"Maytera Rose," Silk supplied.
"Her. You tell Maytera Rose that if she"s interested in getting another leg or something, and can raise the gelt, I might be able to help her out. Or if she"s got something like that she"d like to sell, maybe to help you out. She won"t get a better price anywhere."
"My thanks are becoming monotonous, I"m afraid," Silk said. "But I must thank you again, on Maytera"s behalf and in my own."
"Forget it. There"s getting to be quite a market for those
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parts now, even the used ones, and I"ve got a man who knows how to recondition them."
Musk"s sleek head appeared in the doorway. "Floater"s ready."
Blood stood, swaying slightly. "Can you walk, Patera? No, naturally you can"t, not good. Musk, fetch him one of my sticks, will you? Not one of the high-priced ones. Grab on, Patera."
Blood was offering his hand. Silk took it, finding it soft and surprisingly cold, and struggled to his feet, acutely conscious of the object Crane had put into his waistband and of the fact diat he was accepting help from the man he had set out to rob. "Thank you yet again," he said, and clenched his teeth against a sharp flash of pain.
As his host, Blood would want to show him out; and if Blood were in back of him, Blood might well see the object under his tunic. Wishing mightily for the robe he had left behind in Hyacinth"s bedchamber, half incapacitated by guilt and pain, Silk managed, "May I lean on your arm? I shouldn"t have had so much to drink."
Side by side they staggered into the reception hall. Its wide double doors still let in the night; but it was a night (or so Silk fancied) soon to be gray with shadeup. A floater waited on the gra.s.sway, its canopy open, a liveried driver at its controls. The most eventful night of his life was nearly over.
Musk rattled the cast on Silk"s ankle widi a battered walking stick, smiled at his wince, and put the stick into his free hand. Silk discovered that he still detested Musk, though he had come, almost, to like Musk"s master.
". . . floater"ll take you back there, Patera," Blood was saying. "If you tell anyone about our little agreement, it"s cancelled, and don"t you forget it. A high stack next month, and I don"t mean a few hundred."
The liveried driver had left the floater to help. In a
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moment more, Silk was safely settled on the broad, cushioned seat behind the driver"s, with Doctor Crane"s chilly, angular mystery again gouging at his back. "Thank you," he repeated to Blood. "Thank you both." (He hoped that Blood would take his phrase to include Musk as well as Blood himself, though he actually intended Blood and the driver.) "I do appreciate it very much. You mentioned our agreement however. And-and I would be exceedingly grateful . . ." Tentatively, he put out his hand, palm up.
"What is it now, for Phaea"s sake?"
"My needier, please. I hate to ask, after all you"ve done, but it"s in your pocket. If you"re not still afraid I might shoot you, may I have it back?"
Blood stared at him.
"You want me to bring you several thousand cards-I presume that"s what you mean when you speak of a substantial sum. Several thousand cards, when I can scarcely walk. The least you can do is return my weapon, so that I"ve something to work with."
Blood giggled, coughed, then laughed loudly. Perhaps only because Silk heard it in the open air for the first time that night, Blood"s laughter seemed to him almost the sound that sometimes rose, on quiet evenings, from the pits of the Alambrera. He was forced to remind himself again that this man, too, was loved by Pas.
"What a buck! He might do it, Musk. I really think he might do it." Blood fumbled Hyacinth"s little needier out of his pocket and pushed its release; a score of silver needles leaped from its breach to shower like rain upon the closely cropped gra.s.s.
Musk leaned toward Blood, and Silk heard him whisper, "Lamp Street."
Blood"s eyebrows shot up. "Excellent. You"re right. You always are." He tossed the golden needier into Silk"s lap. "Here you go, Patera. Use it in good health-yours, I
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mean. We"re going to make a slight charge for it, though. Meet us about one o"clock at the yellow house on Lamp Street. Will you do that?"
"I must, I suppose," Silk said. "Yes, of course, if you wish me to."
"It"s called Orchid"s." Blood leaned over the door of the floater. "And it"s across from the pastry cook"s. You know exorcism? Know how it"s done?"
Silk ventured a guarded nod.
"Good. Bring whatever you"ll need. There"ve been, ah, problems there all summer. An enlightened augur may be just what we need. We"ll see you there tomorrow."
"Good-bye," Silk said.
The canopy slid soundlessly out of the floater"s sides as Blood and Musk backed away. When it latched, there was a m.u.f.fled roar from the engine.
It felt, Silk thought, as if they were indeed floating; as if a flood had rushed invisibly to lift them and bear them off along the greenway, as if they were always about to spin away in the current, although they never actually spun.
Trees and hedges and brilliant flower beds reeled past. Here came Blood"s magnificent fountain, with Soaking Scylla reveling among the crystal jets; at once it was gone and the main gate before them, the gate rising as the long, shining arms of the talus shrank. A dip and a wiggle and the floater was through, blown down the highway like a sere leaf, sailing through an eerie nightscape turned to liquid, leaving behind it a proud plume of swirling, yellow-gray dust.
The skylands still shone overhead, cut in two by the black bow of the shade. Far above even the skylands, hidden but present nonetheless, shone the myriad pinp.r.i.c.ks of fire the Outsider had revealed; they, too, held lands unknowable in some incomprehensible fashion. Silk found himself more conscious of them now than he had been since that lifetime
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outside time in the ball court-colored spheres of flame, infinitely far.
The ball was still in his pocket, the only ball they had. He must remember not to leave it here in Blood"s floater, or the boys would have no ball tomorrow. No, not tomorrow, tomorrow was Sphigxday. No palaestra. The day to prepare for the big sacrifice on Scylsday, if there was anything to sacrifice.
He slapped his pockets until he found Blood"s two cards hi the one that held the ball. He took them out to look at, then replaced them. They had been below the ball when he had been searched, and the ball had saved them. For what?
Hyacinth"s needier had fallen to the floater"s carpeted floor. He retrieved it and put it into his pocket with the cards, then sat squeezing the ball between his fingers. It was said to strengthen the hands. Minute lights he could not see burned on, burning beyond the skylands, burning beneath his feet, unwinking and remote, illuminating something bigger than the whorl.
Doctor Crane"s mystery gouged his back. He leaned forward. "What time is it, driver?"
"Quarter past three, Patera."
He had done what the Outsider had wanted. Or at least he had tried-perhaps he had failed. As though a hand had drawn aside a veil, he realized that his manteion would live for another month now-a month at least, because anything might happen in a month. Was it possible that he had in fact accomplished what the Outsider had desired? His mind filled with a rollicking joy.
The floater leaned to the left as it rounded a bend in the road. Here were farms and fields and houses, all liquid, all swirling past as they breasted the phantom current. A hill rose in a great, brown-green wave, already breaking into a skylit froth of fence rails and fruit trees. The floater plunged down the other side and shot across a ford.
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Musk adjusted the shutter of his dark lantern until the eight-sided spot of light remaining was smaller than its wick and oddly misshapen. His key turned softly in the well-oiled padlock; the door opened with a nearly inaudible creak.
The tiercel nearest the door stirred upon its perch, turning its hooded head to look at the intruder it could not see. On the farther side of a part.i.tion of cotton netting, the merlin that had been Musk"s first hawk, unhooded, blinked and roused. There was a tinkle of tiny bells-gold bells that Blood had given Musk to mark some now-forgotten occasion three years ago. Beyond the merlin, the gray-blue peregrine might have been a painted carving.