cb.imajica2-第80章
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is business。
Gentle didn't linger another minute； but turned his face up towards the mountains and thought himself away； not just from Beatrix but from the Dominion。 The village vanished； and the dusty daylight of the Kwem appeared around him。 Of the four sites where he hoped to find his fellow Maestros…the Mount； the Kwem； the Eurhetemec Kesparate； and the Erasure…this was the only one he hadn't visited in his travels with Pie； and he'd been prepared to have some difficulty locating the spot。 But Scopique's presence was a beacon in this wasteland。 Though the wind raised blinding clouds of dust； he found the man within a few moments of his arrival； squatting in the shelter of a primitive blind； constructed from a few blankets hung on poles which were stuck in the gray earth。
Unfortable though it was； Scopique had suffered worse privations in his life as a seditionist…not least his incarceration in the maison de sante…and when he rose to meet Gentle it was with the brio of a fit and contented man。 He was dressed immaculately in a three…piece suit and bow tie； and his face； despite the peculiarity of his features （the nose that was barely two holes in his head； the popping eyes）； was much less pinched than it had been； his cheeks made florid by the gritty wind。 Like Tick Raw； he was expecting his visitor。
〃e in！ e in！〃 he said。 〃Not that you're feeling the wind much； eh？〃
Though this was true （the wind bfew through Gentle in the most curious way； eddying around his navel）； he joined Scopique in the lee of his blankets； and there they sat down to talk。 As ever； Scopique had a good deal to say and poured his tales and observations out in a seamless monologue。 He was ready； he said； to represent this Dominion in the sacred space of the Ana； though he wondered how the equilibrium of the working would be affected by the absence of the Pivot。 It had been set at the center of the Five Dominions； he reminded Gentle； to be a conduit； and perhaps an interpreter； of power through the Imajica。 Now it was gone； and the Third was undoubtedly the weaker for its removal。
〃Look；〃 he said； standing up and leading his phantom visitor out to the tip of the pit。 〃I'm left conjuring beside a hole in the ground！〃
〃And you think that'll affect the working？〃
〃Who knows？ We're all amateurs pretending to be experts。 All I can do is cleanse the place of its previous oco》 pant and hope for the best。〃
He directed Gentle's attention away from the pit； to the smoking shell of a sizable building； which was only occasionally visible through the dust。
〃What was that？〃 Gentle asked。
〃The bastard's palace。〃
〃And who destroyed it？〃
〃I did； of course；〃 Scopique said。 〃I didn't want his handiwork looming over our working。 This is going to be a delicate operation as it is； without his filthy influence fucking it up。 It looked like a bordello！〃 He turned his back on it。 〃We should have had months to prepare for this； not hours。〃
〃I realize that…〃
〃And then there's the problem of the Second。 You know Pie charged me with finding a replacement？ I'd have liked to discuss all of this with you； of course； but when we last met you were in a fugue state； and Pie forbade me to acquaint you with who you were； though…may I be honest？〃
〃Could I stop you？〃
〃No。 I was sorely tempted to slap you out of it。〃 Scopique looked at Gentle fiercely； as though he might have done so now； if Gentle had been material enough。 〃You caused the mystif so much grief； you 。know；〃 he said。 〃And like a damned fool it loved you anyway。〃
〃I had my reasons；〃 Gentle said softly。 〃But you were talking about this replacement…〃
〃Ah； yes。 Athanasius。〃
〃Athanasius？〃
〃He's now our man in Yzordderrex； representing the Second。 Don't look so appalled。 He knows the ceremony； and he's pletely mitted to it。〃
〃There's not a sane bone in his body； Scopique。 He thought I was Hapexamendios' agent。〃
〃Well； of course； that's nonsense…〃
〃He tried to kill me with Madonnas。 He's crazy！〃
〃We've all had our moments； Sartori。〃
〃Don't call me that。〃
〃Athanasius is one of the most holy men I've ever met。〃
〃How can he believe in the Holy Mother one moment and claim he's Jesus the next？〃
〃He can believe in his own mother； can't he？〃
〃Are you seriously saying…〃
〃…that Athanasius is literally the resurrected Christos？ No。 If we have to have a Messiah among us； I vote for you。〃 He sighed。 … 〃Look； I realize you have difficulties with Athanasius； but I ask you； who else was I to find？ There aren't that many Maestros left； Sartori。〃
〃I told you…〃
〃Yes； yes； you don't like the name。 Well； forgive me； but for as long as I live you'll be the Maestro Sartori； and if you want to find somebody else to sit here instead of me； who'll call you something prettier； find him。〃
〃Were you always this bloody…minded？〃 Gentle replied。
〃No；〃 said Scopique。 〃It's taken years of practice。〃
Gentle shook his head in despair。 〃Athanasius。 It's a nightmare。〃
〃Don't be so sure he hasn't got the spirit of Jesu in him； by the way；〃 Scopique said。 〃Stranger things have been known。〃
〃Any more of this；〃 Gentle said； 〃and I'll be as crazy as he is。 Athanasius！ This is a disaster！〃
Furious； he left Scopique at the blind and moved off through the dust； trailing imprecations as he went； the optimism with which he'd set out on his journey severely bruised。 Rather than appear in front of Athanasius with his thoughts so chaotic； he found a spot on the Lenten Way to ponder。 The situation was far from encouraging。 Tick Raw was holding his position on the Mount as an outlaw； still in danger of arrest。 Scopique was in doubt as to the efficacy of his place now that the Pivot had been removed。 And now； of all people to join the Synod； Athanasius； a man without the wit to e out of the rain。
〃Oh； God； Pie；〃 Gentle murmured to himself。 〃I need you now。〃
The wind blew mournfully along the highway as he loitered； gusting towards the place of passage between the Third and Second Dominions； as if to usher him with it； on towards Yzordderrex。 But he resisted its coaxing； taking time to examine the options available to him。 There were； he decided； three。 One； to abandon the Reconciliation right away； before the frailties he saw in the system were pounded and brought on another tragedy。 Two； to find a Maestro who could replace Athanasius。 Three； to trust Scopique's judgment and go into Yzordderrex to make his peace with the man。 The first of these options was not to be seriously countenanced。 This was his Father's business； and he had a sacred duty to perform it。 The second； the finding of a replacement for Athanasius； was impractical in the time remaining。 Which left the third。 It was unpalatable； but it seemed to be unavoidable。 He'd have to accept Athanasius into the Synod。
The decision made； he succumbed to the message of the gusts and at a thought went with them； along the straight road； through the gap between the Dominions； and across the delta into the city…god's entrails。
〃Hoi…Polloi？〃
Peccable's daughter had put down her bludgeon and was kneeling beside Jude with tears pouring from her crossed eyes。
〃I'm sorry； I'm so sorry；〃 she kept saying。 〃I didn't know。 I didn't know。〃
Jude sat up。 A team of bell ringers was tuning up between her temples； but she was otherwise unharmed。 〃What are you doing here？〃 she asked Hoi…Polloi。 〃I thought you'd gone with your father。〃
〃I did；〃 she explained； fighting the tears。 〃But I lost him at the causeway。 There were so many people trying to find a way over。 One minute he was beside me； and the next he'd vanished。 I stayed there for hours； looking for him； then I thought he'd be bound to e back here； to the house； so I came back too…〃
〃But he wasn't here。〃
〃No。〃
She started to sob again； and Jude put her arms around her； murmuring condolences。
〃I'm sure he's still alive；〃 Hoi…Polloi said。 〃He's just being sensible and staying under cover。 It's not safe out there。〃 She cast a nervous glance up towards the cellar roof。 〃If he doesn't e back after a few days； maybe you can take me to the Fifth； and he can follow。〃
〃It's no safer there than it is here； believe me。〃
〃What's happening to the world？〃 Hoi…Poll
