cb.imajica1-第66节
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greater luxury。
He asked if they might move； saying only； 〃The wound。 。 。〃 by way of explanation。
She went onto her hands and knees； he slipping from her for a tormenting moment while she did so； then putting the curiosity back to work。 His rhythm instantly became more urgent； his fingers in her sex； his voice in her head； both expressing ecstasy。 The glyph brightened in her mind's eye； fiery from end to end。 She yelled out to him； first only yes and yes； then plainer demands； inflaming him to new invention。 The glyph became blinding； burning away all thought of where she was； or what； all memory of conjunctions past subsumed in this perpetuity。
She was not even aware that he'd spent himself until she felt him withdrawing； and then she reached behind her to keep him inside a while longer。 He obliged。 She enjoyed the sensation of his softening inside her； and even； finally； his exiting； the tender muscle yielding its prisoner reluctantly。 Then he rolled over onto the bed beside her and reached for the light。 It was dim enough not to sting； but still too bright； and she was about to protest when she saw that he was putting his fingers to his injured side。 Their congress had unknitted the wound。 Blood was running from it in two directions： down towards the curiosity； still nestled in the condom； and down his side to the sheet。
〃It's all right；〃 he said as she made to get up。 〃It looks worse than it is。〃
〃It still needs something to staunch it；〃 she said。
〃That's good Godolphin blood；〃 he said； wincing and grinning at the same moment。 His gaze went from her face to the portrait above the bed。 〃It's always flowed freely；〃 he said。
〃He doesn't look as though he approved of us；〃 she said。
〃On the contrary；〃 Oscar replied。 〃I know for a fact he'd adore you。 Joshua understood devotion。〃
She looked at the wound again。 Blood was seeping between his fingers。
〃Won't you let me cover that up？〃 she said。 〃It makes me queasy。〃
〃For you 。 。 。 anything。〃
〃Have you got any dressing？〃
〃Dowd's probably got some； but 1 don't want him knowing about us。 At least； not yet。 Let's keep it our secret。〃
〃You； me； and Joshua；〃 she said。
〃Even Joshua doesn't know what we got up to；〃 Oscar said； without a trace of irony audible in his voice。 〃Why do you think 1 turned the light out？〃
In lieu of fresh dressing she went through to the bathroom to find a towel。 While she was doing so he spoke to her through the open door。
〃I meant what I said； by the way；〃 he told her。
〃About what？〃
〃That I'll do anything for you。 At least； anything that's in my power to do or give。 I want you to stay with me； Judith。 I'm no Adonis； I know that。 But I learned a lot from Joshua 。 。 。 about devotion； 1 mean。〃 She emerged with the towel to be greeted by the same offer。 〃Anything you want。〃
〃That's very generous。〃
〃The pleasure's in the giving；〃 he said。
〃I think you know what I'd like most。〃
He shook his head。 〃I'm no good at guessing games。 Only cricket。 Just tell me。〃
She sat down on the edge of the bed and gently tugged his hand from the wound in his side； wiping the blood from between his fingers。
〃Say it；〃 he told her。
〃Very well；〃 she said。 〃I want you to take me out of this Dominion； I want you to show me Yzordderrex。〃
25
Twenty…two days after emerging from the icy wastes of the Jokalaylau into the balmier climes of the Third Dominion…days which had seen Pie and Gentle's fortunes rise dramatically as they journeyed through the Third's diverse territories…the wanderers were standing on a station platform outside the tiny town of Mai…ke； waiting for the train that once a week came through on its way from the city of lahmandhas； in the northeast； to L'Himby； half a day's journey to the south。
They were eager to be departing。 Of all the towns and villages they'd visited in the past three weeks； Mai…ke had been the least weling。 It had its reasons。 It was a munity under siege from the Dominion's two suns； the rains which brought the region its crops having failed to materialize for six consecutive years。 Terraces and fields that should have been bright with shoots were virtually dust bowls； stocks hoarded against this eventuality critically depleted。 Famine was imminent； and the village was in no mood to entertain strangers。 The previous night the entire populace had been out hi the drab streets praying aloud； these imprecations led by their spiritual leaders； who had about them the air of men whose invention was nearing its end。 The noise； so unmusical Gentle had observed that it would irritate the most sympathetic of deities； had gone on until first light； making sleep impossible。 As a consequence； exchanges between Pie and Gentle were somewhat tense this morning。
They were not the only travelers waiting for the train。 A fanner from Mai…ke〃 had brought a herd of sheep onto the platform； some of them so emaciated it was a wonder they could stand； and the flock had brought with them clouds of the local pest： an insect called a zarzi； that had the wing…span of a dragonfly and a body as fat and furred as a bee。 It fed on sheep ticks； unless it could find something more tempting。 Gentle's blood fell into this latter category； and the lazy whine of the zarzi was never far from his ears as he waited in the midday heat。 Their one informant in Mai…ke； a woman called Hairstone Banty； had predicted that the train would be on time； but it was already well overdue； which didn't augur well for the hundred other pieces of advice she'd offered them the night before。
Swatting zarzi to left and right； Gentle emerged from the shade of the platform building to peer down the track。 It ran without crook or bend to its vanishing point； empty every mile of the way。 On the rails a few yards from where he stood； rats； a gangrenous variety called graveolents； toed and fro…ed； gathering dead grasses for the nests they were constructing between the rails and the gravel the rails were set upon。 Their industry only served to irritate Gentle further。
〃We're stuck here forever；〃 he said to Pie； who was squatting on the platform making marks on the stone with a sharp pebble。 〃This is Hairstone's revenge on a couple of hoopreo。〃
He'd heard this term whispered in their presence countless times。 It meant anything from exotic stranger to repugnant leper； depending on the facial expression of the speaker。 The people of Mai…ke were keen face…pullers； and when they'd used the word in Gentle's pany there was little doubt which end of the scale of affections they had in mind。
〃It'll e；〃 said Pie。 〃We're not the only ones waiting。〃
Two more groups of travelers had appeared on the platform in the last few minutes： a family of Mai'keacs； three generations represented； who had tugged everything they owned down to the station； and three women in voluminous robes； then〃 heads shaved and plastered with white mud； nuns of the Goetic Kicaranki； an order as despised in Mai…k6 as any well…fed hoopreo。 Gentle took some fort from the appearance of these fellow travelers； but the track was still empty； the graveolents； who would surely be the first to sense any disturbance in the rails； going about their nest building unperturbed。 He wearied of watching them very quickly and turned his attention to Pie's scrawlings。
〃What are you doing？〃
〃I'm trying to work out how long we've been here。〃
〃Two days in Mai…ke； a day and a half on the road from Attaboy…〃
〃No； no；〃 said the mystif； 〃I'm trying to work it out in Earth days。 Right from first arriving in the Dominions。〃
〃We tried that in the mountains； and we didn't get anywhere。〃
〃That's because our brains were frozen stiff。〃
〃So have you done it？〃
〃Give me a little time。〃
〃Time； we've got；〃 Gentle said； returning his gaze to the antics of graveolents。 〃These little buggers'll have grandchildren by the time the damn train arrives。〃
The mystif went on with its calculations； leaving Gentle to wander back into the parative fort of the waiting room； which； to judge by the sheep droppings on the floor； had been used to pen entire flocks in the recent past。 The zarzi followed him； buzzing around his brow。 He pulled from his ill…fitting jacket （bought with money he and Pie had won gambling in Attaboy） a dog…eared copy of Fanny Hill…the only volume in English； besides Pilgrim's Progress； which he'd been able to purchase…and used it to flail at the insects； then gave up。 They'd tire of him eventually； or else he'd bee immune to their attacks。 Whichever； he didn't care。
He leaned against the graffiti…covered wall and yawned。 He was bored。 Of all things； bored！ If； when they'd first arrived in Vanaeph； Pie had suggested that a few weeks later the wonders of the Reconciled Dominions would have bee tedious； Gentle would have laughed the thought off as nonsense。 With a gold…green sky above and the spires of Patashoqua gleaming in the distance； the scope for adventure had seemed endless。 But by the time he'd reached Beatrix…the fond memories of which had not been entirely erased by images of its ruin…he was traveling like any man in a foreign land； prepared for occasional revelations but persuaded that the nature of conscious； curious bipeds was a constant under any h
