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They'd left the doeki a little distance away and heard now a lowing sound。
〃Chester！〃 Gentle said； and went to the beasts。
Chester was lying on its side； its flank heaving。 Blood streamed from its mouth and nose； melting the snow it poured upon。
〃Oh； shit； Chester；〃 Gentle implored； 〃don't die。〃
But he'd no sooner put what he hoped was a forting hand on the doeki's flank than it turned its glossy brown eye towards him； let out one final moan； and stopped breathing。
〃We just lost fifty percent of our transport；〃 he said to Pie。
〃Look on the bright side。 We gained ourselves a week of meat。〃
Gentle glanced back towards the dead animal； wishing he'd taken Pie's advice and never named the beast。 Now when he sucked its bones he'd be thinking of Klein。
〃Will you do it or should I？〃 he said。 〃I suppose it should be me。 I named him； I should skin him。〃
The mystif didn't argue； only suggested that it should move the other animal out of sight of the scene； in case it too lost all will to live； seeing its rade disemboweled。 Gentle agreed； and watched while Pie led the fretting creature away。 Wielding the blade they'd been given as they left Beatrix； he then set about his butchering。 He rapidly discovered that neither he nor the knife were equal to the task。 The doeki's hide was thick； its fat rubbery； its meat tough。 After an hour of hacking and tearing he'd only managed to strip the hide from the upper half of its back leg and a small portion of its flank。 He was sticky with its blood and sweating inside his coat of furs。
〃Shall I take over？〃 Pie suggested。
〃No；〃 Gentle snapped； 〃I can do it；〃 and continued to labor in the same inept fashion； the blade dulled by now and the muscles driving it weary。
He waited a decent interval； then got up and went back to the fire where Pie was sitting； gazing into the flames。 Disgruntled by his defeat； he tossed； the knife down in the melting snow beside the fire。
〃I give up；〃 he said。 〃It's all yours。〃
Somewhat reluctantly； Pie picked up the knife； proceeded to sharpen it on the rock face； then went to work。 Gentle didn't watch。 Repulsed by the blood that had spattered him； he elected to brave the cold and wash it off。 He found a place a little way from the fire where the ground was untrammeled； removed his coat and shirt； and knelt down to bathe in the snow。 His skin crawled at the chill； but some urge to self…mortification was satisfied by this testing of will and flesh； and when he'd cleaned his hands and face he rubbed the pricking snow into his chest and belly； though the doeki's fluids hadn't stained him there。 The wind had dropped in the last little while； and the sky visible between the rocks was more gold than green。 He was seized by the need to stand unencumbered in its light； and without putting his coat back on he clambered up over the rocks to do so。 His hands were numb； and the climb was more arduous than he'd anticipated； but the scene above and below him when he reached the top of the rock was worth the effort。 No wonder Hapexamendios had e here on His way to His resting place。 Even gods might be inspired by such grandeur。 The peaks of the Jokalaylau receded in apparently infinite procession； their white slopes faintiy gilded by the heavens they reached for。 The silence could not have been more utter。
This vantage point served a practical as well as an aesthetic purpose。 The High Pass was plainly visible。 And so； some distance off to the right； was a sight perplexing enough for him to call the mystif up from its work。 A glacier； its surface shimmering； lay a mile or more from the rock。 But it wasn't the spectacle of such frozen enormity that claimed Gentle's eye； it was the presence within the ice of a litter of darker forms。
〃You want to go and find out what they are？〃 the mystif said； washing its bloodied hands in the snow。
〃I think we should；〃 Gentle replied； 〃If we're walking in the Unbeheld's footsteps； we should make it our business to see what He saw。〃
〃Or what He caused；〃 Pie said。
They descended； and Gentle put his shirt and coat back on。 The clothes were warm； having been left beside the fire； and he was glad of that fort； but they also stank of his sweat and of the animals whose backs they'd been stripped from； and he half wished he could go naked； rather than be burdened by another hide。
〃Have you finished with the skinning？〃 Gentle asked Pie as they set off； going by foot rather than waste the energies of their remaining vehicle。
〃I've done what I can；〃 Pie replied； 〃but it's crude。 I'm no butcher。〃
〃Are you a cook？〃 Gentle asked。 〃Not really。 Why'd you ask？〃
〃I've been thinking about food a lot； that's all。 You know； after this trip I may never eat meat again。 The fat！ The gristle！ It turns my stomach thinking about it。〃 〃You've got a sweet tooth。〃
〃You noticed。 I'd kill for a plate of profiteroles right now； swimming in chocolate sauce。〃 He laughed。 〃Listen to me。 The glories of Jokalaylau laid before us and I'm obsessing on profiteroles。〃 Then again； deadly serious。 〃Do they have chocolate in Yzordderrex？〃
〃By now； I'm sure they do。 But my people eat plainly； so I never got an addiction for sugar。 Fish； on the other hand…〃
〃Fish？〃 said Gentle。 〃I've no taste for it。〃 〃You'll get one in Yzordderrex。 There's restaurants down by the harbor 。 。 。〃 The mystifs talk turned into a smile。 〃Now I'm sounding like you。 We must both be sick of doekimeat。〃
〃Go on；〃 Gentle said。 〃I want to see you salivate。〃
〃There are restaurants down by the harbor where the fish is so fresh it's still flapping when they take it into the kitchen。〃
〃That's a remendation？〃
〃There's nothing in the world as good as fresh fish；〃 Pie said。 〃If the catch is good you've got a choice of forty； maybe fifty； dishes。 From tiny jepas to squeffah my size and bigger。〃
〃Is there anything I'd recognize？〃
〃A few species。 But why travel all this way for a cod steak when you could have squeffah？ Or better； there's a dish I have to order for you。 It's a fish called an ugichee； which is almost as small as a jepas； and it lives in the belly of another fish。〃
〃That sounds suicidal。〃
〃Wait； there's more。 The second fish is often eaten whole by a bloater called a coliacic。 They're ugly； but the meat melts like butter。 So if you're lucky； they'll grill all three of them together； just the way they were caught…〃
〃One inside the other？〃
〃Head； tail； the whole caboodle。〃
〃That's disgusting。〃
〃And if you're very lucky…〃
〃Pie…〃
〃…the ugichee's a female； and you find； when you cut through all three layers of fish…〃
〃…her belly's full of caviar。〃
〃You guessed it。 Doesn't that sound tempting？〃
〃I'll stay with my chocolate mousse and ice cream。〃
〃How is it you're not fat？〃
〃Vanessa used to say I had the palate of a child； the libido of an adolescent； and the…well； you can guess the rest。 I sweat it out making love。 Or at least I used to。〃
They were close to the edge of the glacier now； and their talk of fish and chocolate ceased； replaced by a grim silence； as the identity of the forms encased in the ice became apparent。 They were human bodies； a dozen or more。 Ice…locked around them； a collection of debris： fragments of blue stone； immense bowls of beaten metal； the remnants of garments； the blood on them still bright。 Gentle clambered and skidded across the top of the glacier until the bodies were directly beneath him。 Some were buried too deeply to be studied； but those closer to the surface…faces upturned； limbs fixed in attitudes of desperation…were almost too visible。 They were all women； the youngest barely out of childhood； the oldest a naked many…breasted hag who'd perished with her eyes still open； her stare preserved for the millennium。 Some massacre had occurred here； or farther up the mountain； and the evidence been thrown into this river while it still flowed。 Then； apparently； it had frozen around the victims and their belongings。
〃Who are they？〃 Gentle asked。 〃Any idea？〃 Though they were dead； the past tense didn't seem appropriate for corpses so perfectly preserved。
〃When the Unbeheld passed through the Dominions； He overthrew all the cults He deemed unworthy。 Most of them were sacred to Goddesses。 Their oracles and devotees were women。〃
〃So you think Hapexamendios did this？〃
〃If not him； then His agents； His Righteous。 Though on second thought He's supposed to have walked here alone； so maybe this is His handiwork。〃
〃Then whoever He is；〃 Gentle said； looking down at the child in the ice； 〃He's a murderer。 No better than you or me。〃
〃I wouldn't say that too loudly；〃 Pie advised。
〃Why not？ He's not here。〃
〃If this is His doing； He may have left entities to watch over it。〃
Gentle looked around。 The air could not have been clearer。 There was no sign of motion on the peaks or the snow…fields gleaming below。 〃If they're here I don't see 'em；〃 he said。
〃The worst are the ones you can't see；〃 Pie replied。 〃Shall we go back to the fire？〃
They were weighed down by what they'd seen； and the return journey took longer than the outward。 By the time they made the safety of their niche in the rocks； to weling grunts from the surviving doeki； the sky was losing its golde