_Above him were a thousand different-colored moons.
          Beside him was the girl. Across the room the dragon
             glowered. And outside, not far away, was...._

                              World Edge

                             By JACK EGAN

                         Illustrated by FINLAY

           [Transcriber's Note: This etext was produced from
                    Amazing Stories November 1962.
         Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that
         the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.]


Harvey Crane was lying flat on his back, though how he had gotten there
he was still trying to figure out. Above him he could see the flat
pink half-sphere of the sky. Now, _that_ bothered him. He squinted up
at it for several more minutes before deciding it was the color that
was wrong somehow. Harvey hunched up into a sitting position, yawned
widely, and gazed around. Thirty yards to his left a stand of blue and
yellow trees, triangular in shape, effectively blocked the horizon.
In front of him a tapered cylinder, balanced gracefully on its nose,
performed the same function. To his right ... there _was_ no horizon!

"God damn," said Harvey Crane.

He crawled the ten feet or so to the Edge of the World and looked down.
The all-pervading rosiness swirled below. Harvey tightened his belt to
hold his stomach in place, inched far back from the Edge, and stood
shakily up.

It was then that he noticed the girl.

She stood with hands on hips, critically appraising the ship.

_Aha! The ship! That's what it is_, Harvey thought triumphantly.

"I see you tried to land it again," the girl said dryly. _Again?_
Harvey wondered, but said nothing. She walked over to the ship, lifted
the gargantuan structure by a wingtip, and scowled back at him.

"Well, don't just stand there like an idiot. Come give me a hand."

He was surprised at the ease with which they handled the rocket. They
soon had it righted, and the girl stood back and gazed at it worryingly.

"There," she said. It sounded final. A look of vague annoyance crossed
her pretty features. She shook her long, brown hair into place,
flicked an imaginary speck of dust off her spotless white trousers,
rolled the sleeves of her blouse up, and ... erased the ship.

"_Hey!_" shouted Harvey wildly, "You can't do that!" He stared in dumb
amazement at the fading after-image of the ship. Beyond it, the long
upward slope of the yellow, grassy hill was crowned by a huge Castle.

"Don't be silly, Harvey dear. Come on, it's playtime." He followed her,
for some reason, up the slope to the Palace.

       *       *       *       *       *

Playtime, Harvey learned, consisted of a pleasant swim in the purple
waters of the Palace moat, followed by a delicious feast of some sort
of orange fruit faintly resembling wax-covered ladybugs. They--he and
the girl and a pet animal with a disturbing tendency to change shape
every three seconds--were seated in a rather large floral garden (there
was a faunal one somewhere nearby, Harvey learned), gazing. That is
to say, the girl was gazing at the garden, the animal at Harvey, and
Harvey at _her_. It must have been a pleasant experience all around,
for they started laughing after a few minutes.

"Say," Harvey said, standing. "I don't have the faintest idea who I am,
where I am, or why, but ... _who are you?_"

She bit her lip, and said with forced gaiety, "My goodness, Harvey.
Don't you remember? No, I suppose you don't. Well, I'm ... Dana. Tell
me, Harvey," she walked over to him and looked into his eyes. "How much
_do_ you remember?"

Harvey stopped smiling, frowned, rubbed a hand through his black hair.
"Not much," he admitted, staring out the Palace window. "I keep having
the feeling that if I _try_ hard enough ... but, I'm not sure I want to
remember," he finished, puzzled.

"Now, Harvey," Dana laughed and put her arms around him. "You're here
now, and that's all that matters. You've _al_ways been here." Harvey
looked down at her fondly.

"Tsk tsk," he pronounced. "Now you _have_ aroused my curiosity." He
kissed her, felt an imperious snap at his pantleg, and turned to find
an amazing likeness of a dragon turning a burning gaze at his exposed
calf. "Hey!" he shouted, and jumped.

"_Tim_othy!" Dana shouted, and the dragon reverted to her pet animal.
She turned back to Harvey. "I'm so sorry, Harvey. Timothy is really
very fond of you."

"He has an odd way of showing it," Harvey growled.

The pinkness of the outer world suddenly changed to a deep aquamarine.

"Oh dear," sighed Dana. "Night already, and I haven't made up the bed.
I suppose we can sleep on the cot tonight," she said tentatively.

"We?"

"Oh. I forgot. You just got here today, didn't you," she said absently,
a little rankled. "Well, you can have the cot tonight, Harvey. We have
_so_ much to do the rest of our lives."

Harvey felt so suddenly overcome with weariness he didn't think to ask
her just what it was they had so much of. He followed her docilely down
a blue-lighted corridor and out onto a small balcony. A low cot, lined
with silk and complete with canopy, reposed in the exact center of the
porch. He turned to say good-night to Dana and found her already gone.
The little Changeling sat panting in her place, its multi-morphic form
vibrating slightly. Harvey grinned down at its angry dwarfish stare.

"Jealous, eh?" he said.

The bathroom was off to the right side of the balcony. Harvey found he
needed nothing but a drink of water--it was purple. His chin showed no
signs of erupting in its usual forest of thick, dark hairs. He swore
good-naturedly at this (it had been his intention to grow a beard), put
his razor away, and undressed for bed. A pair of loose, soft pajamas of
neutral color lay across the cot. They fit him.

       *       *       *       *       *

The aqua sky showed thousands of vari-shaped blobs that whirled crazily
overhead; he at first mistook them for clouds. Gradually it became
apparent that they were moons, each a different color. Somehow the
glinting gold one seemed familiar to him. Finally he gave up trying to
chase down a forgotten memory and looked past them to the stars.

Now, what were stars? Harvey stared at the powder sprinkled across
the sky. He _must_ know what they are; he knew what they were called,
didn't he? Or had he just imagined the name--made it up himself?

"Greeeeeep," the Changeling said softly. Harvey switched his gaze from
the sky to the out-stretched form of a bear rug lying on the floor
beside the cot. "Greeeeeep." Hmmm. The Changeling's body was barely
vibrating. It must be asleep.

Harvey watched the animal for several minutes. A faint blue breeze
sighed through the parapets of the Palace mounting above him. Below, in
the courtyard, he heard the stealthy rattle of chains.

_Ghosts?_ His mind rejected the possibility at once. He had never
believed in them before--why start now? His mind worked furiously as
the sound halted. Bridge. Drawbridge. He recalled seeing a drawbridge
across the moat when Dana had led him swimming yesterday ... only,
_they_ had entered through a small door set flush with the surface of
the water. Someone must be letting the drawbridge down, and it had to
be Dana. Harvey raised up on his elbow and carefully put a foot over
the edge of the cot. He crept to the railing of the balcony and looked
down eighty feet of blue emptiness to the yellowness of the hill. Down
it, a cloaked figure followed a crooked path to the Edge of the World.
_Dana._

Something sparked an irrational fear in Harvey as the figure grew
smaller with distance. He wrapped his robe about him, slipped into
his flight shoes (_there_ was something to examine later. Where had
he gotten those words?), and dodged into a hallway. All roads led to
the courtyard, Harvey knew. At least, all that _he_ had covered. He
cast an apprehensive glance over his shoulder to see if the Changeling
had followed him, then wondered at his apprehension. His memory of
existence went back less than twenty-four hours, and this bothered him.
He should have thought more about what the _ship_ was, rather than
_where_ he was, he thought self-deprecatingly. But Dana had to be going
somewhere, and in this world, bounded so tightly by Infinity, there was
nothing left to do but wonder where the hell she was going. He halted
in the courtyard, located the path to the drawbridge, and found the
drawbridge closed.

_Yeep!_ Harvey thought. Either Dana was already back, or she had
someone or some_thing_ here to draw the bridge up after her departure.
He whirled, saw nothing, and ran back to the garden, retracing their
steps of yesterday to the small door unhinging out onto the moat. He
stripped down to his trunks and slid out into the chill purple of the
water.

       *       *       *       *       *

It became immediately obvious that swimming was _not_ a nighttime
sport. The water was extremely cold (Harvey twice bumped into floating
cakes of ice), and harbored a species of life that, while seemingly
harmless, certainly _felt_ horrible. He pulled himself out on the
far side and sat chattering for several minutes, massaging his legs.
Somewhere on that small plain of grass, dear old Dana was up to
something. And Harvey felt it imperative that he know _what_.

He shuddered to his feet and gaped back at the Castle. In the crazy
lights of the whirling moons, shadows danced and played in the deep
gouges of balconies and alcoves. The ramparts themselves stabbed into
the night sky like the many-pointed noses of rockets on a spacefield.

_Spacefield? Rockets? What?_

A dim wave of remembrance washed over Harvey. He clenched his fists and
tried to think. He tore at the black veil over the past with mental
fingers, and it resisted. He opened his eyes and found himself running
down the esplanade toward the spot where he had regained consciousness
the day before. He slowed to a walk, hoping the crazily darting,
heterochromatic moons would hide his mobile shadow among the moving
shadows of the fixed plants and rocks.

Near the place where he had first met her, Dana halted and looked
behind her. Harvey darted into the dubious shelter of a triangle tree
and stopped, waiting breathlessly for her call of discovery. Nothing
happened, and a few moments later he chanced a look.

A row of three eyes stared coldly in his face.

Harvey jerked back, shuddered to fight back a yell, and ran madly
down the hill toward Dana, but she was no longer in sight. For one
wild second Harvey thought she had disappeared over the Edge. A look
confirmed the fallacy of the notion. But behind him, the three floating
red eyes stared impassively. Angrily, he wrenched them from the air and
flung the glowing coals out into Infinity, and had the satisfaction of
watching them dwindle into nothing. He had no idea what they were; all
he knew was he hadn't liked them.

Disappointed at having lost Dana, he started back up the hill toward
the Castle.

_Thud!_

       *       *       *       *       *

Harvey picked himself up off the ground and explored the night air in
front of him with wary hands. He encountered solid surface and felt
his way around it, astonished. It was the ship! Dana had done nothing
but render it invisible yesterday! He located the rocket tubes and
the heavy arches of the landing fins, and looked up when he judged he
should be under the airlock. A sudden, frightful flood of memory poured
over him.

My God! _Earth! The Universe! Me!_

"Harvey?"

Silence. He squatted down under the rocket's firing flange, hidden from
view of the airlock.

"Harvey dear, is that you?" A light sprang out of the air twenty
feet above the ground. Dana stood in breath-taking silhouette in a
rectangular frame of familiar white. Harvey realized it was the first
time since ... since _the crash_! ... since the crash that he had seen
_white_ light. White, the symbol of truth. He straightened, still
under the flange, and waited while Dana decided to come down and look
around. He would soon get the truth.

"Har_vey_?"

He tensed as her shapely legs appeared, carefully feeling for the rungs
of an invisible ladder. When she reached the ground, Harvey stepped
around the exhaust flange and flung himself on her. They landed in the
yellow turf, and Harvey found without surprise he faced a formidable
opponent. Whatever the force that had enabled her to lift the ship
yesterday proved equally useful against flesh; but Harvey found he also
possessed new strength. His eyes fell on the tiny metal case strapped
to her waist.

A Matter Disorganizer!

"_Harvey!_ Stop it, Harvey! _You don't know what you're doing!_" she
screamed. He laughed harshly and finally succeeded in wrenching the
little metal box away from her.

"You were going to destroy the ship," he shouted incredulously. "In
God's name, _why_?"

She stepped back from him, tears glistening in her eyes. "To keep ...
this from happening," she panted. She turned and yelled something at
the Castle.

In the weird moonlights, a huge flying monster dragged itself from the
topmost pinnacle and came in a banshee wail toward Harvey. He put down
his fear and aimed the Matter Disorganizer carefully. The huge yawning
mouth gaped out at him as he pulled the actuator. The banshee scream
stopped abruptly; the monster vanished. Dana fell to her knees sobbing.
"You've killed him! You've killed Timothy," she cried.

Harvey turned back to the ridiculous rectangle of white radiance
suspended in mid-air and adjusted the MD's energy span. The solid metal
walls of the rocket reared into the night sky.

"All right, Dana," Harvey said coldly, turning to the kneeling woman.
"Where am I, and what's going on here?"

"I--I suppose I should tell you now," she choked out, standing without
his help. Harvey felt suddenly cold. The night wind had ceased, and a
blue heatlessness settled over the yellow field. Even the moons lost
some of their giddy fervor.

"Go on. I'm listening." He felt his voice soften, and rebelled. He had
been subservient for too long in this crazy world, he realized. He felt
something else was necessary. "I remember now," he stated.

       *       *       *       *       *

Dana sucked in her breath and stared at him longingly. "Oh Harvey,
darling. I've lost you so many times already. Must we go through it
again?" she said sadly. Harvey said nothing. Her shoulders sagged.
"Very well. It isn't a long story. You remember Earth, Harvey? Your
Earth?"

"I remember."

"You know why you came ... here?"

"No."

"Look at your ship, Harvey. It's old. It is _very_ old. I'm going to
tell you something. Something you already know, but won't admit to
yourself...."

A frightened look appeared in Harvey's eyes.

"Well, go _on_. _Tell_ me," he shouted impatiently, fearfully.

"After your ship left Earth, Harvey, it jumped the Light Barrier. But
you and the others hadn't counted on the forces involved; everything
but the _man_ was designed to take that jump. _You never came out of
Overdrive, Harvey. You're still in that ship, and you'll never wake
up!_" She laughed/cried at Harvey's twisted face.

"You're crazy!" he roared hoarsely. "You're crazy! I re_mem_ber! _I_
know where I am, _and_ how to get back!"

"Take a look around you, Harvey Crane," Dana laughed at him
hysterically. "Do you think a world such as this _could ever really
exist_?

"All this, Harvey," she gestured at the chunk of land, the Castle, and
the moons--"They're just symbols. This island: your mind; the world
edge is the end of Reality. Out there, the moons--_they are insanity_."

"But you _wanted_ me to stay here. Why did you change your mind?" He
stared at her accusingly.

"If you wish, you can ascribe motives to my actions," Dana said
tiredly. "But they are your motives, not mine. Harvey, I'm just 'real'
in your imagination. In Reality--the only Reality--I'm back on Earth,
waiting. Harvey ... go back. _I want you so!_"

Harvey stared at her, incredulous. "But _you_. Who are _you_?" he
blurted.

She bit her lip and gazed at him sadly.

"I," she said, her voice tremulant, "am your wife."

       *       *       *       *       *

Harvey's memory tore back to a green planet called Earth ... forgotten
faces, places. He _looked_ at Dana for the first time, and in that
instant of full recognition, she began to dissolve.

"Harvey," she pleaded, "Wake up. You've got to face Reality before it's
too late. Please ..." she sobbed into nonexistence.

Harvey wheeled toward the ship and fled up the ramp. "No! No! This is
Reality!" he shouted. He stared up at the insane island-moons swirling
in the sky; the soft, sourceless aqua of the air; the incredible bulk
of the Castle on the Edge of Infinity, and he felt on the brink of
Hell. Something was going to happen. Harvey's breathing was loud in the
thundering silence.

The Castle suddenly wrenched from the island and lifted ponderously
into the air, an immense ghastly shadow looming closer.... Harvey
screamed.

He spun around, intending to use the Matter Disorganizer on the Castle
as it swung faster and faster toward the ship. The MD slipped from his
grasp and sailed high into the air, toward the....

_No! No!_

Up and up....

_No! No!_

Up and up....

_No!_--

"_Please, Harvey ... you're trapped in your--in your imagination.
You've got to face REALITY._"

CLANK

It hit the ship.

The Universe dissolved in a vivid flash of white fire, and still Harvey
could hear Dana's whispered pleading....


                                THE END