cb.imajica2-第54章
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be a dangerous place。〃
〃But it is； Oscar； whether we like it or not。 There's a darkness here worse than anything in Yzordderrex。 And it's got your scent。 There's no escaping that。 It's ing after you。 And me； for all I know。〃
〃But why？〃
〃Maybe it thinks you can do it some harm。〃
〃What can I do？ I don't know a damn thing。〃
〃But we could learn；〃 she said。 〃That way； if we're going to die； at least it won't be in ignorance。〃
12
DESPITE OSCAR'S PREDICTION； the Tabula Rasa's tower was still standing； any trace of distinction it might have once owned eroded by the sun； which blazed with noonday fervor at well past three。 Its ferocity had taken its toll on the trees that shielded the tower from the road； leaving their leaves to hang like dishrags from their branches。 If there were any birds taking cover in the foliage； they were too exhausted to sing。
〃When were you last here？〃 Oscar asked Jude as they drove into the empty forecourt。
She told him about her encounter with Bloxham； squeezing the account for its humorous effect in the hope of distracting Oscar from his anxiety。
〃I never much liked Bloxham；〃 Oscar replied。 〃He was so damn full of himself。 Mind you； so were we all。。。。〃 His voice trailed away； and with all the enthusiasm of a man approaching the execution block； he got out of the car and led her to the front door。
〃There's no alarms ringing；〃 he said。 〃If there's anybody inside； they got in with a key。〃
He'd pulled a cluster of his own keys out of his pocket and selected one。
〃Are you sure this is wise？〃 he asked her。
〃Yes； I am。〃
Resigned to this insanity； he unlocked the door and； after a moment's hesitation； headed inside。 The foyer was cold and gloomy； but the chill only served to make Jude brisk。
〃How do we get down into the cellar？〃 she said。
〃You want to go straight down there？〃 he replied。 〃Shouldn't we check upstairs first？ Somebody could be here。〃
〃Somebody is here； Oscar。 She's in the cellar。 You can check upstairs if you want to； but I'm going down。 The less time we waste the sooner we're out of here。〃
It was a persuasive argument； and he conceded to it with a little nod。 He dutifully fished through the bunch of keys a second time and； having chosen one； went over to the farthest and smallest of the three closed doors ahead。 Having taken his time selecting the right key； he now took even longer to get it into the lock and coax it into turning。
〃How often have you been down there？〃 she asked him while he worked。
〃Only twice；〃 he replied。 〃It's a pretty grim place。〃
〃I know；〃 she reminded him。
〃On the other hand； my father seemed to make quite a habit of exploring down there。 There's rules and regulations； you know； about nobody looking through the library on their own； in case they're tempted by something they read。 I'm sure he flouted all that。 Ah！〃 The key turned。 〃That's one of them！〃 He selected a second key and started on the other lock。
〃Did your father talk to you about the cellar？〃 she asked him。
〃Once or twice。 He knew more about the Dominions than he should have done。 I think he even knew a few feits。 I can't be sure。 He was a cagey bugger。 But at the end； when he was delirious； he'd mutter these names。 Patashoqua； I remember。 He repeated that over and over。〃
〃Do you think he ever crossed into the Dominions？〃
〃I doubt it。〃
〃So you worked out how to do that on your own？〃
〃I found a few books down here and smuggled them out。 It wasn't difficult to get the circle working。 Magic doesn't decay。 It's about the only thing〃…he paused； grunted； forced the key…〃that doesn't。〃 It began to turn； but not all the way。 〃I think Papa would have liked Patashoqua；〃 he went on。 〃But it was only a name to him； poor sod。〃
〃It'll be different after the Reconciliation；〃 Jude said。 〃I know it's too late for him…〃
〃On the contrary；〃 Oscar said； grimacing as he bullied the key。 〃From what I hear； the dead are just as locked up as the rest of us。 There's spirits everywhere； according to Peccable； ranting and raving。〃
〃Even in here？〃
〃Especially in here；〃 he said。
With that； the lock gave up its resistance； and the key turned。
〃There；〃 he said。 〃Just like magic。〃
〃Wonderful。〃 She patted his back。 〃You're a genius。〃
He grinned at her。 The dour； defeated man she'd found sweating in the pews an hour ago had lightened considerably now there was something to distract him from his death sentence。 He withdrew the key from the lock and turned the handle。 The door was stout and heavy； but it opened without much resistance。 He preceded her into the darkness。
〃If I remember right；〃 he said； 〃there's a light here。
No？〃 He patted the wall to the side of the door。 〃Ah！ Wait！〃
A switch flipped； and a row of bare bulbs； strung from a cable； illuminated the room。 It was large； wood…paneled； and austere。
〃This is the one part of Roxborough's house still intact； besides the cellar。〃 There was a plain oak table in the middle of the room； with several chairs around it； 〃This is where they met； apparently： the first Tabula Rasa。 And they kept meeting here； over the years； until the house was demolished。〃
〃Which was when？〃
〃In the late twenties。〃
〃So a hundred and fifty years of Godolphin bums sat on one of those seats？〃
〃That's right。〃
〃Including Joshua。〃
〃Presumably。〃
〃I wonder how many of them I knew？〃
〃Don't you remember？〃
〃I wish I did。 I'm still waiting for the memories to e back。 In fact； I'm begining to wonder if they ever will。〃
〃Maybe you're repressing them for a reason？〃
〃Why？ Because they're so appalling I can't face them？ Because I acted like a whore； let myself be passed around the table with the port； left to right？ No； I don't think that's it at all。 I can't remember because I wasn't really living。 I was sleepwalking； and nobody wanted to wake me。〃
She looked up at him； almost defying him to defend his family's ownership of her。 He said nothing； of course。 Instead； he moved to the vast grate； ducking beneath the mantelpiece； selecting a third key as he went。 She heard him slot it in the lock and turn it； heard the motion of cogs and counterweights its turning initiated； and； finally； heard the groan of the concealed door as it opened。 He glanced back at her。
〃Are you ing？〃 he said。 〃Be careful。 The steps are steep。〃
The flight was not only steep but long。 What little light spilled from the room above dwindled after hahf a dozen steps； and she descended twice that number in darkness before Oscar found a switch below； and lights ran off along the labyrinth。 A sense of triumph ran through her。 She'd put her desire to find a way into this underworld aside many times since the dream of the blue eye had brought her to Celestine's cell； but it had never died。 Now； finally； she was going to walk where her dream sight h'ad gone； through this mine of books with its seams to the ceiling； to the place where the Goddess lay。
〃This is the single largest collection of sacred texts since the library at Alexandria；〃 Oscar said； his museum…guide tone a defense； she suspected； against the sense of moment he shared with her。 〃There are books here even the Vatican doesn't know exist。〃 He lowered his voice； as though there might be other browsers here that he'd disturb if he spoke too loudly。 〃The night he died； Papa told me he found a book here written by the Fourth King。〃
〃The what？〃
〃There were three kings at Bethlehem； remember？ According to the Gospels。 But the Gospels lied。 There were four。 They were looking for the Reconciler。〃
〃Christ was a Reconciler？〃
〃So Papa said。〃
〃And you believe that？〃
〃Papa had no reason to lie。〃
〃But the book； Oscar； the book could have lied。〃
〃So could the Bible。 Papa said this Magi wrote his story because he knew he'd been cut out of the Gospels。 It was this fellow named the Imajica。 Wrote the word down in this book。 There it was on the page for the first time in history。 Papa said he wept。〃
Jude surveyed the labyrinth that spread from the foot of the stairs with fresh respect。 〃Have you tried to find the book since？〃
〃I didn't need to。 When Papa died I went in search of the real thing。 I traveled back and forth as though Ch
