‘What do you mean?’ Meg asked plaintively. ‘Please, Mrs Whatsit, it’s all so confusing.’
‘Just relax and don’t worry over things that needn’t trouble you,’ Mrs Whatsit said. ‘We made a nice, tidy little time tesser, and unless something goes terribly wrong we’ll have you back about five minutes before you left, so there’ll be time to spare and nobody’ll ever need to know you were gone at all, though of course you’ll be telling your mother, dear lamb that she is. And if something goes terribly wrong it won’t matter whether we ever get back at all.’
‘Ddon’tt ffrightenn themm,’ Mrs Which’s voice came. ‘Aare yyou llosingg ffaith?’
‘Oh, no. No, I’m not.’
But Meg thought her voice sounded a little faint.
‘I hope this is a nice planet,’ Calvin said. ‘We can’t see much of it. Does it ever clear up?’
Meg looked round her, realizing that she had been so breathless from the journey and the stop on the two-dimensional planet that she had not noticed her surroundings. And perhaps this was not very surprising, for the main thing about her surroundings was exactly that they were unnoticeable. They seemed to be standing on some kind of nondescript, flat surface. The air around them was grey. It was not exactly fog, but she could see nothing through it. Visibility was limited to the nicely definite bodies of Charles Wallace and Calvin, the rather unbelievable bodies of Mrs Whatsit and Mrs Who, and a faint occasional glimmer that was Mrs Which.
‘Come, children,’ Mrs Whatsit said. ‘We don’t have far to go, and we might as well walk. It will do you good to stretch your legs a little.’
As they moved through the greyness Meg caught an occasional glimpse of slaglike rocks, but there were no traces of trees or bushes, nothing but flat ground under their feet, no sign of any vegetation at all.
Finally, ahead of them there loomed what seemed to be a hill of stone. As they approached it Meg could see that there was an entrance that led into a deep, dark cavern. ‘Are we going in there?’ she asked nervously.
‘Don’t be afraid,’ Mrs Whatsit said. ‘It’s easier for the Happy Medium to work within. Oh, you’ll like her, children. She’s very jolly. If ever I saw her looking unhappy I would be very depressed myself. As long as she can laugh I’m sure everything is going to come out right in the end.’
‘Whattsitt,’ came Mrs Which’s voice severely, ‘jusstt beccause yyou arre verry youngg iss nno exxcuse forr tallkingg tooo muchh.’
Mrs Whatsit looked hurt, but she subsided.
‘Just how old are you?’ Calvin asked her.
‘Just a moment,’ Mrs Whatsit murmured, and appeared to calculate rapidly upon her fingers. She nodded triumphantly. ‘Exactly 2,379,152,497 years, 8 months and 3 days. That is according to your calendar, of course, which even you know isn’t very accurate.’ She leant closer to Meg and Calvin and whispered, ‘It was really a very great honour for me to be chosen for this mission. It’s just because of my verbalizing and materializing so well, you know. But of course we can’t take any credit for our talents. It’s how we use them that counts. And I make far too many mistakes. That’s why Mrs Who and I enjoyed seeing Mrs Which make a mistake when she tried to land you on a two-dimensional planet. It was that we were laughing at, not at you. She was laughing at herself, you see. She’s really terribly nice to us younger ones.’
Meg was listening with such interest to what Mrs Whatsit was saying that she hardly noticed when they went into the cave; the transition from the greyness of outside to the greyness of inside was almost unnoticeable. She saw a flickering light ahead of them, ahead and down, and it was towards this that they went. As they drew closer she realized that it was a fire.
‘It gets very cold in here,’ Mrs Whatsit said, ‘so we asked her to have a good bonfire going for you.’
As they approached the fire they could see a dark shadow against it, and as they went closer still they could see that the shadow was a woman. She wore a turban of pale mauve silk, and a flowing, purple satin gown. In her hands was a crystal ball into which she was gazing raptly. She did not appear to see the children, Mrs Whatsit, Mrs Who and Mrs Which, but continued to stare into the crystal ball; as she stared she began to laugh; and she laughed and laughed at whatever it was that she was seeing.
Mrs Which’s voice rang out clear and strong, echoing against the walls of the cavern, and the words fell with a sonorous clang.
‘WWEE ARRE HHERRE!’
The woman looked up from the ball, and when she saw them she got up and curtsied deeply. Mrs Whatsit and Mrs Who dropped small curtsies in return, and the shimmer seemed to bow slightly.
‘Oh, Medium, dear,’ Mrs Whatsit said, ‘these are the children. Charles Wallace Murry.’ Charles Wallace bowed. ‘Margaret Murry.’ Meg felt that if Mrs Whatsit and Mrs Who had curtsied, she ought to; so she did, rather awkwardly. ‘And Calvin O’Keefe.’ Calvin bobbed his head. ‘We want them to see their home planet,’ Mrs Whatsit said.
The Medium lost the delighted smile she had worn till then. ‘Oh, why must you make me look at unpleasant things when there are so many delightful ones to see?’
Again Mrs Which’s voice reverberated through the cave. ‘Therre willl nno llonggerr bee sso manyy pplleasanntt thinggss too llookk att iff rressponssible ppeoplle ddo nnott ddoo ssomethingg abboutt thee unnppleassanntt oness.’
The Medium sighed and held the ball high.
‘Look, children,’ Mrs Whatsit said. ‘Look into it well.’
‘Que la terre est petite à qui la voit des cieux! Delille. How small is the earth to him who looks from heaven,’ Mrs Who intoned musically.
Meg looked into the crystal ball, at first with caution, then with increasing eagerness, as she seemed to see an enormous sweep of dark and empty space, and then galaxies swinging across it. Finally they seemed to move in closer on one of the galaxies.
‘Your own Milky Way,’ Mrs Whatsit whispered to Meg.
They were headed directly towards the centre of the galaxy; then they moved off to one side; stars seemed to be rushing at them. Meg flung her arm up over her face as though to ward off the blow.
‘Llookk!’ Mrs Which commanded.
Meg dropped her arm. They seemed to be moving in towards a planet. She thought she could make out polar ice caps. Everything seemed sparkling clear.
‘No, no, Medium dear, that’s Mars,’ Mrs Whatsit reproved gently.
‘Do I have to?’ the Medium asked.
‘NNOWW!’ Mrs Which commanded.
The bright planet moved out of their vision. For a moment there was the darkness of space; then another planet. The outlines of this planet were not clean and clear. It seemed to be covered with a smoky haze. Through the haze Meg thought she could make out the familiar outlines of continents like pictures in her social studies books.
‘Is it because of our atmosphere that we can’t see properly?’ she asked anxiously.