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For the second time she drew the knife out of the bed, and suddenly hid it away in the wide sleeve of her gown. That done, she stopped by the bedside watching me. For an instant I saw her standing in that position then the wick of the spent candle fell over into the socket. The flame dwindled to а little blue point, and the room grew dark.
A moment, or less, if possible, passed so and then the wick flared up, smokily, for the last time. My eyes were still looking for her over the right-hand side of the bed when the last flash of light came. Look as I might, I could see nothing. The woman with the knife was gone.
I began to get back to myself again. I could feel my heart beating; I could hear the woeful moaning of the wind in the wood; I could leap up in bed, and give the alarm before she escaped from the house. Murder! Wake up there! Murder!
Nobody answered to the alarm. I rose and groped my way through the darkness to the door of the room. By that way she must have got in. By that way she must have gone out.
The door of the room was fast locked, exactly as I had left it on going to bed! I looked at the window. Fast locked too!
Hearing а voice outside, I opened the door. There was the landlord, coming toward me along the passage, with his burning candle in one hand, and his gun in the other.
Nobody answered to the alarm. I rose and groped my way through the darkness to the door of the room. By that way she must have got in. By that way she must have gone out.
The door of the room was fast locked, exactly as I had left it on going to bed! I looked at the window. Fast locked too!
Hearing а voice outside, I opened the door. There was the landlord, coming toward me along the passage, with his burning candle in one hand, and his gun in the other.
What is it? he says, looking at me in no very friendly way.
I could only answer in а whisper, A woman, with а knife in her hand. In my room. А fair, yellow-haired woman. She jabbed at me with the knife, twice over.
He lifted his candle, and looked at me steadily from head to foot. She seems to have missed you twice over.
I dodged the knife as it came down. It struck the bed each time. Go in, and see.
The landlord took his candle into the bedroom immediately. In less than а minute he came out again into the passage in а violent passion.
The devil fly away with you and your woman with the knife! There isnt а mark in the bedclothes anywhere. What do you mean by coming into а mans place and frightening his family out of their wits by а dream?
A dream? The woman who had tried to stab me, not а living human being like myself? I began to shake and shiver. The horrors got hold of me at the bare thought of it.
Ill leave the house, I said. Better be out on the road in the rain and dark, than back in that room, after what Ive seen in it. Lend me the light to get my clothes by, and tell me what Im to pay.
The landlord led the way back with his light into the bedroom. Pay? says he. Youll find your score on the slate when you go downstairs. I wouldnt have taken you in for all the money youve got about you, if I had known your dreaming, screeching ways beforehand. Look at the bed wheres the cut of а knife in it? Look at the window is the lock bursted? Look at the door (which I heard you fasten yourself) is it broke in? а murdering woman with а knife in my house! You ought to be ashamed of yourself!
My eyes followed his hand as it pointed first to the bed then to the window then to the door. There was no gainsaying it. The bed sheet was as sound as on the day it was made. The window was fast. The door hung on its hinges as steady as ever. I huddled my clothes on without speaking. We went downstairs together. I looked at the clock in the bar-room. The time was twenty minutes past two in the morning. I paid my bill, and the landlord let me out. The rain had ceased; but the night was dark, and the wind was bleaker than ever. Little did the darkness, or the cold, or the doubt about the way home matter to me. My mind was away from all these things. My mind was fixed on the vision in the bedroom. What had I seen trying to murder me? The creature of а dream? Or that other creature from the world beyond the grave, whom men call ghost? I could make nothing of it as I walked along in the night; I had made nothing by it by midday when I stood at last, after many times missing my road, on the doorstep of home.
VI
My mother came out alone to welcome me back. There were no secrets between us two. I told her all that had happened, just as I have told it to you. She kept silence till I had done. And then she put а question to me.
What time was it, Francis, when you saw the Woman in your Dream?
I had looked at the clock when I left the inn, and I had noticed that the hands pointed to twenty minutes past two. Allowing for the time consumed in speaking to the landlord, and in getting on my clothes, I answered that I must have first seen the Woman at two oclock in the morning. In other words, I had not only seen her on my birthday, but at the hour of my birth.