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50 <strong>Chicken</strong> <strong>Little</strong>: <strong>The</strong> <strong>Inside</strong> <strong>Story</strong><br />
one of those very tablets “still to be found”—in the phrase I’d so<br />
blithely tossed off in my paper.<br />
My mind was full of questions, but Brillig was in full flight and I<br />
was loath to interrupt.<br />
“Had I lingered,” he said, “I would surely have been caught.<br />
However, I was able to slip out, smiling and bowing, murmuring<br />
my thanks, before the merchant could realize what I’d done. I<br />
dashed back to join the other Brothers and we returned to our<br />
mountain retreat without incident.<br />
“Alone in my room, I gloated. I tucked the stone under my pillow<br />
and spoke of it to no one.<br />
“Some few weeks later we were hastily evacuated, first to Warsaw,<br />
then via Hamburg to Rotterdam, where we embarked on a<br />
freighter bound for New York. 54 I later learned that the area we had<br />
left, including both Kraznacs, was totally destroyed in an Allied<br />
bombing raid the following month.”<br />
I shook my head at this close call, but did not comprehend its<br />
full import until later in the day.<br />
“From New York I returned to the home base of my Order, but I<br />
stayed only a few months, due to a pernicious custom that had been<br />
instituted in my absence. Every morning Father handed to each of<br />
us—we were about twenty in all—a slip of paper folded twice. One<br />
of these slips bore the words ‘You’re It’—meaning that the Brother<br />
so designated, unknown to anyone else, would play the part of Lilith<br />
all that day. Only Father knew who had received it. Perhaps on<br />
some days all the slips were blank, but, since no one knew, the result<br />
was the same, as you will see.”<br />
It was now getting on for eight. I heard someone entering the<br />
bathroom. Sunny left to see what was up.<br />
I scratched my head and looked at Brillig.<br />
“Lilith? . . . <strong>The</strong> legendary first wife of Adam? His devilishly<br />
54 This truly frightful journey in the shadow of troop movements and fleeing peasants<br />
is here passed over lightly. Brillig’s extensive notes at the time, which Norman<br />
is in the process of editing, will be included in <strong>The</strong> Compleat Brillig. In the<br />
meantime, interested readers will find the flavor of such a trip dramatically captured<br />
in Sigrid McPherson, <strong>The</strong> Refiner’s Fire: Memoirs of a German Girlhood,<br />
pp. 101ff.