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danced in the murky air。 It was no time at all； neither morning nor afternoon nor night…it was time's Blasted Lands。 The Agincourt Hotel did seem made of stone； though Jack knew it was not…the wood seemed to have calcified and thickened； to have blackened of itself； from the inside out。 The brass weathervanes； wolf and crow and snake and circular cryptic designs Jack did not recognize； swung about to contradictory winds。 Several of the windows flashed a warning at Jack； but that might have been merely a reflection of one of the red flares。 He still could not see the bottom of the hill and the Agincourt's ground floor； and would not be able to see them until he had gone past the bookstore； tea shop； and other stores that had escaped the fire。 Where was Morgan Sloat？
Where； for that matter； was the whole god…forsaken reception mittee？ Jack tightened his grip on Richard's sticklike legs； hearing the Talisman call him again； and felt a tougher； stronger being rear up within him。
'Don't hate me because I couldn't 。 。 。' Richard said； his voice trailing off at the end。
JASON； E NOW E NOW！
Jack gripped Richard's thin legs and walked down past the burned…over area where so many houses had once stood。 The Territories trees which used these wasted blocks as their own private lunch counter whispered and stirred； but they were too far away to trouble Jack。
The woman in the midst of the empty littered street slowly swivelled around as she became aware of the boys' progress down the hill。 She was in the midst of a plex exercise； but all suggestion of Tai Chi Chuan left her when she dropped her arms and one outstretched leg and stood stockstill beside a dead dog； watching burdened Jack e down the hill toward her。 For a moment she seemed to be a mirage； too hallucinatory to be real； this starved woman with her stick…out hair and face the same brilliant orange； then she awkwardly bolted across the street and into one of the shops without a name。 Jack grinned； without knowing he was going to do it…the sense of triumph and of something he could only describe as armored virtue took him so much by surprise。
'Can you really make it there？' Richard gasped； and Jack said； 'Right now I can do anything。'
He could have carried Richard all the way back to Illinois if the great singing object imprisoned in the hotel had ordered him to do it。 Again Jack felt that sense of ing resolution； and thought； It's so dark here because all those worlds are crowded together； jammed up like a triple exposure on film。
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He sensed the people of Point Venuti before he saw them。 They would not attack him…Jack had known that with absolute certainty ever since the madwoman had fled into one of the shops。 They were watching him。 From beneath porches； through lattices； from the backs of empty rooms； they peered out at him； whether with fear； rage； or frustration he could not tell。
Richard had fallen asleep or passed out on his back； and was breathing in heated harsh little puffs。
Jack skirted the body of the dog and glanced sideways into the hole where the window of the Dangerous Planet Bookstore should have been。 At first he saw only the messy macaroni of used hypodermic needles which covered the floor； atop and beside the splayed books spread here and there。 On the walls； the tall shelves stood empty as yawns。 Then a convulsive movement in the dim back of the store caught his eye； and two pale figures coalesced out of the gloom。 Both had beards and long naked bodies in which the tendons stood out like cords。 The whites of four mad eyes flashed at him。 One of the naked men had only one hand and was grinning。 His erection waved before him； a thick pale club。 He couldn't have seen that； he told himself。 Where was the man's other hand？ He glanced back。 Now he saw only a tangle of skinny white limbs。
Jack did not look into the windows of any of the other shops； but eyes tracked him as he passed。
Soon he was walking past the tiny two…story houses。 YOU'RE DEAD NOW splayed itself on a side wall。 He would not look in the windows； he promised himself； he could not。
Orange faces topped with orange hair wagged through a downstairs window。
'Baby；' a woman whispered from the next house。 'Sweet baby Jason。' This time he did look。 You're dead now。 She stood just on the other side of a broken little window； twiddling the chains that had been inserted in her nipples； smiling at him lopsidedly。 Jack stared at her vacant eyes； and the woman dropped her hands and hesitantly backed away from the window。 The length of chain drooped between her breasts。
Eyes watched Jack from the backs of dark rooms； between lattices； from crawl spaces beneath porches。
The hotel loomed before him； but no longer straight ahead。 The road must have delicately angled； for now the Agincourt stood decidedly off to his left。 And did it； in fact； actually loom as mandingly as it had？ His Jason…side； or Jason himself； blazed up within Jack； and saw that the black hotel； though still very large； was nothing like mountainous。
E I NEED YOU NOW； sang out the Talisman。 YOU ARE RIGHT IT IS NOT AS GREAT AS IT WANTS YOU TO BELIEVE。
At the top of the last hill he stopped and looked down。 There they were； all right； all of them。 And there was the black hotel； all of it。 Main Street descended to the beach； which was white sand interrupted by big outcroppings of rocks like jagged discolored teeth。 The Agincourt reared up a short distance off to his left； flanked on the ocean side by a massive stone breakwater running far out into the water。 Before it； stretching out in a line； a dozen long black limousines； some dusty； others as polished as mirrors； sat； their motors running。 Streamers of white exhaust； low…flying clouds whiter than the air； drifted out from many of the cars。 Men in FBI…agent black suits patrolled along the fence； holding their hands up to their eyes。 When Jack saw two red flashes of light stab out before one of the men's faces； he reflexively dodged sideways around the side of the little houses； moving before he was actually conscious that the men carried binoculars。
For a second or two； he must have looked like a beacon； standing upright at the brow of a hill。 Knowing that a momentary carelessness had nearly led to his capture； Jack breathed hard for a moment and rested his shoulder against the peeling gray shingles of the house。 Jack hitched Richard up to a more fortable position on his back。
Anyhow； now he knew that he would somehow have to approach the black hotel from its sea side； which meant getting across the beach unseen。
When he straightened up again； he peeked around the side of the house and looked downhill。 Morgan Sloat's reduced army sat in its limousines or； random as ants； milled before the high black fence。 For a crazy moment Jack recalled with total precision his first sight of the Queen's summer palace。 Then； too； he had stood above a scene crowded with people moving back and forth with apparent randomness。 What was it like there； now？ On that day…which seemed to have taken place in prehistory； so far must he look back…the crowds before the pavillion； the entire scene； had in spite of all an undeniable aura of peace； of order。 That would be gone now； Jack knew。 Now Osmond would rule the scene before the great tentlike structure； and those people brave enough to enter the pavillion would scurry in； heads averted。 And what of the Queen？ Jack wondered。 He could not help remembering that shockingly familiar face cradled in the whiteness of bed linen。
And then Jack's heart nearly froze； and the vision of the pavillion and the sick Queen dropped back into a slot in Jack's memory。 Sunlight Gardener strolled into Jack's line of vision； a bullhorn in his hand。 Wind from the sea blew a thick strand of white hair across his sunglasses。 For a second Jack was sure that he could smell his odor of sweet cologne and jungle rot。 Jack forgot to breathe for perhaps five seconds； and just stood beside the cracked and peeling shingle wall； staring down as a madman yelled orders to black…suited men； pirouetted； pointed at something hidden from Jack； and made an expressive move of disapproval。
He remembered to breathe。
'Well； we've got an interesting situation here； Richard；' Jack said。 'We got a hotel that can double its size whenever it wants to； I guess； and down there we also have the world's craziest man。'
Richard； who Jack had thought was asleep； surprised him by mumbling something audible only as guffuf。
'What？'
'Go for it；' Richard whispered weakly。 'Move it； chum。'
Jack actually laughed。 A second later； he was carefully moving downhill past the backs of houses； going through tall horsetail grass toward the beach。
CHAPTER 40
Speedy on the Beach
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At the bottom of the hill； Jack flattened out in the grass and crawled； carrying Richard as he had once carried his backpack。 When he reached the border of high yellow weeds alongside the edge of the road； he inched forward on his belly and looked out。 Directly ahead of him； on the other side of the road； the beach began。 Tall weatherbeaten rocks jutted out of the grayish sand； grayish wa