cb.imajica1-第61章
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； she had bee a conspirator。 There was no way back after this； to the pany she'd kept and the life she'd known； she belonged to the secret； every bit as much as the secret belonged to her。
That of itself would be no great loss if Godolphin returned。 He would help her find her way through the mysteries。 If he didn't return； the consequences were less palatable。 To be obliged to keep Dowd's pany； simply because they were fellow marginals； would be unbearable。 She would surely wither and die。 But then if Godolphin was not in her life； what could that matter？ From ecstasy to despair in the space of an hour。 Was it too much to hope the pendulum would swing back the other way before the day was out？
The chill was adding to her misery； and…having no other source of warmth…she went over to the pyre； preparing to retreat if the scent or the sight was too offensive。 But the smoke； which she'd expected to smell of burning meat； was almost aromatic； and the forms in the fire unrecognizable。 Dowd offered her a cigarette； which she accepted； lighting it from a branch plucked from the edge of the fire。
〃What were they？〃 she asked him； eyeing the remains。
〃You've never heard of voiders？〃 he said。 〃They're the lowest of the low。 I brought them through from the In Ovo myself； and I'm no Maestro； so that…gives an idea of how gullible they are。〃
〃When it smelled the wind…〃
〃Yes； that was rather touching； wasn't it？〃 Dowd said。 〃It smelled Yzordderrex。〃
〃Maybe it was born there。〃
〃Very possibly。 I've heard it said they're made of collective desire； but that's not true。 They're revenge children。 Got on women who were working the Way for themselves。〃
〃Working the Way isn't good？〃
〃Not for your sex； it isn't。 It's strictly forbidden。〃
〃So somebody who breaks the law's made pregnant as revenge？〃
〃Exactly。 You can't abort voiders； you see。 They're stupid； but they fight； even in the womb。 And killing something you gave birth to is strictly against the women's codes。 So they pay to have the voiders thrown into the In Ovo。 They can survive there longer than just about anything。 They feed on whatever they can find； including each other。 And eventually； if they're lucky； they get summoned by someone in this Dominion。〃
So much to learn； she thought。 Perhaps she should cultivate Dowd's friendship； however charmless he was。 He seemed to enjoy parading his knowledge； and the more she knew the better prepared she'd be when she finally stepped through the door into Yzordderrex。 She was about to ask him something more about the city when a gust of wind； blowing from out of the chapel； threw a flurry of sparks up between them。
〃They're ing back；〃 she said； and started towards the building。
〃Be careful；〃 Dowd said。 〃You don't know it's them。〃
His warning went unheeded。 She went to the door at a run； and reached it as the spicy summer wind died away。 The interior of the chapel was gloomy； but she could see a single figure standing in the middle of the mosaic。 It staggered towards her； its breathing ragged。 The light from the fire caught it as it came within two yards of her。 Jt was Oscar Godolphin； his hand up to his bleeding nose。 〃That bastard；〃 he said。 〃Where is he？〃
〃Dead；〃 he said plainly。 〃I had to do it； Judith。 He was crazy。 God alone knows what he might have said or done。 。 。。〃 He put his arm towards her； 〃Will you help me？ He damn near broke my nose。〃
〃I'll take him；〃 Dowd said possessively。 He stepped past her； fetching a handkerchief from his pocket to put to Oscar's nose。 It was waved away。
〃I'll survive；〃 Oscar said。 〃Let's just get home。〃 They were out of the chapel now； and Oscar was eyeing the fire。 〃The voiders；〃 Dowd explained。 Oscar threw a glance at Judith； 〃He made you pyre…watch with him？〃 he said。 〃I'm so sorry。〃 He looked back at Dowd； pained。 'That's no way to treat a lady；〃 he said。 〃We're going to have to do better in future。〃 〃What do you mean？〃
〃She's ing to live with us。 Aren't you； Judith？〃 She hesitated a shamelessly short time； then she said； 〃Yes； I am。〃
Satisfied； he went over to look at the pyre。
〃e back tomorrow；〃 she heard him tell Dowd。 〃Scatter the ashes and bury the bones。 I've got a little prayer book Peccable gave me。 We'll find something appropriate in there。〃
While he spoke she stared into the murk of the chapel； trying to imagine the journey that had been taken from here； and the city at the other end from which that tantalizing wind had blown。 She would be there one day。 She'd lost a husband in pursuit of passage； but from her present perspective that seemed like a negligible loss。 There was a new order of feeling in her； founded at the sight of Oscar Godolphin。 She didn't yet know what he would e to mean to her； but perhaps she could persuade him to take her away with him； someday soon。
Eager as she was to create in her mind's eye the mysteries that lay beyond the veil of the Fifth； Jude's imagination； for all its fever； could never have conjured the reality of that journey。 Inspired by a few clues from Dowd； she had imagined the In Ovo as a kind of wasteland； where voiders hung like drowned men in deep…sea trenches； and creatures the sun would never see crawled towards her； their paths lit by their own sickly luminescence。 But the inhabitants of the In Ovo beggared the bizarreness of any ocean floor。 They had forms and appetites that no book had ever set down。 They had rages and frustrations that were centuries old。
And the scenes she'd imagined awaiting her on the other side of that prison were also very different from those she'd created。 If she'd traveled on the Yzordderrexian Express she'd would not have been delivered into the middle of a summer city but into a dampish cellar； lined with the merchant Peccable's forbidden cache of charms and petrifi…cations。 In order to reach the open air； she would have had to climb the stairs and pass through the house itself。 Once she'd reached the street； she'd have found some of her expectations satisfied at least。 The air was warm and spicy there； and the sky was bright。 But it was not a sun that blazed overhead； it was a et； trailing its glory across the Second Dominion。 And if she stared at it a moment； then looked down at the street； she'd have found its reflection glittering in a pool of blood。 Here was the spot where the brawl between Oscar and Charlie had ended； and where the defeated brother had been left。
He had not remained there for very long。 News of a man dressed in foreign garb and dumped in the gutter had soon spread； and before the last of his blood had drained from his body three individuals never before seen in this Kespa…rate had e to claim him。 They were Dearthers； to judge by their tattoos； and had Jude been standing on Peccable's step watching the scene； she would have been touched to see how reverently they treated their burden as they spirited it away。 How they smiled down at that bruised and lolling face。 How one of them wept。 She might also have noticed…though in the flurry of the street this detail might have escaped her eye…that though the defeated man lay quite still in the cradle his bearers made of their limbs； his eyes closed； his arms trailing until they were folded across his chest； said chest was not entirely motionless。
Charles Estabrook； abandoned for dead in the filth of Yzordderrex； left its streets with enough health in his body to be dubbed a loser； not a corpse。
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The days following Pie and Gentle's second departure from Beatrix seemed to shorten as they climbed； supporting the suspicion that the nights in the Jokalaylau were longer than those in the lowlands。 It was impossible to confirm that this was so； because their two timekeepers…Gentle's beard and Pie's bowels…became increasingly unreliable as they climbed； the former because Gentle ceased to shave； the latter because the travelers' desire to eat； and thus their need to defecate； dwindled the higher they went。 Far from inspiring appetite； the rarefied air became a feast in itself； and they traveled for hour upon hour without their thoughts once turning to physical need。 They had each other's pany； of course； to keep them from pletely forgetting their bodies and their purpose； but more
