It's only a dream REALLY, you know.

It MUST be! I don't believe about time being only a something or other of thought.

It IS a dream, and we're bound to wake up all right and safe.' 'Humph,' said Cyril bitterly.

And Robert suddenly said-- 'It's all my doing.

If it really IS all up do please not keep a down on me about it, and tell Father--Oh, I forgot.' What he had forgotten was that his father was 3,000 miles and 5,000 or more years away from him.
'All right, Bobs, old man,' said Cyril; and Anthea got hold of Robert's hand and squeezed it.
Then the gaoler came back with a platter of hard, flat cakes made of coarse grain, very different from the cream-and-juicy-date feasts of the palace; also a pitcher of water.
'There,' he said.
'Oh, thank you so very much.