cb.imajica1-第60部分

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　〃e　here；〃　he　said；　beckoning　to　her。
　She　didn't　move；　until　Oscar　said；　〃Go　on。〃
　More　out　of　obedience　to　his　instruction　than　any　wish　to　go；　she　started　to　walk　towards　Charlie。
　As　she　did　so　another　shadow　fell　across　the　threshold。　A　severely　dressed　young　man　with　dyed　blond　hair　appeared　at　the　door；　the　lines　of　his　face　perfect　to　the　point　of　banality。
　〃Stay　away；　Dowd；〃　Oscar　said。　〃This　is　just　Charlie　and　me。〃
　Dowd　looked　down　at　the　body　on　the　step；　then　back　at　Oscar；　offering　two　words　of　warning：　〃He's　dangerous。〃
　〃I　know　what　he　is；〃　Oscar　said。　〃Judith；　why　don't　you　step　outside　with　Dowd？〃
　〃Don't　go　near　that　little　fucker；〃　Charlie　told　her。　〃He　killed　Skin。　And　there's　another　of　those　things　out　there。〃
　〃They're　called　voiders；　Charles；〃　Oscar　said。　〃And　they're　not　going　to　harm　a　hair　on　her　beautiful　head。　Judith。　Look　at　me。〃　She　looked　around　at　him。　〃You're　not　in　danger。　You　understand？　Nobody's　going　to　hurt　you。〃
　She　understood　and　believed　him。　Without　looking　back　at　Charlie；　she　went　to　the　door。　The　dog　killer　moved　aside；　offering　her　a　hand　to　help　her　over　the　voider's　corpse；　but　she　ignored　it　and　went　out　into　the　sun　with　a　shameful　lightness　in　her　heart　and　step。　Dowd　followed　her　as　she　walked　from　the　chapel。　She　felt　his　stare。
　〃Judith　。　。　。〃　he　said；　as　if　astonished。
　〃That's　me；〃　she　replied；　knowing　that　to　lay　claim　to　that　identity　was　somehow　momentous。
　Squatting　in　the　humus　a　little　way　from　them　she　saw　the　other　voider。　It　was　idly　perusing　the　body　of　Skin；　running　its　fingers　over　the　dog's　flank。　She　looked　away；　unwilling　to　have　the　strange　joy　she　felt　soured　by　morbidity。
　She　and　Dowd　had　reached　the　edge　of　the　wood；　where　she　had　an　unhindered　view　of　the　sky。　The　sun　was　sinking；　gaining　color　as　it　fell　and　lending　a　new　glamour　to　the　vista　of　park；　terraces；　and　house。
　〃I　feel　as　though　I've　been　here　before；〃　she　said。
　The　thought　was　strangely　soothing。　Like　the　feelings　she　had　towards　Oscar；　it　rose　from　some　place　in　her　she　didn't　remember　owning；　and　identifying　its　source　was　not　for　now　as　important　as　accepting　its　presence。　That　she　did；　gladly。　She'd　spent　so　much　of　her　recent　life　in　the　grip　of　events　that　lay　outside　her　power　to　control；　it　was　a　pleasure　to　touch　a　source　of　feeling　that　was　so　deep；　so　instinctive；　she　didn't　need　to　analyze　its　intentions。　It　was　part　of　her；　and　therefore　good。　Tomorrow；　maybe；　or　the　day　after；　she'd　question　its　significance　more　closely。
　〃Do　you　remember　anything　specific　about　this　place？〃　Dowd　asked　her。
　She　mused　on　this　for　a　time；　then　said；　〃No。　It's　just　a　feeling　of。　。　。　belonging。〃
　〃Then　maybe　it's　better　not　to　remember；〃　came　the　reply。　〃You　know　memory。　It　can　be　very　treacherous。〃
　She　didn't　like　this　man；　but　there　was　merit　in　his　observation。　She　could　barely　remember　ten　years　of　her　own　span；　thinking　back　beyond　that　would　be　near　impossible。　If　the　recollections　came；　in　the　fullness　of　time；　she'd　wele　them。　But　for　now　she　had　a　brimming　cup　of　feelings；　and　perhaps　they　were　all　the　more　attractive　for　their　mystery。
　There　were　raised　voices　from　the　chapel；　though　the　echo　within　and　the　distance　without　made　prehension　impossible。
　〃A　little　sibling　rivalry；〃　Dowd　remarked。　〃How　does　it　feel　being　a　woman　contested　over？〃
　〃There's　no　contest；〃　she　replied。
　〃They　don't　seem　to　think　so；〃　he　said。
　The　voices　were　shouts　now；　rising　to　a　pitch；　then　suddenly　subdued。　One　of　them　went　on　talking…Oscar；　she　thought…interrupted　by　exhortations　from　the　other。　Were　they　bargaining　over　her；　throwing　their　bids　back　and　forth？　She　started　to　think　she　should　intervene。　Go　back　to　the　chapel　and　make　her　allegiance；　irrational　as　it　was；　quite　plain。　Better　to　tell　the　truth　now　than　let　Charlie　bargain　away　his　goods　and　chattels　only　to　discover　the　prize　wasn't　his　to　have。　She　turned　and　began　to　walk　towards　the　chapel。
　〃What　are　you　doing？〃　said　Dowd。
　〃I　have　to　talk　to　them。〃
　〃Mr。　Godolphin　told　you…〃
　〃I　heard　him。　I　have　to　talk　to　them。〃
　Off　to　her　right　she　saw　the　voider　rise　from　its　haunches；　its　eyes　not　on　her　but　on　the　open　door。　It　sniffed　the　air；　then　let　out　a　whistle　as　plaintive　as　a　whine　and　started　toward　the　building　with　a　loping；　almost　bestial；　gait。　It　reached　the　door　before　Jude；　stepping　on　its　dead　brother　in　its　haste　to　be　inside。　As　she　came　within　a　couple　of　yards　of　the　door　she　caught　the　scent　that　had　set　it　whining。　A　breeze…too　warm　for　the　season　and　carrying　perfumes　too　strange　for　this　world…came　to　meet　her　out　of　the　chapel；　and　to　her　horror　she　realized　that　history　was　repeating　itself。　The　train　between　the　Dominions　was　being　boarded　inside；　and　the　wind　she　smelled　was　blowing　along　the　track　from　its　destination。
　〃Oscar！〃　she　yelled；　stumbling　over　the　body　as　she　threw　herself　inside。
　The　travelers　were　already　dispatched。　She　saw　them　passing　from　view　like　Gentle　and　Pie　'oh1　pah；　except　that　the　voider；　desperate　to　go　with　them；　was　pitching　itself　into　the　flux　of　passage。　She　might　have　done　the　same；　but　that　its　error　was　evident。　Caught　in　the　flux；　but　too　late　to　be　taken　where　the　travelers　had　gone；　its　whistle　became　a　screech　as　it　was　unknitted。　Its　arms　and　head；　thrust　into　the　knot　of　power　which　marked　the　place　of　departure；　began　to　turn　inside　out。　Its　lower　half；　untouched　by　the　power；　convulsed；　its　legs　scrambling　for　purchase　on　the　mosaic　as　it　tried　to　retrieve　itself。　Too　late。　She　saw　its　head　and　torso　unveiled；　saw　the　skin　of　its　arms　stripped　and　sucked　away。
　The　power　that　trapped　it　quickly　died。　But　it　was　not　so　lucky。　With　its　arms　still　clutching　at　the　world　it　had　perhaps　glimpsed　as　its　eyes　went　from　its　head；　it　dropped　to　the　ground；　the　blue…black　stew　of　its　innards　spilling　across　the　mosaic。　Even　then；　gutted　and　blind；　its　body　refused　to　cease。　It　thrashed　in　its　coils　like　the　victims　of　a　grand　mal。
　Dowd　stepped　past　her；　approached　the　passing　place　cautiously　for　fear　the　flux　had　left　an　echo；　but；　finding　none；　drew　a　gun　from　inside　his　jacket　and；　eyeing　some　vulnerable　place　in　the　mess　at　his　feet；　fired　twice。　The　voider's　throes　slowed；　then　stopped。　Sighing　heavily；　Dowd　stepped　away　from　the　body　and　returned　to　where　Jude　stood。
　〃You　shouldn't　be　here；〃　he　said。　〃None　of　this　is　for　your　eyes。〃
　〃Why　not？　I　know　where　they've　gone。〃
　〃Oh；　do　you？〃　he　said；　raising　a　quizzical　eyebrow。　〃And　where's　that？〃
　〃To　the　Imajica；〃　she　said；　affecting　plete　familiarity　with　the　notion；　though　it　still　astonished　her。
　He　made　a　tiny　smile；　though　she　wasn't　sure　whether　it　was　one　of　acceptance　or　subtle　mockery。　He　watched　her　study　him；　almost　basking　in　her　scrutiny；　taking　it；　perhaps；　for　simple　admiration。
　〃And　how　do　you　know　about　the　Imajica？〃　he　inquired。
　〃Doesn't　everybody？〃
　〃I　think　you　know　better　than　that；〃　he　replied。　〃Though　how　much　better；　I'm　not　entirely　sure。〃
　She　was　something　of　an　enigma　to　him；　she　suspected；　and；　as　long　as　she　remained　so；　might　hope　to　keep　him　friendly。
　〃Do　you　think　they　made　it？〃　she　asked。
　〃Who　knows？　The　voider　may　have　spoilt　their　passage　by　trying　to　tag　along。　They　may　not　have　reached　Yzord…derrex。〃
　〃So　where　will　they　be？〃
　〃In　the　In　Ovo；　of　course。　Somewhere　between　here　and　the　Second　Dominion。〃
　〃And　how　will　they　get　back？〃　〃Simple；〃　he　said。　〃They　won't。〃
　
　So　they　waited。　Or；　rather；　she　waited；　watching　the　sun　disappear　behind　trees　blotted　with　rookeries；　and　the　evening　stars　appearing　as　light　bringers　in　its　place。　Dowd　busied　himself　dealing　with　the　bodies　of　the　voiders；　dragging　them　out　of　the　chapel；　making　a　simple　pyre　of　dead　wood；　and　burning　them　upon　it。　He　showed　not　the　least　concern　that　she　was　witnessing　this；　which　was　a　lesson　and　perhaps　a　warning　to　her。　He　apparently　assumed　she　was　part　of　the　secret　world　he　and　the　voiders　occupied；　not　subject　to　the　laws　and　moralities　the　rest　of　the　world　was　bounded　by。　In　seeing　all　she'd　seen；　and　passing　herself　off　as　expert　in　the　ways　of　the　Imajica；　she　had　bee　a　conspirator。　There　was　no　way　back