'Then why're you out here so early, Miss Foley?' asked Jim.

'I love carnivals.' said Miss Foley, a little woman lost somewhere in her grey fifties, beaming around. 'I'll buy hot dogs and you eat while I look for my fool nephew. You seen seen him?' him?'

'Nephew?'

'Robert. Staying with me a few-weeks. Father's dead, mother's sick in Wisconsin. I took him in. He ran out here early today. Said he'd meet me. But you know boys! My, you look glum.' She shoved food at them. 'Eat! Cheer up! Rides'll open in ten minutes. Meantime, I think I'll spy through that Mirror Maze and - '

'No,' said Will.

'No what?' asked Miss Foley.

'No Mirror Maze.' Will swallowed. He stared at fathoms of reflections. You could never strike bottom there. It was like winter standing tall, waiting to kill you with a glance. 'Miss Foley,' he said at last, and wondered to hear his mouth say it, 'don't go in there.'

'Why not?'

Jim peered, fascinated, into Will's face. 'Yeah, tell us. Why not?'

'People get lost,' said Will, lamely.

'All the more reason. Robert might be wandering, loose, and not find his way out if I don't grab his ear - '

'Never can tell - ' Will could not take his eyes off the millions of miles of blind grass - 'what might be s around in there...'

'Swimming!' Miss Foley laughed. 'What a lovely mind you have, Willy. Well, yes, but I'm an old fish. So...'

'Miss Foley!'

Miss Foley waved, poised, took a step, and vanished into the mirror ocean. They watched as she settled, wandered, sank deep, deep, and was finally dissolved, grey among silver.

Jim grabbed Will. 'What was all that that?'

'Gosh, Jim, it's the mirrors! They're the only things I don't like. I mean, they're the only things like like last night.' last night.'

'Boy, boy, you been out in the sun,' snorted Jim. 'That maze there is...' His voice trailed off. He sniffed the cold air blowing out as from an, ice house between the tall reflections.

'Jim? You were saying?

But Jim said nothing. After a long time he clapped his hand to the back of his neck. 'It really does does!' he cried in soft amaze.

'What does?'

'Hair! I read it all my life. In scary stories, it stands on end! Mine's doing it - now!'

'Gosh, Jim. So's mine!'

They stood entranced with the delicious cold bumps on their necks and the suddenly stiffened small hairs quilled up over their scalps.

There was a flourish of light and shadow.

Bumping through the Mirror Maze they saw two, four, a dozen Miss Foleys.

They didn't know which one was real, so they waved to all of them.

But none of the Miss Foleys saw or waved back. Blind she walked. Blind, she tacked her nails to cold glass.

'Miss Foley!'

Her eyes, flexed wide as from blasts of photographic powder, were skinned white like a statue's. Deep under the glass, she spoke. She murmured. She whimpered. Now she cried. Now she shouted. Now she yelled. She knocked glass with her head, her elbows, tilted drunken as a light-blind moth, raised her hands in claws. 'Oh God! Help!' she wailed. 'Help, oh God!'

Jim and Will saw their own faces, pale, their own eyes, wide, in the mirrors as they plunged.

'Miss Foley, here!' Jim cracked his brow.

'This way!' But Will found only cold glass. way!' But Will found only cold glass.

A hand flew from empty space. An old woman's hand, sinking for the last time. It seized anything to save itself. The anything was Will. She pulled him under.

'Will!'

'Jim! Jim!'

And Jim held him and he held her and pulled her free of the silently rushing mirrors coming in from the desolate seas.

They stepped into sunlight.

Miss Foley, one hand to her bruised cheek, bleated, muttered, then laughed quickly, then gasped, and wiped her eyes.

'Thank you, Will, Jim, oh thank you. I'd of drowned! I mean...oh, Will you were right right! My God, did you see her, she's lost, drowned in there, poor girl! Oh the poor lost sweet...save her, oh, we must save save her!' her!'

'Miss Foley, boy, you're hurting.' Will firmly removed her fists from clenching the flesh of his arm. 'There's no one in there.'

'I saw her! Please! Look! Save her!'

Will jumped to the maze entrance and stopped. The ticket taker gave him an idle glance of contempt. Will backed away to Miss Foley.

'I swear, no one went in ahead or after you, ma'am. It's my fault, I joked about the water, you must've got mixed up, lost, and scared...'

But if she heard, she went on biting the back of her hand, her voice the voice of someone come out of the sea after no air, a long dread time deep, no hope of life and now set free.

'Gone? She's at the bottom! Poor girl. I knew her. 'I know know you!' I said when I first saw her a minute ago. I waved, she waved. 'Hello!' I ran! - bang! I fell. you!' I said when I first saw her a minute ago. I waved, she waved. 'Hello!' I ran! - bang! I fell. She She fell. A dozen, a thousand of her fell. 'Wait!' I said. Oh, she looked so fine, so lovely, so young. But it scared me. 'What're you doing fell. A dozen, a thousand of her fell. 'Wait!' I said. Oh, she looked so fine, so lovely, so young. But it scared me. 'What're you doing here here?' I said. 'Why,' I think she said, 'I'm real. You're real. You're not not!' she laughed, way under water. She ran off in the maze. We must must find her! Before - ' find her! Before - '

Miss Foley, Will's arm around her, took a last trembling breath and grew strangely quiet.

Jim was staring deep into those cold mirrors, looking for sharks that could not be seen.

'Miss Foley,' he said, 'what did she look like?'

Miss Foley's voice was pale but calm.

'The fact is...she looked like myself, many, many years ago.

'I'll go home now.' she said.

'Miss Foley, we'll - '

'No. Stay. I'm just fine. Have fun, boys. Enjoy.'

And she walked slowly away, alone, down the midway.

Somewhere a vast animal made water. Ammonia made the wind turn ancient as it passed.

'I'm leaving!' said Will.

'Will,' said Jim. 'We're staying until sundown, boy, dark sundown, and figure it all all. You chicken?'

'No,' murmured Will. 'But...anybody want to dive back in that maze?'

Jim gazed fiercely deep into the bottomless sea, where now only the pure light glanced back at itself, help up emptiness upon emptiness beyond emptiness before their eyes.

'Nobody.' Jim let his heart beat twice. '...I guess.'

16

A bad thing happened at sunset.

Jim vanished.

Through noon and after noon, they had screamed up half the rides, knocked over dirty milk-bottles, smashed kewpie-doll winning plates, smelling, listening, looking their way through the autumn crowd trampling the leafy sawdust.

And then quite suddenly Jim was gone.

And Will, not asking anyone but himself, absolutely silent certain-sure, walked steadily through the late crowd as the sky was turning plum coloured until he came to the maze and paid his dime and stepped up inside and called softly just one time: '...Jim...'

And Jim was there, half in, half out of the cold glass tides like someone abandoned on a seashore when a dose friend has gone far out, and there is wonder if he will ever come back. Jim stood as if he had not moved so much as an eyelash in five minutes, staring, his mouth half-open, waiting for the next wave to come in and show him more.

'Jim! Get outa there!'

'Will...' Jim sighed faintly. 'Let me be.'

'Like heck!' With one leap, Will grabbed Jim's belt and hauled. Shuffling backward, Jim did not seem to know he was being dragged from the maze, for he kept protesting in awe at some unseen wonder: 'Oh, Will, oh, Willy, Will, oh, Willy...'

'Jim, you nut. I'm taking you home!'

'What? What? What?'

They were in cold air. The sky was darker than plums now, with a few clouds burning late sun-fire above. The sun-fire flamed on Jim's feverish cheeks, his open lips, his wide and terribly rich green shining eyes.

'Jim, what'd you see in there? The same as Miss Foley?'

'What, what?

'I'm gonna, bust your nose! Come on!' He hustled, pulled, shoved, half carried this fever, this elation, unstruggling friend.

'Can't tell you, Will, wouldn't believe, can't tell you, in there, oh, in there, in there...'

'Shut up!' Will socked his arm. 'Scare heck outa me, just like she she scared us. Bugs! It's almost suppertime. Folks'll think we're dead and buried!' scared us. Bugs! It's almost suppertime. Folks'll think we're dead and buried!'

They were striding now, slashing the autumn grass with their shoes, beyond the tents in the hay-smelling, leaf-mould fields, Will glaring at town, Jim staring back at the high now-darkening banners as the last of the sun hid under the earth.

'Will, we got to come back. Tonight - '

'Okay, come back alone.'

Jim stopped.

'You wouldn't let me come alone. You're always going to be around, aren't you, Will? To protect me?'

'Look who needs protection.' Will laughed and then did not laugh again, for Jim was looking at him, the last wild light dying in his mouth, and caught in the thin hollows of his nostrils and in his suddenly deep-set eyes.

'You'll always be with me, huh, Will?'

Jim simply breathed warm upon him and his blood stirred with the old, the familiar answers: yes, yes, you know it, yes, yes.

And turning together, they stumbled over a clanking dark mound of leather bag.

17

They stood for a long moment over the huge leather bag.

Almost secretively, Will kicked it. It made the sound of iron indigestion.

'Why,' said Will, 'that belongs to the lightning-rod salesman!'