<blockquote>Mike could admit, if only to himself, that he had still not quite believed Psmith, even as Psmith had led him out across the moonlit grounds of Cambridge to the fairy ring down by the riverbank. Fairy rings were only called that because people had once believed certain things about them, that was all. Fungus was fungus.
Except Psmith had said it wasn't. Psmith had said he could open the way, if Mike only held onto him and didn't let go. And they had stepped into the fairy ring, and now they were somewhere else.</blockquote>
