cb.imajica2-第83部分
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〃You can meet her yourself； when all this is over。〃
〃I'd like that。〃
〃But for now； we have to hold to our course。 There can be no deviations。 Do you understand？ We can go looking for the Holy Mother when the Reconciliation's done； but not before。〃
〃I feel so damn naked；〃 Athanasius said。
〃We all do。 It's inevitable； But there's something more inevitable still。〃
〃What's that？〃
〃The wholeness of things；〃 Gentle said。 〃Things mended。 Things healed。 That's more certain than sin； or death； or darkness。〃
〃Well said；〃 Athanasius replied。 〃Who taught you that？〃
〃You should know。 You married me to it。〃
〃Ah。〃 He smiled。 〃Then may I remind you why a man marries？ So that he can be made whole： by a woman。〃
〃Not this man；〃 Gentle said。
〃Wasn't the mystif a woman to you？〃
〃Sometimes。。。。〃
〃And when it wasn't？〃
〃It was neither man nor woman。 It was bliss。〃
Athanasius looked intensely disfited by this。 〃That sounds profane to me；〃 he remarked。
Gentle had never thought of the bond between himself and the mystif in such terms before； nor did he wele the burden of such doubts now。 Pie had been his teacher； his friend； and his lover； a selfless champion of the Reconciliation from the very beginning。 He could not believe that his Father would ever have sanctioned such a liaison if it were anything but holy。
〃I think we should let the subject lie；〃 he told Athanasius； 〃or we'll be at each other's throats again； and I for one don't want that。〃
〃Neither do I；〃 Athanasius replied。 〃We'll not discuss it any further。 Tell me； where do you go from here？〃
〃To the Erasure。〃
〃And who represents the Synod there？〃
〃Chicka Jackeen。〃
〃Ah！ So you chose him； did you？〃
〃You know him？〃
〃Not well。 I know he came to the Erasure long before I did。 In fact； I don't think anyone quite knew how long he'd been there。 He's a strange fellow。〃
〃If that were a disqualification； we'd both be out of a job；〃 Gentle remarked。
〃True enough。〃
With that； Gentle offered Athanasius his good wishes； and they parted…civilly if not fondly…Gentle turning his thoughts from Yzordderrex to the desert beyond。 Instantly； the domestic interior flickered and was replaced seconds later by the vast wall of the Erasure； rising from a fog in which he dearly hoped the last member of his Synod was awaiting him。
The streams kept converging as the women climbed； until they were walking beside a flow that would soon be too wide to leap and too furious to ford。 There were no embankments to contain these waters； only the gullies and gutters of the street； but the same intentionality that drew them up the hill also limited their lateral spread。 That way the river didn't dissipate its energies； but climbed like an animal whose skin was growing at a prodigious rate to acmodate the power it gained every time it assimilated another of its kind。 By now its destination would not be in doubt。 There was only one structure on the city's highest peak…the Autarch's palace…and unless an abyss opened up in the street and swallowed the waters before they reached the gates it would be there that the trail would deliver them。
Jude had mixed memories of the palace。 Some； like the Pivot Tower and the chamber of sluiced prayers beneath it； were terrifying。 Others were sweetly erotic； like the hours she'd spent dozing in Quaisoir's bed while Concupiscentia sang and the lover she'd thought too perfect to be real had covered her with kisses。 He was gone； of course； but she would be returning into the labyrinth he'd built； now turned to some new purpose； not only with the scent of him upon her （you smell of coitus； Celestine had said） but with the fruit of that coupling in her womb。 Her hope of sharing wisdom with Celestine had undoubtedly been blighted by that fact。 Even after Tay's disparagement and Clem's conciliation； the woman had contrived to treat Jude as a pariah。 And if she； merely brushed by divinity； had sniffed Sartori on Jude's skin； then surely Tishalulle would sniff the same and know the child was there too。 If challenged； Jude had decided to tell the truth。 She had reasons for doing all that she'd done； and she would not make false apologies； but e to the altars of these Goddesses with humility and self…respect in equal measure。
The gates were now in view； the river gushing towards them； its flood a whitewater roar。 Either its assault or some previous violence had thrown both gates off their hinges； and the water surged through the gap ecstatically。
〃How do we get through？〃 Hoi…Polloi yelled above the din。
〃It's not that deep；〃 Jude said。 〃We'll be able to wade it if we go together。 Here。 Take my hand。〃
Without giving the girl time to argue or retreat； she took firm hold of Hoi…Polloi's wrist and stepped into the river。 As she'd said； it wasn't very deep。 Its spumy surface only climbed to the middle of their thighs。 But there was considerable force in it； and they were obliged to proceed with extreme care。 Jude couldn't see the ground she was leading them over； the water was too wild； but she could feel through her soles how the river was digging up the paving； eroding in a matter of minutes what the tread of soldiers； slaves； and penitents had not much impressed in two centuries。 Nor was this erosion the only threat to their equilibrium。 The river's freight of alms； petitions； and trash was very heavy now； gathered as it was from five or six places in the lower Kesparates。 Slabs of wood knocked at their hamstrings and shins； swaths of cloth wrapped around their knees。 But Jude remained surefooted and advanced with a steady tread until they were through the gates； glancing back over her shoulder now and then to reassure Hoi…Polloi with a look or a smile that； though there was disfort here； there was no great hazard。
The river didn't slow once it was inside the palace walls。 Instead it seemed to find fresh impetus； its spume thrown ever higher as it climbed through the courtyards。 The et's beams were falling here in greater abundance than on the Kesparates below； and their light； striking the water； threw silver filigrees up against the joyless stone。 Distracted by the beauty of this； Jude momentarily lost her footing as they cleared the gates and； despite a cry of warning； fell back into the river； taking Hoi…Polloi with her。 Though they were in no danger of drowning； the water had sufficient momentum to carry them along； and Hoi…Polloi； being much the lighter of the two； was swept past Jude at some speed。
Their attempts to stand up again were defeated by the eddies and countercurrents its enthusiasm was generating； and it was only by chance that Hoi…Pollot…thrown against a dam of detritus that was choking part of the flow…was able to use its accrued bulk to bring herself to a halt and haul herself to her knees。 The water broke against her with considerable vehemence as she did so； its will to carry her off undiminished； but she defied it； and by the time Jude was carried to the place； Hoi…Polloi was getting to her feet。
〃Give me your hand！〃 she yelled； returning the invitation Jude had first offered when they'd stepped into the flood。
Jude reached to do so； half turning in the water to stretch for Hoi…Polloi's fingers。 But the river had other ideas。 As their hands came within inches of clasping； the waters conspired to spin her and snatch her away； their hold on her so tight the breath was momentarily squeezed out of her。 She couldn't even yell a word of reassurance but was hauled off by the flood； up through a monolithic archway and out of sight。
Violent as the waters were； pitching her around as it raced through the cloisters and colonnades； she wasn't in fear of them； quite the opposite。 The exhilaration was contagious。 She was part of their purpose now； even if they didn't know it； and happy to be delivered to their summoner； who was surely also their source。 Whether that summoner…be she Tishalulle or Jokalaylau or any other Goddess who might be resident here today…judged her to be a petitioner or simply another piece of trash； only the end of this ride would tell。
If Yzordderrex had bee a place of glorious particulars…every color singing； every bubble in its waters crystalline…the Erasure had
