gag. The 
thongs had been wound about his wrists so many times that it was futile to try 
to chew through them, nor could he find a knot to try to bite. He stopped his 
useless reflexive efforts and tried to think.  He had been kidnapped on his way 
from Noahs tent to Lamechs. Why? When terrorists hijacked a plane, they wanted 
something. What use would he be to anybody as a hostage? This was a world still 
without money, without political prisoners. As far as he knew, nobody held 
anything against Lamech or Noah.
So, why?
His stomach growled. How long had the poisoned dart kept him asleep? What time 
was it? He could not see even a line of light to indicate where the tent flap 
was. The light from the covered smoke hole was so faint that it might even have 
come from stars.
There had to be a tent flap. He wriggled around so that his feet touched the 
tent wall, and kept wriggling, feeling with his toes. Wriggled until he was 
exhausted and had found no way out. Rested. Wriggled again. Again. At last his 
feet felt a line of roughness. He pushed, and the flap moved slightly, enough so 
that he could tell that it was indeed night outside. Stars. A single palm tree 
silhouetted against them. He had no idea where he was, or even if he was still 
on his own oasis.
Worn out from his efforts, he fell asleep, his head just out of the tent. 
Sunlight blazing against his lids woke him, and he managed to slither back into 
the tent and sat leaning against the taut skins by the entrance. His stomach 
made loud, hungry noises. What wouldnt he give for a mess of Grandfather 
Lamechs pottage.
Grandfather.
When he got out of this tent and back where he belonged, there would no longer 
be the tiny, shriveled old man tending the hearth fire.
Come on. Sandy. Hes old. Seven hundred seventy-seven years. And Noah was 
pushing six hundred years old. It didnt make any sense. Except, he believed 
them. And after the flood people werent going to live that long. At least, he 
thought that was how it was going to be.
Twin!
It was a girls soft voice. His heart leaped. Yalith.
Then smell followed sound. Not Yalith. Tiglah.
Twin? she repeated.
Hello, Tiglah. He did not sound welcoming. He remembered what Dennys had told 
him about the people in Tiglahs tent. So it was they who were the terrorists. 
Terrorism was not just a twentieth-century phenomenon. It was evidently part of 
human nature, and it didnt get wiped out by the flood. There seemed less and 
less point to the flood.
You recognized my voice! she chortled.
No, your smell, you slut, he wanted to say.
She pushed in through the flap and pegged it back to let in the light. She had 
taken unusual pains with her hair, so that it glistened brightly. Her loincloth 
was of white goat-skin. Dennys? She was tentative.
Sandy.
Oh, Im so glad its you! Dennys doesnt seem to like me, and I think you do, 
dont you?
Why would I like anybody whos kidnapped me and tied me up and starved me?
But I didnt do that!
You obviously knew about it.
But I didnt do it! My father and brother did. I wouldnt hurt you for 
anything!
But you dont mind if your father or brother hurt me?
Oh, beloved Sand, I cant stop them! Ive come to bring you food and comfort 
He sniffed. There was a nourishing smell of stew beyond the odor of the tent, as 
well of Tiglahs perfumed and unwashed body. If theyd already used some kind of 
poisoned dart on him, was it safe to eat the stew?
Tiglah said, I made it myself, so I know its alt right, and its good, too 
I cant eat with my hands tied up.
She paused. Appeared to be thinking. Ill feed you!
Her dimples came and went with her lavish smile.
No. Im not a baby. Untie my hands. He did not say please. How could he ever 
have been attracted by this girl?
She paused again. All right. Ill untie your hands and stay with you while you 
eat.
My feet, too, Sandy ordered I need to go to the bathroom.
What?
I need to urinate.
Oh, for auks sakes. Cant you just do it in the tent?
No. You can come with me if you want. I dont care, but I need to go.
She knelt by him and began working at the thongs, first on his wrists, then his 
ankles. When he was freed, he stood up, feeling very wobbly. This tent was not 
nearly as high as Grandfather Lamechs or Noahs, and he bumped his head on the 
roof skins.
She took his hands and rubbed his wrists where the thongs had chafed them.
Lets go, he said.
Where?
I told you. I need to relieve myself.
Come along, then. She pulled him out of the tent and to a small, grassy 
hummock a few feet away. There was no grove to provide privacy or a modicum of 
sanitation. Go ahead.
Turn around.
Youll run away.
He looked about. He did not recognize the part of the oasis where this solitary 
tent was. A few yards away were some palms, and a rocky field dotted with 
black-and-white goats grazing under the high brassy sky. He had no idea in which 
direction to go. I wont run. Turn around.
Promise?
 I promise. He suspected that his promise meant more than would Tiglahs. When 
he was through, he said, All right.
She whirled around and caught his hand again. Now come and have some of my good 
goat-meat stew.
They ducked back into the tent, and she brought him a wooden bowl full of meat 
and vegetables. He had learned to eat with his fingers, if not as delicately as 
Yalith, at least tidity enough so that he did not slop food on himself.  
Tiglahs concoction was not bad. The goat meat was a little strong, but she had 
cooked it until it was tender. When he finished, cleaning the bowl with his 
fingers, he felt better.
Ill have to tie you up again. Tiglah apologized. They wont like it that I 
let you loose at all.
Whore they?
Oh, the men of my fathers tent.
Whats it all about?
What?
Kidnapping me. Keeping me tied in this stinking tent. 
She shrugged and giggled. How would I know? Theyre always up to things.
And youre not?
Im only a girl. She was full of righteous indignation. I like you! Why would 
I want to tie you up?
Then dont.
She had the thongs in her hands. But I have to.
Why?
Theyd be furious. Theyd hit me. They might kill me. 
Would they? He wasnt sure. But he understood Dennyss refusal to have anything 
to do with Tiglah. Never again.
 How long are they going to keep me here? What do they think theyre going to 
get out of it?
Noahs vineyards, she said.
What!
Noahs vineyards. Theyre the best on any oasis.
Thats idiotic. Noah wouldnt give up his vineyards. Theyre his livelihood.
Hed better give them up, Tiglah said, or theyll kill you.
Sandy stood up, outraged, hitting his head against the roof skins. Do they know 
Grandfather Lamech is dying-is dead?
Of course.
Theyre monstrous.
Theyre clever. They knew everybody would be paying attention to silly old 
Lamech and wouldnt miss you.  Theyre very clever.
Oh, no, theyre not, Sandy said. No one gives in to terrorists. Noah wont 
give anybody his vineyards.
Then theyll kill you.
And what good will that do? They still wont have the vineyards, and theyll 
have murder on their hands.
Oh, Sand. Sit down. This tent wasnt made for giants. I hate to tie you up 
again, but I have to. Unless
Unless what?
Come with me.
What would your family think of that?
Theyd hate it. But I care more about you than I do about them.
Sandy did not believe her. There was a trap here. This had something to do with 
the nephilim, with that mosquito Rofocale. What, he did not know. Tiglah did not 
love him enough to anger her family. She did not love him at all.  But she would 
obey Rofocale.
He felt a sharp sting and slapped, but missed the mosquito, who buzzed out of 
the tent. Furious, he scratched at the bite. Tie me up and go away.
She pressed her face close to his. You wont come with me?
No.
Youll risk being killed?
His mouth twisted into a half grin. There are fates worse than death, and he 
laughed, because Tiglah did not have the faintest idea what he was talking 
about.
I havent bound you yet.  she whispered.
No.
Youre a giant. You could grab me and run off with me, and you could tell them 
youll kill me if they try to capture you again.
It was tempting. He shook his head, and a great wave of sadness washed over him. 
Tiglah had never heard o the great heroes of lance and spear, of longbow and 
sword. But this was what she was tempting him to be. What he could be if he 
wanted to be.
What in him was urging him to reject this attractive role? What was telling him 
to say no? It was more than his suspicion that all this was some kind of nephil 
trap.
The sadness washed over him again. Violence was no longer an option. The 
splitting of the atom had put an end to that, though the world was slow to 
realize it.
Yes, he could overcome Tiglah with ease. She was inviting him. But even if there 
was no trick in it, he would not do it. Violence met with violence produced only 
more violence. His stomach knotted.
Are you sure? Tiglahs voice had a little whine in it.
Of what?
That you wont come with me.
He smiled without mirth. There was poison in Tiglahs offer, of that he was 
certain. No, Tiglah, I wont come with you. Yes, to you Im a giant. Im young 
and strong.  But then what? I couldnt survive in the desert. Ive seen bones 
there, and not all of them are animal.
She pouted. I thought you liked me.
Youre a delicious dish, Tiglah. Now please bind me again, but perhaps you 
dont need to do it as tightly as before.
She was offended. She tied the thongs as tightly as she could, with vicious 
little jerks, but Sandy used enough strength so that she did not succeed. Then 
she flounced out, slapping the tent flap closed behind her.
He didnt mind the darkness. Enough light came in through the edges of the 
closed roof hole. He needed to think. He was extremely confused at his own 
reactions. He and Dennys had had their fair share of fistfights when they were 
younger, though perhaps not as many as their sister, Meg. They played mostly 
team games and did not go in for boxing or wrestling. Was he being a coward? He 
knew that Tiglahs father and brother would not hesitate to use bow and arrow, 
stone knives, or spears. He knew they were quite capable of killing him, just as 
much if he ran away as if he stayed. In fact, he thought he had more chance of 
surviving if he stayed and figured out some way and route of escape than if he 
rushed out to the desert, unthinking. He was not so much afraid as outraged. He 
did not think he was a coward.
So. What to do? Violence was not going to work. Violence was what these little 
men turned to, and he did not want to be like them.
He wondered if they had gone to Noah with their wild demand for his vineyards. 
He did not know Noah as well as Dennys did, but he did not think Noah would give 
in.  Sandys rejection of violence had nothing to do with giving in. Anything 
but.
 
After Grandfather Lamech was buried in the grave in the small cave, and the 
singing had died out, and the seraphim were gone, Noah and his family walked 
slowly toward the big tent. Wherever there was an outcropping or rock or a cave, 
Japheth, holding his tiny bow and darts, would hurry to look, Dennys on his 
heels.  I do not like this, Noah said.
Dennys and Japheth returned from peering into the deep shadows of a little cave. 
The starlight was so bright that the shadows seemed to increase in darkness. Is 
Sandy lost in the desert? Dennyss voice cracked more than usual in his 
anxiety.
In the distance they heard a howl; Hungry!
Yalith reached for Dennyss hand and squeezed it.  Shem said, If the manticore 
is hungry, then he hasnt found anything to eat.
Oholibamah said, Dont worry about the manticore. Sandy scared it away from 
Grandfather Lamechs tent.
Gould Sandy scare the manticore again, if they met out on the desert? Dennys was 
not certain, not after his own encounter with the ugly creature.
Elisheba said, Sandy would never have just wandered off on his own.
Yalith nodded. He was following you to Grandfather Lamechs tent.
Noah rubbed his beard. Yes, yes, thats what we thought.  But when he didnt 
come, then we thought he must have stayed in the big tent.
Anah said, Well, he didnt, and thats that. I think hes off with my sister, 
Tiglah, thats what I think.
Nobody replied. The stars moved slowly across the sky.  Dennys tried to listen 
for their singing, but he could hear nothing. After the glorious requiem for 
Grandfather Lamech, they were silent.
The moon was dipping behind the horizon when they reached Noahs tents, tired, 
sorrowful, anxious.
Now, before anything else, all of us must eat, Matred said.
Noah said, She is right. Come, Den.
Dennys accepted the bowl of broth Matred gave him. He knew that he needed all 
his strength for whatever lay ahead.
With his strong teeth, Shem pulled the meat off a mutton bone. Elisheba handed 
him a bowl of broth. Will you go look for the Sand? Shem, the hunter, was the 
one who knew the oasis and the desert best. Japheth and Ham worked in the 
vineyards, close to home. Shem was the one who should go, and Dennys flashed 
Elisheba a glance of gratitude. Absently, he patted Selah, who was leaning 
against him, putting her trunk on his knee.
Shem saw that Dennys had finished his broth, and nodded. He reached for one of 
the tall spears leaning against the inner wall of the tent. Hefted it. Offered 
it to Dennys. Dennys took it, though he had never used a spear.  Shem checked 
his small quiver of blow darts, then reached for a second spear, and nodded at 
Dennys, not speaking.  The boy followed the short, stocky man out of the tent, 
feeling a little hope. There was something about Shem that gave him confidence.
Noah said. Japheth and I will search the paths of the oasis.
Ham said, Anah and I will go to the marketplaces.
Matred spoke too cheerfully,If the Sand returns to the tent, which seems 
likely, we will let everybody know.
Shem and Dennys pushed out of the tent flap. The stars were dimming. Light 
tinged the eastern horizon. Heat was already beginning to shimmer in watery 
mirages on the desert. Dennys had on one of Matreds woven hats and hoped it 
would be adequate once day broke.
Shem looked at him. Once the sun is high, you must go back to the tent.
Dennys nodded. Shem, like Japheth, was right about that. Already his skin was 
prickling from heat as well as anxiety. He tried to keep himself from imagining 
what might have happened to his twin. He followed Shem. Followed. The heat bore 
down. The futile searching seemed interminable. After what must have been 
several hours he asked, Wheres Higgaion?
Shem said, He will spend the day mourning at Grandfather Lamechs grave. Then 
he will come to us. Setah will help lighten his grief.
Higgaion scents for water. Dennys said with sudden hope. Do you think he 
could scent for Sandy?
Shem leaned on his spear, thinking. Mammoths are strange creatures. They can do 
strange things. Let us try.
Shem strode off. He walked at a rapid pace, but Dennys, with his much longer 
legs, could easily have outstripped him and had to hold himself back. 
Grandfather Lamechs burial cave was about halfway between his tent and Noahs, 
and the sun was rising by the time they reached it. Higgaion was stretched out 
on the sand. His fan-like ears lifted at the approaching footsteps.
Dennys hurried to him. Higgy, do you think you could scent for Sandy, the way 
you scent for water?
The mammoths little eyes had been shadowed with grief. Now they brightened. 
Shem dropped to his knees by Higgaion, bending down toward him in intimate 
communication, speaking softly.
The mammoth raised his trunk in a small, hopeful trumpet.
Dennyss eyes, too. were hopeful. Oh, Shem, what could have happened to him?
Shems voice was heavy. Some people are wicked, and the imagination of their 
hearts is only to do evil.
What about Grandfather? Dennys asked.
Shem stroked his beard in a gesture much like Noahs.  Grandfather knew. There 
is much wickedness. It, too, smells. You do not smell wicked. Den, nor does the 
Sand. Grandfather said that there is a great warmth in your hearts, and that is 
a pleasing smell. It was the longest speech Shem had ever made.
Thank you, Dennys said. Then: Lets go.
Shem shook his head, glancing up at the sun. I thought we would have found him 
by now.
Come on, Dennys urged.
Den, I have hunting to do if we are to eat tonight.
But
My sisters and their families ate hugely, did you notice?
Funeral baked meats, Dennys thought angrily.
 Den, we must eat if we are to have strength for whatever
Dennys turned to Higgaion. Come on, Higgy.
Den. I hunt best alone. But I will continue to search for the Sand. Find 
Japheth.
But hes
He and Father will be searching near the tent. Do not go off with Higgaion 
alone. It is not safe.
Dennys looked at Shems anxious face. Not safe. Not safe, because whatever had 
happened to Sandy might happen to Dennys...
We will not stop until we find him, Shem said. Go find Japheth. You and 
Higgaion.
Noah sat in the big tent, cross-legged, his elbows on his knees, his head bent 
down to his hands. Matred came and sat beside him.
I dont know where he is, Noah said. Where he could be.
Rest, husband, Matred urged. He will be found.
Noah nodded. My heart is heavy. I grieve for my father.
He was an old man, full of years, Matred consoled him.
The Sand is not.
You think something has happened to him?
Why else would he not have joined me at my fathers tent? He is not like the 
young men of the oasis, thinking of nobody but themselves.
He and the Den are not like anybody else, Matred said. We do not know that 
something terrible has happened.
Noah did not reply, nor did he look at her. And I must begin to build the ark.
Matred said, El has never before asked you to do anything wild.
Is it so wild? If the rains cover the earth, as he says they will, it will not 
be a wild thing to have an ark.
The rains had better not cover the earth for a while, Matred said. You have 
to build the ark, find all the animals.
I will begin right away.
And you will be laughed at. You will be the big Joke of the oasis.
I do not find it amusing, Noah said. My father is dead. The Sand is El knows 
where.
Why dont you ask El?
I have. El says only that 1 must begin to build the ark. El says nothing about 
the Sand.
Or the Den?
Noah grunted in agreement.
Will you bring them onto the ark?
 Of people, only you, and our sons, and their wives. No more.
Yalith Matred started, but stopped as two men came, unannounced, through the 
open tent flap.
Tiglahs father and brother.
11 Many Waters Cannot Quench Love 
Yalith went out into the desert. She was anxious, and anything but sleepy. She 
wanted to fling herself into Matreds lap and sob, as though she were still a 
little girl. She wanted to cry herself to sleep.
But she was no longer a little girl, and her eyes felt dry and burning. She was 
not used to being out at this time of day. She was not sure what drew her to the 
desert, because there was no hope that she might see Aariel. He would be in his 
cave, sleeping.
Nevertheless, she walked in that direction, and as she approached she was amazed 
to see him lying in the shadows at the mouth of the cave. Although she was 
certain it was Aariel, she was cautious. She had been certain that it was Aariel 
when the lion turned into the dragon/lizard Ebtis.
She whispered, Aariel
The lion rose, stretched, yawned, then paced toward her.
Oh, Aariel! She flung her arms about the tawny neck, though her tears were 
spent. We dont know where the Sand is! Grandfather Lamech sent him to get my 
father. The Sand knew that Grandfather was dying, so he gave the camel to my 
father so that he could get back to Grandfather Lamech in time, and the Sand 
said that he would walk back. And Grandfather died, and everybody was thinking 
about him, and we didnt even notice, at first, that the Sand was not with any 
of us, and then we had to bury Grandfather, andoh, oh, Aariel, we dont know 
what has happened
Aariel let her talk. When her voice faded and she pressed her face once again 
into his fur, he transformed slowly, gently, until she was enfolded in his 
wings. Higgaion has gone to scent for him.
He left Grandfathers grave?
For the living, yes. The Den and Japheth will go with him.
Oh, thats good, Im glad, Im glad. Higgaion will be sure to find him, and 
Japheth will know what to do, and the Den, too.
Aariel drew her into the shade of the entrance to his cave.  Aarielmy father 
is going to build a boat, an enormous boat.
That is wise, Aariel said gravely.
For my brothers and their wives. For animals of every kind.
Yes, to preserve the species.
But not for my sisters, Seerah and Hoglah and their husbands and children. Not 
for Mahlah and her nephil baby. Not fornot for me.
Aariel drew her close. Many waters cannot quench love, neither can the floods 
drown it. His voice was calm, gentle.
What about the twins? Again her eyes filled.
The seraphs arm was strong as it held her. I do not know.
But you know that El told my father to build an ark?
Yes. That I know.
But you dont know about the twins?
We do not have to know everything.
But you could ask
We have asked.
Are the stars silent, too?
The stars are silent.
Aariel, Im afraid.
Fear not. I will hold you, he promised.
I am more afraid for the Sand and the Den than I am for myself. I love them.
And they love you.
I dont want them to die. Will they die?
Aariel folded his wings about her. He did not look at her.
I do not know.
  
Sandy slept. He still did not understand his reaction to Tiglah and her 
proposals for escape, but after a while he stopped questioning himself. When the 
time came for him to do something, he would know what to do.
Daylight was not a good time for escape. Perhaps in the cover of the night...
Twin!
It was Tiglahs voice, Tiglahs smell.
She pegged open the flap. You have a visitor, she said.
He sat up, instantly alert. So her father and brother had come to kill him.
But it was Rofocale who came into the tent, bowing low to enter, so that his 
flaming wings dragged in the dust. Like Sandy, he was too tall to stand upright 
in this small tent.  With swift grace he sat, facing Sandy, staring at him with 
garnet eyes. His bright hair was tied back, his cheeks white as snow.
He thrust out one hand and touched Sandy on the knee.
The touch was that cold which is so cold that it burns.  Sandy flinched, but did 
not cry out. Why are you still here? Rofocale demanded.
Sandy replied in his calmest voice. I have been kidnapped and am being held 
hostage. If I escape and leave this tent, I will be easily seen. There is no way 
I can lose myself in a crowd. I am as tall as you are. Id make an easy target.
Why have you come?
Come? I didnt come. Tiglahs father and brother kidnapped me, and I suspect 
you put them up to it.
Rofocale said, I am not asking why you are here, in this tent. I am asking why 
you and your brother chose to come to this oasis.
It was a mistake, Sandy said, as he had said to Tiglah.  Rofocale again 
stretched out his hand, again touched Sandy on the knee. Sandy had had frostbite 
one winter, and this was how it had felt. 
If it was a mistake for you to come, why do you not leave?
Sandy said, slowly, deliberately, We will leave when it is time to leave.
And how, then, do you plan to leave?
How, indeed? We will know that when the time comes.
 You do not belong here.
No. I belong with Noah and his family.
Rofocale made a noise like a mosquito shrill. You do not belong here on this 
oasis. There are no giants like you in this time and place. Why do you not have 
wings?
We fly in planes and spaceships.
What?
The nephihm did not know everything. Sandy said, We have machines that fly.
Can you leave the planet?
We have gone to the moon. We fly among the stars.
You?
I am too young, Sandy said. My father has made several space flights.
Did El send you to torment us?
What do you think? Sandy asked.
You are not of us, the nephilim. Neither are you, I think, of the seraphim.
No. We are human beings.
Mortals?
Yes.
 Then why have you come?
It was a mistake, Sandy said again.
Would you like me to take you out of this place, this little tent?
No.
They will come and kill you.
Perhaps.
 Noah is unwilling to give up his vineyards.
He is quite right. One does not give in to terrorists.
You are foolish. I could give him a message, if you like. If you ask him, I 
think he will give up the vineyards.
I wouldnt ask him.
Then you will die.
Youd like that, wouldnt you? Sandy asked. Perhaps youd like to kill me 
yourself?
I will leave you. You are insolent.
Why dont you like us, my brother and me?
You do not belong to our world. You will cause trouble. I think you have been 
sent to cause trouble to the nephilim. Rofocale rose. Energy crackled in the 
air, so that Sandys skin prickled, and a mosquito flew away.
In a few minutes. Tiglah came in. Did he tell you? She was giggling. In the 
light slanting from outside, the dimple in her chin seemed a cleft.
That your father and brother plan to kill me, yes, he told me.
Not that. She was consumed with laughter.
He saw nothing funny. What, then?
About Noah.
He said that Noah is unwilling to give up his vineyards.
No, no, not that, either.
What, then? He was irritated at her giggles.
Noah is building a boat. A boat! Her laughter peeled out.
Sandy sat up. Asked, carefully, Why is he building a boat?
An ark, he says. Her laughter was derisive. The nearest sea or river is moons 
away.
Then why is he doing it? Sandy asked.
Who knows.
Is he building it by himself?
Oh, no, its a very big boat. I mean, hugely big. His sons are helping him. He 
says it is going to rain! Her laughter jarred against Sandys ears. We have 
rain only in the spring, and then not much. He is the laughingstock of the 
oasis.
Sandy sat, alert, watching her.
Rofocale thinks he may be building it to get rid of you. A boat where there is 
no water is silly.
Im hungry, Sandy said.
Oh, Ive brought you more food.
Then just leave it with me.
She pouted. You dont want me to sit and talk with you while you eat? Ill 
unbind your hands and feet.
Ill manage. Sandy flexed his muscles so that the thongs looked tight. I need 
to think.
About the silly ark?
About a lot of things.
Well ... all right. She left the tent, returned with a bowl of stew. Youre 
sure you dont want me to stay?
Sandy was firm. Quite sure. Give up, Tiglah. Go.
Pouting, she went.
He sniffed at the stew- Ugh. It was spoiling. He pushed it aside, worked his 
hands out of the thongs, unbound his feet. If Noah was already building the ark, 
there was no time to wait. Dangerous or not, as soon as it got dark, Sandy would 
leave the tent, head for the desert, try to find out where on the oasis he was 
being held, and head for whichever was nearer, Grandfather Lamechs tent or 
Noahs. Then he lay down to rest and wait for nightfall.
 
They have gone too far, Noah said, taking our Sand.
The family was gathered back in the tent, retreating from the heat of the sun.
Ham said, Youre certainly not going to give them the vineyards!
Noah shook his head. I told them that I would not.  But nowI have already 
turned one of the older vineyards that needed replanting into a lumberyard. What 
difference will the vineyards make if they are all covered with water?
Ham said, We are helping you with this idiocy, Father, because you have asked 
us to. But surely you dont believe that there will be that much rain?
That is what I have been told.
Shem had returned from hunting, and was sitting on a pile of skins with Selah 
next to him. Youre sure it was the voice of El?
I am sure.
Elisheba suggested, It couldnt, maybe, have been the voice of a nephil?
I know the voice of El from that of a nephil.
They mimic very cleverly.
El is El. If one of the nephilim tried to sound like El, then El would tell me 
that.
Matred looked up from her stewpot. When will the rain start?
When the ark is ready.
Shem said, What about our misters and their husbands and their children?
Noah wiped his hands across his beard- I am to make a window in the ark, and 
set a door in the side, with lower, second, and third stories. El told me that I 
am to bring in animals of every kind, and my wife, my sons, and their wives.
Oholibamahs voice was sharp. What about Yalith?
Noah shook his head sorrowfully.
Shem protested, But its going to be a big boat, Father! Surely theres room 
for more than just the eight of us.
Animals, Noah repeated, of every kind, so that, when the flood waters abate, 
there will be both animal and human beings to repopulate the earth.
I dont believe any of this, Ham said. But if it should come to pass, I will 
give my place on the ark to Yalith.
Oholibamah looked at him in grateful surprise.
Nonsense, Anah said. When you build this ark, and nothing happens, how are 
you going to face everybody?
Noah stroked his beard. I obey El.
And our twins? Oholibamah asked. What about them?
And where is the Sand? Elisheba asked.
Japheth and the Den will surely find him, Noah said.  Selah raised her trunk 
and bugled. And if they do not return with the Sand by sunrise, I will change 
my mind. I will give them the vineyards. When the flood waters abate, I will 
plant new vines.
Ham said, wonderingly, You really believe that there is going to be a flood! We 
dont have enough rain, even in the spring, to be any use. If it werent for our 
wells, there would be no oasis 
Shem asked, Has our father ever made a fool of himself before?
No, Anah replied. But theres always a first time.
Admael the white camel crossed the length of the oasis to where Sandy was 
imprisoned. It was at the farthest end of the oasis, as far from Noahs tent in 
one direction as was Grandfather Lamechs in the other. Admael did not go up to 
the tent, but folded himself down on the ground a few yards away, to wait.
Adnachiel the giraffe grazed on some tender leaves, stretching his long, golden 
neck. High up in the tree, sleeping during the daylight hours, sat Akatriel the 
owl, his head hunched into his feathers.
Together they waited.
Japheth and Dennys followed Higgaion, who trotted, zigzagging back and forth, 
from the outlying edges of the oasis to the desert, scenting, shaking his head 
so that the heightening sun glinted against his curved tusks, scenting.  Back 
and forth. Into the oasis. Onto the desert.
The sun is high, Japheth said. You must find shade, Den.
Dennys shook his head, stubbornly. His body gleamed with sweat.
Japheth looked at him with concern. Were not far from Grandfather Lamechs 
tent. Perhaps well find Adnarel there, and we could ask him for help.
Relieved, Dennys panted, Fine. Higgaion was staggering with exhaustion. There 
had been no sign of Sandy.
Higgaion led the way back to the oasis, his energy renewed now that they had a 
destination. Japheth was untired, jogging along, breathing easily. Dennys was 
grateful for his own long legs; without them, he would not have been able to 
keep up.
As they approached Grandfather Lamechs groves and could see the dark shadow of 
his tent, Higgaion trumpeted and quickened his pace, so that Japheth was 
running., When they reached the tent, the heat seemed to intensify and their 
shadows were dark and squat. Higgaion paused, pointing with his trunk to light 
flashing off something hall buried in the sand by the tent flap.
Adnarel! Dennys cried. Oh, Adnarel!
Japheth bent down and lifted the scarab beetle out of the sand, stroked it 
gently with one finger, and it seemed to burst from his hand, and Adnarel stood 
before them, blazing gold.
Oh, Adnarel. Dennys cried, Sandy never came home after he gave Noah the 
camel! We dont know whats happened to him!
Adnarel bowed gravely, listening, saying nothing.
Japheth said, I worry that he may not have gone whereever it is of his own free 
will.
Adnarel turned to Japheth. Explain what you are thinking.
Since he didnt follow my father to Grandfathers tent as he said he would do, 
then I am afraid that perhaps... His voice trailed off.
Adnarels wings glittered. You are thinking of Tiglah?
It was Anahs suggestion ...
No, Dennys contradicted.
We know shes a seductress, Japheth said.
No, Dennys repeated. Sandy would never have gone off with Tiglah, with 
Grandfather dying. Never.
Adnarel nodded. Of course. He would not have disappeared of his own volition.
Then where is he? Dennys demanded.
Adnarel raised his wings, slowly lowered them. What are you doing to try to 
find him?
Japheth did not know of the visit of Tigiahs father and brother to Noahs 
tenthold. We are ail searching, but we have found no trace anywhere-
Adnarel looked at the two young men, eye to eye with Dennys, down for Japheth, 
small and lean and strong.
Japheth continued: Sandy cares about Grandfather Lamech. He cares about his 
brother. It is not in his character to go off at such. a time.
Nephilim, Adnarel said softly.
A ripple of concern rolled across Higgaions flanks.  Japheth said, Thats what 
we were afraid of. But even they couldnt make him vanish completely, could 
they?
They are masters of illusion, Adnarel said. They can make any part of the 
oasis look like someplace else. They can disguise odors. That is why Higgaions 
scenting was to no avail.
But where do you think he is? Dennyss voice soared with anxiety.
I think the nephilim have used human greed. I suspect that some of the less 
pleasant people of the oasis, perhaps the men of Tigiahs tent, have taken him 
and put him in some little-used tent and are asking some kind of ransom for him. 
They are acquisitive, but they dont like to work for what they get, and they 
would be easy to tempt into doing whatever the nephilim want.
Dennys raised his head as he heard the strong beating of wings, and a pelican 
plummeted out of the sky, and then Alarid stood beside them. The nephilim are 
afraid of the twins. His wings shook silver.
But why? Japheth asked. The twins are good.
Adnarel and Alarid touched wing tips. Adnarel said, The nephilim fear what they 
do not understand. Did Higgaion go all the way across the oasis with his 
scenting?
Japheth nodded.
To the far end? Alarid asked.
Yes.
Try once more. This time, go straight across the length of the oasis and 
concentrate at the farthest point. They will have taken him as far away from 
Noahs tents as possible.
And theyre not likely to have gone in the direction of Grandfather Lamechs 
tent, Alarid added.
Higgaions stringy little tail flicked.
Japheth said, The sun is high. The Den cannot cross the oasis at full noon 
without getting the sun sickness again.
Both seraphim looked at Dennys, already red and sweating. You are right. The 
Den will stay here, in Grandfather Lamechs tent, for the afternoon rest. One of 
us will stay with him, in case . . . Adnarel did not finish.
Alarid said, And we will see to it that he gets to Noahs tenthold before 
sundown. Whether you find the Sand or not, you must be home by then.
Higgaion raised his trunk in an impatient trumpet.
Well go, Japheth said. He looked up at the seraphim, asking in a low voice, 
Are you worried?
Gravely they acknowledged the question.
In the dark heat of the prison tent, Sandy slept fitfully, dreaming a confusion 
of meaningless dreams. Tiglah was tying his thongs tightly and shoving a bowl of 
spoiled meat at him. His nostrils twitched.
It was not Tiglahs smell. It was not even the smell of rancid goat meat, He 
opened his eyes and saw only a small dark shadow, felt something soft nudging 
him. He reached out: his hand and touched something firm and curved.  Moved his 
hand along whatever it was, until his fingers felt a roughness. It was a tusk, 
broken off at the point. His eyes adjusted to the dim light and he saw that he 
was touching a mammoth, not Higgaion or Selah, both of whom were sleek and well 
fed, with polished tusks, but an underfed mammoth with stringy hair, and one 
tusk broken off just at the point, the other slightly farther up. It was nudging 
him with the tip of its trunk.
What the mammoth wanted of him he was not sure.
But it was apparent that it meant him no harm, and that its overtures were 
friendly. Sandy began to stroke the shaggy head, then ran his fingers over the 
ivory tusks. This little beast had obviously been abused, so it was likely that 
it came from Tiglahs tent. He was grateful for the company. Perhaps a mammoth, 
even a mangy mammoth would be helpful when night came, not so much helpful in 
the actual escape as in finding Noahs tenthold.
Now, he said to the mammoth, fondling the fan-shaped ears, if 1 only had a 
unicorn, then I could get out of here. He stopped. Then: Hey. I didnt think 
of a unicorn before, because basically I still dont believe in unicorns.
Dennys, he remembered, had summoned a unicorn after Tiglahs father and brother 
had nearly killed him, dumping him into the garbage pit. It wasnt easy for 
Dennys to believe in unicorns either, but when he had to, he did.
It Sandy could believe something as outrageous as that he and Dennys had 
actually landed in the pre-flood desert, and that they had become so close to 
Noahs tenthold, especially Yalith, that they were like family, and if he could 
believe that he was now petting a mammoth, why should it be hard to believe in a 
unicorn, even if it was what Dennys called a virtual unicorn? His mother 
believed in virtual particles, and his mother was a scientist who had won the 
Nobel Prize for discovering particles so small they were scarcely conceivable 
even with a wild leap of the imagination.
Whatll I do? he asked the mammoth, who responded by cuddling closer to him.
It Sandy left the tent on his own, they would be lying in wait for himRofocale, 
if not Tiglahs father and brother and they would not hesitate to kill him. 
Even night would not provide enough cover, with the brilliance of the stars 
illuminating the oasis.
 The problem is, he said to the mammoth, that I always have to see things to 
believe in them. But, after all, I have seen unicorns, two of them. I have seen 
them, there-fore I can believe in them.
The mammoth reached with its trunk to touch, softly, the boys cheek. In his 
minds ear Sandy seemed to hear, Some things have to be believed to be seen.
Unicorn! he whispered, and the mammoth slipped its trunk into the palm of his 
hand. Unicorn, please tend to life. Please tend to be.
Against the darkness of the tent came a starburst of light, and a unicorn stood, 
trembling, beside him.
Oh, you are! Sandy cried. Oh, thank you! He held out his hand. The unicorn 
came to him with silver steps, folded its delicate legs, and lay down, putting 
its head in Sandys lap, so that the light of the horn flowed over the scraggly 
little mammoth, who lifted its head gratefully.  Sandy fondled the silvery mane, 
soft as moonbeams. Now what? he asked the two disparate creatures.
The light of the horn glittered, but neither unicorn nor mammoth answered him.
If I could fall asleep, Sandy mused, or stop believing in unicorns, then you 
would lose your tendency to life and go out, and take me with you, the way you 
took Dennys.  The problem is that now I believe in you. And as long as I believe 
in you, youll continue to be, wont you?
The unicorn nuzzled him, as affectionate as the mammoth.
As long as I stay with you, Sandy whispered, I think Im safe, because Im 
absolutely certain that Tiglah couldnt come near you, or her father or brother. 
But if they try to, and you go out of being, will you take the mammoth and me 
out of being with you? If we dont take the mammoth, theyll hurt him again. So 
will you take us?
It was a rather intimidating thought. He had asked Dennys how it had felt the 
two times he had gone out with the unicorn, and Dennys had answered that it 
hadnt felt at all. But perhaps, Sandy thought, that might have been because 
Dennys had sunstroke and a high fever. Then he remembered Grandfather Lamechor 
was it Japheth?telling him that unicorns never lost anybody.
He put one arm about the unicorn, the other about the mammoth, and waited. This 
was a far better plan than going with Tiglah, or trying to cross the desert 
alone.
You see, he said to the two creatures, who pressed confidingly against him. 
When the time came for me to do something, I knew what to do, and I did it.
He held unicorn and mammoth close.
 
The nephilim gathered. Proud. Arrogant. Flickering in and out of their hosts as 
they spoke.
Rofocale the mosquito said, I have put an illusion around the tent. It is on 
the edge of the desert at the farthest end of the oasis, but the illusion makes 
it took as though it is surrounded by flocks and groves.
Ehlis the dragon/lizard asked. Are giant twins worth this much trouble?
Rofocale answered, I think they know something we do not know. When I 
questioned the one that Tiglah caught for me, he gave evasive answers.
Ugiel the cobra said, There is danger in the air. The stars are drawing back. I 
am concerned for my baby.
Naamah the vulture went Kkk. We chose to be silent with El. We chose never to 
hear the Voice again, never to speak with the Presence.
Ertrael the rat said. We could ask the seraphim. 
Never, said Estael the cockroach.
But they still speak with El, Ertrael said. The stars still talk with them.
I do not care to listen to the stars, Eisheth the crocodile pronounced.        
                                      
They might tell us, said Rumjal the red ant, whether or not we are in 
danger.
How can we be in danger? Eblis asked. We are immortal.
And the one we caught, said Rofocale, told me that he is mortal. If he is to 
be believed.
Naamah the vulture clacked his beak. I smell that there will soon be much for 
us to eat.
HowP Rofocale demanded. What is going to happen?
Eblis the dragon/lizard asked, Will someone tell me what Noah is building?
A good question, said Rumael the slug.
Rofocale gave his screeching laugh. A boat! That is what my Tiglah tells me. He 
is building a boat!
A boat? Eisheth the crocodile demanded. Why on earth would he build a boat?
Rugziel the worm asked, Could the twin giants have told him something that we 
do not know?
Rofocale said, We need to get rid of the twin giants. Everything has been 
different since they came.
Noah reconciled with his father. Kkk, said Naamah the vulture.
And Lamech has died, Estael the cockroach agreed.
My lovely Yalith prefers the young giants to me, Eblis said They must have 
some strange power, to make her turn from me to such soft-skinned, wingless 
creatures 
And Noah is building a boat, Rofocale added.
And Matred weeps, said Rumjal the red ant.
We should find out, Ugiel suggested, whether or not theythe young giantsare 
truly mortal or not.
Rofocale screeched again. Tiglahs father and brother will find that out for 
us.
 
Higgaion finally found the tent where Sandy was imprisoned, because the unicorn 
was there. Rofocales power of illusion had indeed made the tent seem to be in 
the middle of the oasis, had indeed altered Sandys scent. But the unicorn had 
come to the tent after the illusion was set.  Higgaion sniffed. He smelled 
silver, and he smelled light.
He nudged Japheth excitedly.
Tentatively, Japheth pushed open the tent flap. Enough of the late-afternoon 
light came through the tent hole so that he could see Sandy and the unicorn, 
their heads together in affection. The abused mammoth was only a dark shadow 
under Sandys arm.
Sand!
Sandy opened his eyes. Jay!
The young man started to rush forward to embrace him, then stopped short as 
though held by some invisible barrier. The unicorns light brightened.
Higgaion followed Japheth into the tent, sitting back on his haunches in 
surprise as he saw the mammoth who pressed closely against Sandy, blinking 
fearfully.
Sandys protective arm tightened. Its all right. Nobodys going to hurt you. 
Then: Jay, how did you find me?
Are you all right? Japheth asked anxiously.
Oh, Im fine, but Tiglahs father and brother want to kill me ...
No. Japheth touched his fingers to his tiny bow. No, Sand.
And look what theyve done to their mammoth, Sandy said indignantly. Theyve 
nearly starved him, and theyve broken his tusks.
All right, Japheth said hurriedly. Well take him with us. But wed better 
get out of here before they come back.
I think Im safe as long as Im with the unicorn, Sandy said, because they 
wont be able to come near.
Japheth smiled. I cant, either. He stared at boy and unicorn. Sand. Do you 
remember when I first met you and the Den in the desert, and we called unicorns. 
and the Den went out?
Of course I remember.
Cant you go out with the unicorn now?
Sandy sighed. The problem is, Jay, that I believe in the unicorn.
The mangy mammoth suddenly pricked up its ears and started to whimper. Higgaion 
pushed himself up onto his feet, and Japheth swung around to see the tent flap 
open violently. Two small, chunky men came in, carrying spears.  Tiglahs father 
and brother.
Auk! What have we here? the older man demanded.
A unicorn, the younger man exclaimed. And one of Noahs sons. Well, well. He 
moved toward Sandy and the unicorn, then drew back with a sharp intake of 
breath.You, young giant! he shouted. Come along! We want you.
Sorry, Sandy said. You cant have me. He looked at Japheth and the two men 
from Tiglahs tent and wondered anew at how small they were. Tiglahs father was 
made even shorter by his bowed legs. No wonder they had used the poisoned dart 
on him. In a fair struggle, they would never have captured him.
Japheths pleasant features were distorted by anger.
Youve done enough harm. Get out of here.
The tent was so small that the three little men were close together, with Sandy, 
his arms still about unicorn and mammoth, near enough to draw back at the odor 
of the men from Tiglahs tent.
Auks nuts to you, Tiglahs brother said.
Japheth glanced swiftly at Sandy, then in a reflex so swift it hardly seemed 
motion, he drew one of the darts from his quiver and jabbed it into Sandys arm.
The two men from Tiglahs tent shouted in surprise and anger. Tiglahs father 
roared, What happened?
Where Sandy and the unicorn and mammoth had been there was only a pile of filthy 
skins.
Japheth replied calmly, They went out with the unicorn.
Both men roared in frustration. Call him back, the bowlegged man said.
Or well kill you, the younger man threatened.
And what good will that do you? Japheth demanded. Youll never get the Sand 
back without me.
Tiglahs brother snarled, deep in his throat, and lunged at Japheth with his 
spear, but Higgaion jumped between them, tripping the red-bearded man so that he 
sprawled on the floor of the tent. He snarled up at his father, Why didnt you 
stop him?
Me? What could I do?
You let him go out with the unicorn, and our mammoth, too.
Tiglahs brother scrambled clumsily to his feet, hefting his spear. Give us 
your fathers vineyards, then.
No, Japheth said, and reached for his darts.
But the older man swooped on him with the spear, and despite Japheths quick 
reflex, the spear cut across his ribs, and a trickle of blood slid down his 
side.
Higgaion lunged at the man, trumpeting in outrage.
But the two men with their spears were too much for Japheth and the mammoth. 
Japheth clutched his wounded side as the mammoth lunged again and was viciously 
kicked by Tiglahs brother.
Suddenly a roar burst over them- Hungry! And the manticore stuck his hideous 
face into the tent. Hungry!
Go away, Tiglahs father yelled.
In terror, Higgaion backed up, hitting the skins of the tent, which gave 
slightly. Japheth, trying to reach for the mammoth, saw that the skins were not 
pegged securely to the ground. Not many people bothered to set up their tents as 
well as Noah and Grandfather Lamech.
Run, Hig, run! Japheth commanded, and Higgaion backed out of the tent.
Hungry! The manticores ugly face was followed by his lions body and 
scorpions tail.
Japheth was the farthest of the three men from the tent flap. He reached for a 
dart and his tiny bow, and let a dart fly, to strike the manticore in the 
forehead.
Hung the manticore started, and fell, unconscious on Tiglahs father and 
brother.
Swiftly, Japheth dropped to his knees and pushed out the opening in the rear of 
the tent through which Higgaion had left.
The mammoth was waiting outside, whimpering in terror but not willing to leave 
Japheth completely.
Run! Japheth shouted as he stood upright; and they ran. Ran without looking 
behind them. Onto the desert. And then the illusion that Rofocale had set was 
broken and Japheth knew exactly where they were. They were at the far end of the 
oasis, the opposite end from Grandfather Lamechs tenthold. He hardly realized 
that blood was streaming down his side as he hurried toward home.
Admaei the camel, Adnachiel the giraffe, and Akatriel the owl left their posts 
and followed Japheth and the mammoth into the desert.
Japheth, running faster than he had ever run before, suddenly felt dizzy. 
Everything paled. He slumped slowly onto the sand. Higgaion pushed his feet 
against rock to slow himself down.
Akatnel flew down to the sand beside the young man, and resumed his seraph form. 
He has lost much blood.  He is still bleeding.
Adnachiel the giraffe bent his neck to look at Japheths wound, then lowered 
himself so that he could reach the torn skin with his tongue. Carefully, 
thoroughly, he licked the wound.
Admael the camel galloped off.
Higgaion hunkered down beside Japheth and the giraffe whimpering. Adnachiel 
continued to lick, cleaning the jagged cut the spear had made.
When it was clean, Admael returned with a furry-looking, cactus-type leaf, which 
he gently pressed against the wound, holding it until the bleeding slowed and 
stopped.
Japheth, quivering, opened his eyes, to see the seraphim reaching up out of 
their hosts and into their seraphic forms.
Akatriel, with eyes as wise as those of the owl he had just left, affirmed, You 
are all right. You have lost much blood, and that spearhead cannot have been too 
clean. But Adnachiel has washed the wound and Admaet has stopped the bleeding.
And you ran much too quickly. Adnachiel nodded.
Hig-
Higgaion touched Japheths hand gently with his trunk tip.
 Sand?
Adnachiel asked, What happened?
I sent him out with the unicorn, Japheth said, struggling to sit up.
Admael nodded approval. That was good.
Should we call the Sand back? Japheth asked.
Better, Adnachiel said.
Admael asked courteously of the mammoth, Will you? Or shall I?
Both. Adnachiel was peremptory.
With a light briefly bright as the sun. making them all blink, the unicorn 
appeared. Sandys arm slid from around its neck and he slipped onto the sand. A 
mangy mammoth tumbled beside him.
Japheth explained, I used one of my darts on him, but its a very 
short-lasting
Sandys eyes blinked open, and he sat up.
The three seraphim stood looking at Japheth, Sandy, and the two mammoths.
Thank you, Sandy gasped. Oh, Jay, thank you.
Embarrassed, Japheth shrugged.
Whats happened to you? Sandy demanded. Youre hurt.
Ill be all right, Japheth reassured him. The seraphim have cleaned my 
wound.
Go home, Admael ordered. Sandy, you can help Japheth. He is weaker than he 
realizes.
But what happened? Sandy demanded.
Japheth laughed. I never thought Id be grateful to a manticore, but I am now. 
Theyd have kilted me if a manticore hadnt pushed his way into the tent and 
stopped them.
The mangy little mammoth pressed against Sandy. Its all right, Sandy 
reassured. Well never send you back.  What happened to them?
Japheth shrugged.
Nothing, I suspect, Akatriel said. I saw the manticore running away, weeping, 
a dart falling from his forehead, calling out that he was hungry.
Japheth laughed again. I could almost feel sorry for the manticore. 
Go, now, Admael urged. Japheth needs food and rest.
Unicorn? Sandy asked. What about you?
As he looked, the unicorn began to flicker, to fade.
Japheth said, The unicorn knows we dont need it anymore.
Where the unicorn had been, there was only a shimmer in the air, and the scent 
of moonbeams and silver.
 
They were united m the big tent that evening. Japheth, hovered over by Matred, 
lay on a pile of soft skins, pale but smiling, and sipped at the strengthening 
broth Matred kept offering him.
The starved mammoth had been fed and lay curled up with Higgaion and Selah.
Sandy and Dennys kept grinning at each other in relief, with Sandy repeating 
over and over his praise of Japheth and Higgaion. It was a wonderful idea to 
have Higgy scent for me. I dont know what would have happened, otherwise.
Anah looked subdued. I am so ashamed. That my father and my brotherthat my 
sister should have triedI thought she liked the SandI dont know what got into 
any of them! Can you forgive me?
It was not your doing, daughter, Noah said gently.
But to think they tried to force you to give up your vineyards! To threaten to 
kill the Sand and Japheth
Dont dwell on it, Matred said, rubbing ointment Oholibamah had given her onto 
the healing wound on Japheths side.
Is it over? Elisheba asked. Or will they try something else? I dont mean 
your father and brother, Anah. The nephilim.
Nobody answered.
Sandy held his bowl out for a refill. It is so much better than what Tiglah 
cooked for meI wonder how I could eat the other stuff, even when it was fresh. 
Then he said, Rofocale the nephil used Tiglah and her father and brother. They 
are not nice peoplesorry, Anahbut I dont think theyd ever have thought of 
kidnapping me on their own. If the nephilim are after Dennys and me, theyll try 
something else.
But why are they after you? Japheth demanded.
Sandy finished licking his bowl clean. They know we dont belong here.
Noahs fingers moved against, his beard. But you do.  Both of you. The Den made 
me see that being stubborn was not brave.
Matred added, And you both made Grandfather Lamechs last moons happy ones.
Noah had tears in his eyes. You were to him as his own grandsons. He could not 
have stayed in his own tent without your help. You have become our beloved 
twins.
Matred wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. And yet, husband, you have 
said that there is no room for them in the ark.
Dennys said quickly, Dont worry. We know we dont belong on the ark. The 
nephilim arent entirely wrong about us.
Sandy said, But well be glad to help you build it. We would like to do at 
least that much for you, because youve been very kind to us.                   
          \
Yalith and Oholibamah sat close together, hands clasped.  Oholibamah said, We 
still have time to be together. It will take at least two moons before the ark 
is finished and ready to stock. And because we have known each other, we can 
never be entirely separated.
Japheth said, As we can never be completely separated from Grandfather Lamech.
Yalith nodded. Pushed back tears. Sandy was safely back with them. Japheth was 
wounded, but was going to be all right. This was no time for tears.
Dennys looked at Japheth and nodded. The night that Grandfather Lamech diedhow 
long ago it seemsHiggaion and I sat out under the stars while Noah was in the 
tent, waiting for Sandy. He hesitated, then plunged on.  At the moment that 
Grandfather Lamech died, the stars held their breaths. And so I knew. And then, 
because he understood Higgaion and I needed him, Adnarel was with us, saying 
Fear not, and then he was back in the scarab beetle, on Higgaions ear, instead 
of off with the other seraphim, as hes been so often lately.
There was a moment of silence. Then Noah opened a fresh skin of wine. My love 
for all of you is too deep for words. Dear twins, we are glad that you have come 
to us.  And now it is time for you to leave, isnt it?
Sandy said, firmly, Not until weve helped you build the ark.
Sandy and Dennys stayed in the big tent, having been given sleeping skins and a 
place to themselves across from Noah and Matred. Higgaion and Selah slept with 
the little mammoth, whose ribs were beginning to fill out, and whose coat was 
beginning to shine.
Dennys woke up and the darkness of the tent was heavy.  Around him he heard 
gentle snores, and the night sounds of the desert. He nudged Sandy. Are you 
awake?
Almost.
Now what?
Sandy wriggled into a more comfortable position. Well keep on helping Noah 
with the ark.
And then?
Fully awake now, Sandy moved so that he could whisper directly into Dennyss 
ear. Well take a quantum leap.
And how will we manage that?
It came to me when the mammoth and I called the unicorn to be in that nasty 
little tent where I was in prison.  The nephilim cannot leave this earth. But 
the seraphim can.
More to the point, Dennys asked, can we? Or, rather, can we leave this time 
and get back to our own? I wouldnt want to miscalculate and land in the Middle 
Ages, or the year 3003.
 Ill have to speak to Adnarel about it again.
You already have?
Some. When we first got here. What I think would work for us would be to call 
unicorns, and ride them, and for Adnarel, or any of the seraphim, to go forward 
to our time, and then call for the unicorns to come back.
Wild. Dennys whistled.
Yes, but it worked when the three seraphim called me back onto the desert sands 
after Japheth and Higgaion came to rescue me.
That was space, not time, and a small distance in space, at that, Dennys 
pointed out.
True. But experiments with photons, for instance, seem to show that they can 
communicate with each other instantaneously, and that means faster than the 
speed of light. And distance doesnt seem to be a problem for them.
But its time we have to worry about, Dennys whispered. Noah snored a very 
loud snore, and they could hear him turn over on his skins. Dennys continued, 
If I understand Mothers experiments, an observer is essential in the world of 
quantum mechanics. I mean, an observer seems to be necessary to make quanta 
real.
Sandy moved impatiently. I dont understand it. But Mother seems to, and so do 
a lot of other particle physicists. Thats enough for me. Ill talk to Adnarel.
There was a heavy silence. Then Dennys said, Anything seems to be possible. I 
hope this is.
Another silence. Then Sandy asked, Do you think we could take Yalith with us?
Dennys did not answer for a while. Then: No. I dont think so. Were not 
supposed to change history.
But shell drown.
I know. I love her, too. At last. It had been said.
But if we love her
Dennyss voice was bleak. I dont think we can take her with us.
Sandy reached for his twins hand and grasped it. A lot of people are going to 
drown. Would you mind changing history if it would save Yalith?
Dennys said, I wouldnt mind. Id be willing to try. To try absolutely 
anything. But I have a feeling that we cant.
I hate it!
Shh. I hate it, too.
Sandy whispered, Its going to be dangerous, taking a quantum leap.
Dad obviously thinks such things are possible. After all, wasnt he programming 
some kind of quantum leap, or tesser, when we messed around with his 
experiment?
So, if he believes in it, its not that wild.
Sure its that wild. Its got to be that wild in order to work.
Sandy gave a slightly hysterical laugh. Our father was not programming unicorns 
into his experiment.
Higgaion jerked in a sleeping dream, whimpered. Selah made little murmuring 
noises, and Tiglahs mammoth moved closer to the others.
Sandy asked, What about the mammoths?
Dennys stretched his arm out so that he could touch, gently, Higgaions shaggy 
fur. I wonder if they can swim?
 It wouldnt do any good. Not for forty days and forty nights.
Dennys closed his eyes. Listened. Heard the wind high in the sky above the tent, 
but the words would not come clear. He whispered, Doesdoes Yalith know shes 
not going on the ark?
I think so. I think Noah has told her.
I understand that floods and other disasters happen. But if this flood is 
really being sent by El
Sandy said, If its being sent by El, then I dont like El, not if Yalith is 
going to drown.
The wind murmured. We arent sure yet, are we? Dennys asked. I mean, it 
hasnt happened yet. Yalith isnt in the story, so we dont know what happened 
to her.  Grandfather Lamech truly loved his El. So we cant be sure. Grandfather 
loved Yalith. She was his very favorite.
Grandfather is dead, Sandy said flatly. If were going to be any use building 
the ark, wed better sleep now.
The wind wrapped itself about the tent. Sandy slipped quickly into sleep. Dennys 
lay on his back, listening, listening. The winds song was gentle, unalarming. 
Although he could not make out the words, he felt the wind calming him. Slept.
Stupid. Stupid, Ugiel, husband of Mahlah, hissed. Rofocales contempt came out 
with a mosquito shrill.
The idiots almost let the manticore get them.
Tiglah would have done better by herself, said Eblis, who wanted Yalith.
Ertrael, sometimes a rat, demanded, What do we do now?
The nephilim were gathered in the darkness of the desert, for once conserving 
their energies. Naamah, still sounding like a vulture, went, Kkk. Tiglah did 
not, in fact, do better than her father or her brother. She got no answers. The 
young giant did not listen to her.
Elisheth, of the crocodile-green wings, shimmered them in the starlight. She 
tried. I would have thought the Sand would find her irresistible. Why did he 
reject her?
Yalith. Ebliss beautiful red lips lifted in a sneer.
Ugiel wove his neck in a rhythmic dance, as much cobra as nephil. You are 
right. Because of Yalith.
But she has no experience, Rofocale shrilled. She is still a child. Whereas 
Tiglah
No, Eblis contradicted, purple eyes glittering. Yalith is not a child any 
longer. He wrapped purple wings about himself.
Could we have used her? Estael, sometimes a cock-roach, asked doubtfully.
If Ugiel hadnt married her, we might have been able to use Mahlah, Yaliths 
sister, said Ezequen, whose host was the skink.
Ugiel hissed, We all know shes Yaliths sister. And my wife. And the mother of 
my child.
Eblis wrapped himself in wings the color of the sunset.
It is time for us to act. Us. Ourselves.
Rugziel agreed. It is time we stopped using deputies.
Rumjal grimaced. What do you suggest?
Naamah stretched his neck, naked as a vultures, and raised his wings to their 
full span, standing in whiteness of skin, darkness of wing, his feathers the 
indigo of the bird who was his host. The circle of extinction. Whoever we 
completely surround we control. Kkk. Let us surround the twin giants.
Ugiel hissed in agreement.
Rofocale shrilled in anticipation.
Eblis suggested, And let us surround Yalith, since she has foiled our plans.
Kkk, Naamah reproved. The giants first.
12 Neither Can the Floods Drown It 
Yalith slept at the tar end of the tent from the twins, but she heard them 
whispering, and when they stopped, she could hear the mammoths triple snores. 
And she was wide awake.
She slipped out of bed and went to the desert. She saw neither lion nor 
dragon/lizard masquerading as lion, on the great rock. She chose a smaller rock 
and sat, wrapping her arms about her knees. She raised her face to the stars.
She heard them chiming, and there was no anxiety in their song.
Nevertheless, she shivered. She believed her father, believed that the rains 
were going to come. She was willing to die, if that was truly what El wanted.
But what about the twins?
What was going to happen?
The crystal chime of stars sang in her ears, Fear not, Yalith.
The stars never gave false comfort.
She was less afraid.
 
They worked on the ark all day, taking time out in the heat to sleep. Then they 
worked again until it was too dark to see.  Every evening Matred prepared a 
festive meal. Therefore, Shem was often out hunting, rather than busy with the 
ark. Sandy and Dennys worked along with Noah, Ham, and Japheth. There were no 
hammers or nails or any of  the modern tools to which they were accustomed. The 
boards had to be joined and pegged. At nighty they were tired and hungry, ate 
well, slept well. They were building an ark, but they did not talk of the rain.
Dennys looked at Elisheba, Anah, and Oholibamah.  They were in the story, even 
if not by name. They would go with Noah and Matred and all the animals onto the 
ark.  He looked at Yalith, her hair amber in the lamplight. He slipped out of 
the tent, feeling a little strange. He was the follower. Sandy the leader. And 
now he was off, without even consulting his twin.
He walked swiftly toward Noahs well. His skin prickled as he saw the vulture, 
huddled on the tall trunk of a long-dead palm, then looking up as Dennys 
approached, peering this way and chat, stretching its naked neck, staring at 
Dennys with hooded, suspicious eyes.
At first, Dennys saw only the dark bird. Then his eye caught a glimpse of white, 
and on a young fig tree near the well sat a pelican, its head tucked under its 
wing, so that it seemed no more than a bundle of white. Dennys heaved a sigh of 
relief. He had left the big tent to find one of the seraphim, and it didnt 
really matter which one, but he was more familiar with Alarid than with many of 
the others. He went up to the sleeping bird. Hsst.
The pelican did not move.
Alarid! Dennys shouted. I need to talk to you!
The feathers quivered as the bird shoved its head farther under its wing.
Alarid!
The feathers ruffled, hunched, indicating, Go away. I have nothing to say.
But I have to speak to you. About Yalith.
At last the head emerged from the fluff of feathers, and the dark bead of eye 
blinked.
Please. Dennys indicated the vulture. Please, Alarid.
The white bird hopped down from its perch, clumsy and cumbersome.
The vulture was an ink blob of immobile darkness.
Please. Dennys pleaded.
The pelican stretched its wings up, up, until the seraph appeared. Without 
speaking, Alarid turned from the well and walked toward the desert. Dennys 
followed. When they had left the oasis far enough behind so that the vulture was 
no longer visible, Alarid turned to the boy. What is it?
You cant let Yalith drown in the flood.
Why not?
Yalith is good. I mean, she is really good.
Alarid bowed his head. Goodness has never been a guarantee of safety.
But you cant let her drown.
I have nothing to say in the matter.
I should have spoken to Aariel, Dennys said in frustration. Aariel loves 
her.
He has no more say than I. The seraph turned his head away.                    
           /
Dennys realized that he had hurt Alarid, bun he plunged ahead. Youre seraphim. 
You have powers.
True. But, as I told you, it is dangerous to change things. We do not meddle 
with the pattern.
But Yalith isnt in the pattern. Dennyss voice rose and cracked. Theres no 
Yalith in the story. Only Noah and his wife and his sons and their wives.
Alarids wings quivered slightly.
So, since she isnt in the story, it wont change anything if you prevent her 
from being drowned in the flood.
What do you want me to do? Alarid asked.
You arent going to be drowned, are you? Dennys demanded. You, and the other 
seraphim?
No.
Then take her wherever it is youre going to escape the flood.
We cannot do that, Alarid said sadly.
Why not?
We cannot. Again, the seraph turned his face away.
Where are you going, then?
Alarid turned back to Dennys and smiled, but not in amusement. We go to the 
sun.
No. Yalith could not go to the sun. Nor to the moon, which Dennys had been about 
to suggest. Yalith could not live where there was no atmosphere. But surely 
there was something to be done! He made a strangled noise of outrage. Were not 
in the story, either, Sandy and I. But were here. And Yalith is here.
That is so.
And if we drown, that is, if Sandy and I drown, thats going to change the 
story, isnt it? I mean, were not going to be born in our own time if we get 
drowned now, and even if that makes only a tiny difference, it will make a 
difference to our family. If Sandy and I dont get born, maybe Charles Wallace 
wont get born. Maybe Meg will be an only child.
Who?
Our older sister and our little brother. I mean, the story would be changed.
Alarid said, You must go back to your own time.
Thats easier said than done. Anyhow, what I wanted to talk to you about is 
Yalith. Listen, its a stupid story.  Only the males have names. Its a 
chauvinist story. I mean, Matred has a name. Shes a mother. And Elisheba and 
Anah and Oholibamah. Theyre real people, with names.
That is true, Alarid agreed.
The nephilim, Dennys went on. Theyre like whoever wrote the silly ark story, 
seeing things only from their own point of view, using people. They dont give a 
hoot for Tiglah or Mahlah, for instance. Theyre just women, so they dont 
matter. They dont care if Yalith gets drowned. But you ought to care!
Alarid asked gently. Do you think I dont care?
Dennys sighed. Okay. I know you care. But are you just going to stand by and do 
nothing and then fly off to the sun?
Again Alarids wings quivered. Part of doing something is listening. We are 
listening. To the sun. To the stars. To the wind.
Dennys felt chastened. He had not paused to listen, not for days. They dont 
tell you anything?
To continue to listen.
The breeze lifted, washed over Dennys in a wave of sadness. I dont like this 
story, he said. I dont like it at all.
He left Alarid. Before he reached the oasis he paused, sat on a small rock. 
Tried to quiet himself so that he could listen. To the wind. How could he 
unscramble the words of the wind which came to him in overlapping wavelets?
He closed his eyes. Visioned stars exploding into life. Planets being birthed. 
Yalith had spoken of the violence of Mahlahs babys birth. The birth of planets 
was no gentler. Violent swirlings of winds and waters. Land masses as fluid as 
water. Volcanoes spouting flame so high that it seemed to meet the outward 
flaming of the sun.
The earth was still in the process of being created. The stability of rock was 
no more than an illusion. Earthquake, hurricane, volcano, flood, all part of the 
continuing creation of the cosmos, groaning in travail.
The song of the wind softened, gentled. Behind the violence of the birthing of 
galaxies and stars and planets came a quiet and tender melody, a gentle love 
song. All the raging of creation, the continuing hydrogen explosions on the 
countless suns, the heaving of planetary bodies, all was enfolded in a patient, 
waiting love.
Dennys opened his eyes as the wind dropped, was silent.
He raised his face to the stars, and their light fell against his cheeks like 
dew. They chimed at him softly. Do not seek to comprehend. All shall be well. 
Wait. Patience.
Wait. You do not always have to do something. Wait.
Dennys put his head down on his knees, and a strange quiet flowed through him.
Above his head, the white wings of a pelican beat gently through the flowing 
streams of stars.
 
Work on the ark progressed slowly. In the heat of the sun, his body glistening 
with sweat, Dennys found it hard to remember his vision of understanding and 
hope. But it was still there, waiting for him, surfacing during the after-noon 
rest time, or at night when the sun set and the stars blossomed.
Hammer. Peg. Measure for stress.
Noah insisted on following exactly the directions which were given him.
This El, Sandy said to Dennys, I dont understand.
El knows about shipbuilding, Dennys said. The instructions and measurements 
are pretty much the basic proportions for modern ships. The arks not designed 
for speed, but then, thats not the purpose.
All those animalsNoahs surely going to have to shovel out a load of manure.
I bet nobody around here has ever seen a boat this big. Maybe theyve never 
even seen a boat.
Sandy sought out Yalith, feeling a little disloyal to be going to find her 
without Dennys, but going, nevertheless.  Dennys had vetoed it when Sandy had 
suggested taking Yalith with them.
He waited for her, not far from the tentholds, in the quiet that precedes dawn. 
Saw her coming, pale and wraith-like, from the direction of the desert.
Yalith.
She stopped, startled, head up.
Yalith, its Sandy.
Oh. Twin Sand. Relief was in her voice. What is it?
He took her hand. Yalith, what are you going to do?
When?
When the floods come.
She spoke in a low voice. We dont know for sure that the floods are going to 
come. It is only what my father says.
Yes, but what do you think? Do you believe your father?
She was barely audible. Yes.
Then what are you going to do?
Nothing. This has already given my father and mother much grief. My mother 
doesnt understand why El has not called me to be in the ark with the others.
I dont understand it either, Dennys said flatly.
But the stars have told me not to be afraid.
And you believe the stars?
Yes.
Well, somebodys wrong, either your father or the stars.
I trust my father. And I trust the stars.
Well. Somebody has to do something. I mean, we cant just sit back and let you 
get drowned. Would you consider coming home with us?
She looked at him, startled. But where is your home?
Is it on the other side of the mountains?
On the other side of time, Sandy said.
Her fingers tightened in his. You and the Den are leaving? She answered her 
own question. Of course. You have to.  As soon as the ark is built. As soon as 
the rains start.
Will you come with us?
With you both?
Wellyes. He would love to go off to the end of the world, alone with Yalith. 
But he knew that he would not try to leave her world without Dennys.
Is it many days of travel?
We got here sort of instantaneously. I have an idea how we might be able to get 
home, but first I want to know if youll come with us.
Oh, twin Sand. She sighed, long and deeply. Everything is so strange. Ever 
since you came, nothing has been the same. Grandfather Lamech is dead. The ark 
is being built. I dont want to drown, butis it very different, where you come 
from?
Sandy acknowledged, Very different. It isnt nearly as hot, and we have lots of 
water, so that we can take showers, and drink as much as we want. What I 
wouldnt give for a long glass of cold water when were hammering away on the 
ark! And we wear different kinds of clothes. He looked at Yaliths small and 
perfect body, barely covered by the loincloth, her breasts delicate and rosy, 
and had a moments absurd vision of her in one of the classrooms at the regional 
high school. But wouldnt anything be better than drowning? Youll consider it, 
wont you? Coming with us?
She was solemn. Of course. It is very hard for me to imagine what it would be 
like without you and the Den. You are part of me. Both of you.
Sandy slipped back into the tent, Dennys was awake, waiting for him.
Where have you been?
I asked Yalith to come home with us.
There was a heavy silence. At last Dennys said. No. No, Sandy. We cant take 
her back with us. I mean, even if we could, we cant.
Why not?
She doesnt have any immunities. Havent you noticed, there arent any diseases 
here? Dont you remember that all the natives at the bottom part of South 
America got killed by German measles, because they didnt have any immunities?
Couldnt we give her vaccinations?
Not for everything. Even if she caught a cold, an ordinary head cold, it would 
probably kill her. She doesnt have any protective antibodies. She couldnt 
adjust to our climate. Its too cold, too damp, It would be murder to try to 
take her back with us.
Then whats going to happen?
I dont know.
If she stays here, shell drown. Wouldnt it be worth the risk to try to take 
her home with us?
Dennys shook his head. How do you think shed get on with the kids at school?
She wouldnt have to go to school. Shes nearly a hundred years old.
And she doesnt look any older than we do. How would we prove her age to the 
school authorities? And i she is a hundred years old, and we bring her back to 
our time, what would happen? Would she shrivel all up and be ancient and die of 
old age?
Why are you thinking of all the bad things that could happen?
We have to think of them. If we love Yalith.
Maybe it would be all right.
And maybe it wouldnt. Maybe what we should do is stay here with Yalith and 
wait for the flood.
Im not willing to give up that easily.
Its not easily.
But we have to do something!
Maybe, for once, we dont, Dennys thought. Theres time yet, he said. Maybe 
something will come to us, but it will have to be something real.
 Hey, Sandy said. Im not sure anymore whats real and what isnt. I mean, 
nephilim and seraphim!
I believe in a lot more than I used to, Dennys said. Even i were not 
supposed to change the story, were changed, you and I.
We are, oh, we are. And what about Yalith? 
Wait, Dennys said. He did not tell Sandy about his talk with Alarid. Or what 
the wind had shown him. Or that the stars had told him to have patience, and 
wait. Wait.
The new moon was once again a crescent in the sky-Ripened, filled out to a 
sphere. Dwindled and diminished.  Was born again.
Noah sent Japheth and Oholibamah to warn the people of the oasis of the 
impending flood.
Ham asked, Whats the point? They ail know youre building this big boat. They 
all know youre expecting rain out of season.
Noah was stubborn. They have a right to be warned. To prepare. And who knowsif 
they repent, then perhaps El will not send the flood.
If theres no flood, Ham said, people will laugh at us even more than theyre 
laughing now.
Anah looked troubled. I do not think the people of my tent will repent, They 
are very angry.
Noah said, They must be given the chance,
When Japheth and Oholibamah returned from their trip about the oasis, they had 
been laughed at, spat at. Japheth had an ugly bruise on his cheek where an 
angrily thrown stone had hit him.
Even Noah and Matreds older daughters and their husbands had met them with 
scorn. They laughed at Japheths earnest warning, and complained of being made 
to look like fools because of Noahs folly. Seerah had thrown a bowl of mash at 
them and screamed at Oholibamah to leave her alone. And dont you come near my 
babies, you nephil woman.
Japheth had put his arm protectingly about his wife and taken her away.
Hoglahs husband had threatened to strangle them if they kept on spreading 
stories of flood and doom throughout the oasis. It reflects on us, he said. 
Dont you see how youre making us look with this idiocy? Cant you just keep 
quiet about Noahs delusions?
Japheth and Oholibamah left the oasis, to go home by the desert. Oholibamah 
began weeping, strangely, quietly.
Japheth stopped, putting his arms around her. My wife. What is it?
Oholibamah struggled to stifle her silent tears. Said, If it is all true, what 
El has told your father, if there is to be a great flood, then our baby will be 
born after She choked on her tears.
Japheths face lit with delight. Our
Oholibamah leaned her head against his strong shoulder.  Our baby. Japheth. 
Suddenly her tears turned to laughter. Our baby!
The result of the attempt to warn the people of the oasis was that now they 
gathered about the perimeter of Noahs land.
The desert wind rose hotly. Noahs eyes were fixed on the ark. He tried to 
ignore the catcalls and hoots of the mob.
Grimly, Matred heated wine to the boiling point. I prefer to use it on 
manticores, but if they try to hurt my husband, I will make them sorry.
Ham slunk into the tent.
What are you doing here? his mother demanded.
Im tired of being laughed at.
Matred spoke fiercely. You go right back out and help your father.
Hes insane.
Whatever he is, its your place to be with him. And with your wife. Shes not 
too proud to work, and carrying your child, too. Matred smiled. There would be 
three babies coming. She brimmed with joy.
Cant you stop him, Mother? Hes a wild man, his eyes blazing, his beard 
whipped by the wind, his Cant you speak to him.
I have spoken, Matred said. Go out to him. Now. Reluctantly, Ham went out 
into the glaring sunlight, the burning wind. The muttering, jeering crowd was 
larger, as the people of the oasis gathered to stare.
Noahs hands were black with the pitch with which he was coating the ark.
A stone was thrown. It missed its mark and glanced harmlessly against the dark 
wood. Sandy and Dennys left the ark and walked with deliberate steps toward the 
mob of little people. Dennys did not put down the plank he was sanding. Sandy 
still held the stone he used for a hammer. Neither boy threatened in any way; 
nevertheless, the people drew back slightly. Sandy spoke in a commanding voice. 
No stone throwing.
Dennys stood as tall as possible, looming over the small men in the foreground 
of the crowd. Go home. Back to your tents. Now. His voice was a deep, mans 
voice.
There were advantages in being taken for giants. Slowly, the crowd dispersed.
Yalith sat on her favorite starlit rock, huddled over as though for warmth. She 
was not aware that Oholibamah had joined her until the other woman put her arm 
about Yaliths shoulders.
Tears sprang to Yaliths eyes. Twin Sand and twin Den Her voice trailed off-
Oholibamah finished for her. As soon as the ark is built, they will have to 
leave. To go to wherever it is they came from.
Yalith choked down a sob. Twin Sand has asked me to go with them.
Oholibamah drew back in surprise. Said, It is a solution I had not thought of.
Thenwhat do you think?
Oholibamah looked at the sky, intently, listening. Then she shook her head.
Yalith, too, looked heavenward. The stars have never told me wrong.
Oholibamah spoke thoughtfully. I do not know why it is not the right solution 
for you to go with our twins. I know only that I hear the stars, and I agree. 
There is some-thing here that we do not understand. But do you hear the stars? 
They are telling you not to be afraid.
A soft wind brushed past their cheeks, murmuring, Fear not. Fear not. The 
pattern will be perfected.
I wish Yalith whispered. I wish Grandfather Lamech was still alive. I wish 
that El had not told my father to build an ark, or that the rains were going to 
come.
Andour twins?
Tears slid down Yaliths cheeks. I cannot wish that they had never come to us- 
Or that I had not become a woman.
Oholibamah held Yalith, rocking her like a child. I, too, am afraid, little 
sister. I am carrying my Japheths child, and I am afraid for the future. I am 
afraid of the terrible flood, and all the death and anguish it will bring.  
Sometimes I am even afraid of Noah, he seems so wild. But I trust Japheth. I 
trust the stars. I trust El. I trust that all this will be for good.
As the stars slid slowly toward the horizon, the sky paled, flushed with soft 
colors. A burst of joyous birdsong filled the air around them, and the baboons 
began to clap their hands.
The ark was nearly finished.
The twins talked at night in the tent, whispering in the dark. During the day 
they were never alone, and not everybody slept at the same time in the 
afternoon.
We havent seen any of the seraphim, Sandy said. Not for days.
Nor the nephilim, Dennys added.
Id just as soon not see the nephilim. Particularly Rofocale.
Dennys said, Every once in a while I think I see one. Or at any rate, when I 
see an ant, or a worm, I get flickers of color behind my eyes, reds and oranges 
and blues and purples. But they dont materialize.
I need to see one of the seraphim, Sandy said. I need to see Adnarel. I 
thought maybe the scarab beetle would come with Higgaion, but I havent seen 
him.
Dennys said thoughtfully, I dont think it means that hes stayed at 
Grandfather Lamechs. The only time Ive seen a seraph when there were a lot of 
people around was when Grandfather was buried, and they all came Otherwise, its 
been only when there are one or two people. And what with building the ark, and 
staying in Noahs tent were always with a gang. Maybe somehow we should slip 
away for a little while tomorrow and go out to the desert, just the two of us.
Good thinking, Sandy said. But why wait for tomorrow? We dont want to go in 
the heat of the day, and wed be missed any other time. Noah and Matred are 
always checking on us. Theyre afraid one of us might be kidnapped again. So why 
not go now?
Right now?
Why not? Were both awake.
Lets go.
Dont wake Higgaion.
Or Selah.
Or
Shh.
They slipped out quietly.
But not so quietly that Yalith did not hear them. She felt a vague disquiet. 
Rose from her sleeping skins and followed them.
Kkk. They come.
Hsss. This is what weve been waiting for.
Szzz. At last.
The nephilim slid out of their animal hosts, raising wings turned dark by night, 
so that the stars were hidden.
The little mammoth woke with a jerk from a dream of  being beaten by Tiglahs 
brother. Nudged Selah, who nudged Higgaion, who reached toward the twins, and 
felt only sleeping skins. Snorting in alarm, he padded across the tent toward 
Yaliths sleeping skins. She, too, was gone. He glanced toward Noah and Matred, 
both sleeping quietly.
Selah trumpeted, softly, so that only the mammoths heard, and pointed her trunk 
toward Higgaions ear. The scarab beetle was there, a small, bright jewel 
against the grey earflap.
What should we do? Higgaions eyes queried. Cocked his head as though 
listening. Then he gestured to the other two mammoths with his trunk, and they 
followed him as he hurried out of the tent and ran toward the desert.
The twins were nearly surrounded before they realized what was happening. The 
circle of nephilim was closing in on them, slowly, deliberately. The sharp odor 
of stone and cold filled their nostrils.
Sandy felt as though a hand was pressing hard on his chest. He shouted at 
Dennys, Quick! and flung himself out of the not-quite-closed circle.
Dennys followed, pushing through purple-dark wings that nearly stifled him. 
Run!
The twins reflexes were swift, but the nephilim were swifter.
Again the circle started to form around them, and it was as though the breath 
was being squeezed out of them.  Sandy ran, head down, like a battering ram, 
between Rofocale and LIgiel. Dennys rammed Eblis.
But the twins were only two, and the nephilim were many, and sure enough of 
their powers to proceed with deliberation and without haste. In their rush to 
get free of the circle, the twins had run in the opposite direction from the 
oasis. Now they were too far away to think of making a dash back to Noahs 
tenthold.
The circle of nephilim drew closer.
Yalith saw.
Aariel! she screamed. Aariel!
The golden lion bounded across the sand, past Yalith, until it was between two 
of the nephilim, keeping the circle from closing completely.
Came a strange pounding, and then Admael the camel galloped white as moonlight 
across the desert, inserting himself into the circle. A flutter of wings 
overhead became visible as a pelican, diving down, broke the circle again.
And three small grey bodies hurtled into the circle, blowing sand and water into 
the faces of the nephilim, who burst out of their formation in a rush of 
brilliant wings.
The lion, camel, pelican, with an upward leaping of light, became the radiant 
beauty of seraphim.
Sandy and Dennys ran to them, ran faster than they had ever run before. Alarid 
caught Sandy, and Admael held Dennys.
The nephilim sprang angrily into the sky, saw Yalith.
Her! Eblis cried. I want her!
But Aariel reached her before the nephil. Swift as Eblis was, the seraph was 
swifter. He enfolded Yalith in gilded wings.
The three mammoths, trumpeting joyfully, bounded around them.
Bronze flashed against Higgaions ear, and then Adnarel stood before them. Go! 
he commanded the nephilim in a bugling voice.
Kkk. You have no right to take them from us, Naamah said.
And you have no right to them whatsoever. Adnarel was fierce. Go.
From the four corners of the desert the other seraphim came, to stand with 
Adnarel, Alarid, Admael, and Aariel.
Then Ertrael, whose host was the rat, whined, Tell us what is about to happen.
Do you not know? Alarid asked.
I assume, Ugiel hissed, that since Noah is building a boat, he must be 
planning to find some water.
Your assumption is correct. Admael had his arm lightly across Dennyss 
shoulder.
Kkk. And then what? Naamah asked.
Rain, Alarid said. Much rain. The seraph raised his hand skyward, seeming to 
touch a bright star. A flash of lightning split the sky, bolted to earth with a 
great crash of thunder.
Now, Alarid ordered the nephilim.
As the nephilim slipped, one by one, into their animal hosts, Sandy felt a drop 
of rain.
The seraphim gravely led the twins and Yalith deeper into the desert, not 
explaining where they were going.  Sandy started to ask, Where then closed 
his mouth.
When they reached a single monolith of silvery rock, the seraphim encircled it. 
Aariel drew Yalith into the center of the circle.
Adnarel took Sandy by the hand, and Admael reached for Dennys, so that they were 
part of the circle around the monolith, Aariel, and Yalith, who looked at the 
seraph questioningly but without fear.
Alarid said, Yalith, child, you did not know your Great-great-grandrather 
Enoch.
Mutely, she shook her head.
But you know of him? Aariel asked.
I know that he did not die like ordinary men. He walked with El, and then, 
according to Grandfather Lamech, he was not. That is, he was not with the people 
of the oasis. He was with El.
With a rush of hope, Sandy remembered his conversation with Noah and Grandfather 
Lamech and their recounting of this strange happening.
Aariel smiled down on Yalith. El has told us to bring you, and in the same 
way.
She shrank back. I dont understand.
Dennys moved as though to go to her, but Higgaion nudged him to stay still.
Aariel said, There is no need to understand, little one. I will take you, and 
it will be all right. Do not fear.
She looked very small, very young. She asked, timidly,
Will it hurt?
No, little one. I think you will find it a rapturous experience.
She looked up at him, trustingly.
Enoch, your forebear, will explain everything you need to know.
Adnarels fingers held Sandy back. You will tell Noah and Matred?
I will tell them, Sandy said. I think they will be very happy.
Dennys, who had not heard the extraordinary story of Enoch, looked confused but 
hopeful. If Aariel was taking Yalith somewhere, she would not be drowned after 
all.  The seraphim were to be trusted. He was certain of that.  Aariel would not 
take Yalith to the sun, or to the moon, or anywhere that was not possible for 
her with her human limitations.
Aariel said, It is time.
Yalith remembered the words Aariel had said to her when she had gone out to the 
desert in the heat of the day. Many waters cannot quench love, she whispered. 
Neither can the floods drown it. Oh, twins, dear twins, I love you.
Sandy and Dennys spoke together, their voices cracking.
Yalith. Oh, Yalith. I love you.
Will you go back now, to where you came from?
The twins glanced at each other.
We will try, Sandy said.
We think the seraphim will help us, Dennys added.
If we had been older Sandy started.
Dennys laughed. If we had been older, it would have been very complicated, 
wouldnt it?
Yalith, too, laughed. Oh, I love you both! I love you both!
Aariel urged, gently, Come, Yalith.
I cant say goodbye to my parents? To japheth and Oholibamah?
It is best this way, Aariel said, without goodbyes, as it was for your 
forebear Enoch.
Yalith nodded, then reached up to Sandy and kissed him on the lips. Then Dennys. 
Full, long kisses.
Aariel wrapped her in his creamy wings, glittering with gold at their tips. Then 
he held her only with his arms, lifted and spread the wings, beat with them 
softly, and then rose into the air, up, up.
They watched until all they saw was a speck of light in the sky, as though from 
a new star.
 
Sandy spoke to Noah, Do you remember the night when you and Grandfather Lamech 
were talking and I was there?
I remember, Noah said.
And Grandfather Lamech talked about dying.
I remember.
And about his Grandfather Enoch, who walked with El and then he was not, for El 
took him?
I remember that, too. Why?
Yalith is not.
What are you saying? Noahs eyes widened.
Matred put her hand to her mouth, focusing intently.
Sandy continued, Aariel, the seraph who loves Yalith, said that she was to be 
taken up, like her forebear Enoch.  And he held her and flew straight up into 
the sky. We watched.
Dennys nodded.
A light of great joy came into Noahs eyes.
Matred burst into tears.
I felt a drop of rain, Sandy said.
Noah turned away. The ark will be finished tomorrow.
That night, the twins sat outside the big tent. The three mammoths curled up 
together, near them. The rest of the family was within, asleep. Except for 
Yalith. Yaliths sleeping skins had been folded and put away.
I didnt have a chance to talk with Adnarel about getting home, Sandy said.
But Yalith is all right. At the moment, thats all that matters. A drop of 
rain fell on Dennyss nose.
The rain is beginning. Sandy reached down to pet Higgaion, who was pressing 
against his feet. What was it that she said about many waters?
Many waters cannot quench love. I think thats what she said.
Higgaion reached up with his trunk to touch Sandys arm. Its time for us to be 
going home, Higgy. I have to speak to Adnarel.
Higgaion reached with his trunk to touch his ear. The scarab beetle was not 
there.
Another drop of rain fell. It was a quiet, beginning rain, with occasional 
droplets. No thunder or lightning.
Sandy asked the sky, Is God really doing this? Causing a flood to wipe 
everybody out?
Dennys raised his face to the sky. The stars were not visible, hidden by thick 
veils of clouds, but it seemed that he could still hear their chiming, dim but 
reassuring.
Whenever theres an earthquake, or a terrible fire, or a typhoon, or whatever, 
everybody gets it. Good people get killed as well as bad.
Sandy was wriggling his toes against Higgaions shaggy grey flank. Well. 
Everybody dies. Sooner or later.
Even stars die, Dennys added.
I dont like entropy, Sandy said. The universe winding down.
I dont think it is winding down, Dennys contradicted. I think its still 
being birthed. Even the flood is part of the birthing.
I dont understand. Sandys voice was flat. Everybody knows that entropy
Everybody doesnt. And entropy is in question, anyhow. Remember, we had that in 
science last year. Theres no such thing as an unbreakable scientific rule, 
because, sooner or later, they all seem to get broken. Or to change.
Grandfather Lamech said that these are last days. The occasional slow drops of 
rain made Sandy on edge, and argumentative.
Another splash of rain touched Dennyss face, muting the stars. There have been 
many times of last days, he said, and they mark not only endings but 
beginnings.
Is there a pattern to it all? Sandy demanded. Or is it all chaos and chance?
What do you think? Dennys asked.
Selah had come to lie beside Higgaion, and Sandy reached to scratch her with the 
toes of his other foot. Did we come here, to Yalith, to Noah, by chance?
Dennys wiped his face with the palm of his hand. No. I dont think so.
Sandy said, The ark is finished. Yalith is with Grandfather Enoch. And perhaps 
with Grandfather Lamech.  What was it Grandfather said? We know little about 
such things .. .
There was a radiance in the air, and Adnarel stood before them.
Oh, Adnarel. Sandy leapt up. I need to talk to you about particle physics and 
quantum leaps.
Adnarel sat beside them, listening.
So, Sandy concluded, if you could go to our time and place and call the 
unicorns to you there, you could tesser us home.
It does not sound impossible, Adnarel said. It is consistent with our 
knowledge of energy and matter. I will talk with the other seraphim. As he 
turned to go, he said, Do not stray far from the tent.
The nephilim, Dennys agreed. Then, in a louder voice, We will not stray. It 
is just that somehow we are not sleepy.
Adnarel paused. Your love for Yalith, and hers for you, is, and therefore it 
always will be. And then he was gone.
They smelled Tiglah before they saw her. Quickly they sprang to their feet and 
ran to the tent flap, which was half open.
Oh, dont go, please dont go! Tiglah cried. Im alone, I promise you.
Tiglahs promises meant little. They stood warily by the tent flap, watching her 
as she approached. But there was nobody with her, neither father and brother, 
nor nephilim.
Its starting to rain, she said. We never have rain except in the spring. Did 
Noah really build this big boat because he thinks theres going to be more rain 
than weve ever seen before?
Sandy nodded.
Anah is my sister. Would there be room for me on the ark?
There is not room for Sandy and me, Dennys said.
Then what are you going to do?
Were not sure. Sandy was cautious. We hope to go home.
I dont like this rain. Tiglah sniffled. Its cold and wet.
Rofocale will take care of you, Sandy said-
Oh, he will, wont he! Id better go find him. Its very nice to have known 
yon.
Thanks for nothing. Sandy said rudely.
Ditto, Dennys echoed.
Youre not blaming me for my father and brother, are you?
Perhaps not for your father and brother, Sandy said, but for doing whatever 
Rofocale tells you, yes.
So go to him, Dennys urged, although he did not have much faith that the 
nephilim cared enough about any human being to be willing to help unless it was 
convenient.
I still think its nice to have known you, Tiglah said.  I wish I could have 
known you better. I mean, really known you.
Sorry, Tiglah, Sandy said. You are a great deal older and a great deal more 
experienced than we are.
I could teach you
No, Tiglah. The timing isnt right.
Goodbye, then, she said.
Goodbye, the twins echoed.
  
Japheth came to them. Im worried about you.
Sandy was still looking after Tiglahs retreating form.
Dont worry, Jay. Well be all right.
How? Japheth demanded. You know we cant take you on the ark.
We know, Dennys agreed. He looked up at the clouds, which occasionally let a 
drop of rain fall. Tried to listen for the hidden stars.
Can you get home? Japheth asked. To wherever you came from? He, too, looked 
at the sky, shook his head as though baffled by silence.
Were going to try, Sandy said. Dont worry about us. You have enough to do, 
collecting all the animals and food and fodder and grain and everything.
Japheth nodded. Perhaps
Perhaps what? Sandy asked.
Japheth rubbed his broad hand across his face, wiping away tears. Oh, twins 
He rushed at them, and they flung their arms about him and the three of them 
rocked back and forth, holding one another.
Oholibamah went, just before dawn, to Mahlahs low white dwelling.
Mahlah was alone, nursing the baby. It was indeed a large baby, drinking 
greedily, and Mahlah looked pale and fragile, but she crooned over the child 
while she fed it.
She looked up at Oholibamah and smiled in welcome.
Its good to see you, Oholi. Come in.
Ohoiibamah stood, looking down at Mahlah and the child. Is Ugiel good to you?
He is very good. There was deep love in Mahlahs shadowed eyes.
Youre happy with him? Truly happy, as I am with Japheth?
Truly happy. Though Ugiel is Ugiel and Japheth is Japheth.
He doesnt ever hurt you?
Never.
He takes care of you?
Very good care. And he loves our baby.
Good, Oholibamah said. Thats all I wanted to know. And she left Mahlah and 
went back to the tent she shared with Japheth.
The seraphim were gathered together as dawn suffused the desert with a soft 
pearly light. The clouds were thickening, and in the trees the birds sang more 
softly than usual, and the baboons chatter was muted.
It does look possible, I think, Adnarel said.
Alarid nodded. We are not bound to this place and time. Two of us should go to 
the twins world and call them back.
Admael asked, Does it really need to be unicorns? I would feel safer if I could 
carry them.
Adnarels eyes widened for a moment, then nearly closed in thought. I do not 
think they could take the transition from matter to energy and then back again 
to matter. Even we find it tiring.
But what about the unicorns? Adnachiel, sometimes a giraffe, asked. What 
happens when they go out?
Adnarel said, They are only when they are here. Or when they are there. But not 
in between. It is not quite the same thing as a transfer of matter and energy.
Alarid nodded. They have to be observed in order to be.
Believed in, Adnachiel agreed.
It is a long distance, Admael said, both in time and space.
It is a risk, Adnarel agreed, but one I think we must take.
Why are they here at all? asked Achsah, with wings the same soft gray as his 
mouse fur.
Do you think El sent them? Admael suggested.
Adnarel spoke slowly. I do not think El sent them. But neither did El prevent 
their coming.
Are they part of the pattern? Admael asked. Is it right and proper for them 
to be here?
Alarid looked up at the veiled sky. Perhaps Aariel will have word when he 
returns from taking Yalith to the Presence. But I think, yes, that they are part 
of the pattern.
The pattern is not set, Adnarel said. It is fluid, and constantly changing.
But it will be worked out in beauty in the end, Admael affirmed.
 Then you agree? Adnarel asked. We will try to help them to return to their 
own time and place in the way in which they have suggested?
We agree, affirmed the seraphim.
The air lightened slightly as the hidden sun lifted above the horizon. There was 
a faint spattering of applause from the baboons, who were confused by the clouds 
and the occasional drops of rain.
Despite the clouds which obscured the light of the last dim stars, the 
seraphims ears were attuned to the song, although it was far away.
Let us sing with them, Alarid suggested.
And the singing of the seraphim joined with the singing of the hidden stars, and 
the call of the invisible sun.
Sandy and Dennys slept fitfully. The rain had not really begun in earnest. But 
there was an occasional patter on the roof skins as a drop fell here, there. The 
three mammoths were curled into a ball at the foot of the twins sleeping skins.
The morning songs of the oasis were softer than usual, but both boys roused from 
sleep and looked at each other.  Nodded.
Quietly, they dressed in their clothes from home.  Dennys was without the 
garments he had discarded after the garbage pit, but he pulled on his sweater 
and his lined jeans, feeling strange and constrained in clothes. The twins had 
become used to the freedom of being naked except for loincloths. Their winter 
clothes were hampering as well as hot.
They were careful not to disturb the sleeping mammoths. They looked across the 
tent to where Noah and Matred were still asleep. To the place which had been 
Yaliths and which was now empty.
Then they tiptoed out.
Adnarel was waiting for them. Its best without good-byes.
Dennys asked, But you will say goodbye for us? And to Oholibamah and Japheth? 
And the others?
We will say goodbye, Adnarel said, and looked toward a clump of palms and 
palmettos. Admael and Alarid came out of the shadows and moved toward them, 
followed by Aariel, who had returned from his journey with Yaiith.
Now, Adnarel said, we will call the unicorns.
One more thing. Sandy held back. You will take care of the mammoths?
We will take care of them. Unicorns!
With a glimmer of silver, two unicorns solidified before them.
Now, Adnarel said.
The two boys mounted the unicorns, sitting astride the silver backs, bathed in 
light from the horns.
We leave you now, Adnarel said, Admael and I.  When we are in your time and 
place, we will call for the unicorns, and for you.
Youll recognize it when you get there? Sandy asked anxiously.
You have given us very good parameters.
Alarid and Aariel each stood by one of the unicorns.  When a drop of rain 
touched the light of their brilliant horns, it hissed slightly.
The unicorns crossed the oasis and moved onto the desert, Alarid and Aariel 
running along with them.
When they reached Aanels great rock, the two seraphim stopped and looked at the 
unicorns, then at the twins.
Are you ready? Alarid asked.
Ready, Dennys said.
Aariel slapped the two silver rumps, and the unicorns took off across white sand 
and rock. In his golden voice he cried, Unicorns! Go home!
Dennys felt a wave of sleep wash over him, as the rain and the unicorns 
quickened. Sandy, too, felt his mind softly closing. The rain was a curtain of 
silver.
Alar Sandy murmured.
Aar Dennys started.
The unicorns and the twins flickered like candles and went out.
Two unicorns in an old stone lab connected to a white clapboard farmhouse were a 
strange sight. So were two tall, bright-winged seraphim.
The twins looked around. Aside from the unicorns and the seraphim, everything 
was as usual. Wood still burned brightly in the stove. The smell of stewof 
boeuf bourguignon was fragrant over the Bunsen burner. The odd-looking computer 
was where it had been when they punched into it.
Adnarel was sitting in their mothers reading chair, his golden wings drooping 
behind it. Admael was peering into one of her complex microscopes, hunching his 
pale blue wings.
Do you believe in unicorns? Adnarels azure eyes were smiling.
How was the ride? Admael, too, smiled, though both seraphim seemed very 
relieved.
The outside door banged.
Adnarel rose swiftly from the chair. Admael turned from the microscope. The 
twins stiffened.
Their mothers voice called, Twins! Are you home?
Oh, oh, Sandy said. Wed better get the unicorns out of here.
Theyll go as soon as they arent believed in, Adnarel said.
Dennys exclaimed, But Meg and Charles Wallace believe in unicorns!
Admael asked, And in seraphim?
And were not supposed to be in the lab anyhow, with an experiment in 
progress. Sandy looked anxiously at Adnarel.
Never fear, the seraph said. You are all right?
Until Mother finds us in here.
Dennys added, Looking the way we do, all sunburned.
Compared with some of your other problems Admael started.
Their mothers voice called out again. Twins! Where are you?
No farewells, Adnarel said. He glanced at Admael, then put both strong, long 
hands on Dennyss head. Admael followed suit with Sandy. Both boys felt, rather 
than a sense of pressure, a sense of the tops of their heads lifting, almost as 
the animal hosts lifted to become seraphim. And then each twin was staring at a 
normal winter twin, skins not darkened by the desert sun, hair not bleached 
almost white. Sandy glanced briefly at Dennyss still bare feet, started to 
speak, then stopped as Adnarel held up his hand.
Many waters The seraph reached out and clasped a unicorn horn. The light from 
the horn flooded back into the seraphs hand, through his body, his wings, until 
he was streaming with light. Admael, too, was filled with flowing light.
Cannot quench he seemed to be saying. Light blazed fiercely, blinding the 
twins. Then the brilliance faded.
Unicorns and seraphim were gone.
Brown-haired, winter-skinned twins stared at each other.
Mrs. Murry opened the door to the lab. Behind her, Meg and Charles Wallace 
peered in, curiously.
Sandy. Dennys. What are you doing here? Didnt you see the sign on the door? 
She sounded extremely displeased.
We didnt actually see it, Sandy started.
We just came to get the Dutch cocoa, Sandy explained.
Look, Meg said, its out here on the floor, by the kitchen door. Lucky it 
didnt spill.
We were just going to make some, Sandy said. Shall we make enough for you 
three?
Please, their mother said. Its turning bitter cold.  But, Sandy; Dennys, I 
beg you, dont go into the lab when youre asked not to. I hope you didnt touch 
anything you shouldnt have.
Sandy said, slowly, It all depends. But I dont think we touched anything we 
shouldnt have, do you, Dennys? 
Under the circumstances, no, Dennys said.
 Why are your feet bare, Den? Charles Wallace asked.
Good heavens! Mrs. Murry exclaimed. Put something on your feet this second, 
Dennys Murry, before you catch cold.
Meg opened the kitchen door, and there was the familiar odor of fresh bread, 
apples baking in the oven, and warmth, and brightness, and all the reassurance 
of home.
As they followed the others in. Sandy whispered to Dennys, Im very glad the 
kitchen is all here. But you know whatIm homesick.
We probably always will be, a little, Dennys agreed.
Well. Sandy straightened up. As soon as we have our birthdays, we can get our 
drivers licenses.
And about time, Dennys said. Now lets make that cocoa.