Imajica

"No more mountains? No more snow?"

"Not unless you want to find your way back to thank them."

Gentle peered ahead into the fog. "Is this the only way out of the Fourth?"

"Lord, no," said Pie. "If we"d gone the scenic route we"d have had the choice of a hundred places to cross. But this must have been their secret way, before the ice sealed it up."

The light showed Gentle the mystif s face now, and it bore a wide smile.

"You did fine work," Pie said. "I thought you"d gone crazy."

"I think I did, a little," Gentle replied. "I must have a destructive streak. Hapexamendios would be proud of me." He halted to give his body a moment"s rest. "I hope there"s more than fog in the Third."

"Oh, believe me, there is. It"s the Dominion I"ve longed to see more than any other, while I"ve been in the Fifth. It"s full of light and fertility. We"ll rest, and we"ll feed, and we"ll get strong again. Maybe go to L"Himby and see my friend Scopique. We deserve to indulge ourselves for a few days before we head for the Second and join the Lenten Way."

"Will that take us to Yzordderrex?"

"Indeed it will," Pie said, coaxing Gentle into motion again. "The Lenten Way"s the longest road in the Imajica, It must be the length of the Americas, and more."

"A map!" said Gentle. "I must must start making that map." start making that map."

The fog was beginning to thin, and with the growing light came plants: the first greenery they"d seen since the foothills of the Jokalaylau. They picked up their pace as the vegetation became lusher and scented, calling them on to the sun.

"Remember, Gentle," Pie said, when they"d gone a little way, "I accepted."

"Accepted what?" Gentle asked.

The fog was wispy now; they could see a warm new world awaiting them.

"You proposed, my friend, don"t you remember?"

"I didn"t hear you accept."

"But I did," the mystif replied, as the verdant landscape was unveiled before them. "If we do nothing else in this Dominion, we should at the very least get married!"

24

England saw an early spring that year, with the days becoming balmy at the end of February and, by the middle of March, warm enough to have coaxed April and May flowers forth. The pundits were opining that if no further frosts came along to kill the blooms and chill the chicks in their nests, there would be a surge of new life by May, as parents let their fledglings fly and set about a second brood for June. More pessimistic souls were already predicting drought, their divining dampened when, at the beginning of March, the heavens opened over the island.

When-on that first day of rain-Jude looked back over the weeks since she"d left the G.o.dolphin estate with Oscar and Dowd, they seemed well occupied; but the details of what had filled that time were at best sketchy. She had been made welcome in the house from the beginning and was allowed to come and go whenever it pleased her to do so, which was not often. The sense of belonging she"d discovered when she"d set eyes on Oscar had not faded, though she had yet to uncover its true source. He was a generous host, to be sure, but she"d been treated well by many men and not felt the devotion she felt now. That devotion was not returned, at least not overtly, which was something of a fresh experience for her. There was a certain reserve in Oscar"s manner-and a consequent formality in their exchanges-which merely intensified her feelings for him. When they were alone together she felt like a long-lost mistress miraculously returned to his side, each with sufficient knowledge of the other that overt expressions of affection were superfluous; when she was with him in company-at the theater or at dinner with his friends-she was mostly silent, and happily so. This too was odd for her. She was accustomed to volubility, to handing out opinions on whatever subject was at issue, whether said opinions were requested or even seriously held. But now it didn"t trouble her not to speak. She listened to the t.i.ttle-tattle and the chat (politics, finance, social gossip) as to the dialogue of a play. It wasn"t her drama. She had had no drama, just the ease of being where she wanted to be. And with such contentment to be had from simply witnessing, there seemed little reason to demand more. no drama, just the ease of being where she wanted to be. And with such contentment to be had from simply witnessing, there seemed little reason to demand more.

G.o.dolphin was a busy man, and though they spent some portion of every day together, she was more often than not alone. When she was, a pleasant languor overcame her, which contrasted forcibly with the confusion that had preceded her coming to stay with him. In fact she tried hard to put thoughts of that time out of her mind, and it was only when she went back to her flat to pick up belongings or bills (which, on Oscar"s instruction, Dowd paid) that she was reminded of friends whose company she was at present not disposed to keep. There were telephone messages left for her, of course, from Klein, Clem, and half a dozen others. Later, there were even letters-some of them concerned for her health-and notes pushed through her door asking her to make contact. In the case of Clem she did so, guilty that she"d not spoken to him since the funeral. They lunched near his office in Marylebone, and she told him that she"d met a man and had gone to live with him on a temporary basis. Inevitably, Clem was curious. Who was this lucky individual? Anyone he knew? How was the s.e.x: sublime or merely wonderful? And was it love? Most of all, was it love? She answered as best she could: named the man and described him; explained that there was nothing s.e.xual between them as yet, though the thought had pa.s.sed through her mind on several occasions; and as to love, it was too soon to tell. She knew Clem well and could be certain that this account would be public knowledge in twenty-four hours, which suited her fine. At least with this telling she"d allayed her friends" fears for her health.

"So when do we get to meet this paragon?" Clem asked her as they parted. "In a while," she said.

"He"s certainly had quite an effect on you, hasn"t he?"

"Has he?"

"You"re so-I don"t know the word exactly-tranquil, maybe? I"ve never seen you this way before."

"I"m not sure I"ve ever felt this way before."

"Well, just make sure we don"t lose the Judy we all know and love, huh?" Clem said. "Too much serenity"s bad for the circulation. Everybody needs a good rage once in a while."

The significance of this exchange didn"t really strike her until the evening after, when-sitting downstairs in the quiet of the house, waiting for Oscar to come home-she realized how pa.s.sive she"d become. It was almost as if the woman she"d been, the Jude of furies and opinions, had been shed like a dead skin, and now, tender and new, she had entered a time of waiting. Instruction would come, she a.s.sumed; she couldn"t live the rest of her life so becalmed. And she knew to whom she had to look for that instruction: the man whose voice in the hall made her heart rise and her head light, Oscar G.o.dolphin.

If Oscar was the good news that those weeks brought, Kuttner Dowd was the bad. He was astute enough to realize after a very short time that she knew far less about the Dominions and their mysteries than their conversation at the Retreat had suggested, and far from being the source of information she"d hoped he"d prove, he was taciturn, suspicious, and on occasion rude, though never the last in Oscar"s company. Indeed, when all three of them were together he lavished her with respect, its irony lost on Oscar, who was so used to Dowd"s obsequious presence he barely seemed to notice the man.

Jude soon learned to match suspicion with suspicion, and several times verged on discussing Dowd with Oscar. That she didn"t was a consequence of what she"d seen at the Retreat. Dowd had dealt almost casually with the problem of the corpses, dispatching them with the efficiency of one who had covered for his employer in similar circ.u.mstances before. Nor had he sought commendation for his labor, at least not within earshot of her. When the relationship between master and servant was so ingrained that a criminal act-the disposal of murdered flesh-was pa.s.sed over as an unremarkable duty, it was best, she thought, not to come between them. It was she she who was the interloper here, the new girl who dreamed she"d belonged to the master forever. She couldn"t hope to have Oscar"s ear the way Dowd did, and any attempt to sow mistrust might easily rebound upon her. She kept her silence, and things went on their smooth way. Until the day of rain. who was the interloper here, the new girl who dreamed she"d belonged to the master forever. She couldn"t hope to have Oscar"s ear the way Dowd did, and any attempt to sow mistrust might easily rebound upon her. She kept her silence, and things went on their smooth way. Until the day of rain.

A trip to the opera had been planned for March second, and she had spent the latter half of the afternoon in leisurely preparation for the evening, idling over her choice of dress and shoes, luxuriating in indecision. Dowd had gone out at lunchtime, on urgent business for Oscar which she knew better than to inquire about. She"d been told upon her arrival at the house that any questions as to Oscar"s business would not be welcomed, and she"d never challenged that edict: it was not the place of mistresses to do so. But today, with Dowd uncharacteristically fl.u.s.tered as he left, she found herself wondering, as she bathed and dressed, what work G.o.dolphin was about. Was he off in Yzordderrex, the city whose streets she a.s.sumed Gentle now walked with his soul mate the a.s.sa.s.sin? A mere two months before, with the bells of London pealing in the New Year, she"d sworn to go to Yzordderrex after him. But she"d been distracted from that ambition by the very man whose company she"d sought to take her there. Though her thoughts returned to that mysterious city now, it was without her former appet.i.te. She"d have liked to know if Gentle was safe in those summer streets-and might have enjoyed a description of its seamier quarter-but the fact that she"d once sworn an oath to get there now seemed almost absurd. She had all that she needed here.

It wasn"t only her curiosity about the other Dominions that had been dulled by contentment; her curiosity about events in her own planet was similarly cool. Though the television burbled constantly in the corner of her bedroom, its presence soporific, she attended to its details scarcely at all and would not have noticed the mid-afternoon news bulletin, but that an item she caught in pa.s.sing put her in mind of Charlie.

Three bodies had been found in a shallow grave on Hampstead Heath, the condition of the mutilated corpses implying, the report said, some kind of ritualistic murder. Preliminary investigations further suggested that the deceased had been known to the community of cultists and black magic pract.i.tioners in the city, some of whom, in the light of other deaths or disappearances among their number, believed that a vendetta against them was under way. To round the piece off, there was footage of the police searching the bushes and undergrowth of Hampstead Heath, while the rain fell and compounded their misery. The report distressed her for two reasons, each related to one of the brothers. The first, that it brought back memories of Charlie, sitting in that stuffy little room in the clinic, watching the heath and contemplating suicide. The second, that perhaps this vendetta might endanger Oscar, who was as involved in occult practices as any man alive.

She fretted about this for the rest of the afternoon, her concern deepening still further when Oscar failed to return home by six. She put off dressing for the opera and waited for him downstairs, the front door open, the rain beating the bushes around the step. He returned at six-forty with Dowd, who had barely stepped through the door before he p.r.o.nounced that there would be no opera visit tonight: G.o.dolphin contradicted him immediately, much to his chagrin, telling Jude to go and get ready; they"d be leaving in twenty minutes.

As she dutifully headed upstairs, she heard Dowd say, "You know McGann wants to see you?"

"We can do both," Oscar replied. "Did you put out the black suit? No? What have you been doing all day? No, don"t tell me. Not on an empty stomach."

Oscar looked handsome in black, and she told him so when, twenty-five minutes later, he came downstairs. In response to the compliment, he smiled and made a small bow.

"And you were never lovelier," he replied. "You know, I don"t have a photograph of you? I"d like one, for my wallet. We"ll have Dowd organize it."

By now, Dowd was conspicuous by his absence. Most evenings he would play chauffeur, but tonight he apparently had other business.

"We"re going to have to miss the first act," Oscar said as they drove. "I"ve got a little errand to run in Highgate, if you"ll bear with me."

"I don"t mind," she said.

He patted her hand. "It won"t take long," he said. Perhaps because he didn"t often take the wheel himself he concentrated hard as he drove, and though the news item she"d seen was still very much in her mind she was loath to distract him with talk. They made good time, threading their way through the back streets to avoid thoroughfares clogged by rain-slowed traffic, and arriving in a veritable cloudburst.

"Here we are," he said, though the windshield was so awash she could barely see ten yards ahead. "You stay in the warm. I won"t be long."

He left her in the car and sprinted across a courtyard towards an anonymous building. n.o.body came to the front door. It opened automatically and closed after him. Only when he"d disappeared, and the thunderous drumming of the rain on the roof had diminished somewhat, did she lean forward to peer out through the watery windshield at the building itself. Despite the rain, she recognized instantly the tower from the dream of blue eye. Without conscious instruction her hand went to the door and opened it, as her breath quickened with denials.

"Oh, no. Oh, no..."

She got out of the car and turned her face up to the cold rain and to an even colder memory. She"d let this place-and indeed the journey that had brought her here, her mind moving through the streets touching this woman"s grief and that woman"s rage-slip into the dubious territory that lay between recollections of the real and those of the dreamed. In essence, she"d allowed herself to believe it had never happened. But here was the very place, to the window, to the brick. And if the exterior was so exactly as she"d seen it, why should she doubt that the interior would be any different?

There"d been a labyrinthine cellar, she remembered, lined with shelves piled high with books and ma.n.u.scripts. There"d been a wall (lovers coupling against it) and, behind it, hidden from every sight but hers, a cell in which a bound woman had lain in darkness for a suffering age. She heard the prisoner"s scream now, in her mind"s ear: that howl of madness that had driven her up out of the ground and back through the dark streets to the safety of her own house and head. Was the woman still screaming, she wondered, or had she sunk back into the comatose state from which she"d been so unkindly woken? The thought of her pain brought tears to Jude"s eyes, mingling with the rain.

"What are you doing?"

Oscar had reappeared from the tower and was hurrying across the gravel towards her, his jacket raised and tented over his head.

"My dear, you"ll freeze to death. Get in the car. Please, please please. Get in the car."

She did as he suggested, the rain running down her neck.

"I"m sorry," she said. "I... I wondered where you"d gone, that was all. Then... I don"t know... the place seemed familiar."

"It"s a place of no importance," he said. "You"re shivering. Would you prefer we didn"t go to the opera?"

"Would you mind?"

"Not in the least. Pleasure shouldn"t be a trial. You"re wet and cold, and we can"t have you getting a chill. One sickly individual"s enough..."

She didn"t question this last remark; there was too much; else on her mind. She wanted to sob, though whether out of joy or sorrow she wasn"t sure. The dream she"d come to dismiss as fancy was founded in solid fact, and this solid fact beside her-G.o.dolphin-was in turn touched by something momentous. She"d been persuaded by his practiced understatement: the way he talked of travelling to the Dominions as he would of boarding a train, and his expeditions in Yzordderrex as a form of tourism as yet unavailable to the great unwashed. But his reductionism was a screen-whether he was aware of the fact or not-a ploy to conceal the greater significance of his business. His ignorance, or arrogance, might well kill him, she began to suspect: which thought was the sorrow in her. And the joy? That she might save him, and he learn to love her out of grat.i.tude.

Back at the house they both changed out of their formal attire. When she emerged from her room on the top floor she found him on the stairs, waiting for her.

"I wonder... perhaps we should talk?"

They went downstairs into the tasteful clutter of the lounge. The rain beat against the window. He drew the curtains and poured them brandies to fortify them against the cold. Then he sat down opposite her.

"We have a problem, you and I."

"We do?"

"There"s so much we have to say to each other. At least... here am I presuming it"s reciprocal, but for myself, certainly... certainly I"ve got a good deal I want to say, and I"m d.a.m.ned if I know where to begin. I"m aware that I owe you explanations, about what you saw at the estate, about Dowd and the voiders, about what I did to Charlie. The list goes on. And I"ve tried, really I have, to find some way to make it all clear to you. But the truth is, I"m not sure of the truth myself. Memory plays such tricks-" she made a murmur of agreement "-especially when you"re dealing with places and people who seem to belong half in your dreams.

Or in your nightmares." He drained his gla.s.s and reached for the bottle he"d set on the table beside him.

"I don"t like Dowd," she said suddenly. "And I don"t trust him."

He looked up from refilling his gla.s.s. "That"s perceptive," he said. "You want some more brandy?" She proffered her gla.s.s, and he poured her an ample measure. "I agree with you," he said. "He"s a dangerous creature, for a number of reasons."

"Can"t you get rid of him?"

"He knows too much, I"m afraid. He"d be more dangerous out of my employ than in it."

"Has he got something to do with these murders? Just today, I saw the news-"

He waved her inquiry away. "You don"t need to know about any of that, my dear," he said. "But if you"re at risk-"

"I"m not. I"m not. At least be rea.s.sured about that."

"So you know all about it?"

"Yes," he said heavily. "I know a little something. And so does Dowd. In fact, he knows more about this whole situation than you and I put together."

She wondered about this. Did Dowd know about the prisoner behind the wall, for instance, or was that a secret she had entirely to herself? If so, perhaps she"d be wise to keep it that way. When so many players in this game had information she lacked, sharing anything-even with Oscar-might weaken her position; perhaps threaten her life. Some part of her nature not susceptible to the blandishments of luxury or the need for love was lodged behind that wall with the woman she"d woken. She would leave it there, safe in the darkness. The rest-anything else she knew-she"d share.

"You"re not the only one who crosses over," she said. "A friend of mine went."

"Really?" he said. "Who?"

"His name"s Gentle. Actually, his real name"s Zacharias. John Furie Zacharias. Charlie knew him a little."

"Charlie..." Oscar shook his head, "... poor Charlie." Then he said, "Tell me about Gentle."

"It"s complicated," she said. "When I left Charlie he got very vengeful. He hired somebody to kill me..."

She went on to tell Oscar about the murder attempt in New York and Gentle"s later intervention; then about the events of New Year"s Eve. As she related this she had the distinct impression that at least some of what she was telling him he already knew, a suspicion confirmed when she"d finished her description of Gentle"s removal from this Dominion.

"The mystif took him?" he said. "My G.o.d, that"s a risk!"

"What"s a mystif?" she asked.

"A very rare creature indeed. One would be born into the Eurhetemec tribe once in a generation. They"re reputedly extraordinary lovers. As I understand it, they have no s.e.xual ident.i.ty, except as a function of their partner"s desire."

"That sounds like Gentle"s idea of paradise."

"As long as you know what you want," Oscar said. "If you don"t I daresay it could get very confusing."

She laughed. "He knows what he wants, believe me."

"You speak from experience?"

"Bitter experience."

"He may have bitten off more than he can chew, so to speak, keeping the company of a mystif. My friend in Yzordderrex-Peccable-had a mistress for a while who"d been a madam. She"d had a very plush establishment in Patashoqua, and she and I got on famously. She kept telling me I should become a white slaver and bring her girls from the Fifth, so she could start a new business in Yzordderrex. She reckoned we"d have made a fortune. We never did it, of course. But we both enjoyed talking about things venereal venereal. It"s a pity that word"s so tainted, isn"t it? You say venereal, and people immediately think of disease, instead of Venus..." He paused, seeming to have lost his way, then said, "Anyway, she told me once that she"d employed a mystif for a while in her bordello, and it caused her no end of problems. She"d almost had to close her place, because of the reputation she got. You"d think a creature like that would make the ultimate wh.o.r.e, wouldn"t you? But apparently a lot of customers just didn"t want to see their desires made flesh." He watched her as he spoke, a smile playing around his lips. "I can"t imagine why."

"Maybe they were afraid of what they were."

"You"d consider that foolish, I a.s.sume."

"Yes, of course. What you are, you are."

"That"s a hard philosophy to live up to."

"No harder than running away."

"Oh, I don"t know. I"ve thought about running away quite a lot of late. Disappearing forever."

"Really?" she said, trying to stifle any show of agitation. "Why?"