cb.imajica2-第103部分
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around him like a shredded coat； its particles etching the glories of the Third in its folds。 The Cradle was there。 So were the temples at L'Himby； so was the Lenten Way。 There was even a glimpse of the railroad track； the smoke of its lootive rising to add its murk to the storm。：
Then Athanasius； dressed in a clout of dirty cloth and carrying in his bleeding hands a perfect representation of Yzordderrex； from the causeway to the desert； from the harbor to Ipse； The ocean ran from his wounded flank； and the crown of thorns he wore was blossoming； throwing petals of rainbow light down upon all he bore。 Finally； there was Chicka Jackeen； here in lightning； the way he'd looked two hundred midsummers before。 He'd been weeping； then； and waxen with fright。 But now the storm was his possession； not his scourge； and the arcs of fire that leapt between his fingers were a geometry； austere and beautiful； that solved the mystery of the First； and in unveiling it made perfection the new enigma。
Inventing them this way； Gentle wondered if they in turn were inventing him； or whether his painter's hunger to see was an irrelevancy to them； and what they imagined； knowing he was with them； was a body subtler than any sight。 It would be better that way； he supposed； and with time he'd learn to rise out of his literalisms； just as he'd shrug off the self that wore his name。 He had no attachment to this Gentle left； nor to the tale that hung behind。 It was tragedy； that self； any self。 It was a marriage made with loss； and had he not wanted one last glimpse of Pie 'oh' pah； he might have prayed that his reward for Reconciliation would be this state in perpetuity。
He knew that wasn't plausible； of course。 The Ana's sanctuary existed for only a brief time； and while it did so it had more ecumenical business than nurturing a single soul。 The Maestros had served their purpose in bringing the Dominions into this sacred space； and would soon be redundant。 They would return to their circles； leaving Dominion to meld with Dominion； and in so doing drive the In Ovo back like a malignant sea。 What would happen then was a matter of conjecture。 He doubted there'd be an instant of revelation…all the nations of the Fifth waking to their unfettered state in the same moment。 It would most likely be slow； the work of years。 Rumors at first； that bridges wreathed in fogs could be found by those eager enough to look。 Then the rumors being certainties； and the bridges being causeways； and the fogs great clouds； until； in a generation or two； children were born who knew without being taught that the species had five Dominions to explore and would one day discover its own Godhood in its wanderings。 But the time it took to reach that blessed day was unimportant。 The moment the first bridge； however small； was forged； the Imajica was whole； and at that moment every soul in the Dominion； from cradle to deathbed； would be healed in some tiny part and take their next breath lighter for the fact。
Jude waited in the hall long enough to be sure that Monday wasn't dead； then she headed towards the stairs。 The currents which had induced such disforts were no longer circling in the system of the house： sure sign that some new phase of the working…possibly its last…was under way above。 Clem joined her at the bottom of the stairs； armed with another two of Monday's homemade bludgeons。
〃How many of these creatures are there out there？〃 he demanded。
〃Maybe half a dozen。〃
〃You'll have to watch the back door then；〃 he said； thrusting one of the weapons at Jude。
〃You use it；〃 she said； 'pressing past him。 〃Keep them out for as long as you can。〃
〃Where are you going？〃
〃To stop Gentle。〃
〃Stop him？ In God's name； why？〃
〃Because Dowd was right。 If he pletes the Reconciliation we're dead。〃
He cast the bludgeons aside and took hold of her。 〃No； Judy；〃 he said。 〃You know I can't let you do that。〃
It wasn't just Clem speaking； but Tay as well： two voices and a single utterance。 It was more distressing than anything she'd heard or seen outside； to have this mand issue from a face she loved。 But she kept her calm。
〃Let go of me；〃 she said； reaching for the banister to haul herself up the stairs。
〃He's twisted your mind； Judy；〃 the angels said。 〃You don't know what you're doing。〃
〃I know damn well；〃 she said； and fought to wrest herself free。
But Clem's arms； despite their blistering； were unyielding。 She looked for some help from Monday； but he and Hoi…Polloi had their backs to the door； against which the gek…a…gek were beating their massive limbs。 Stout as the timbers were； they'd splinter soon。 She had to get to Gentle before the beasts got in； or it was all over。
And then； above the din of assault； came a voice she'd only heard raised once before。
〃Let her go。〃
Celestine had emerged from her bedroom； draped in a sheet。 The candlelight shook all around her； but she was steady； her gaze mesmeric。 The angels looked around at her； Clem's hands still holding Jude fast。
〃She wants to…〃
〃I know what she wants to do；〃 Celestine said。 〃If you're our guardians； guard us now。 Let her go。〃
Jude felt doubt loosen the hold on her。 She didn't give the angels time to change their mind； but dragged herself free and started up the stairs again。 Halfway up； she heard。a shout and glanced down to see both Hoi…Polloi and Monday thrown forward as the door's middle panel broke and a prodigious limb reached through to snatch at the air。
〃Go on！〃 Celestine yelled up to her； and Jude returned to her ascent as the woman stepped onto the bottom stair to guard the way。
Though there was far less light above than below； the details of the physical world became more insistent as she climbed。 The flight beneath her bare feet was suddenly a wonderland of grains and knotholes； its geography entrancing。 Nor was it simply her sight that filled to brimming。 The banister beneath her hand was more alluring than silk； the scent of sap and the taste of dust begged to be sniffed and savored。 Defying these distractions； she fixed her attention on the door ahead； holding her breath and removing her hand from the banister to minimize the sources of sensation。 Even so； she was assailed。 The creaks of the stairs were rich enough to be orchestrated。 The shadows around the door had nuances to parade and called for her devotion。 But she had a rod at her back： the motion from below。 It was getting louder all the time； and now…cutting through the shouts and roars…came the sound of Sartori's voice。
〃Where are you going； love？〃 he asked her。 〃You can't leave me。 I won't let you。 Look！ Love？ Look！ I've brought the knives。〃
She didn't turn to see； but closed her eyes and stopped her ears with her hands； stumbling up the rest of the stairs blind and deaf。 Only when her toes were no longer stubbed； and she knew she was at the top； did she dare the sight again。 The seductions began again； instantly。 Every nick in every nail of the door said； Stop and study me。 The dust rising around her was a constellation she could have lost herself in forever。 She pitched herself through it； with her gaze glued to the door handle； and clasped it so hard the disfort canceled the beguilings long enough for her to turn it and throw the door open。 Behind her Sartori was calling again； but this time his voice was slurred； as though he was distracted by profusion。
In front of her was his mirror image； naked at the center of the stones。 He sat in the universal posture of the meditator： legs crossed； eyes closed； hands laid palms out in his lap to catch whatever blessings were bestowed。 Though there was much in the room to call her attention…mantelpiece； window； boards； and rafters…their sum of enticements； vast as it was； could not pete with the glory of human nakedness； and this nakedness； that she'd loved and lain beside； more than any other。 Neither the blandishments of the 。； walls…their stained plaster like a map of some unknown country…nor the persuasions of the crushed leaves at the ^ sill could distract her now。 Her senses were fixed on the ： Reconciler； and she crossed the room to him in a few short ； strides； calling his name as she went。
He didn't move。 Wherever his mind wandered；
