cb.coldheart canyon-第8章
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〃Is it like this all over？〃 Zeffer said； his astonishment unfeigned。
〃All over。 There are thirty…three thousand； two hundred and sixty…eight tiles； and there is obscene matter on two thousand； seven hundred and ninety…eight of them。〃
〃You've obviously made a study；〃 Zeffer observed。
〃Not I。 An Englishman who worked with Father Nicholas did the counting。 For some reason the numbers remained in my head。 I think it's old age。 Things you want to remember； you can't。 And things that don't mean anything stick in your head like a knife。〃
〃That's not a pretty image； with respect。〃
〃With respect； there's nothing pretty about the way I feel；〃 Sandru replied。 〃I feel old to my marrow。 On a good day I can barely get up in the morning。 On a bad day； I just wish I were dead。〃
〃Lord。〃
Sandru shrugged。 〃That's what living in this place does to you after a while。 Everything drains out of you somehow。〃
Zeffer was only half…listening。 He was exhilarated by what he saw； and he had no patience with Sandru's melancholy； his thoughts were with the walls； and the pictures on the walls。
〃Are there records documenting how this was created？ It is a masterpiece； in its way。〃
〃One of a kind；〃 Sandru said。
〃Absolutely one of a kind。〃
〃To answer your question； no； there are no records。 It's assumed that it was funded by Duke Goga； who had lately returned from the Crusades with a large amount of booty； claimed from the infidel in the name of Christ。〃
〃But to build a room like this with money you'd made on the Crusades！〃 Zeffer said incredulously。
〃I agree。 It seems like an unlikely thing to do in the name of God。 Of course none of this is proved。 There are some people who will tell you that Goga went missing on one of his hunts； and it wasn't him who built this place at all。〃
〃Who then？〃
〃Lilith； the Devil's wife；〃 the Father said； dropping his voice to a whisper。 〃Which would make this the Devil's Country； no？〃
〃Has anybody tried to analyze the work？〃
〃Oh yes。 The Englishman I spoke of； George Soames； claimed he had discovered evidence of twenty…two different styles amongst the designs。 But that was just the painters。 Then there were the men who actually made the tiles。 Fired them。 Sorted out the good from the bad。 Prepared the paint。 Cleaned the brushes。 And there must have been some system to align everything。〃
〃The rows of tiles？〃
〃I was thinking more of the alignment of interior with the exterior。〃
〃Perhaps they built the room first。〃
〃No。 The Fortress is two…and…a…half centuries older than this room。〃
〃My God； so to get the alignment so perfect…？〃
〃Is quite miraculous。 Soames found fifty…nine geographical markers… certain stones； trees； the spire of the old abbey in Darscus…which are visible from the tower and are also painted on the wall。 He calculated that all fifty…nine were correctly aligned； within half a degree of accuracy。〃
〃Somebody was obsessive。〃
〃Or else； divinely inspired。〃
〃You believe that？〃
〃Why not？〃
Zeffer glanced back at the arena on the wall behind him； with all its libidinous excesses。 〃Does that look like the kind of work that somebody would do in the name of God？〃
〃As I said；〃 Sandru replied； 〃I no longer know where God is and where He isn't。〃
There was a long silence； during which Zeffer continued to survey the walls。 Finally he said： 〃How much do you want for it？〃
〃How much do I want for what？〃
〃For the room？〃
Sandru barked out a laugh。
〃I mean it；〃 Zeffer said。 〃How much do you want for it？〃
〃It's a room； Mr。 Zeffer；〃 Sandru said。 〃You can't buy a room。〃
〃Then it's not for sale？〃
〃That's not my point…〃
〃Just tell me： is it for sale or not？〃
Again； laughter。 But this time there was less humor； more bemusement。 〃I don't see that it's worth talking about；〃 Sandru said； putting the brandy bottle to his lips and drinking。
〃Let's say a hundred thousand dollars。 What would that be in lei？ What's the lei worth right now？ A hundred and thirty…two…and…a…half to the dollar？〃
〃If you say so。〃
〃So that's what？ Thirteen million； two hundred and fifty thousand lei。〃
〃You jest。〃
〃No。〃
〃Where would you find such money？〃 A pause followed。 〃If I may ask？〃
〃Over the years； I've made some very lucrative investments on behalf of Katya。 We own large parts of Los Angeles。 Half a mile of Sunset Boulevard is in her name。 Another half mile in mine。〃
〃And you would sell all that to own this？〃
〃A little piece of Sunset Boulevard for your glorious Hunt？ Why not？〃
〃Because it's just a room covered with filthy tile。〃
〃So I have more money than sense。 What does it matter to you？ A hundred thousand dollars is a great deal of money。〃
〃Yes； it is。〃
〃So； do we have a deal or not？〃
〃Mr。 Zeffer； this is all too sudden。 We're not talking about a chair here。 This is part of the fabric of the Fortress。 It has great historical significance。〃
〃A minute ago it was just a room covered with filthy tile。〃
〃Filthy tile of great historical significance；〃 Sandru said； allowing himself a little smile。
〃Are you saying we can't find some terms that are mutually satisfying？ Because if you are…〃
〃No； no； no。 I'm not saying that。 Perhaps we could eventually agree on a price； if we talked about it for a while。 But how would you ever get it back to California？〃
〃That would be my problem。 This is the twenties； Father。 Anything's possible。〃
〃And then what？ Suppose you could get everything back to Hollywood？〃
〃Another room； the same proportions…〃
〃You have such a room？〃
〃No。 I'd build one。 We have a house in the Hollywood Hills。 I'd put it in as a surprise for Katya。〃
〃Without telling her？〃
〃Well if I told her it wouldn't be a surprise。〃
〃I'm just astonished that she would allow you to do such a thing。 A woman like that。〃
〃Like what？〃
The question caught Sandru off…balance。 〃Well。。。so。。。〃
〃Beautiful？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃I think our conversation's e full…circle； Father。〃
Sandru conceded the point with a little nod； lifting the brandy bottle as he did so。
〃So she's not as perfect as her face would suggest？〃 he asked at last。 〃Not remotely。 Thank God。〃
〃This place； with all its obscenities； would please her？〃 〃Yes； I think it would。 Why？ Does that make you more open to the idea of selling it to me？〃
〃I don't know；〃 Sandru replied； frowning。 〃This whole conversation hasn't turned out the way I thought it would。 I expected you to e down here and maybe buy a table； or a tapestry。 Instead you want to buy the walls！〃 He shook his head again。 〃I was warned about you Americans；〃 he added； his tone no longer amused。
〃What were you warned about？〃
〃Oh； that you thought nothing was beyond your grasp。 Or beyond your pocket。〃
〃So the money isn't enough。〃
〃The money； the money。〃 He made an ugly sound in the back of his throat。 〃What does the money matter？ You want to pay a hundred thousand dollars for it？ Pay it。 I'll never see a lei so why should I care what it costs you？ You can steal it as far as I am concerned。〃
〃Let me understand you clearly。 Are you agreeing to the sale？〃
〃Yes；〃 Father Sandru said； his tone weary now； as though the whole subject had suddenly lost all trace of pleasure for him。 〃I'm agreeing。〃 〃Good。 I'm delighted。〃
Zeffer returned through the maze of furniture to the door； where the priest stood。 He extended his hand。 〃It's been wonderful dealing with you； Father Sandru。〃
Sandru looked down on the proffered hand； and then…after a moment of study…took it。 His fingers were cold； his palm clammy。 〃Do you want to stay and look at what you've bought？〃
〃No。 I don't think so。 I think we both need a little sun on our faces。〃 Sandru said nothing to this； he just turned and led the way out along the corridor to the stairs。 But the expression on his face； as he turned； was perfectly clear： there was no more pleasure to be found above as there was down here in the cold； nor prospect of any。
THREE
There were ten thousand things Zeffer had not witnessed； or even glimpsed； in his brief visit to the vast； mysterious chambers in the Fortress's bowels； images haunting the
