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scar like a crescent moon, which mimicked by half the end of the iron pipe she’d run hard into when she was four.
    Diane set the groceries on the counter and returned to the back door to get her keys from the lock.
    No keys.
    She tried to recall—she had hurried inside from the car when she heard the phone ringing. She looked on hooks, on counters, at the bottom of her purse, in the freezer (it had happened more than once). On the off chance that she’d left them in the station wagon she walked outside and ducked her head through the open window. They hung from the ignition. She shook her head at her absentmindedness and plucked them out. She started back to the kitchen. She stopped cold, one foot on the doorstep.
    How had she gotten inside without the keys?
    The back door had been open.
    The dead bolt was the only lock on the door and it could be secured only with a key. Diane clearly remembered locking it when she left for the A&P. Somebody had entered the house and left without bothering to relock the door.
    Bill had been a cop for twelve years and had madehis share of enemies; he’d instructed the children a thousand times always to lock the door when they left.
    But Sarah of course could ignore a thousand stern warnings.
    The girl had probably returned home to wash up after the incident at school then run outside to hide in her magic woods, forgetting to lock the door.
I’ll have another talk with her
.… But then Diane decided, no, the girl had been through enough. No scoldings today. She returned to the kitchen, dropped the keys into her purse, and began to think about supper.
    She sits in the woods, hugging herself, knees up to her lowered chin, in the circle of magic stones. Sarah Corde is now breathing slowly. It has taken hours to calm down. By the time she got here, running the entire two miles from the school, her dress and underpants were dry but still she feels dirty—as if a sorcerer had thrown a potion on her.
    She is no longer crying.
    Sarah lies back in the grass that she pulled out of the nearby field and spread in the circle like a bed. She lifts the hem of her dress up to her waist as if the sunlight will clean the poison completely away and she closes her eyes; Sarah is sleepy. Her head grows heavy as a stone and she feels that she is floating in the moat of an old castle.
Beiderbug Castle
.…
    Sarah looks up at the clouds.
    A huge dog with wings big as the county, a chariot pulled by a flying fish, and there, there—a towering thunderhead—is a god carrying a fierce club. He wears golden sandals, magic shoes that carry him high above this terrible place, the earth
.…
    As she falls asleep she pictures the god turning into a wizard.
    When she wakes, an hour or more has passed. Thechariot is gone, the flying fish is gone, the god with his club is gone.
    But Sarah finds that she has had a visitor.
    She sits up, pulling her skirt down, then reaches forward cautiously and picks up Redford T. Redford the world’s smartest bear, who sits beside her, the shaggy face staring at her with humorous, glassy eyes. She left him that morning propped on her bed after she hugged him a tearful good-bye and left for school. How he got here she has no idea. In the ribbon around his collar is a piece of paper. Sarah unfolds it, panicking for a moment as she sees that it contains words she must now read. But then she relaxes and takes one word at a time. After fifteen minutes of agonizing work she manages to read the entire note.
    She is shocked and terrified by its message. Suspicious of words, she decides she must have read it wrong. She tries again and finds that, no, she read it correctly.
    Her first thought is that she could never do what the awkwardly printed letters suggest.
    But as the girl looks around her at the dense woods, where she has hidden so often after fleeing from school, the woods in which she feels more at home than in her own living room, that fear slowly fades.
    And eventually becomes