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t his instinct was healthier。 They both had work to do。
〃I'd rather stay here than return to the studio；〃 he said。 〃Would you mind？〃
〃Not at all；〃 she replied。 〃In fact； I'd like you to stay。〃
〃I'll be ing and going at odd hours。〃
〃As long as you find your way back into bed once in a while；〃 she said。
〃I'll be with you；〃 he said； running his hand down from her neck to rub her belly。 〃From now on； I'll be with you night and day。〃
10
Though Jude's memory of the night before was vivid； she had no recollection of either herself or Gentle taking the telephone off the hook； and it wasn't until nine…thirty the following morning； when she decided to call Clem； that she realized that one of them had done so。 She replaced the receiver； only to have the telephone ring seconds later。 At the other end of the line was a voice she'd almost given up expecting to hear again： Oscar。 At first she thought he was breathless； but after a few stumbling sentences she realized his pantings were barely suppressed sobs。
〃Where have you been； my darling？ I've rung and rung since I got your note。 I thought you were dead。〃
〃The phone was off the hook； that's all。 Where are you？〃
〃At the house。 Will you e？ Please。 I need you here！〃 He spoke with escalating panic； as though she were punctuating his appeals with refusals。 〃We don't have much time。〃
〃Of course I'll e；〃 she told him。
〃Now；〃 he insisted。 〃You've got to e now。〃
She told him she'd be on his doorstep within the hour； and he replied that she'd find him waiting。 Putting off her call to Clem and putting on a little makeup； she headed out。 Though it wasn't yet midmorning the sun was blazing hot； and as she drove she remembered the monologue that she and Gentle had been treated to on their ride back from the estate。 Monsoons and heat waves all through the summer； the doomsayer had predicted； and how he'd relished his prophecies！ She'd thought his enthusiasm grotesque at the time； a petty mind indulging in apocalyptic fantasies。 But now； after the extraordinary night she'd had with Gentle； she found herself wondering how these bright streets might be made to experience the miracles of the previous midnight： sluiced of vehicles by an almighty rain； then softened in the blaze of sun； so that solid matter flowed like warm treacle and a city divided into public places and private； into wealthy ghettoes and gutters； became a continuum。 Was this what Gentle had meant when he'd talked about her sharing his vision？ If so； she was ready for more。
Regent's Park Road was quieter than usual。 There were no kids playing on the pavement and； though she'd had a hellish time carving her way through the traffic just two streets away； no vehicles parked within half a mile of the house。 It stood shunned； but for her。 She didn't need to knock。 Before she'd even set her heel on the step the door was opening； and there was Oscar； looking harried； beckoning her in。 He answered the door dry…eyed； but as soon as it was closed and locked and bolted； he put his arms around her and the tears began； great sobs that racked his bulk。 Over and over he told her how much he loved her； missed her； and needed her； now more than ever。 She embraced him and calmed him as best she could。 After a time he controlled himself and ushered her through to the kitchen。 The lights were burning throughout the house； but after the blaze of the day their contribution looked jaundiced and didn't flatter him。 His face was pale； where it wasn't discolored with bruises； his hands were puffed and raw。 There were other wounds； she guessed； beneath his unpressed clothes。 Watching him brew Earl Grey for them； she saw a look of disfort cross his face when he moved too fast。 Their talk； of course； rapidly turned to their parting at the Retreat。
〃I was certain Dowd would slit your throat as soon as you got to Yzordderrex。〃
〃He didn't lay a finger on me；〃 she said。 Then added； 〃That's not quite true。 He did later。 But when we arrived he was too badly hurt。〃 She paused。 〃So are you。〃
〃I was in a pretty wretched state；〃 he said。 〃I wanted to follow you； but I could barely stand。 I came back here； got a gun； licked my wounds awhile； then crossed over。 But by that time you'd gone。〃
〃So you did follow？〃
〃Of course。 Did you think I'd leave you in Yzordderrex？〃
He set a large cup of tea in front of her； and honey to sweeten it with。 She didn't usually indulge； but she hadn't breakfasted； so she put enough spoonfuls of honey into the tea to turn it into an aromatic syrup。
〃By the time I reached Peccable's house；〃 Oscar went on； 〃it was empty。 There were riots going on outside。 I didn't know where to start looking for you。 It was a nightmare。〃
〃You know the Autarch was deposed？〃
〃No； I didn't； but I'm not surprised。 Every New Year； Peccable would say； He'll go this year； he'll go this year。 What happened to Dowd； by the way？〃
〃He's dead；〃 she said； with a little smile of satisfaction。
〃Are you sure？ His type is difficult to kill； my dear； let me tell you。 I speak from bitter experience。〃
〃You were saying…〃
〃Yes。 What was I saying？〃
〃That you followed us and found Peccable's house empty。〃
〃And half the city in flames。〃 He sighed。 〃It was tragic； seeing it like that。 All that mindless destruction。 The revenge of the proles。 Oh； I know； I should be celebrating a victory for democracy； but what's going to be left？ My lovely Yzordderrex： rubble。 I looked at it and I said； This is the end of an era； Oscar。 After this； everything'll be different。 Darker。〃 He looked up from the tea into which he'd been staring。 〃Did Peccable survive； do you know？〃
〃He was going to leave with Hoi…Poltoi。 I assume he did。 He emptied the cellar。〃
〃No； that was me。 And I'm glad I did it。〃
He cast a glance towards the windowsill。 Nestling among the domestic bric…a…brac were a series of diminutive figurines。 Talismans； she guessed： part of the horde from Peccable's cellar。 Some were looking into the room； others out。 They were all little paradigms of aggression； with positively rabid expressions on their garishly painted faces。
〃But you're my best protection；〃 he said。 〃Just having you here； I feel we've got some chance of surviving this mess。〃 He put his hand over hers。 〃When I got your note and knew you'd survived； I began to hope a little。 Then of course I couldn't get hold of you； and I began to imagine the worst。〃
She looked up from his hand and saw on his plagued face a family resemblance she'd never glimpsed before。 There was an echo of Charlie in him； the Charlie of the Hampstead hospice； sitting at his window talking about bodies being dug up in the rain。
〃Why didn't you just e to the flat？〃 she said。
〃I couldn't leave here。〃
〃Are you that badly hurt？〃
〃It's not what's in here that held me back；〃 he said； putting his hand to his chest。 〃It's what's out there。〃
〃You still think the Tabula Rasa's going to e after you？〃
〃God； no。 They're the least of our worries。 I half thought of warning one or two of them： anonymously； you know。 Not Shales or McGann； or that idiot Bloxham。 They can fry in Hell。 But Lionel was always friendly； even when he was sober。 And the ladies。 I don't like the idea of their deaths on my conscience。〃
〃So who are you hiding from？〃
〃The fact is； I don't know；〃 he admitted。 〃I see images in the bowl； and I can't quite make them out。〃
She'd forgotten the Boston Bowl； with its blur of prophetic stones。 Now Oscar was apparently hanging on its every rattle。
〃Something's crossed over from the Dominions； my dear；〃 he said。 〃I'm certain of that。 I saw it ing after you。 Trying to smother you。。。。〃
He looked as though tears were going to overtake him again； but she reassured him； lightly patting his hand as though he were some addled old man。
〃Nothing's going to harm me；〃 she said。 〃I've survived too much in the last few days。〃
〃You've never seen a power like this；〃 he warned her。 〃And neither's the Fifth。〃
〃If it came from the Dominions； then it's the Autarch's doing。〃
〃You sound very certain。〃
〃That's because I know who he is。〃
〃You've been listening to Peccable；〃 he said。 〃He's full of theories； darling； but they're not worth a damn。〃
His not…so…faint condescension irritated her； and she drew her hand out from under his。 〃My source is a lot more reliable than Peccable；〃 she said。
〃Oh？〃 He realized he'd caused offense and indulged her。 〃Who's that？〃
〃Quaisoir。〃
〃Quaisoir？ How the hell did you get to her？〃 His surprise seemed to be as genuine as his humoring had been feigned。
〃Don't you have any idea？〃 she asked him。 〃Didn't Dowd ever talk to you about the old days？〃
Now his expression became guarded； almost suspicious。
〃Dowd served generations of Godolphins；〃 she said。 〃Surely you knew that？ Right back to crazy Joshua。 In fact； he was Joshua's right…hand man； if man's the word。〃
〃I was aware of that；〃 Oscar said softly。
〃Then you knew about me too？〃
He said nothing；
〃Did you； Oscar？〃
〃I didn't debate you with Dowd； if that's what you mean。〃
〃But you knew why you and Charlie kept me in the family？〃
Now it was he who was offended； he grimaced at her vocabulary。
〃That's what it was； Oscar。 You and Char