Soon you will go down far away to the cold and the white ice and the old old things that wait and move and work and plan. Do not! Blessed Mary hears me beg you to stay! Do not wake the Sleeping One that lies there. Do not pass the prison walls of black and white cold ice and time. The cage must not open! Let the dead and the dying hold closed the doors.
I have listend to His dreams. I have seen Its form within His mind, for He has seen it and He knows It must be free and He will stop You if You go.
Turn back or we will all die.
A friend.
Dear Professor Lehey,
You must listen to this warning. There will be no others. After this, only action remains. I do not expect any of you to understand my reasons, but all that is necessary is that you will act. Consider this a threat if you like. A most earnest threat.
The expedition must not sail south. Captain Douglas was only the first to die. If you persist in your brave blind hopes you will all perish. Only those who turn back are safe. I hope that you will be among them.
Let the dead lie peacefully with their secrets. They are the only ones why (sic) are beyond pain. Nothing awaits upon the ice but suffering and a bitter ending that I will do anything to help you avoid. Yes, help; even death is a blessing compared to what lies in wait.
I suppose you will blame me for everything. I don't mind, even though it's not true. There are forces at work here that you do not understand, and I have to be content with that. The deadliest sin, sometimes, is in understanding; and the most damned are those who explain.
Please. I urge you. Turn away. Tell the others. For your own sake, for all of us, turn back while you still can. There is nothing more that I dare say.
Most sincerely,
A better friend than you will ever know.