CHAPTER TEN: IN WHICH I BATTLE WITH SEVERAL FEARSOME
MUSHROOMS:
As I finished speaking, I dried my eyes on my sleeve and
glanced nervously at Doctor Wilson. He eyed me calmly and
stroked bis beard. I wondered if it was a personal habit of bis or
just something he did to look smart.
“I think it’s time we tried some more specialized treatment,”
he said.
Isat there, silent and wary. I bad told bim my most terrible
secrets--horrible, insane things that I had never told another
human being—-and that was all he had to say about it?
He stood up and made for the door. “Come along.”
“What for?” I asked, following him out into the corridor.
“You're taking me to the incurables ward now?” I realised then
tbat I bad begun to come back to my senses; I dreaded the idea of
being sent to such a place.
Wilson shook his head. “No, no, my dear girl. Nothing of the
sort. Just getting you some leeches. I take it you've had those in
the past?”
I nodded, wincing. I dreaded the procedure of bloodletting
very much as a child, but I forced a straight face. Compared to
the sorts of things I did to myself, a bite or two from a leech
would be nothing, I told myself.
Wilson led me down the corridor and into a sparsely—on
furnished, well-lit room. The floors
were tile and the walls whitewash. In
the center of the room sat a large
examination table. The doctor propped up
the back so I could recline not-
uncomfortably upon it. I noted, uneasily,
that there were leather straps sewn
along the sides.
I folded my arms and glanced about,
trying to get a decent look at the place,
to make sure there wasn’t anything too
terrifying in it.
I spied all manner of items-—bottles of every shape, colour
and size imaginable, a few even labeled as poisonous, nightmarishly
large syringes, speculums, forceps, knives, bone saws, and every sort
of bloodletting instrument imaginable——all lined up in old glass.
cabinets.
From one of these cabinets Doctor Wilson withdrew a pretty
porcelain jar labeled “LEECHES” in gold lettering.
“Would you mind exposing your arm?” he asked, placing the jar
the table beside me.
Theld out my right arm, and the doctor dropped a leech in the
crook of my elbow.
The leech had an odd way of squirming; it stretched out into a
long worm, and then retracted itself into a shape more like abeetle. It did this again and again, lengthening and shrinking
like a slimy, bloodsucking accordion.
I flinched when it bit. The sensation felt rather like being
pinched by someone witb long, ragged fingernails. I glared down at
the little creature, feeling a terrible urge to squash it.
“Feeling all right?” the doctor asked.
I nodded, but nearly recanted my answer when I saw him holding
another leech in a pair of tweezers. I looked away as he placed it on
my wrist.
I ended up with about a dozen leeches all sucking at my veins. In
the span of about ten minutes, they drank until they grew fat and
red, and then let go and plopped into the waiting hand of Doctor
Wilson.
The leech bites continued to bleed quite profusely for their
small size. Little red droplets oozed down my arm and off the tips of
my fingers, collecting in a little silver bowl beside me. I watched
with morbid fascination as the bowl filled.
“You should be feeling much more relaxed now,” Wilson said,
bandaging my little wounds.
Now that he pointed it out, my racing thoughts had slowed down a
bit. Perbaps “relaxed” wasn’t the right word, but the merely wisbed
the doctor a good day and stood up.The moment I got to my feet, I felt suddenly hot and
disoriented. Colours flashed before my eyes, like the visions which
precede a migraine, and the room shifted around me.
“Might I have... ?” I was about to ask for the day off of work
therapy, but my words came out all mumbly and garbled.
Before I had the chance to try speaking again, a vast hole
opened up in the floor beneath me. As usual, I fell right into it.
ERR
Tcrashed through the roof of the White Rabbit’s house and
landed on a plush sofa. As normal, the fall did me no harm, and the
potion I had obtained at the Skool was still in effect. How kind of
my dream to drop me right where I needed to go.
Getting to the little door through which Rabbit had left would
mean a good deal of walking. Simply getting off the sofa at my
reduced size proved to be quite an ordeal. I had to bounce along to
the edge, and then leap off, aiming for a fluffy bit of carpet to
break my fall.
Beyond the door (once I finally reached it), the first thing I
noticed were the immense toadstools in every size and colour, from
twice my height to the size of my shoe, and from dull brown to
flashing blue and pink. For once, Wonderland was starting to look
familiar.
That is, until the nearest mushroom tried to close upon me likelike an umbrella. I ducked down and crawled out of the way, just
quickly enough to avoid its fangs.
The fact that most everything in Wonderland wanted to kill me
would take some getting used to.
T backed away from any nearby mushrooms to get a better look
around. I stood in a patch of waist-deep moss. Immense trees towered
overhead, filtering the sunlight to a perfect shade of green.
Streams of water trickled down rocky crevices, and all was damp and
green and cool.
“Where have you been wandering off to?” I turned to see that
the White Rabbit bad crept up on me. He stood in a patch of grass,
tapping his foot. He, too, had apparently shrunk, for he only stood
at half of my one-inch height.
“You've taken your sweet time,” he said.
“What do you mean? You're the one who didn’t wait,” I told him,
crossing my arms and returning his glare. “I have good reason-—“
“Forget reasons; they’re useless.”
Rabbit shook his head. “Caterpillar is
waiting.”
“Then we needn't take any more
time with your bickering.” The
Cheshire Cat appeared behind us, and
then walked nonchalantly by.
“Coming?” he asked, turning back.
“Of course!” The Rabbit leaptafter bim. “We mustn’t be late, you know!”
“Late for what?” I demanded, already burrying after them. “I
don’t even know where we're goin,
“Neither do we,” Rabbit said, “which is why we must meet with the
Caterpillar at once.”
“Ah, I remember bim,” I said, scrambling over a large root. “Thin-
skinned, ill-tempered, smokes too much, bears a most disagreeable
smell. What do I need from bim?”
“None in Wonderland are wiser,” the Cat said.
The Rabbit nodded twitcbily. “He'll know how to save us.”
“You mean you've brought me here not knowing what to do with me?”
I paused long enough to fling my knife at a particularly angry-
looking mushroom. “You might have done well to consult the
Caterpillar first.”
“Ob, goodness me, no.” Rabbit watched warily as I yanked my knife
from the dead fungus. “I couldn't traverse these woods alone. Plenty
of things enjoy the taste of Rabbit, you know.”
“I see. So you want me as your bodyguard?”
“But of course!” Rabbit said. “And the guardian of all Wonderland”
“Hmph. Sounds like a dubious honour. Everything here wants to
kill me!”
The Cat grinned a bit more widely than usual. “Would you rather
stay in the asylum?”
I didn’t answer, preoccupied with another ferocious~looking
toadstool.As we went on, the forest grew ever darker and foggier. After
about an hour of walking, we passed a fam:
iar-looking dead
mushroom. Stabbed, by the looks of it. In fact, I was pretty sure I
had stabbed it myself.
“That mushroom looks familiar,” I said. “Are you sure we're not
going in circles?”
“Of course, we're going in circles, Rabbit said. “We have to pass
through. the Morel Grounds twice to get to the River of Tears.”
“What?”
Rabbit reached into his waistcoat pocket and handed me a map. It
took a moment even to half-understand what I was looking at. The
map seemed to shift and change every second. Just looking at it gave
me a headache. As far as I could understand, the River of Tears
appeared to flow between an upside-down house and a lake with
anotber lake in it. I think.
T handed the map back to Rabbit. “I think I'll trust your
navigational skills.”
“Thank you, my dear.”
“So then, Caterpillar lives near the River of Tears?” I asked.
“Not really,” Rabbit said, “but the fastest way to get that far
north is by boat.”
“North?” I had thought the river went from east to west. Or
maybe north to south. Or maybe I was holding the map sideways. “Oh
dear. I'm afraid I don’t understand this place at all.”
“Not to worry,” Rabbit said. “I’ve been through here plenty oftimes before. Now, we’re nearly to the river.”
After perhaps another half-mile or so, we did encounter a swift,
silvery river. I might have described it as large, but, given my
small size, it was likely no more than a few inches wide.
My companions both hopped onto a floating leaf, and I cautiously
followed. I didn’t think a leaf would serve well as a boat, although
it was moored to the rocky shore by a rope, and someone had written
“$,S, LACHRIMA” on its surface in blue paint.
As quick as such a method of travel was, I found the lack of
steering terribly unpleasant. When we entered a tunnel, my nerves
worsened. The twinge of seasickness in my gut didn’t help in the
least.
“Qh dear,” Rabbit muttered. “Oh dear...”
“What is it?” I asked tentatively.
“T don’t remember any tunnels on the map!” He paced rapidly
back and forth across the leaf. “The geography must have changed
again.”
“The geography? Changed?” I asked.
“Again?” Cat added. “Didn’t that just happen last week?”
Rabbit fumbled with his spectacles, but it was much too dark to
read. “Oh dear! I’ve no idea where we are!”
Brilliant. Given my luck, we’d tumble off a waterfall.Not far ahead, the tunnel opened up into light. At the same
point, the river seemed to vanish into a cloud of mist. Had I just
summoned a waterfall?
Many years ago, my mother and father had taken me to see a
tremendous waterfall near Yorkshire. I remember peering right
over the edge, until Father pulled me back, warning that I might
fall.
Iwas irritated then, but now I wanted nothing more than
some way to get off of my doomed little boat! I shouted out to
warn my companions, but Rabbit did not hear me over the roar of
the water. The Cheshire Cat saw what I pointed to, at which he
bared his teeth, snarled, and vanished.
Too late, I saw Rabbit plunging over the edge ahead of me,
and I went tumbling down after him.