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Was it possible that his revisionist purposes were about to be overwhelmed by some still greater revision？ He realized his dreams of a New Yzordderrex were valueless。 He'd said as much to his brother in the tower。 But even if he wasn't to be an empire builder here； he still had something to live for。 She was in the house in Gamut Street； yearning for him； he hoped； as he yearned for her。 He wanted continuance； even if it was as Hell to Gentle's Heaven。 But the desertion of this city made him wonder if even that was a pipe dream。
As the afternoon had crept on； he'd begun to look forward to reaching Gamut Street； simply for the signs of life it would provide。 But he'd arrived to find precious little fort here。 The phantoms that lingered at the perimeters only reminded him of how uncharitable death really was； and the sounds that issued from the house itself （a girl's giggling from one of the lower rooms； and later full…throated laughter； his brother's； from the Meditation Room） only seemed to him signs of an idiot optimism。
He wished he could scour these thoughts from his head； but there was no escape from them except； possibly； in the arms of his Judith。 She was in the house； that he knew。 But with the currents unleashed inside so strong； he dared not enter。 What he wanted； and what he finally got from Little Ease； was intelligence as to her state and whereabouts。 He'd assumed； wrongly as it turned out； that Judith was with the Reconciler。 She'd taken herself off to Yzordderrex； Little Ease said； and e back with fabulous tales。 But the Reconciler had not been much impressed by them。 There'd been a fracas； and he'd begun his working alone。
Why had she gone in the first place？ he inquired； but the 。 creature claimed it didn't know and could not be persuaded to supply an answer even though its limbs were half twisted off and its brain pan opened to the gek…a…gek's tongue。 It had died protesting its ignorance； and Sartori had left the pride to toy with the carcass； taking himself off along the roof to turn over what he'd learned。
Oh； for a wad of kreauchee； to subdue his impatience； or else make him brave enough to beat on the door and tell her to e out and make love among the phantoms。 But he was too tender to face the currents。 There'd e a time； … very soon； when the Reconciler； his gathering pleted； would retire to the Ana。 At that juncture the circle； its power no longer needed as a conduit to carry the analogues back into its reservoir； would turn off those currents and turn its attention to conveying the Reconciler through the In Ovo。 There； in that window between the Reconciler's removal to the Ana and the pletion of the working； he would act。 He'd enter the house and let the gek…a…gek take Gentle （and any who rose to protect him） while he claimed Judith。
Thinking of her； and of the kreauchee he yearned for； he brought the blue egg out of his pocket and put it to his lips。 He'd kissed its cool a thousand times in the last few hours； licked it； sucked it。 But he wanted it deeper inside him； locked up in his belly as she would be when they'd mated again。 He put it in his mouth； threw back his head； and swatlowed。 It went down easily； and granted him a few minutes of calm while he waited for the hour of his deliverance。
Had Gem's head not had two tenants he might well have forsaken his place at the front door during the hours in which the Reconciler worked above。 The currents which that process had unleashed had made his belly ache at the outset； but after a time their effect mellowed； suffusing his system with a serenity so persuasive he'd wanted to find a place to lie down and dream。 But Tay had policed such dereliction of duty severely； and whenever Clem's attention strayed he felt his lover's presence…which was so subtly wed and interwoven with his thoughts it only became apparent when there was a conflict of interests…rousing him to fresh vigilance。 So he kept his post； though by now it was surely an academic exercise。
The candle he had set beside the door was drowning in its own wax； and he had just stooped to wick the lip and let the excess flow off when he heard something hitting the step outside； the sound like that of a fish being slapped on a slab。 He gave up his candle work and put his ear to the door。 There was no further sound。 Had a fruit fallen from the tree outside the house； he wondered； or was there some stranger rain tonight？ He went from the door； through to the room where Monday had been entertaining Hoi…Polloi。 They'd left it for some more private place； taking two of the cushions with them。 The thought that there were lovers in the house tonight pleased him； and he silently wished them well as he crossed to the window。 It was darker outside than he'd expected； and though he had a view of the step he couldn't distinguish between objects lying upon it and the designs that Monday had drawn there。
Perplexed rather than anxious； he went back to the front door and listened again。 There were no further sounds； and he was tempted to let the matter alone。 But he half hoped some visionary rain had indeed begun to fall； and he was too curious to ignore the mystery。 He moved the candle from the door； the wax snuffing the flame as he did so。 No matter。 There were other candles burning at the bottom of the stairs； and he had sufficient light to find the bolts and slide them back。
In Celestine's room； Jude woke and raised her head from the mattress where she'd laid it an hour before。 The conversation between the women had continued for some while after their peacemaking； but Jude's exhaustion had finally caught up with her； and Celestine had suggested she rest for a while； which； reassured by Celestine's presence； she'd gladly done。 Now she stirred to find that Celestine had also succumbed； her head on the mattress； her body on the floor。 She was snoring softly； undisturbed by whatever had woken Jude。
The door was slightly ajar； and a perfume was ing through it； stirring a faint nausea in Jude's system。 She sat up and rubbed at the crick in her neck； then got to her feet。 She'd slipped off her shoes before she lay down； but rather than search for them in the darkened room she went out into the hallway barefoot。 The smell was much stronger now。 It was ing from the street outside； its route plain。 The front door was open； and the angels who'd been guarding it were gone。
Calling Clem's name； she crossed the hallway； her step slowing as she approached the open door。 The candles at the stairs were bright enough to shed some light upon the step。 There was something glistening there。 She picked up her speed again； asking for the Goddesses to be with her and with Clem。 Don't let this be him； she murmured； seeing that it was tissue glistening； and blood in a pool around it； please don't let this be him。
It wasn't。 Now that she was almost at the threshold she saw the remnants of a face there and knew it： Sartori's agent； Little Ease。 Its eyes had been scooped out； and its mouth； which had spewed pleas and flattery in such abundance； was tongueless。 But there was no doubting its identity。 Only a creature of the In Ovo could still twitch as this did； refusing to give up the semblance of life even if the fact of it had gone。
She looked beyond the trophy into the murk of the street； calling Clem's name again。 There was no answer at first。 Then she heard him； his shout half smothered。 〃Go back inside！ For…God's…sake； go back！〃
〃Clem？〃 She stepped out of the house； bringing new cries of alarm from the darkness。
〃Don't！ Don't！〃
〃I'm not going back without you；〃 she said； avoiding the
Oviate's head as she advanced。
She heard something let out a soft sound as she did so； like a creature growling with its maw full of bees。 〃Who's there？〃 she said。
There was no reply at first； but she knew it would e if she waited； and whose voice it would be when it did。 She did not anticipate the nature of the reply； however； or its falling note。
〃It wasn't supposed to happen this way；〃 Sartori said。
〃If you've hurt Clem…〃
〃I've no wish to hurt anybody。〃
She knew that was a lie。 But she also knew he'd do Clem no harm as long as he needed a hostage。
〃Let Clem go；〃 she said。 〃Will you e to me if I do？〃
She left a decent pause before replying； so as not to seem too eager。 〃Yes；〃 she said。 〃I'll e。〃 〃No； Judy！〃 Clem said。 〃Don't。 He's not alone。〃 She could see that now； as her eyes became more accustomed to the darkness。 Sleek； ugly beasts prowled back and forth。 One was up on its back legs； sharpening its claws on the tree。 Another was in the gutter； close enough for her to see its innards through its translucent skin。 Their ugliness didn't distress her。 Around the fringes of any drama such detritus was bound to accrue： scraps of discarded characters； soiled costumes； cracked masks。 They were irrelevancies； and her lover had taken them for pany because he felt a kinship with them。 She pitied them。 But him； who'd been most high； she pitied more。
〃I want to see Clem here on the step before I make a move；〃 she said。
There was a pause； then Sartori said； 〃I'm going to trust you。〃
His words were followed by further sounds from the Oviates that paced in the murk； and Jude saw two of them sl