What is it, love? Are you all right?’ Alan asked frantically. I flailed wildly at my face and neck. ‘A spider! There was a web, and I ran into it, and this huge spider . . . oh, Alan, can you see it? Did it get into my hair?’ I was trembling and my heart was racing. Alan pulled me close to him and held me with one arm while with the other he patted me down like an efficient policeman. ‘It’s all right, love. No spider. It’s all right. Easy, dear heart. Here, let’s go on to where it’s lighter.’ Murmuring encouragement, he pushed me ahead, and finally, finally, we were in the ancient chapel, a place of light and peace and calm. There was a bench in front of the simple wooden table that served as the altar. I sank down on it and tried to catch my breath. Alan waited patiently, his hand warm on my shoulder. ‘I’m sorry,’ I said finally. ‘I didn’t mean to make a fool of myself. Maybe there never was a spider. But there was definitely a web. It brushed my face, and .
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