Ah, thought Bastian. How gladly I would help her! Her and Atreyu too. What a beautiful name I would think up! If I only knew how to reach Atreyu. I’d go this minute. Wouldn’t he be amazed if I were suddenly standing before him! But it’s impossible. Or is it? And then he said under his breath: ‘If there’s any way of my getting to you in Fantastica, tell me, Atreyu. I’ll come without fail. You’ll see.’
