"Do you really have to talk with me, Silk? That"s what you said."

He nodded. "I need to ask you how to open that door. It doesn"t seem to be locked, but it won"t open."

When she did not reply, he added. "I have to get into the house. Into the rest of it, I mean."

"What"s an augur? I thought you were a boy." "One who attempts to learn the will of the G.o.ds through sacrifice, in order that he may-"

"I know! With the knife and the black robe. Lots of blood. Should I come with you, Silk? I can send forth my spirit. I"ll fly beside you, wherever you go."



"Call me Patera, please. That"s the proper way. You can send forth your body, too, Mucor, if you want."

"I"m saving myself for the man I"ll marry." It was said with perfect (too perfect) seriousness.

"That"s certainly the correct att.i.tude, Mucor. But all I meant was that you don"t have to stay here if you don"t wish to. You could climb out of this window very easily and wait

out there on the roof. When I"ve finished my business with Blood, we could both leave this villa, and I could take you to someone in the city who would feed you properly and- and take care of you."

The skull grinned at him. "They"d find out that my window opens, Silk. I wouldn"t be able to send my spirit any more."

"You wouldn"t be here. You"d be in some safe place in the city. There you could send out your spirit whenever you wanted, and a physician-"

"Not if my window was locked again. When my window is locked, I can"t do it, Silk. They think it"s locked now." She giggled, a high, mirthless t.i.ttering that stroked Silk"s spine like an icy finger.

"I see," he said. "I was about to say that someone in the city might even be able to make you well. You may not care about that, but I do. Will you at least let me out of your room? Open your door for me?"

"Not from this side. I can"t"

He sighed. "I didn"t really think you could. I don"t suppose you know where Blood sleeps?"

"On the other side. Of the house."

"In the other wing?"

"His room used to be right under mine, but he didn"t like hearing me. Sometimes I was bad. The north addition. This one"s the south addition."

"Thank you," Silk stroked his cheek. "That"s certainly worth knowing. He"ll have a big room on the ground floor, I suppose."

"He"s my father."

"Blood is?" Silk caught himself on the point of saving that she did not resemble him. "Well, well. That may be worth knowing, too. I don"t plan to hurt him, Mucor, though I rather regret that now. He has a very nice daugh-

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ter; he should come and see her more often, I think. I"ll mention it forcefully, if I get to talk with him."

Silk turned to leave, then glanced back at her. "You really don"t have to stay here, Mucor."

"I know. I don"t."

"You don"t want to come with me when I leave? Or leave now yourself?"

"Not the way you mean, walking like you do."

"Then there"s nothing I can do for you except give you my blessing, which I"ve done already. You"re one of Molpe"s children, I think. May she care for you and favor you, this night and every night"

"Thank you, Silk." It was the tone of the little girl she had once been. Five years ago, perhaps, he decided; or perhaps three, or less than three. He swung his right leg over the windowsill.

"Watch out for my lynxes."

Silk berated himself for not having questioned her more. "What are those?"

"My children. Do you want to see one?"

"Yes," he said. "Yes, I do, if you want to show him to me."

"Watch."

Mucor was looking out the window, and Silk followed her gaze. For half a minute he waited beside her, listening to the faint sounds of the night; Blood"s orchestra seemed to have fallen silent. Ghost-like, a floater glided beneath the arch, its blowers scarcely audible; the talus let down the gate smoothly behind it, and even the distant rattle of the chain reached them.

A section of abatjour pivoted upward, and a horned head with topaz eyes emerged from beneath it, followed by a big, soft-looking paw.

Mucor said, "That"s Lion. He"s my oldest son. Isn"t he handsome?"

Silk managed to smile. "Yes, he certainly is. But I didn"t know you meant the horned cats."

"Those are their ears. But they jump through windows, and they have long teeth and claws that can hurt worse than a bull"s horns."

"I imagine so." Silk made himself relax. "Lynxes? Is that what you call them? I"ve never heard of the name, and I"m supposed to know something about animals."

The lynx emerged from the abatjour and trotted over to stand beneath the window, looking up at them quizzically. If he had bent, Silk could have touched its great, bearded head; he took a step backward instead. "Don"t let him come up here, please."

"You said you wanted to see them, Silk."

"This is close enough."

As if it had understood, the lynx wheeled. A single bound carried it to the top of the battlement surrounding the conservatory roof, from which it dived as though into a pool.

"Isn"t he pretty?"

Silk nodded reluctantly. "I found him terrifying, but you"re right. I"ve never seen a lovelier animal, though all Sabered Sphigx"s cats are beautiful. She must be very proud of him."

"So am I. I told him not to hurt you." Mucor squatted on her heels, folding like a carpenter"s rule.

"By standing beside me and talking to me, you mean." Gratefully, Silk seated himself on the windowsill. "I"ve known dogs that intelligent. But a-lynx? Is that the singular? It"s an odd word."

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