cb.imajica1-第79章
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runtlement that it was no longer sure of its whereabouts。 Then； a little noise of pleasure； as it caught sight of a distant structure。
〃That's the temple。〃 Pie pointed to a monolith some miles from where they stood。 It was unlit and seemed forsaken； the ground in its vicinity leveled。 〃Scopique had that view from his toilet window； I remember。 On fine days he said he used to throw open the window and contemplate and defecate simultaneously。〃
Smiling at the memory； the mystif turned its back on the sight。
〃The bathroom faced the temple； and there were no more streets between the house and the temple。 It was mon land； for the pilgrims to pitch their tents。〃
〃So we're walking in the right direction；〃 Gentle said。 〃We just need the last street on our right。〃
〃That seems logical；〃 Pie said。 〃I was beginning to doubt my memory。〃
They didn't have much farther to look。 Two more blocks； and the rubble…strewn streets came to an abrupt end。
〃This is it。〃
There was no triumph in Pie's voice； which was not surprising； given the scene of devastation before them。 While it was time that had undone the splendor of the streets they'd passed through； this last had been prey to more systematic assault。 Fires had been set in several of the houses。 Others looked as though they'd been used for target practice by a Panzer division。
〃Somebody got here before us；〃 Gentle said。
〃So it seems；〃 Pie replied。 〃I must say I'm not altogether surprised。〃
〃So why the hell did you bring us here？〃
〃I had to see for myself；〃 Pie said。 〃Don't worry； the trail doesn't end here。 He'll have left a message。〃
Gentle didn't remark on how unlikely he thought this； but followed the mystif along the street until it stopped in front of a building that； while not reduced to a heap of blackened stones； looked ready to succumb。 Fire had eaten out its eyes； and the once…fine door had been replaced with partially rotted timbers； all this illuminated not by lamplight （the street had none） but by a scattering of stars。
〃Better you stay out here；〃 Pie 'oh' pah said。 〃Scopique may have left defenses。〃
〃Like what？〃
〃The Unbeheld isn't the only one who can conjure guardians；〃 Pie replied。 〃Please； Gentle 。 。 。 I'd prefer to do this alone。〃
Gentle shrugged。 〃Do as you wish；〃 he said。 Then； as an afterthought； 〃You usually do。〃
He watched Pie climb the debris…covered steps； pull several of the timbers off the door； and slip out of sight。 Rather than wait at the threshold； Gentle wandered farther along the row to get another view of the temple； musing as he went that this Dominion； like the Fourth； had confounded not only his expectations but those of Pie as well。 The safe haven of Vanaeph had almost seen their execution； while the murderous wastes of the mountains had offered resurrections。 And now L'Himby； a sometime city of meditation； reduced to gaud and rubble。 What next？ He wondered。 Would they arrive in Yzordderrex only to find it had spurned its reputation as the Babylon of the Dominions and bee a New Jerusalem？
He stared across at the shadowy temple； his mind straying back to a subject that had occupied him several times on their journey through the Third： how best to address the challenge of making a map of the Dominions； so that when they finally returned to the Fifth Dominion he could give his friends some sense of how the lands lay。 They'd traveled on all kinds of roads； from the Patashoquan Highway to the dirt tracks between Happi and Mai…ke； they'd wound through verdant valleys and scaled heights where even the hardiest moss would perish； they'd had the luxury of chariots and the loyalty of doeki； they'd sweated and frozen and gone dreamily； like poets into some place of fancy； doubting their senses and themselves。 All this needed setting down： the routes； the cities； the ranges； and the plains all needed laying in two dimensions； to be pored over at leisure。 In time； he thought； putting the challenge off yet again； in time。
He looked back towards Scopique's house。 There was no sign of Pie emerging； and he began to wonder if some harm had befallen the mystif inside。 He walked back to the steps； climbed them； and…feeling a little guilty…slid through the gap between the timbers。 The starlight had more difficulty getting in than he did； and his blindness put a chill in him； bringing to mind the measureless darkness of the ice cathedral。 On that occasion the mystif had been behind him； this time； in front。 He waited a few seconds at the door； until his eyes began to make out the interior。 It was a narrow house； full of narrow places； but there was a voice in its depths； barely above a whisper； which he pursued； stumbling through the murk。 After only a few paces he realized it was not Pie speaking but someone hoarse and panicked。 Scopique； perhaps； still taking refuge in the ruins？
A glimmer of light； no brighter than the dimmest star； led him to a door through which he had sight of the speaker。 Pie was standing in the middle of the blackened room； turned from Gentle。 Over the mystif s shoulder Gentle saw the light's fading source： a shape hanging in the air； like a web woven by a spider that aspired to portraiture； and held aloft by the merest breeze。 Its motion was not arbitrary； however。 The gossamer face opened its mouth and whispered its wisdom。
〃…no better proof than in these cataclysms。 We must hold to that； my friend； hold to it and pray。 。 。 no； better not pray。 。 。 I doubt every God now； especially the Aboriginal。 If the children are any measure of the Father； then He's no lover of justice or goodness。〃
〃Children？〃 said Gentle。
The breath the word came upon seemed to flutter in the threads。 The face grew long； the mouth tearing。
The mystif glanced behind and shook its head to silence the trespasser。 Scopique…for this was surely his message… was talking again。
〃Believe me when I say we know only the tenth part of a tenth part of the plots laid in this。 Long before the Reconciliation； forces were at work to undo it； that's my firm belief。 And it's reasonable to assume that those forces have not perished。 They're working in this Dominion； and the Dominion from which you've e。 They strategize not in terms of decades； but centuries； just as we've had to。 And they've buried their agents deeply。 Trust nobody； Pie 'oh' pah； not even yourself。 Their plots go back before we were born。 We could either one of us have been conceived to serve them in some oblique fashion and not know it。 They're ing for me very soon； probably with voiders。 If I'm dead you'll know it。 If I can convince them I'm just a harmless lunatic； they'll take me off to the Cradle； put me in the maison de sante。 Find me there； Pie 'oh' pah。 Or if you have more pressing business； then forget me； I won't blame you。 But； friend； whether you e for me or not； know that when I think of you I still smile； and in these days that is the rarest fort。〃
Even before he'd finished speaking the gossamer was losing its power to capture his likeness； the features softening； the form sinking in upon itself； until； by the time the last of his message had been uttered； there was little left for it to do but flutter to the ground。
The mystif went down on its haunches and ran its fingers through the inert threads。 〃Scopique；〃 it murmured。
〃What's the cradle he talked about？〃
〃The Cradle of Chzercemit。 It's an inland sea； two or three days' journey from here。〃
〃You've been there？〃
〃No。 It's a place of exile。 There's an island in the Cradle which was used as a prison。 Mostly for criminals who'd mitted atrocities but were too dangerous to execute。〃
〃I don't follow that。〃
〃Ask me another time。 The point is； it sounds like it's been turned into an asylum。〃 Pie stood up。 〃Poor Scopique。 He always had a terror of insanity…〃
〃I know the feeling；〃 Gentle remarked。
〃…and now they've put him in a madhouse。〃
〃So we must get him out；〃 Gentle said very simply。
He couldn't see Pie's expression； but he saw the mystifs hands go up to its face and heard a sob from behind its palms。
〃Hey；〃 Gentle said softly； embracing Pie。 〃We'll find him。 I know I shouldn't have e spying like that； but I thought maybe something had happened to you。〃
〃At lea
