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were to spread the rumor that everyone in Paris is cutting off their right arms these days； we'd be tripping over hacked…off limbs all the way to Scopique's house。〃
〃It wasn't like this when you were here？〃
〃Not in L'Himby。 As I said； it was a place of meditation。 But in Patashoqua； yes； always； because it's so close to the Fifth； so the influence is very strong。 And there's always been a few minor Maestros； you know； traveling back and forth； bringing styles； bringing ideas。 A few of them made a kind of business of it； crossing the In Ovo every few months to get news of the Fifth and selling it to the fashion houses； the architects； and so on。 So damn decadent。 It revolts me。〃
〃But you did the same thing； didn't you？ You became part of the Fifth Dominion。〃
〃Never here；〃 the mystif said； its fist to its chest。 〃Never in my heart。 My mistake was getting lost in the In Ovo and letting myself be summoned to earth。 When I was there I played the human game； but only as much as I had to。〃
Despite their baggy and by now well…crumpled clothes； both Pie and Gentle were bare…headed and smooth…skulled； so they attracted a good deal of attention from envious poseurs parading on the pavement。 It was far from wele； of course。 If Pie's theory was correct and Ham…meryock or Pontiff Farrow had described them to the Autarch's torturers； their likenesses might very well have appeared in the broadsheets of L'Himby。 If so； an envious dandy might have them removed from the petition with a few words in a soldier's ear。 Would it not be wiser； Gentle suggested； if they hailed a taxi； and traveled a little more discreetly？ The mystif was reluctant to do so； explaining that it could not remember Scopique's address； and their only hope of finding it was to go on foot； while Pie followed its nose。 They made a point of avoiding the busier parts of the street； however； where cafe customers were outside enjoying the evening air or； less frequently； where soldiers gathered。 Though they continued to attract interest and admiration； nobody challenged them； and after twenty minutes they turned off the main thoroughfare； the well…tended buildings giving way within a couple of blocks to grimier structures； the fops to grimmer souls。
〃This feels safer；〃 Gentle said； a paradoxical remark given that the streets they were wandering through now were the kind they would have instinctively avoided in any city of the Fifth： ill…lit backwaters； where many of the houses had fallen into severe disrepair。 Lamps burned in even the most dilapidated； however； and children played in the gloomy streets despite the lateness of the hour。 Their games were those of earth； give or take a detail…not filched； but invented by young minds from the same basic materials： a ball and a bat； some chalk and a pavement； a rope and a rhyme。 Gentle found it reassuring to walk among them and hear their laughter； which was indistinguishable from that of human children。
Eventually the tenanted houses gave way to total dereliction； and it was clear from the mystif s disgruntlement that it was no longer sure of its whereabouts。 Then； a little noise of pleasure； as it caught sight of a distant structure。
〃That's the temple。〃 Pie pointed to a monolith some miles from where they stood。 It was unlit and seemed forsaken； the ground in its vicinity leveled。 〃Scopique had that view from his toilet window； I remember。 On fine days he said he used to throw open the window and contemplate and defecate simultaneously。〃
Smiling at the memory； the mystif turned its back on the sight。
〃The bathroom faced the temple； and there were no more streets between the house and the temple。 It was mon land； for the pilgrims to pitch their tents。〃
〃So we're walking in the right direction；〃 Gentle said。 〃We just need the last street on our right。〃
〃That seems logical；〃 Pie said。 〃I was beginning to doubt my memory。〃
They didn't have much farther to look。 Two more blocks； and the rubble…strewn streets came to an abrupt end。
〃This is it。〃
There was no triumph in Pie's voice； which was not surprising； given the scene of devastation before them。 While it was time that had undone the splendor of the streets they'd passed through； this last had been prey to more systematic assault。 Fires had been set in several of the houses。 Others looked as though they'd been used for target practice by a Panzer division。
〃Somebody got here before us；〃 Gentle said。
〃So it seems；〃 Pie replied。 〃I must say I'm not altogether surprised。〃
〃So why the hell did you bring us here？〃
〃I had to see for myself；〃 Pie said。 〃Don't worry； the trail doesn't end here。 He'll have left a message。〃
Gentle didn't remark on how unlikely he thought this； but followed the mystif along the street until it stopped in front of a building that； while not reduced to a heap of blackened stones； looked ready to succumb。 Fire had eaten out its eyes； and the once…fine door had been replaced with partially rotted timbers； all this illuminated not by lamplight （the street had none） but by a scattering of stars。
〃Better you stay out here；〃 Pie 'oh' pah said。 〃Scopique may have left defenses。〃
〃Like what？〃
〃The Unbeheld isn't the only one who can conjure guardians；〃 Pie replied。 〃Please； Gentle 。 。 。 I'd prefer to do this alone。〃
Gentle shrugged。 〃Do as you wish；〃 he said。 Then； as an afterthought； 〃You usually do。〃
He watched Pie climb the debris…covered steps； pull several of the timbers off the door； and slip out of sight。 Rather than wait at the threshold； Gentle wandered farther along the row to get another view of the temple； musing as he went that this Dominion； like the Fourth； had confounded not only his expectations but those of Pie as well。 The safe haven of Vanaeph had almost seen their execution； while the murderous wastes of the mountains had offered resurrections。 And now L'Himby； a sometime city of meditation； reduced to gaud and rubble。 What next？ He wondered。 Would they arrive in Yzordderrex only to find it had spurned its reputation as the Babylon of the Dominions and bee a New Jerusalem？
He stared across at the shadowy temple； his mind straying back to a subject that had occupied him several times on their journey through the Third： how best to address the challenge of making a map of the Dominions； so that when they finally returned to the Fifth Dominion he could give his friends some sense of how the lands lay。 They'd traveled on all kinds of roads； from the Patashoquan Highway to the dirt tracks between Happi and Mai…ke； they'd wound through verdant valleys and scaled heights where even the hardiest moss would perish； they'd had the luxury of chariots and the loyalty of doeki； they'd sweated and frozen and gone dreamily； like poets into some place of fancy； doubting their senses and themselves。 All this needed setting down： the routes； the cities； the ranges； and the plains all needed laying in two dimensions； to be pored over at leisure。 In time； he thought； putting the challenge off yet again； in time。
He looked back towards Scopique's house。 There was no sign of Pie emerging； and he began to wonder if some harm had befallen the mystif inside。 He walked back to the steps； climbed them； and…feeling a little guilty…slid through the gap between the timbers。 The starlight had more difficulty getting in than he did； and his blindness put a chill in him； bringing to mind the measureless darkness of the ice cathedral。 On that occasion the mystif had been behind him； this time； in front。 He waited a few seconds at the door； until his eyes began to make out the interior。 It was a narrow house； full of narrow places； but there was a voice in its depths； barely above a whisper； which he pursued； stumbling through the murk。 After only a few paces he realized it was not Pie speaking but someone hoarse and panicked。 Scopique； perhaps； still taking refuge in the ruins？
A glimmer of light； no brighter than the dimmest star； led him to a door through which he had sight of the speaker。 Pie was standing in the middle of the blackened room； turned from Gentle。 Over the mystif s shoulder Gentle saw the light's fading source： a shape hanging in the air； like a web woven by a spider that aspired to portraiture； and held aloft by the merest breeze。 Its motion was not arbitrary； however。 The gossamer face opened its mouth and whispered its wisdom。
〃…no better proof than in these cataclysms。 We must hold to that； my friend； hold to it and pray。 。 。 no； better not pray。 。 。 I doubt every God now； especially the Aboriginal。 If the children are any measure of the Father； then He's no lover of justice or goodness。〃
〃Children？〃 said Gentle。
The breath the word came upon seemed to flutter in the threads。 The face grew long； the mouth tearing。
The mystif glanced behind and shook its head to silence the trespasser。 Scopique…for this was surely his message… was talking again。
〃Believe me when I say we know only the tenth part of a tenth part of the plots laid in this。 Long before the Reconciliation； forces were at work to undo it； that's my firm belief。 And it's reasonable to assume that those forces have not perished。 They're working in this Dominion； and the Dominion from which you've e。 They strategize not