And when he finished, he put flowers in her hair and led her across the bridge—the great bridge into Terabithia—which might look to someone with no magic in him like a few planks across a nearly dry gully. “Shhh,” he said. “Look.” “Where?” “Can’t you see ’um?” he whispered. “All the Terabithians standing on tiptoe to see you.” “Me?”
