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d。 Dusk in this Dominion usually lasted the length of an English midwinter day…five or six hours…the tail of the et keeping traces of light in the sky long after its fiery head had dropped beneath the horizon。 But the smoke thickened as Gentle and Huzzah traveled； eclipsing the languid light and plunging the city into a filthy gloom。 There were still the fires to pensate； of course； but between the conflagration； in streets where the lamps hadn't been lit and the citizens had shuttered their windows and blocked their keyholes to keep any sign of occupation from showing； the darkness was almost impenetrable。 In such thoroughfares Gentle hoisted Huzzah onto his shoulders； from which vantage point she was able to snatch sights to steer him by。
It was slow going； however； halting at each intersection to calculate the least dangerous route to follow； and taking refuge at the approach of both governmental and revolutionary troops。 But for every soldier in this war there were half a dozen bystanders； people daring the tide of battle like beachbers； retreating before each wave； only to return to their watching places when it receded： a sometimes lethal game。 A similar dance was demanded of Gentle and Huzzah。 Driven off course again and again； they were obliged to trust to instinct as to their direction； and inevitably instinct finally deserted them。
In an unmon hush between clamors and bombardments； Gentle said； 〃Angel？ I don't know where we are any more。〃
A prehensive fusillade had brought down most of the Kesparate around them； and there were precious few places of refuge amid the rubble； but Huzzah insisted they find one： a call of nature that could be delayed no longer。
Gentle set her down； and she headed off for the dubious cover of a semidemolished house some yards up the street。 He stood guard at the door； calling inside to her and telling her not to venture too far。 He'd no sooner offered this warning than the appearance of a small band of armed men drove him back into the shadows of the doorway。 But for their weapons； which had presumably been plucked from dead men； they looked ill suited to the role of revolutionaries。 The eldest； a barrel of a man in late middle age； still wore the hat and tie he'd most likely gone to work in that morning； while two of his acplices were barely older than Huzzah。 Of the two remaining members； one was an Oethac woman； the other of the tribe to which the executioner in Vanaeph had belonged： a Nullianac； its head like hands joined in prayer。
Gentle glanced back into the darkness； hoping to hush Huzzah before she emerged； but there was no sign of her。 He left the step and headed into the ruins。 The floor was sticky underfoot； though he couldn't see with what。 He did see Huzzah； however； or her silhouette； as she rose from relieving herself。 She saw him too and made a little noise of protest； which he hushed as loudly as he dared。 A fresh bombardment close by brought shock waves and bursts of light； by which he glimpsed their refuge： a domestic interior； with a table set for the evening meal； and its cook dead beneath it； her blood the stickiness under his heel。
Beckoning Huzzah to him and holding her tight； he ventured back towards the door as a second bombardment began。 It drove the looters to the step for cover； and the Oethac caught sight of Gentle before he could retreat into shadow。 She let out a shout； and one of the youths fired into the darkness where Gentle and Huzzah had stood； the bullets spattering plaster and wood splinters in all directions。 Backing away from the door through which their attackers were bound to e； Gentle ushered Huzzah into the darkest corner and drew a breath。 He barely had time to do so before the trigger…happy youth was at the doorway； firing indiscriminately。 Gentle unleashed a pneuma from the darkness； and it flew towards the door。 He'd underestimated his strength。 The gunman was obliterated in an instant； but the pneuma took the door frame and much of the wall to either side of it at the same time。
Before the dust could clear and the survivors e after them； he went to find Huzzah； but the wall against which she'd been crouching was cracked and curling like a stone wave。 He yelled her name as it broke。 Her shriek answered him； off to his left。 The Nullianac had snatched her up； and for a terrifying instant Gentle thought it intended to annihilate her； but instead it drew her to it like a doll and disappeared into the dust clouds。
He started in pursuit without a backward glance； an error that brought him to his knees before he'd covered two yards of ground； as the Oethac woman delivered a stabbing blow to the small of his back。 The wound wasn't deep； but the shock drove his breath from him as he fell； and her second blow would have taken out the back of his skull had he not rolled out of its way。 The small pick she was wielding； wet with his blood； buried itself in the ground； and before she could pull it free he hauled himself to his feet and started after Huzzah and her abductor。 The second youth was moving after the Nullianac； squealing with drugged or drunken glee； and Gentle followed the sound when he lost the sight； the chase taking him out of the wasteland and into a Kesparate that had been left relatively untouched by the conflict。
There was good reason。 The trade here was in sexual favors； and business was booming。 Though the streets were narrower than in any other district Gentle had passed through； there was plenty of light spilling from the doorways and windows； the lamps and candles arranged to best illuminate the wares lolling on step and sill。 Even a passing glance confirmed that there were anatomies and gratifications on offer here that beggared the most dissolute backwaters of Bangkok or Tangiers。 Nor was there any paucity of customers。 The imminence of death seemed to have whipped up the consensual libido。 Even if the flesh pushers and pill pimps who offered their highs as Gentle passed never made it to morning； they'd die rich。 Needless to say； the sight of a Nullianac carrying a protesting child barely warranted a look in a street sacred to depravity； and Gentle's calls for the abductor to be stopped went ignored。
The crowd thickened the farther down the street he ventured； and he finally lost both sight and sound of those he was pursuing。 There were alleyways off the main thoroughfare （its name…Lickerish Street…daubed on one of the bordello walls）； and the darkness of any of them might be concealing the Nullianac。 He started to yell Huzzah's name； but in the e…ons and hagglings two shouted syllables were drowned out。 He was about to run on when he glimpsed a man backing out of one of the alleyways with distress on his face。 He pushed his way through to the man and took hold of his arm； but he shrugged it off and fled before Gentle could ask what he'd seen。 Rather than call Huzzah's name again； Gentle saved his breath and headed down the alley。
There was a fire of mattresses burning twenty yards down it； tended by a masked woman。 Insects had nested in the ticking and were being driven out by the flames； some attempting to fly on burning wings； only to be swatted by the fire maker。 Ducking her wild swings； Gentle asked after the Nullianac； and the woman directed him on down the alley with a nod。 The ground was seething with refugees from the mattresses； and he broke a hundred shells with every step until he was well clear of the fumigator's fire。 Lickerish Street was now too far behind him to shed any light on the scene； but the bombardment which the crowd behind him had been so indifferent to still continued all around； and explosions farther up the city's slopes briefly but garishly lit the alleyway。 It was narrow and filthy； the buildings blinded by brick or boarded up； the road between scarcely more than a gutter； choked with trash and decaying vegetable matter。 Its stench was sickening； but he breathed it deeply； hoping the pneuma born of and on that foetid air would be all the more potent for its foulness。 The theft of Huzzah had already earned her abductors their deaths； but if they had done the least hurt to her he swore to himself he'd return that hurt a hundredfold before he executed them。
The alleyway twisted and turned； narrowing to a man's width in some places； but the sense that he was closing on them was confirmed when he heard the youth whooping a little way ahead。 He slowed his pace a little； advancing through shin…deep refuse； until he came in sight of a light。 The alleyway ended a few yards from where he stood； and there； squatting with its back to the wall； was the Nullianac。 The light source was neither lamp nor fire but the creature's head； between the sides of which arcs of energy passed back and forth。
By their flickers； Gentle saw his angel； lying on the ground in front of her captor。 She was quite still； her body limp； her eyes closed； for which fact Gentle was grateful； given the Nullianac's present labors。 It had stripped the lower half of her body； and its long； pale hands were busy upon her。 The whooper was standing a little way off from the scene。 He was unzipped； his gun in one hand； his half…hard member in the other。 Every now and then he aimed the gun at the child's head； and anothe