The Peacock 1843

I have been eyeing this other wide doorway, that doesn't appear to open to anything familiar. "What are you looking at ", says Erik. "That doorway, no not the one that leads to the kitchen or wherever they are presumedly preparing our dinner, but that other one, just behind your head.  Where does it lead to." "I suppose we might ask during dinner", says Stella.  But curiosity is getting the better of me, and almost without my volition I feel myself getting up out of the chair and moving towards it." "Where do you think you are going?" echos the imperious tone of Stella.  And suddenly I feel Lan's intercepting hand on my shoulder.  Her, or his, or their touch is strong, no not strong, but powerful, and an electrical charge is now running through my body. "Christopher"she says, "You may not go there unaccompanied, and I hear a sweet, penetrating high note proceed from her lips, an ethereal yet powerful note of music that now inhabits me and I assume everyone else in this room...