“But it was such fun! And now you don’t have it anymore! I took it from you!”
But the old man laughed. “All I gave you was one ride, on one sled, in one snow, on one hill.
I have a whole world of them in my memory. I could give them to you one by one, a thousand times, and there would still be more.”
“Are you saying that I—I mean we—could do it again?” Jonas asked. “I’d really like to.
I think I could steer, by pulling the rope. I didn’t try this time, because it was so new.”
The old man, laughing, shook his head. “Maybe another day, for a treat. But there’s no time, really, just to play.
I only wanted to begin by showing you how it works. “Now,” he said, turning businesslike, “lie back down. I want to—”
Jonas did. He was eager for whatever experience would come next. But he had, suddenly, so many questions.
“Why don’t we have snow, and sleds, and hills?” he asked. “And when did we, in the past? Did my parents have sleds when they were young? Did you?”
The old man shrugged and gave a short laugh. “No,” he told Jonas. “It’s a very distant memory.
That’s why it was so exhausting—I had to tug it forward from many generations back.
It was given to me when I was a new Receiver, and the previous Receiver had to pull it through a long time period, too.”
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