cb.imajica2-第93节
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〃You've got to stop the working！〃
〃Crazy 。；。 woman 。。。〃 he growled。
〃I mean it！ You've got to stop the working！ It's all a plot！〃 She hauled herself up。 〃Dowd was right； Gentle！ It's got to be stopped；〃
〃You're not going to spoil it now；〃 he said。 〃You're too late。〃
〃Find a way！〃 she said。 〃There's got to be a way！〃
〃If you e near me again I'll kill you；〃 he warned。 He scanned the circle； to be certain it was still intact。 It was。 〃Where's Clem？〃 he yelled。 〃Clem？〃
Only now did he look beyond Judith to the door； and beyond the door to the shadowy figure on the landing。 His frown deepened into a scowl of revulsion； and she knew any hope of persuading him was lost。 He saw conspiracy here。
〃There； love；〃 said Sartori。 〃Didn't I tell you it was too late？〃
The two gek…a…gek fawned at his feet。 The knives gleamed in his fists。 This time he didn't offer the handle of either one。 He'd e to take her life if she refused to take her own。
〃Dearest one；〃 he said； 〃it's over。〃
He took a step and crossed the threshold。
〃We can do it here；〃 he said； looking down at her； 〃where we were made。 What better place？〃
She didn't need to look back at Gentle to know he was hearing this。 Was there some sliver of hope in that fact？
Some persuasion that might drop from Sartori's lips and move Gentle where hers had failed？
〃I'm going to have to do it for us both； love；〃 he said。 〃You're too weak。 You can't see clearly。〃
〃I don't。。。 want。。。 to die；〃 she said。
〃You don't have any choice；〃 he said。 〃It's either by the Father or the Son。 That's all。 Father or Son。〃
Behind her； she heard Gentle murmur two syllables。
〃Oh； Pie。〃
Then Sartori took a second step； out of the shadow into the candlelight。 When he did； the obsessive scrutiny of the room fixed him in every wretched morsel。 His eyes were wet with despair； his lips so dry they were dusty。 His skull gleamed through his pallid skin； and his teeth； in their array； made a fatal smile。 He was Death； in every detail。 And if she recognized that fact…she who loved him…then so； surely； did Gentle。
He took a third step toward her and raised the knives above his head。 She didn't look away； but turned her face up towards him； daring him to spoil with his blades what he'd caressed with his fingers only minutes before。
〃I would have died for you；〃 he murmured。 The blades were at the top of their gleaming arc； ready to fall。 〃Why wouldn't you die for me？〃
He didn't wait for an answer； even if she'd had one to give； but let the knives descend。 As they came for her eyes she looked away； but before they caught her cheek and neck the Reconciler howled behind her； and the whole room shook。 She was thrown from her knees； Sartori's blades missing her by inches。 The candles on the mantelpiece guttered and went out； but there were other lights to take their place。 The stones of the circle were flickering like tiny bonfires flattened by a high wind； flecks of their brightness racing from them to strike the walls。 At the circle's edge stood Gentle。 In his hand； the reason for this turmoil。 He'd picked up one of the stones； arming himself and breaking the circle in the same moment。 He clearly knew the gravity of his deed。 There was grief on his face； so profound it seemed to have incapacitated him。 Having raised the stone he was now motionless； as if his will to undo the working had already lost momentum。
She got to her feet； though the room was shaking more violently than ever。 The boards felt solid enough beneath ； her； but they'd darkened to near invisibility。 She could see only the nails that kept them in place； the rest； despite the light from the stones； was pitch black； and as she started towards the circle she seemed to be treading a void。
There was a noise acpanying every tremor now： a ； mingling of tortured wood and cracking plaster； all underscored by a guttural boiling； the source of which she didn't prehend until she reached the edge of the circle。 The darkness beneath them was indeed a void…the In Ovo； opened by Gentle's breaking of the circle…and in it； al… ； ready woken by Sartori's dabblings； the prisoners that connived and suppurated there； rising at the scent of escape。
At the door； the gek…a…gek set up a clamor of anticipation； sensing the release of their fellows。 But for all their power they'd have few of the spoils in the ing massacre。 There were forms appearing below that made them look kittenish： entities of such elaboration neither Jude's eyes nor wits could enpass them。 The sight terrified her； but if this was the only way to halt the Reconciliation； then so be it。 History would repeat itself； and the Maestro be twice damned。
He'd seen the Oviates' ascent as clearly as she and was frozen by the sight。 Determined to prevent him from reestablishing the status quo at all costs； she reached to snatch the stone from his hand； so as to pitch it through the window。 But before her fingers could grasp it he looked up at her。 The anguish went from his face； and rage replaced it。
〃Throw the stone away！〃 she yelled。
His eyes weren't on her； however。 They were on a sight at her shoulder。 Sartori！ She threw herself aside as the knives came down and； clutching the mantelpiece； turned back to see the brothers face to face； one armed with blades； the other with the stone。
Sartori's glance had gone to Jude as she leapt； and before he could return it to his enemy Gentle brought the stone down with a two…handed blow； striking sparks from one of the blades as he dashed it from his brother's fingers。 While the advantage was his； Gentle went after the second blade； but Sartori had it out of range before the stone could connect； so Gentle swung at the empty hand； the cracking of his brother's bones audible through the din of Oviates and boards and cracking walls。
Sartori made a pitiful yell and raised his fractured hand in front of his brother； as if to win remorse for the hurt。 But as Gentle's eyes went to Sartori's broken hand； the other； whole and sharp； came at his flank。 He glimpsed the blade and half turned to avoid it； but it found his arm； opening it to the bone from wrist to elbow。 He dropped the stone； a rain of blood ing after； and as his palm went up to stem the flow Sartori entered the circle； slashing back and forth as he came。
Defenseless； Gentle retreated before the blade and； arching back to avoid the cuts； lost his footing and went down beneath his attacker。 One stab would have finished him there and then。 But Sartori wanted intimacy。 He straddled his brother's body and squatted down upon it； slashing at Gentle's arms as he attempted to ward off the coup de grace。
Jude scoured the unsolid boards for the fallen knife； her gaze distracted by the malignant forms that were everywhere turning their faces to freedom。 The blade； if she could find it； would be of no use against them； but it might still dispatch Sartori。 He'd planned to take his own life with one of these knives。 She could still turn it to such work； if she could only find it。
But before she could do so； she heard a sob from the circle and； glancing back； saw Gentle sprawled beneath his brother's weight； horrendously wounded； his chest sliced open； his jaw； cheeks； and temples slashed； his hands and arms crisscrossed with cuts。 The sob wasn't his； but Sartori's。。 He'd raised the knife and was uttering this last cry before he plunged the blade into his brother's heart。
His grief was premature。 As the knife came down； Gentle found the strength to thrash one final time； and instead of finding his heart the blade entered his upper chest below his clavicle。 Slickened； the handle slipped through Sartori's fingers。 But he had no need to reclaim it。 Gentle's rally was over as suddenly as it had begun。 His body uncurled； its spasms ceased； and he lay still。
Sartori rose from his seat on his brother's belly and looked down at the body for a time； then turned to survey the spectacle of the void。 Though the Oviates were close to the surface now； he didn't hurry to act or retreat； but surveyed the whole panorama at the center of which he stood； his eyes finally ing to rest on Jude。
〃Oh； love；〃 he said softly。 〃Look what you've done。 You've given me to my Heavenly Father。〃
Then he stooped and reached out of the circle to take hold of the stone that Gentle had removed and； with the finesse of a painter laying down a final stroke； put it back in place。
The status quo wasn't instantly restored。 The forms below continued to rise； seething with frustration as they sensed that their route into the Fifth had been sealed。 The fire in the stone began to go out； but before their last gutterings Sartori murmured an order to the gek…a…gek and they sloped from their places at the door； their flat heads skimming the ground。 Jude thought at first they were ing for her； but it was Gentle they'd been ordered to collect。 They divided around the circle and reached over its perimeter； taking hold of the body almost tenderly and lifting it out of their Maestro's way。
〃Down the stairs；〃 he told them； and they retreated to the door with their burden； leaving the circle in Sartori's sole possession。
A terrible calm had descended。 The last glimpses of the In Ovo had disappeared； the
