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Gentle dreamed that the wind grew harsher and brought snow down off the peaks； fresh minted。 He nevertheless rose from the relative fort of his place beside the ashes； and took off his coat and shirt； took off his boots and socks； took off his trousers and underwear； and naked walked down the narrow corridor of rock； past the sleeping doeki； to face the blast。 Even in dreams； the wind threatened to freeze his marrow； but he had his sights set on the glacier； and he had to go to it in all humility； bare…loined； barebacked； to show due respect for those souls who suffered there。 They had endured centuries of pain； the crime against them unrevenged。 Beside theirs； his suffering was a minor thing。
There was sufficient light in the wide sky to show him his way； but the wastes seemed endless； and the gusts worsened as he went； several times throwing him over into the snow。 His muscles cramped and his breath shortened； ing from between his numbed lips in hard； small clouds。 He wanted to weep for the pain of it； but the tears crystallized on the ledge of his eye and would not fall。
Twice he stopped； because he sensed that there was something more than snow on the storm's back。 He remembered Pie's talk of agents left in this wilderness to guard the murder site and； though he was only dreaming and knew it； he was still afraid。 If these entities were charged to keep witnesses from the glacier； they would not simply drive the wakeful off but the sleeping too； and those who came as he came； in reverence； would earn their special ire。 He studied the spattered air； looking for some sign of them； and once thought he glimpsed a form overhead that would have been invisible but that it displaced the snow： an eel's body with a tiny ball of a head。 But it was e and gone loo quickly for him to be certain he'd even seen it。
The glacier was in sight； however； and his will drove his limbs to motion； until he was standing at its edge。 He raised his hands to his face and wiped the snow from his cheeks and forehead； then stepped onto the ice。 The women gazed up at him as they had when he'd stood here with Pie 'oh' pah； but now； through the dust of snow blowing across the ice； they saw him naked； his manhood shrunk； his body trembling； on his face and lips a question he had half an answer to。 Why； if this was indeed the work of Hapexamen…dios； had the Unbeheld； with all His powers of destruction； not obliterated every last sign of His victims？ Was it because they were women or； more particularly； women of power？ Had He brought them to ruin as best He could… overturning their altars and unseating their temples…but at the last been unable to wipe them away？ And if so； was this ice a grave or merely a prison？
He dropped to his knees and laid his palms on the glacier。 This time he definitely heard a sound in the wind； a raw howl somewhere overhead。 The invisibles had entertained his dreaming presence long enough。 They saw his purpose and were circling in preparation for descent。 He blew against his palm and made a fist before the breath could slip； then raised his arm and slammed his hand
against the ice； opening it as he did so。
The pneuma went off like a thunderclap。 Before the
tremors had died he snatched a second breath and broke it
gainst the ice； then a third and fourth in quick succession；
striking the steely surface so hard that had the pneuma not
cushioned the blow he'd have broken every bone from
wrist to fingertip。 But his efforts had effect。 There were
hairline cracks spreading from the point of impact。
Encouraged； he began a second round of blows； but he'd delivered only three when he felt something take hold of his hair； wrenching his head back。 A second grip instantly seized his raised arm。 He had time to feel the ice splintering beneath his legs； then he was hauled up off the glacier by wrist and hair。 He struggled against the claim； knowing that if his assaulters carried him too high death was assured； they'd either tear him apart in the clouds or simply drop him。 The hold on his head was the less secure of the two； and his gyrations were sufficient to slip it； though blood ran
down his brow。
Freed； he looked up at the entities。 There were two； six feet long； their bodies scantily； fleshed spines sprouting innumerable ribs； their limbs twelvefold and bereft of bone； their heads vestigial。 Only their motion had beauty： a sinuous knotting and unknotting。 He reached up and snatched at the closer of the two heads。 Though it had no discernible features； it looked tender； and his hand had sufficient echo of the pneumas it had discharged to do harm。 He dug his fingers into the flesh of the thing； and it instantly began to writhe； coiling its length around its panion for support； its limbs flailing wildly。 He twisted his body to the left and right； the motion violent enough to wrench him free。 Then he fell； a mere six feet but hard； onto slivered ice。 The breath went from him as the pain came。 He had time to see the agents descending upon him； but none in which to escape。 Waking or sleeping； this was the end of him； he knew； death by these limbs had jurisdiction in both states。
But before they could find his flesh； and blind him； and unman him； he felt the shattered glacier beneath him shudder； and with a roar it rose； throwing him off its back into the snow。 Shards pelted down upon him； but he peered up through their hail to see that the women were emerging from their graves； clothed in ice。 He hauled himself to his feet as the tremors increased； the din of this unshackling echoing off the mountains。 Then he turned and ran。
The storm was discreet and quickly drew its veil over the resurrection； so that he fled not knowing how the events he'd begun had finished。 Certainly the agents of Hapexa…mendios made no pursuit； or； if they did； they failed to find him。 Their absence forted him only a little。 His adventures had done him harm； and the distance he had to cover to get back to the camp was substantial。 His run soon deteriorated into stumbling and staggering； blood marking his route。 It was time to be done with this dream of endurance； he thought； and open his eyes； to roll over and put his arms around Pie 'oh' pah； to kiss the mystif's cheek and share this vision with it。 But his thoughts were too confounded to take hold of wakefulness long enough for him to rouse himself； and he dared not He down in the snow in case a dreamed death came to him before morning woke him。 All he could do was push himself on； weaker by the step； putting out of his head the possibility that he'd lost his way and that the camp didn't lie ahead but off in another direction entirely。
He was looking down at his feet when he heard the shout； and his first instinct was to peer up into the snow above him； expecting one of the Unbeheld's creatures。 But before his eyes reached his zenith they found the shape approaching him from his left。 He stopped and studied the figure。 It was shaggy and hooded； but its arms were outspread in invitation。 He didn't waste what little energy he had calling Pie's name。 He simply changed his direction and headed towards the mystif as it came to meet him。 It was the faster of the two； and as it came it shrugged off its coat and held it open； so that he fell into its luxury。 He couldn't feel it； indeed he could feel little； except relief。 Borne up by the mystif he let all conscious thought go； the rest of the journey being a blur of snow and snow； and Pie's voice sometimes； at his side； telling him that it would
be over soon。
〃Am I awake？〃 He opened his eyes and sat up； grasping hold of Pie's coat to do so。 〃Am I awake？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Thank God！ Thank God！ I thought I was going to
freeze to death。〃
He let his head sink back。 The fire was burning； fed with fur； and he could feel its warmth on his face and body。 It took a few seconds to realize the significance of this。 Then he sat up again and realized he was naked； naked and covered with cuts。
〃I'm not awake；〃 he said。 〃Shit！ I'm not awake！〃
Pie took the pot of herders' brew from the fire； and
poured a cup。
〃You didn't dream it；〃 the mystif said。 It handed the cup over to Gentle。 〃You went to the glacier； and yo
