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〃Yes； even from you；〃 the Autarch told him。 〃Even from me。 The power of women can't be scoured away； however hard we try。 The Unbeheld attempted it； but he didn't succeed。 There's always some corner…〃
〃Just say the word；〃 the mander broke in； 〃and I'll go down there now。 Hang the bitches in the streets。〃
〃No； you don't understand；〃 the Autarch said； his voice almost monotonous； but all the more sorrowful for that。 〃The corner isn't out there； it's in here。〃 He pointed to his skull。 〃It's in our minds。 Their mysteries obsess us； even though we put them out of sight。 Even me。 God knows； I should be free of it。 I wasn't cast out like the rest of you were。 How can I yearn for something I never had？ But I do。〃 He sighed。 〃Oh； I do。〃
He looked around at Rosengarten； whose expression was unprehending。
〃Look at him。〃 The Autarch glanced back at the captive as he spoke。 〃He's got seconds left to live。 But the leech gave him a taste and he wants it back again。〃
〃A taste of what？〃
〃Of the womb； Rosengarten。 He said it was like being in the womb。 We're all cast out。 Whatever we build； wherever we hide； we're cast out。〃
As he spoke the prisoner gave a last exhausted moan and lay still。 The Autarch watched the body awhile； the only sound in the vastness of the chamber the weakening motions of the leech on the cold floor。
〃Lock the doors and seal them up；〃 the Autarch said； turning to leave without looking back at Rosengarten。 〃I'm going to the Pivot Tower。〃
〃Yes； sir。〃
〃e and find me when it's light。 These nights； they're too long。 Too long。 I wonder； sometimes 。 。 。〃
But what he wondered had gone from his head before it could reach his lips； and when he left the lovers' tomb it was in silence。
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Gentle's thoughts had not often turned to Taylor as he and Pie journeyed； but when； in the streets outside the palace； Nikaetomaas had asked him why he'd e to the Imajica； it had been Taylor's death he'd spoken of first； and only then of Judith and the attempt upon her life。 Now； as he and Nikaetomaas passed through the balmy； benighted courtyards and up into the palace itself； he thought of the man again； lying on his final pillow； talking about floating and charging Gentle to solve mysteries that he'd not had time to solve himself。
〃I had a friend in the Fifth who would have loved this place；〃 Gentle said。 〃He loved desolation。〃
It was here； in every courtyard。 Gardens had been planted in many of them and left to riot。 But riot took energy； and nature was weary here； the plants throttling themselves after a few spurts and withering back into earth the color of ash。 The scene was not so different once they got inside； wandering mapless down galleries where the dust was as thick as the soil in the dead gardens； into forsaken annexes and chambers laid out for guests who had breathed their last decades before。 Most of the walls； whether of chambers or galleries； were decorated： some with tapestries； many others with immense frescoes； and while there were scenes Gentle recognized from his travels…Patashoqua under a green…gold sky； with a flight of air balloons rising from the plain outside its walls； a festival at the L'Himby temples…the suspicion grew on him that the finest of these images were of earth； or； more particularly； of England。 Doubtless the pastoral was a universal mode； and shepherds wooed nymphs in the Reconciled Dominions just as sonnets described them doing in the Fifth； but there were details of these scenes that were indisputably English： swallows swooping in mild summer skies； cattle drinking in water meadows while their herders slept； the Salisbury spire rising from a bank of oaks； the distant towers and domes of London； glimpsed from a slope on which maids and swains made dalliance； even Stonehenge； relocated for drama's sake to a hill and set against thunder…heads。
〃England；〃 Gentle said as they went。 〃Somebody here remembers England。〃
Though they passed by these works too fast for him to scrutinize them carefully； he saw no signature on any。 The artists who'd sketched England； and returned to depict it so lovingly； were apparently content to remain anonymous。
〃I think we should start climbing；〃 Nikaetomaas suggested when by chance their wanderings brought them to the foot of a monumental staircase。 〃The higher we are the more chance we'll have of grasping the geography。〃
The ascent was five flights long…more deserted galleries presenting themselves on every floor…but it finally delivered them onto a roof from which they were able to glimpse the scale of the labyrinth they were lost in。 Towers twice and three times the height of the one they'd climbed loomed above them while； below； the courtyards were laid out in all directions； some crossed by battalions but most as deserted as every other corridor and chamber。 Beyond them lay the palace walls； and beyond the walls themselves the smoke…shrouded city； the sound of its convulsions dim at such a distance。
Lulled by the remoteness of this aerie； both Gentle and Nikaetomaas were startled by a motion that erupted much closer by。 Almost grateful for signs of life in this mausoleum； even if it was the enemy； they headed in pursuit of the din makers； back down a flight of stairs and across an enclosed bridge between towers。
〃Hoods！〃 Nikaetomaas said； tucking her ponytail back into her shirt and pulling the crude cowl over her head。 Gentle did the same； though he doubted such a disguise would offer them much protection if they were discovered。
Orders were being given in the gallery ahead； and Gentle drew Nikaetomaas into hiding to listen。 The officer had words of inspiration for his squad； promising every man who brought a Eurhetemec down a month's paid leave。 Somebody asked him how many there were； and he replied that he'd heard six； but he didn't believe it because they'd slaughtered ten times that number。 However many there are； he said…six； sixty； six hundred…they're outnumbered and trapped。 They won't get out alive。 So saying； he divided his contingent and told them to shoot on sight。
Three soldiers were dispatched in the direction of Nika…etomaas and Gentle's hiding place。 They had no sooner passed than she stepped out of the shadows and brought two of the three down with single blows。 The third turned to defend himself； but Gentle…lacking the mass or muscle power that made Nikaetomaas so effective…used momentum instead； flinging himself against the man with such force he threw both of them to the ground。 The soldier raised his gun towards Gentle's skull； but Nikaetomaas took hold of both weapon and hand； hauling the man up by his arm until he was head to head with her； the gun pointing at the roof； the fingers around it too crushed to fire。 Then she pulled his helmet off with her free hand and peered at
him。
〃Whereas the Autarch？〃
The man was too pained and too terrified to claim ignorance。 〃The Pivot Tower；〃 he said。
〃Which is where？〃
〃It's the tallest tower；〃 he sobbed； scrabbling at the arm he was dangling by； down which blood was running。
〃Take us there；〃 Nikaetomaas said。 〃Please；〃
Teeth gritted； the man nodded his head； and she let him go。 The gun went from his pulverized fingers as he struck the ground。 She invited him to stand with a hooked finger。
〃What's your name？〃 she asked him。
〃Yark Lazarevich；〃 he told her； nursing his hand in the crook of his arm。
〃Well； Yark Lazarevich； if you make any attempt…or I choose to interpret any act of yours as an attempt…to alert help； I will swat the brains from your pan so fast they'll be in Patashoqua before your pants fill。 Is that plain？〃
〃That's plain。〃
〃Do you have children？〃
〃Yes。 I've got two。〃
〃Think of them fatherless and take care。 You have a question？〃
〃No； I just wanted to explain that the tower's quite a way from here。 I don't want you thinking I'm leading you astray。〃
〃Be fast； then；〃 she said； and Lazarevich took her at her word； leading them back across the bridge towards the stairs； explaining as he went that the quickest route to the tower was through the Cesscordium； and that was two floors down。
They had descended perhaps a dozen steps when shots were fired behind them； and one of Lazarevi
