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〃Then why don't you close the door？〃 she said to him。 〃In case we get noisy。 Maybe you should tell the guards to go and get drunk？〃
He did so。 When he returned to the veils he saw that she was kneeling up on the bed； her hand between her legs。 And； yes； she was naked。 When she moved the veils moved with her； some of them sticking momentarily to the oiled gloss of her skin。 He could see how her breasts rode up as she raised her arms； inviting his kisses there。 He put his hand out to part the veils； but they were too abundant； and he could find no break in them； so he simply pressed on towards her； half blinded by their luxury。
Her hand went down once more between her legs； and he couldn't conceal a moan of anticipation at the thought of replacing it with his own。 There was swelling in her fingers； he thought： some device she'd been pleasuring herself with； most likely； anticipating his arrival； easing herself open to acmodate his every inch。 Thoughtful； pliant thing that she was； she was even handing it to him now； as though in confession of her little sin； thinking perhaps that he'd want to feel its warmth and wetness。 She pushed it through the veils towards him； as he in turn pressed towards her； murmuring as he went a few promises that ladies liked to hear。
Between those promises he caught the sound of tearing fabric； and assuming that she was clawing her way through the veils in her hunger to reach him； began to do the same himself； until he felt a sharp pain in his belly。 He looked down through the layers that clung about his face and saw a stain spreading through the weave。 He let out a cry and started to disentangle himself； catching sight of her pleasuring device buried deep in him as he wrestled to be out of her way。 She withdrew the blade； only to plunge it into him a second time； and a third； leaving it in his heart as he fell backwards； his fingers dragging the veils down with him。
Standing at one of the upper windows of Peccable's house； watching the fires that raged in every direction； Jude shuddered； and looking down at her hands saw them glistening； wet with blood。 The vision lasted only the briefest time； but she had no doubt of what she'd seen； nor what it signified。 Quaisoir had mitted the crime she'd been plotting。
〃It's quite a sight； isn't it？〃 she heard Dowd say； and turned to look at him； momentarily disoriented。 Had he seen the blood too？ No； no。 He was talking about the fires。
〃Yes； it is；〃 she said。
He came to join her at the glass； which rattled with each fusillade。 〃The Peccables are almost ready to leave。 I suggest we do the same。 I'm feeling much renewed。〃 He had indeed healed with astonishing speed。 The wounds on his face were barely visible now。
〃Where will we go？〃 she said。
〃Around the other side of the city；〃 he said。 〃To where I first trod the boards。 According to Peccable the theater is still standing。 The Ipse； it's called。 Built by Pluthero Quexos himself。 I'd like to see it again。〃
〃You want to be a tourist on a night like this？〃
〃The theater may not be standing tomorrow。 In fact； the whole of Yzordderrex could be in ruins by daybreak。 I thought you were the one who was so hungry to see it。〃
〃If it's a sentimental visit；〃 she said； 〃maybe you should go alone。〃
〃Why； have you got some other agenda？〃 he asked her。 〃You have； haven't you？〃
〃How could I have？〃 she protested lightly。 〃I've never set foot here before。〃
He studied her； his face all suspicion。 〃But you always wanted to e here； didn't you？ Right from the start。 Godolphin used to wonder where you got the obsession from。 Now I'm wondering the same。〃 He followed her gaze through the window。 〃What's out there； Judith？〃
〃You can see for yourself；〃 she replied。 〃We'll probably get killed before we reach the top of the street。〃
〃No；〃 he said。 〃Not us。 We're blessed。〃
〃Are we？〃
〃We're the same； remember？ Perfect partners。〃
〃I remember；〃 she replied。
〃Ten minutes； then we'll go。〃
〃I'll be ready。〃
She heard the door close behind her； then looked down at her hands again。 All trace of the vision had faded。 She glanced back towards the door； to be certain that Dowd had gone； then put her hands to the glass and closed her eyes。 She had ten minutes to find the woman who shared her face； ten minutes before she and Dowd were out in the tumult of the streets and all hope of contact would be dashed。
〃Quaisoir；〃 she murmured。
She felt the glass vibrate against her palms and heard the din of the dying across the roofs。 She said her double's name a second time； turning her thoughts to the towers that would have been visible from this very window if the air between hadn't been so thick with smoke。 The image of that smoke filled her head； though she hadn't consciously conjured it； and she felt her thoughts rise in its clouds； wafted on the heat of destruction。
It was difficult for Quaisoir to find something discreet to wear among garments she had acquired for their immodesty； but by tearing all the decoration from one of her simpler robes she had achieved something like seemliness。 Now she left her chambers and prepared for her final journey through the palace。 She had already plotted her route once she was out of the gates： back down to the harbor； where she'd first seen the Man of Sorrows； standing on the roof。 If He wasn't there； she would find somebody who knew His whereabouts。 He hadn't e into Yzordderrex simply to disappear again。 He would leave trails for His acolytes to follow； and trials； no doubt； for them to endure； proving in their endurance how much they desired to e into His presence。 But first； she had to get out of the palace； and to do so she took corridors and stairways that had not been used in decades； familiar only to her； the Autarch； and the masons who'd laid these cold stones； cold themselves now。 Only Maestros and their mistresses preserved their youth； and doing so was no longer the bliss it had been。 She would have liked the years to show on her face when she knelt before the Nazarene； so that He would know that she'd suffered； and that she deserved His forgiveness。 But she would have to trust that He would see through the veil of her perfection to the pain beneath。
Her feet were bare； and the chill rose through her soles； so that by the time she reached the humid air outside； her teeth were chattering。 She halted for a moment； to orient herself in the maze of courtyards that surrounded the palace； and as she turned her thoughts from the practical to the abstract she met another thought； waiting at the back of her skull for just such a turn。 She didn't doubt its source for a moment。 The angel that Seidux had driven from her chamber that afternoon had waited at the threshold all this time； knowing she would e at last； seeking guidance。 Tears started to her eyes when she realized she'd not been forsaken。 The Son of David knew her agony and sent this messenger to whisper in her head。
Ipse； it said。 Ipse。
She knew what the word meant。 She'd patronized the Ipse many times； masked； as were all the women of the haut monde when visiting places of moral dubiety。 She'd seen all the works of Quexos performed there； and translations of Plotter； even； on occasion； Koppocovi's farces； crude as they were。 That the Man of Sorrows should have chosen such a place was certainly strange； but who was she to question His purposes？
〃I hear；〃 she said aloud。
Even before the voice in her had faded； she was making her way through the courtyards to the gate by which she would be delivered most readily into the Deliquium Kespa…rate； where Pluthero Quexos had built his shrine to artifice； soon to be reconsecrated in the name of Truth。
Jude took her hands from the window and opened her eyes。 There had been none of the clarity she'd experienced when asleep in this contact…in truth she was not even certain she'd made it…but there was no time left to try again。 Dowd was calling her； and so were the streets of Yzordderrex； blazing though they were。 She'd seen blood spilt from her place by the window； numerous assaults and beatings； troop charges and retreats； civilians warring in rabid packs； and others marching in brigades； armed and ordered。 In such a chaos of factions s
