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　sightseers　was　blood　and　bone　in　a　heartbeat。
　Though　he　stood　in　the　midst　of　this　devastation；　Gentle　remained　unharmed。　He　was　able　to　watch　his　terrible　weapon　at　work；　its　power　apparently　undecayed　despite　the　fact　that　it　had　demolished　a　string　of　houses。　Nor；　having　cut　a　swath　through　the　crowd；　was　it　following　the　trajectory　set　at　his　lips。　It　had　found　flesh　and　clearly　intended　to　busy　itself　in　the　midst　of　living　stuff　until　there　was　none　left　to　undo。
　He　was　appalled　at　the　prospect。　This　hadn't　been　his　intention；　or　anything　like　it。　There　seemed　to　be　only　one　option　available　to　him；　and　that　he　instantly　took：　he　stood　in　the　pneuma's　path。　He'd　used　the　power　in　his　lungs　many　times　now…first　against　the　Nullianac's　brother　in　Vanaeph；　then　twice　in　the　mountains；　and　finally　on　the　island；　when　they　were　making　their　escape　from　Vigor　N'ashap's　asylum…but　in　all　that　time　he'd　only　had　the　vaguest　impression　of　its　appearance。　Was　it　like　a　fire…breather's　belch；　or　like　a　bullet　made　of　will　and　air；　nearly　invisible　until　it　did　its　deed？
　Perhaps　it　had　been　the　latter　once；　but　now；　as　he　set　himself　in　its　path；　he　saw　that　it　had　gathered　dust　and　blood　along　its　route；　and　from　those…　essential　elements　it　had　made　itself　a　likeness　of　its　maker。　It　was　his　face　that　was　ing　at　him；　albeit　roughly　sculpted：　his　brow；　his　eyes；　his　open　mouth；　expelling　the　very　breath　it　had　begun　with。　It　didn't　slow　as　it　approached　its　maker；　but　struck　Gentle's　chest　the　way　it　had　struck　so　many　before　him。　He　felt　the　blow　but　was　not　felled　by　it。　Instead　the　power；　knowing　its　source；　discharged　itself　through　his　system；　running　to　his　fingertips　and　coursing　across　his　scalp。　Its　shock　was　e　and　gone　in　a　moment；　and　he　was　left　standing　in　the　middle　of　the　devastation　with　his　arms　spread　wide　and　the　dust　falling　around　him。
　Silence　followed。　Distantly；　he　could　hear　the　wounded　sobbing；　and　half…demolished　walls　going　to　rubble；　but　he　was　encircled　by　a　hush　that　was　almost　reverential。　Somebody　dropped　to　his　knees　nearby；　to　tend；　he　thought；　to　one　of　the　wounded。　Then　he　heard　the　hallelujahs　the　man　was　uttering　and　saw　his　hands　reaching　up　towards　him。　Another　of　the　crowd　followed　suit；　and　then　another；　as　though　this　scene　of　their　deliverance　was　a　sign　they'd　been　waiting　for　and　a　long…suppressed　flood　of　devotion　was　breaking　from　each　of　their　hearts。
　Sickened；　Gentle　turned　his　gaze　away　from　their　grateful　faces；　up　the　dusty　length　of　Lickerish　Street。　He　had　only　one　ambition　now：　to　find　Pie　and　take　fort　from　this　insanity　in　the　mystif　s　arms。　He　broke　from　his　ring　of　devotees　and　started　up　the　street；　ignoring　their　clinging　hands　and　cries　of　adoration。　He　wanted　to　berate　them　for　their　naivete；　but　what　good　would　that　do？　Any　pronouncement　he　made　now；　however　self…deprecatory；　would　probably　be　taken　as　the　jotting　for　some　gospel。　Instead　he　kept　his　silence　and　picked　his　way　over　the　stones　and　corpses；　his　head　down；　The　hosannas　followed　him；　but　he　didn't　once　acknowledge　them；　knowing　even　as　he　went　that　his　reluctance　might　seem　like　divine　humility；　but　unable　to　escape　the　trap　circumstance　had　set。
　The　wasteland　at　the　head　of　the　street　was　as　daunting　as　ever；　but　he　started　across　it　not　caring　what　fires　might　e。　Its　terrors　were　nothing　beside　the　memory　of　Huz…zah's　scrap；　twitching　in　the　muck；　or　the　hallelujahs　he　could　still　hear　behind　him；　raised　in　ignorance　of　the　fact　that　he…the　savior　of　Lickerish　Street…was　also　its　destroyer；　but　no　less　tempting　for　that。
　
　
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　Every　trace　of　the　joy　that　the　vast　halls　of　the　chianculi　had　once　seen…no　clowns　or　ponies；　but　circuses　such　as　any　showman　in　the　Fifth　would　have　wept　to　own…had　gone。　The　echoing　halls　had　bee　places　of　mourning　and　of　judgment。　Today；　the　accused　was　the　mystif　Pie　'oh'　pah；　its　accuser　one　of　the　few　lawyers　in　Yzordderrex　the　Autarch's　purges　had　left　alive；　an　asthmatic　and　pinched　individual　called　Thes　'reh'　ot。　He　had　an　audience　of　two　for　his　prosecution…Pie　'oh'　pah；　and　the　judge…but　he　delivered　his　litany　of　crimes　as　if　the　hall　were　full　to　the　rafters。　The　mystif　was　guilty　enough　to　warrant　a　dozen　executions；　he　said。　It　was　at　very　least　a　traitor　and　coward；　but　probably　also　an　informant　and　a　spy。　Worse；　perhaps；　it　had　abandoned　this　Dominion　for　another　without　the　consent　of　its　family　or　its　teachers；　denying　its　people　the　benefit　of　its　rarity。　Had　it　forgotten　in　its　arrogance　that　its　condition　was　sacred；　and　that　to　prostitute　itself　in　another　world　（the　Fifth；　of　all　places；　a　mire　of　unmiracu…lous　souls！）　was　not　only　a　sin　upon　itself　but　upon　its　species？　It　had　gone　from　this　place　clean　and　dared　to　return　debauched　and　corrupted；　bringing　a　creature　of　the　Fifth　with　it　and　then　freely　confessing　that　said　creature　was　its　husband。
　Pie　had　expected　to　be　met　with　some　recriminations　upon　return…the　memories　of　Eurhetemec　were　long；　and　they　clung　strongly　to　tradition　as　the　only　contact　they　had　with　the　First　Dominion…but　the　vehemence　of　this　catalogue　was　still　astonishing。　The　judge；　Culus　'su'　erai；　was　a　woman　of　great　age　but　diminished　physique；　who　sat　bundled　in　robes　as　colorless　as　her　skin；　listening　to　the　litany　of　accusations　without　once　looking　at　either　accuser　or　accused。　When　Thes　'reh'　ot　had　finished；　she　offered　the　mystif　the　chance　to　defend　itself；　and　it　did　what　it　could。
　〃I　admit　I've　made　many　errors；〃　Pie　said。　〃Not　least　leaving　my　family…and　my　people　were　my　family…without　telling　them　where　I　was　going　or　why。　But　the　simple　fact　is：　I　didn't　know。　I　fully　intended　to　return；　after　maybe　a　year　or　so。　I　thought　it'd　be　fine　to　have　traveler's　tales　to　tell。　Now；　when　I　finally　return；　I　find　there's　nobody　to　tell　them　to。〃
　〃What　possessed　you　to　go　into　the　Fifth？〃　Culus　asked。
　〃Another　error；〃　Pie　said。　〃I　went　to　Patashoqua　and　I　met　a　theurgist　there　who　said　he　could　take　me　over　to　the　Fifth。　Just　for　a　jaunt。　We'd　be　back　in　a　day；　he　said。　A　day！　I　thought　this　was　a　fine　idea；　I'd　e　home　having　walked　in　the　Fifth　Dominion。　So　I　paid　him…〃
　〃In　what　currency？〃　said　Thes　'reh'　ot。
　〃Cash。　And　some　little　favors。　I　didn't　prostitute　myself；　if　that's　what　you're　suggesting。　If　I　had；　maybe　he'd　have　kept　his　promises。　Instead；　his　ritual　delivered　me　into　the　In　Ovo。〃
　〃And　how　long　were　you　there？〃　Culus　'su'　erai　inquired。
　〃I　don't　know；〃　the　mystif　replied。　〃The　suffering　there　seemed　endless　and　unendurable；　but　it　was　perhaps　only
　days。〃
　Thes　'reh'　ot　snorted　at　this。　〃Its　sufferings　were　of　its　own　making；　ma'am。　Are　they　strictly　relevant？〃
　〃Probably　not；〃　Culus　'su'　erai；　conceded。　〃But　you　were　claimed　out　of　the　In　Ovo　by　a　Maestro　of　the　Fifth；
　am　I　right？〃
　〃Yes；　ma'am。　His　name　was　Sartori。　He　was　the　Fifth's　representative　in　the　Synod　preparing　for　the　Reconciliation。〃
　〃And　you　served　him？〃
　〃I　did。〃
　〃In　what　capacity？〃
　〃In　any　way　he　chose　to　request。　I　was　his　familiar。〃
　Thes　'reh'　ot　made　a　sound　of　disgust。　His　response　was　not　feigned；　Pie　thought。　He　was　genuinely　appalled　at　the　thought　of　one　of　his　people…especially　a　creature　so　blessed　as　a　mystif…serving　the　will　of　a　Homo　sapiens。
　〃Was　Sartori；　in　your　estimation；　a　good　man？〃　Culus
　asked　Pie。
　〃He　was　the　usual　paradox。　passion　when　it　was　least　expected。　Cruelty　the　same。　He　had　an　extraordinary　ego；　but　then　I　don't　believe　he　could　have　carried　the　responsibility　of　the　Reconciliation　without　one。〃
　〃Was　he　cruel　to　you？〃　Culus　inquired。
　〃Ma'am？〃
　〃Do　you　not　understand　the　question？〃
　〃Yes。　But　not　its　relevance。〃
　Culus　growled　with　displeasure。　〃This　court　may　be　much　reduced　in　pomp　and　ceremohy；〃　she　said；　〃and　its　officers　a　little　withered；　but　the　authority　of　both　remains　undiminished。　Do　you　understand　me；　mystif？　When　I　ask　a　question　I　expect　it　answered；　promptly　and　truthfully。〃
　Pie　murmured　apologies。
　〃So；〃　said　Culus。　〃I　will　repeat　the　question。　Was　Sartori　cruel　to　you？〃
　〃Sometimes；〃　Pie　replied。
　〃And　yet　when　the　Reconciliation　failed　you　didn't　forsake　his　pany　and　return　to　this　Domini