CHAPTER 77Henk struck the Beacon again, and this time listened carefully as ripples ran along the beam. The sound he had heard before rose up again and it was definitely shot through with anger and alarm. It was as though he were disturbing a wasp’s nest.
It was also an uneasy analogy — what would happen to him if he disturbed it too much?
Then again, what would happen if he did nothing?
And what would happen if he turned the light off?
He had a momentary impression of darkness crashing in upon him, sweeping all before it like a great wave. Unbidden, the fist that had struck the Beacon became a hand, patting as if to reassure.
Then came another question: where had the idea that he should turn off the Beacon come from? There were more important things he should be doing. Could it have
