dk.coldfire-第15部分

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　〃You　don't　know？〃　〃But　I　will　when　I　get　there。〃　
　Father　Geary　stared　at　him　for　a　long　time。　At　last　he　said；　〃Jim；　you're　the　strangest　man　I've　ever　known。〃　
　Jim　nodded。　〃I'm　the　strangest　man　I've　ever　known。〃　
　When　they　set　out　from　the　rectory　in　the　priest's　six…year…old　Toyota；　an　hour　of　light　remained　in　the　long　August　day；　although　the　sun　was　hidden　behind　clouds　the　color　of　fresh　bruises。　
　They　had　been　on　the　road　only　half　an　hour　when　lightning　shattered　the　bleak　sky　and　danced　on　jagged　legs　across　the　somber　desert　horizon。　
　Flash　after　flash　erupted；　sharper　and　brighter　in　the　pure　Mojave　air　than　Jim　had　ever　seen　lightning　elsewhere。　Ten　minutes　later；　the　sky　grew　darker　and　lower；　and　rain　fell　in　silvery　cataracts　the　equal　of　anything　that　Noah　had　witnessed　while　hurrying　to　plete　his　ark。　
　〃Summer　storms　are　rare　here；〃　Father　Geary　said；　switching　on　the　windshield　wipers。　
　〃We　can't　let　it　delay　us；〃　Jim　said　worriedly。　
　〃I'll　get　you　there；〃　the　priest　assured　him。　
　〃There　can't　be　that　many　flights　east　from　Vegas　at　night。　They'd　mostly　leave　during　the　day。　I　can't　miss　out　and　wait　till　morning。　
　I've　got　to　be　in　Boston　tomorrow〃　The　parched　sand　soaked　up　the　deluge。　But　some　areas　were　rocky　or　hard…packed　from　months　of　blistering　sun；　and　in　those　places　the　water　spilled　off　slopes；　forming　rivulets　in　every　shallow　declivity。　Rivulets　became　streams；　and　streams　grew　swiftly　into　rivers；　until　every　bridged　arroyo　they　passed　over　was　soon　filled　with　roiling；　churning　torrents　on　which　were　borne　clumps　of　uprooted　desert　bunch…grass；　fragments　of　dead　tumbleweed；　driftwood；　and　dirty　white　foam。　
　Father　Geary　had　two　favorite　cassette　tapes；　which　he　kept　in　the　car：　a　collection　of　rock…'n'…roll　golden　oldies；　and　an　Elton　John　best…of　He　put　on　Elton。　They　moved　through　the　storm…hammered　day　then　through　the　rainswept　night　to　the　melodies　of　〃Funeral　for　a　Friend；〃　〃Daniel；〃　and　〃Benny　and　the　Jets。〃　
　The　blacktop　glimmered　with　quicksilver　puddles。　To　Jim；　it　was　eerie　that　the　water　mirages　on　the　highway　a　few　days　ago　had　now　bee　real。　
　He　grew　more　tense　by　the　minute。　Boston　called　to　him；　but　it　was　far　away；　and　few　things　were　darker　or　more　treacherous　than　a　blacktop　highway　through　a　storm…wracked　desert　at　night。　Unless；　perhaps；　the　human　heart。　
　The　priest　hunched　over　the　wheel　as　he　drove。　He　studied　the　highway　intently　while　singing　along　softly　with　Elton。　
　After　a　while　Jim　said；　〃Father；　wasn't　there　a　doctor　in　town？〃　〃Yes。〃　
　〃But　you　didn't　call　him。〃　
　〃I　got　the　cortisone　prescription　from　him。〃　
　〃I　saw　the　tube。　It　was　a　prescription　for　you；　made　out　three　months　ago。〃　
　〃Well。　。　。　I've　seen　sunstroke　before。　I　knew　I　could　treat　you。〃　
　〃But　you　seemed　awfully　worried　there　at　first。〃　
　The　priest　was　silent　for　a　few　miles。　Then　he　said；　〃I　don't　know　who　you　are；　where　you　e　from；　or　why　you　really　need　to　get　to　Boston。　
　But　I　do　know　you're　a　man　in　trouble；　maybe　deep　trouble；　as　deep　as　it　ever　gets。　And　I　know。　。　。　at　least；　I　think　I　know　that　you're　a　good　man　at　heart。　Anyway；　it　seemed　to　me　that　a　man　in　trouble　would　want　to　keep　a　low　profile。〃　
　〃Thanks。　I　do。〃　
　A　couple　of　miles　farther；　the　rain　came　down　hard　enough　to　overwhelm　the　windshield　wipers　and　force　Geary　to　reduce　speed。　
　The　priest　said；　〃You're　the　one　who　saved　that　woman　and　her　little　girl。〃　
　Jim　tensed　but　did　not　respond。　
　〃You　fit　the　description　on　TV；〃　the　priest　said。　
　They　were　silent　for　a　few　more　miles。　
　Father　Geary　said；　〃I'm　not　a　sucker　for　miracles。〃　
　Jim　was　baffled　by　that　statement。　
　Father　Geary　switched　off　Elton　John。　The　only　sounds　were　the　swish　bum　of　the　tires　on　the　wet　pavement　and　the　metronomic　thump　of　the　windshield　wipers。　
　〃I　believe　that　the　miracles　of　the　Bible　happened；　yes；　I　accept　all　of　that　as　real　history；〃　the　priest　said；　keeping　his　eyes　on　the　road。　
　〃But　I'm　reluctant　to　believe　that　some　statue　of　the　Holy　Mother　wept　real　tears　in　a　church　in　Cincinnati　or　Peoria　or　Teaneck　last　week　after　the　Wednesday…night　bingo　games；　witnessed　only　by　two　teenagers　and　the　parish　cleaning　lady。　And　I'm　not　ready　to　believe　that　a　shadow　resembling　Jesus；　cast　on　someone's　garage　wall　by　a　yellow　bug　light；　is　a　sign　of　impending　apocalypse。　God　works　in　mysterious　ways；　but　not　with　bug　lights　and　garage　walls。〃　
　The　priest　fell　silent　again；　and　Jim　waited；　wondering　where　all　this　was　leading。　
　〃When　I　found　you　in　the　church；　lying　by　the　sanctuary　railing；〃　Geary　said　in　a　voice　that　grew　more　haunted　word　by　word；　〃you　were　marked　by　the　stigmata　of　Christ。　There　was　a　nail　hole　in　each　of　your　hands…〃　Jim　looked　at　his　hands　and　saw　no　wounds。　
　〃…and　your　forehead　was　scratched　and　prickled　with　what　might　have　been　punctures　from　a　crown　of　thorns。〃　
　His　face　was　still　such　a　mess　from　the　punishment　of　sun　and　wind　that　it　was　no　use　searching　in　the　rearview　mirror　for　the　minor　injuries　the　priest　had　described。　
　Geary　said；　〃I　was。　。　。　frightened；　I　guess。　But　fascinated；　too。〃　
　They　came　to　a　forty…foot…long　concrete　bridge　at　an　arroyo　where　the　runoff　had　overflowed　the　banks。　A　dark　lake　had　formed　and　risen　above　the　edge　of　the　elevated　roadbed。　Geary　bulled　forward。　Plumes　of　water；　reflecting　the　car's　lights；　unfurled　on　both　sides　like　great　white　wings。　
　〃I'd　never　seen　stigmata；〃　Geary　continued　when　they　were　out　of　the　flooded　area；　〃though　I'd　heard　of　the　phenomenon。　I　pulled　up　your　shirt。　。　。　looked　at　your　side。　。　。　and　found　the　enflamed　scar　of　what　might　have　been　a　spear　wound。〃　
　The　events　of　recent　months　had　been　so　filled　with　surprises　and　amazements　that　the　threshold　on　Jim's　sense　of　wonder　had　been　raised　repeatedly。　But　the　priest's　story　leaped　across　it；　got　to　him；　and　sent　a　chill　of　awe　along　his　spine。　
　Geary's　voice　had　fallen　to　little　more　than　a　whisper。　〃By　the　time　I　got　you　back　to　the　rectory　and　into　bed；　those　signs　were　gone。　
　But　I　knew　I　hadn't　imagined　them。　I'd　seen　them；　they'd　been　real；　and　I　knew　there　was　something　special　about　you。〃　
　The　lightning　had　fizzled　out　long　ago；　the　black　sky　was　no　longer　adorned　by　bright；　jagged　necklaces　of　electricity。　Now　the　rain　began　to　abate；　as　well；　and　Father　Geary　was　able　to　reduce　the　speed　of　the　windshield　wipers　even　as　he　increased　that　of　the　aging　Toyota。　
　For　a　while　neither　of　them　seemed　to　know　what　to　say。　Finally　the　priest　cleared　his　throat。　〃Have　you　experienced　this　beforethese　stigmata？〃　〃No。　Not　that　I'm　aware　of　But　then；　of　course；　I　wasn't　aware　this　time　until　you　told　me。〃　
　〃You　didn't　notice　the　marks　on　your　hands　before　you　passed　out　at　the　sanctuary　railing？〃　〃No。〃　
　〃But　this　isn't　the　only　unusual　thing　that's　been　happening　to　you　lately。〃　
　Jim's　soft　laugh　was　wrenched　from　him　less　by　amusement　than　by　a　sense　of　dark　irony。　〃Definitely　not　the　only　unusual　thing。〃　
　〃Do　you　want　to　tell　me？〃　Jim　thought　about　it　awhile　before　replying。　〃Yes；　but　I　can't。〃　
　〃I'm　a　priest。　I　respect　all　confidences。　Even　the　police　have　no　power　over　me。〃　
　〃Oh；　I　trust　you；　Father。　And　I'm　not　particularly　worried　about　the　police。〃　
　〃Then？〃　〃If　I　tell　you。　。　。　the　enemy　will　e；〃　Jim　said；　and　frowned　as　he　heard　himself　speaking　those　words。　The　statement　seemed　to　have　e　through　him　rather　than　from　him。　
　〃What　enemy？〃　He　stared　out　at　the　vast；　lightless　expanse　of　desert。　〃I　don't　know。〃　
　〃The　enemy　you　spoke　of　in　your　sleep　last　night？〃　〃Maybe。〃　
　〃You　said　it　would　kill　us　all。〃　
　〃And　it　will。〃　He　went　on；　perhaps　even　more　interested　in　what　he　said　than　the　priest　was；　for　he　had　no　idea　what　words　he　would　speak　until　he　heard　them。　〃If　it　finds　out　about　me；　if　it　discovers　that　I'm　saving　lives；　special　lives；　then　it'll　e　to　stop　me。〃　
　The　priest　glanced　at　him。　〃Special　lives？　Exactly　what　do　you　mean　by　that？〃　〃I　don't　know。〃　
　if　you　tell　me　about　yourself；　I'll　never　repeat　to　another　soul　a　word　of　what　you　say。　So　whatever　this　enemy　is…how　could　it　find　out　about　you　just　because　you　confide　in　me？〃　〃I　don't　know。〃　
　〃Y