To me, in this last time of my visions, of which I would tell, it was not as if I dreamed but, as it were, that I waked there into the dark, in the future of this world. Yet am I to my pen again for of late a wondrous hope has grown in me, in that I have, at night in my sleep, waked into the future of thisworld, and seen strange things and utter marvels, and known once more the gladness of life for I have learned the promise of the future, and have visited in my dreams those places where in the womb of Time, she and I shall come together, and part, and again come together - breaking asunder most drearly in pain, and again reuniting after strange ages, in a glad and mighty wonder.Īnd this is the utter strange story of that which I have seen, and which, truly, I must set out, if the task be not too great so that, in the setting out thereof, I may gain a little ease of the heart and likewise, mayhap, give ease of hope to some other poor human, that doth suffer, even as I have suffered so dreadful with longing for Mine Own that is dead.Īnd some shall read and say that this thing was not, and some shall dispute with them but to them all I say naught, save "Read!" And having read that which I set down, then shall one and all have looked towards Eternity with me - unto its very portals. Since Mirdath, My Beautiful One, died and left me lonely in this world, I have suffered an anguish, and an utter and dreadful pain of longing, such as truly no words shall ever tell for, in truth, I that had all the world through her sweet love and companionship, and knew all the joy and gladness of Life, have known such lonesome misery as doth stun me to think upon.
The Last Redoubt by William Hope Hodgson Being the second chapter of THE NIGHT LAND
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