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for　the　sky。
　Here　they　had　a　chance　to　meet　the　miracle　worker；　for　the　woman　who'd　made　these　waters　（literally；　her　acolytes　said；　it　was　the　pissing　of　a　single　night）　had　taken　up　residence　in　the　blackened　husk　of　the　Kwem　Palace。　In　the　hope　of　gleaning　some　clue　to　Jude　and　Hoi…Polloi's　whereabouts；　Gentle　ventured　into　the　shadows　to　find　the　lake　maker；　and　though　she　refused　to　show　herself　she　answered　his　inquiry。　No；　she　hadn't　seen　a　pair　of　travelers　such　as　he　described；　but　yes；　she　could　tell　him　where　they'd　gone。　There　were　only　two　directions　for　wandering　women　these　days；　she　explained：　out　of　Yzordderrex　and　into　it。
　He　thanked　her　for　this　information　and　asked　her　if　there　was　anything　he　could　do　for　her　in　return。　She　told　him　that　there　was　nothing　she　wanted　from　him　personally；　but　she'd　be　very　glad　of　the　pany　of　his　boy　for　an　hour　or　two。　Somewhat　chagrined；　Gentle　went　out　and　asked　Monday　if　he　was　willing　to　chance　the　woman's　embrace　for　a　while。　He　said　he　was　and　left　the　Maestro　to　find　himself　a　seat　by　the　bird…breeding　lake　while　he　ventured　into　its　maker's　boudoir。　It　was　the　first　time　in　Gentle's　life　that　any　woman　in　search　of　sexual　attentions　had　passed　him　over　for　another。　If　ever　he'd　needed　proof　that　his　day　was　done；　it　was　here。
　When；　after　two　hours；　Monday　reappeared　（with　a　flushed　face　and　ringing　ears）；　it　was　to　find　Gentle　sitting　at　the　lakeside；　long　ago　tired　of　working　on　his　map；　surrounded　by　several　small　cairns　of　pebbles。
　〃What　are　these？〃　the　boy　said。
　〃I've　been　counting　my　romances；〃　Gentle　replied。　〃Each　one　of　them　is　a　hundred　women。〃
　There　were　seven　cairns。
　〃Is　that　them　all？〃　Monday　said。
　〃It's　all　that　I　remember。〃
　Monday　squatted　down　beside　the　stones。　〃I　bet　you'd　like　to　love　them　all　over　again；〃　he　said。
　Gentle　thought　about　this　for　a　little　time　and　finally　said；　〃No。　I　don't　think　so。　I've　done　my　best　work。　It's　time　to　leave　it　to　the　younger　men。〃
　He　tossed　the　stone　he　had　in　hand　out　into　the　middle　of　the　teeming　lake。
　〃Before　you　ask；〃　he　said。　〃That　was　Jude。〃
　There　were　no　diversions　after　that；　nor　any　need　to　pursue　rumors　of　women　hither　and　thither。　They　knew　where　Jude　and　Hoi…Polloi　had　gone。　Having　left　the　lake；　they　were　on　the　Lenten　Way　within　a　matter　of　hours。　Unlike　so　much　else；　the　Way　hadn't　changed。　It　was　as　busy　and　as　wide　as　ever：　an　arrow；　driving　its　straight　way　into　the　hot　heart　of　Yzordderrex。
　
　
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　In　the　Fifth；　winter　came：　not　suddenly　but　certainly。　Hallowe'en　was　the　last　time　people　chanced　the　night　air　without　coats；　hats；　and　gloves；　and　it　saw　the　first　substantial　visitation　of　Londoners　to　Gamut　Street…revelers　who'd　taken　the　spirit　of　All　Hallow's　Eve　to　heart　and　e　to　see　if　there　was　any　truth　in　the　bizarre　rumors　they'd　heard　about　the　neighborhood。　Some　retreated　after　a　very　short　time；　but　the　braver　among　them　stayed　to　explore；　a　few　lingering　outside　number　28；　where　they　puzzled　over　the　designs　on　the　door　and　peered　up　at　the　carbonized　tree　that　shaded　the　house　from　the　stars。
　After　that　evening　the　cold's　nip　became　a　bite；　and　the　bite　a　gnaw；　until　by　late　November　the　temperatures　were　low　enough　to　keep　even　the　most　ardent　tomcat　at　the　fire。　But　the　flow　of　visitors…in　both　directions…didn't　cease。　Night　after　night　ordinary　citizens　appeared　in　Gamut　Street　to　brush　shoulders　with　the　excursionists　who　were　corning　in　the　opposite　direction。　Some　of　the　former　became　such　regular　visitors　that　Clem　began　to　recognize　them　and　was　able　to　watch　their　investigations　grow　less　tentative　as　they　realized　that　the　sensations　they　felt　were　not　the　first　signs　of　lunacy。　There　were　wonders　to　be　found　here；　and　one　by　one　these　men　and　women　must　have　discovered　the　source；　because　they　invariably　disappeared。　Others；　perhaps　too　afraid　to　venture　into　the　passing　places　alone；　came　with　trusted　friends；　showing　them　the　street　as　though　it　were　a　secret　vice；　talking　in　whispers；　then　laughing　out　loud　when　they　found　their　loved　ones　could　see　the　apparitions　too。
　Word　was　spreading。　But　that　fact　was　the　only　pleasure　those　bitter　days　and　nights　provided。　Though　Tick　Raw　spent　more　and　more　time　in　the　house　and　was　lively　pany；　Clem　missed　Gentle　badly。　He　hadn't　been　altogether　surprised　at　his　abrupt　departure　（he'd　known；　even　if　Gentle　hadn't；　that　sooner　or　later　the　Maestro　would　leave　the　Dominion）；　but　now　his　truest　pany　was　the　man　with　whom　he　shared　his　skull；　and　as　the　first　anniversary　of　Tay's　death　approached　the　mood　of　both　grew　steadily　darker。　The　presence　of　so　many　living　souls　on　the　street　only　served　to　make　the　revenants　who'd　occupied　it　through　the　summer　months　feel　further　disenfranchised；　and　their　distress　was　contagious。　Though　Tay　had　been　happy　to　stay　with　Clem　through　the　preparations　for　the　Great　Work；　their　time　as　angels　was　over；　and　Tay　felt　the　same　need　as　those　ghosts　who　roamed　outside　the　house：　to　be　gone。
　As　December　came；　Clem　began　to　wonder　how　many　more　weeks　he　could　keep　his　post；　when　it　seemed　every　hour　the　despair　of　the　ghost　in　him　grew。　After　much　debate　with　himself　he　decided　that　Christmas　would　mark　the　last　day　of　his　service　in　Gamut　Street。　After　that　he'd　leave　number　28　to　be　tramped　around　by　Tick's　excursionists　and　go　back　to　the　house　where　a　year　before　he　and　Tay　had　celebrated　the　Return　of　the　Unvanquished　Sun。
　
　Jude　and　Hoi…Polloi　had　taken　their　time　crossing　the　Dominions；　but　with　so　many　roads　to　choose　between；　and　so　many　incidental　joys　along　the　way；　going　quickly　seemed　almost　criminal。　They　had　no　reason　to　hurry。　There　was　nothing　behind　them　to　drive　them　on；　and　nothing　in　front　summoning　them。　At　least；　so　Jude　pretended。　Time　and　time　again；　when　the　issue　of　their　ultimate　destination　cropped　up　in　conversation；　she　avoided　talking　about　the　place　she　knew　in　her　heart　of　hearts　they　would　eventually　reach。　But　if　the　name　of　that　city　wasn't　on　her　lips；　it　was　on　the　lips　of　almost　every　other　woman　they　met；　and　when　Hoi…Polloi　mentioned　that　it　was　her。birthplace　questions　from　fellow　travelers　would　invariably　flow　thick　and　fast。　Was　it　true　that　the　harbor　was　now　filled　at　every　tide　with　fish　that　had　swum　up　from　the　depths　of　the　ocean；　ancient　creatures　that　knew　the　secret　of　the　origins　of　women　and　swam　up　the　rivered　streets　at　night　to　worship　the　Goddesses　on　the　hill？　Was　it　true　that　the　women　there　could　have　children　without　any　need　of　men　whatsoever；　and　that　some　could　even　dream　babies　into　being？　And　were　there　fountains　in　that　city　that　made　the　old　young；　and　trees　on　which　every　fruit　was　new　to　the　world？　And　so　on；　and　so　forth。
　Though　Jude　was　willing；　if　pressed；　to　supply　descriptions　of　what　she'd　seen　in　Yzordderrex；　her　accounts　of　how　the　palace　had　been　refashioned　by　water；　and　of　streams　that　defied　gravity；　were　not　particularly　remarkable　in　the　face　of　what　rumor　was　claiming　about　Yzordderrex。　After　a　few　conversations　in　which　she　was　urged　to　describe　marvels　she　had　no　knowledge　of…as　though　the　questioners　were　willing　her　to　invent　prodigies　rather　than　disappoint　them…she　told　Hoi…Polloi　she'd　not　be　drawn　into　any　further　debates　on　the　subject。　But　her　imagination　refused　to　ignore　the　tales　it　heard；　however　preposterous；　and　with　every　mile　they　traveled　along　the　Lenten　Way；　the　idea　of　the　city　awaiting　them　at　the　end　of　their　journey　grew　more　intimidating。　She　fretted　that　perhaps　the　blessings　bestowed　on　her　there　would　be　valueless　after　all　the　time　she'd　spent　away　from　the　place。　Or　that　the　Goddesses　knew　that　she'd　told　Sartori…in　all　truth…that　she　loved　him；　and　that　Jokalaylau's　condemnation　of　her　would　carry　the　day　if　she　ever　went　back　into　their　temple。
　Once　they　were　on　the　Lenten　Way；　however；　such　fears　became　academic。　They　were　not　going　to　turn　back　now；　especially　as　both　of　them　were　being　steadily　more　exhausted。　The　city　called　them　out　of　the　fogs　that　lay　between　Dominions；　and　they　would　go　into　it　together　and　face　whatever　judgments；　prodigies；　and　deep…sea　fish　were　waiting　there。
　Oh；　but　it　was　changed。