cb.imajica2-第13部分
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with dissolution in their hearts。 By midmorning； when Gentle and Pie reached the gate that led out of the city into the desert； many of those who'd begun the day determined to preserve something from this calamity had given up and were leaving while they still had their lives。 The exodus that would empty Yzordderrex of much of its population within half a week had begun。
Beyond the vague instruction； gleaned from Nikaetomaas； that the encampment to which Estabrook had been taken lay in the desert at the limits of this Dominion； Gentle was traveling blind。 He'd hoped to find somebody along the way to give him some better directions； but he encountered nobody who looked fit enough； mentally or physically； to lend him assistance。 He'd bound the hand he'd wounded beating down the door of the Pivot Tower as best he could before leaving the palace。 The stab wound he'd sustained when Huzzah had been snatched and the cut the mystif s ribbon blade had opened were slight enough to cause him little disfort。 His body； possessed of a Maestro's resilience； had survived three times a natural human span without significant deterioration； and it was quick to begin the process of mending itself now。
The same could not be said for Pie 'oh' pah's wounded frame。 Sartori's sway was venomous； draining the mystif s strength and consciousness。 By the time Gentle left the city； the mystif was barely able to move its legs； obliging Gentle to half…hoist it up beside him。 He only hoped they found some means of transport before too long； or this journey would be over before it was begun。
There was little chance of hitching a ride with any of their fellow refugees。 Most were on foot； and those who had transport…carts； cars； runty mules…were already laden with passengers。 Several overburdened vehicles had given up the ghost within sight of the city gates； and those who'd paid for their ride were arguing on the roadside。 But most of the travelers went on their way with an eerie hush； barely raising their eyes from the road a few feet in front of them； at least until they reached the spot where that road divided。
Here a bottleneck had been created； as people milled around； deciding on which of the three routes available to them they were going to take。 Straight ahead； though a considerable distance from the crossroads； lay a mountain range as impressive as the Jokalaylau。 The road to the left led off into greener terrain； and； not surprisingly perhaps； this was the most favored way。 The least favored； and for Gentle's purposes the most promising； was the road that lay to the right。 It was dusty and badly laid； the terrain it wound through the least lush and therefore the most likely to deteriorate into desert。 But he knew from his months in the Dominions that the terrain could change considerably within the space of a few miles； and that perhaps out of sight along this road lay verdant pastures； while the track behind him could just as easily lead into a wilderness。 While he was standing in the mill of travelers debating with himself； he heard a high…pitched voice and； peering through the dust； caught sight of a small fellow…young； spectacled； bare…chested； and bald…making his way towards him； arms raised。
〃Mr。 Zacharias！ Mr。 Zacharias！〃
He knew the face； but from precisely where he couldn't recall； nor could he put a name to it。 But the man； perhaps used to being only half remembered； was quick to supply the information。
〃Floccus Dado；〃 he said。 〃You remember？〃
Now he did。 This was Nikaetomaas' rade…in…arms。
Floccus snatched off his glasses and peered at Pie。 〃Your lady friend looks sick；〃 he said。
〃It's not a she。 It's a mystif。〃
〃Sorry。 Sorry；〃 Floccus said； slipping his spectacles back on and blinking violently。 〃My error。 Sex was never my strong point。 Is it very sick？〃
〃I'm afraid so。〃
〃Is Nikae with you？〃 Floccus said； peering around。 〃Don't tell me she's gone on ahead。 I told her I was going to wait for her here if we got separated。〃
〃She won't be ing； Floccus；〃 Gentle said。
〃Why in the Hyo not？〃
〃I'm afraid she's dead。〃
Dado's nervous tics and blinks ceased on the instant。 He stared at Gentle with a tiny smile on his face； as if he was used to being the butt of jokes and wanted to believe that this was one。 〃No；〃 he said。
〃I'm afraid so；〃 Gentle replied。 〃She was killed in the palace。〃
Floccus took off his glasses again and ran his thumb and middle finger from the bridge of his nose along his lower lids。 〃That's grim；〃 he said。
〃She was a very brave woman。〃
〃She was that。〃
〃And she put up a very spirited defense。 But we were outnumbered。〃
〃How did you escape？〃 Floccus asked； the inquiry innocent of accusation。
〃That's a very long story；〃 Gentle said； 〃and I don't think I'm quite ready to tell it yet。〃
〃Which way are you heading？〃 Dado said。
〃Nikaetomaas told me you Dearthers have an encampment of some kind； at the margin of the First。 Is that right？〃
〃Indeed we do。〃
〃Then that's where I'm going。 She said a man I knewdo you know Estabrook？ … was healed there。 I want to heal Pie。〃
〃Then we'd best go together；〃 Floccus said。 〃It's no use my waiting here any longer。 Nikae's spirit will have passed by a long time ago。〃
〃Do you have any kind of transport？〃
〃Indeed I do；〃 he said； brightening。 〃A very fine car I found in the Caramess。 It's parked over there。〃 He pointed through the crush。
〃If it's still there；〃 Gentle remarked。
〃It's guarded；〃 Dado said； with a grin。 〃May I help you with the mystif？〃
He put his arm beneath Pie； who had now lost consciousness pletely； then they started to make their way through the crowd； Dado shouting to clear the route ahead。 His demands were almost entirely ignored until he started shouting 〃Ruukassh！ Ruukassh！〃 which had the desired effect of dividing the throng。
〃What's Ruukassh？〃 Gentle asked him。
〃Contagious；〃 Dado replied。 〃Not far now。〃
A few paces on； and the vehicle came into view。 Dado had good taste in loot。 Not since that first glorious trip along the Patashoqua Highway had Gentle set eyes on a vehicle so sleek； so polished…or so wholly inappropriate for desert travel。 It was powder…blue with silver trim； its tires white； its interior fur lined。 Sitting on the hood； its leash tied to one of the wing mirrors； was its guard and antithesis： an animal related to the ragemy…via the hyena…and boasting the least pleasant attributes of both。 It was as round and lardy as a pig； but its back and flanks were covered with a coat of mottled fur。 Its head was short…snouted but heavily whiskered。 Its ears pricked like a dog's at the sight of Dado； and it set up a round of barks and squeals so high they made Dado sound basso profundo by contrast。
〃Good girl！ Good girl！〃 he said。
The creature was up on its stubby legs； shaking its rear in delight at its master's return。 Its belly was laden with teats； which shook to the rhythm of its wele。
Dado opened the door； and there on the passenger seat was the reason the creature was so defensive of the vehicle： a litter of five yapping offspring； perfect miniatures of their mother。 Dado suggested Gentle and Pie take the back seat； while Mama Sighshy； as he called her； sat with her children。 The interior stank of the animals； but the previous owner had been fond of fort； and there were cushions to support the mystifs head and neck。 When Sighshy herself was invited back into the vehicle the stench increased tenfold； and she growled at Gentle in a less than friendly manner； but Dado placated her with baby talk； and she was soon curled up on the seat beside him； suckling her fat babes。 With the travelers assembled； they headed off towards the mountains。
Exhaustion claimed Gentle after a mile or two； and he slept； his head on Pie's shoulder。 The road steadily deteriorated over the next few hours； and the disfort of the journey repeatedly brought him up to the surface of sleep； with scraps of dreams clinging to him。 They were not dreams of Yzordderrex； nor were they memories of the adventures he and Pie had shared on their travels across the Imajica。 It was the Fifth his mind was returning to in these fitful slumbers； shunning the horrors and the murders of the Reconciled Dominio
