Chapter 50

And as she spoke the miracle happened; the thing of which to this very hour I sometimes doubt the reality, seeming, as it does now, rather part of a fevered dream than an actual occurrence. I don’t know what prompted me, as that bell-like voice ceased, to look again at Rima. But I did so. She was staring past me—at the lacquer cabinet where Kâli sat—the hidden doorway Fah Lo Suee had closed again. I twisted around. Very slowly—inch by inch—inch by inch—the door was opening! Then, suddenly, it was opened wide. Out o…