cades was neither victim nor toy； and if （or perhaps when） she became aware of her past she was perfectly capable of revenging herself upon the man who'd made her； however much she'd claimed to love him once。
Seeing that his passenger was now awake； Floccus gave Gentle a progress report。 They were making good time； he said。 Within an hour they'd be in the mountains； on the other side of which the desert lay；
〃How long do you estimate to the Erasure？〃 Gentle asked him。
''We'll be there before nightfall；〃 Floccus promised。 〃How's the mystif faring？〃
〃Not well； I'm afraid。〃
〃There'll be no cause to mourn；〃 Floccus said brightly； 〃I've known people on death's door who were healed at the Erasure。 It's a place of miracles。 But then everywhere is； if we just knew how to look。 That's what Father Athanasius taught me。 You were in prison with Athanasius； weren't you？〃
〃I was never exactly imprisoned。 Not the way he was。〃
〃But you met him？〃
〃Oh； yes。 He was priest at our wedding。〃
〃You and mystif； you mean？ You're married？〃 He whistled。 〃Now you； sir； are what I call a lucky man。 I've heard a lot about these mystifs； and I never heard of one getting married before。 They're usually lovers。 Heartbreakers。〃 He whistled again。 〃Well； that's wonderful；〃 he said。 〃We'll make sure she makes it； sir； don't you worry。 Oh； I'm sorry。 She's not a she； is she？ I've got to get that right。 It's just that when I look at her…I mean it…I see a she； you know？ I suppose that's the wonder of them。〃
〃It's part of it。〃
〃Can I ask you something？〃
〃Ask away。〃
〃When you look at her； what do you see？〃
〃I've seen all kinds of things；〃 Gentle replied。 〃I've seen women。 I've seen men。 I've even seen myself。〃
〃But at the moment；〃 Floccus said。 〃What do you see right now？〃
Gentle looked at the mystif。 〃I see Pie；〃 he said。 〃I see the face I love。〃
Floccus made no reply to this； and after such gushing enthusiasm Gentle knew there had to be some significance in his silence。
〃What are you thinking？〃 he asked。
〃Do you really want to know？〃
〃I do。 We're friends； aren't we？ At least getting that way。 Tell me。〃
〃I was thinking it's not good you care too much about the way she looks。 The Erasure's no place to be in love with things as they are。 People heal there； but they also change； you understand？〃 He took both hands off the wheel to make cupped palms； like scales。 〃There's got to be a balance。 Something given； something taken away。〃
〃What kind of changes？〃 Gentle said。
〃Different from one to another；〃 Floccus said。 〃But you'll see for yourself； very soon。 When we get close to the First Dominion； nothing's quite as it seems。〃
〃Isn't that true of everything？〃 Gentle said。 〃The more I live； the less I seem to be certain about。〃
Floccus' hands were back on the wheel； his burst of sunny talk suddenly overcast。 〃I don't think Father Athanasius ever talked about that；〃 he said。 〃Maybe he did。 I don't remember everything he said。〃
The conversation ended there； leaving Gentle to wonder if in bringing the mystif back to the borders of the Dominion from which its people had been exiled； returning the great transformer to a land in which transformation was a monplace； he was undoing the knot Athanasius had tied in the Cradle of Chzercemit。
Jude had never been much impressed with architectural rhetoric； and she found nothing in the courtyards or corridors of the Autarch's palace to dissuade her from that indifference。 There were some sights that put her in mind of natural splendors： smoke drifting across the forsaken gardens like morning mist； or clinging to the cold stone of the towers like cloud to a mountain spire。 But such punnish pleasures were few。 It was mostly bombast： everything built on a scale intended to be awe…inspiring but to her eye merely monolithic。
She was glad when they finally reached Quaisoir's quarters； which for all their absurd ornamentation were at least humanized by their excesses。 And they also heard there the first friendly voice in many hours； though its weling tones turned to horror when its owner； Quaisoir's many…tailed handmaiden； Concupiscentia； saw that her mistress had gained a twin and lost her eyes in the night she'd spent looking for salvation。 Only after a good deal of lamentation could she be persuaded to tend to Quaisoir； which she did with trembling hands。 The et was by now making its steep ascent； and from Quaisoir's window Jude had a panoramic view of the desolation。 She'd heard and seen enough in her short time here to realize that Yzordderrex had been ripe for the calamity that had overtaken it； and some in this city； perhaps many； had fanned the fire that had destroyed the Kesparates； calling it a just and cleansing flame。 Even Peccable…who hadn't got an anarchist bone in his bodyhad intimated that Yzordderrex's time had e。 But Jude still mourned its passing。 This was the city she'd begged Oscar to show her； whose air had smelled so temptingly spicy； and whose warmth； issuing from the Retreat that day； had seemed paradisiacal。 Now she would return to the Fifth Dominion with its ash on her soles and its smuts in her nose； like a tourist back from Venice with pictures of bubbles in a lagoon。
〃I'm so tired；〃 Quaisoir said。 〃Will you mind if I sleep？〃
〃Of course not；〃 Jude said。
〃Is Seidux's blood still on the bed？〃 she asked Concupiscentia。
〃It is； ma'am。〃
〃Then I won't lie there； I think。〃 She put out her arm。 〃Lead me to the little blue room。 I'll sleep there。 Judith； you should sleep too。 Bathe and sleep。 We've got so much to plan together。〃
〃We do？〃
〃Oh； yes； sister；〃 Quaisoir said。 〃But later。。。。〃
She let Concupiscentia lead her away； leaving Jude to wander through the chambers which Quaisoir had occupied all her years of power。 There was indeed a little blood on the sheets； but the bed looked tempting nevertheless； the scent off it dizzyingly strong。 She refused its lush blandishments； however； and moved in search of a bathroom； anticipating another chamber of baroque excess。 In fact it proved to be the only room in the suite that came within shouting distance of restraint； and she happily lingered there； running a hot bath and soaking some of the ashes out of her body while contemplating her misty reflection in its black tiles。
When she emerged； her skin tingling； the clothes she'd sloughed off…which were filthy and stinking…revolted her。 She left them on the floor and； instead； putting on the most subdued of the robes that lay scattered around the bedroom； took to the scented sheets。 A man had been killed here only a few hours before； but that thought…which would once have driven her from the room； much less the bed…concerned her not at all。 She didn't discount the possibility that this disinterest in the bed's sordid past was in part the influence of the scents off the pillow she laid her head upon。 They conspired with fatigue； and with the heat of the bath from which she'd risen； to induce a languor she couldn't have resisted had her life depended upon it。 The tension went from her sinews and joints； her belly gave up its jitters。 Closing her eyes； she let her sister's bed lull her into dreaming。
Even during his most despondent meditations at the Pivot pit； Sartori had never felt the emptiness of his condition as acutely as he did now that he was parted from his other。 Meeting Gentle in the tower and witnessing the Pivot's call to Reconciliation； he'd sensed new possibilities in the air： a marriage of self and self which would heal him into wholeness。 But Gentle had poured contempt on that vision； preferring his mystif spouse over his brother。 Perhaps he'd change his mind now that Pie 'oh' pah was dead； but Sartori doubted it。 If he were Gentle…and he was…the mystifs death would be obsessed upon and magnified until such time as it could be revenged。 The enmity between them was confirmed。 There'd be no reunion。
He shared none of this with Rosengarten； who found him up in the gazebo； guzzling chocolate and musing on his anguish。 Nor did he allow Rosengarten to recount the disasters of the night （the generals dead； the army murdered or mutinied） for very long without stopping him。 They had plans to lay together； he told the piebald man； and it was little use fretting over what was lost。
〃We're going to go to the Fifth； you and I；〃 he informed Rosengarten。 〃We're going to build a new Yzordderrex。〃
It wasn't often he'd won a response from the man； but he got one now。 Rosengarten smiled。
〃The Fifth？〃 he said。
〃I knew it many years ago； of course； but by all accounts it's naked now。 The Maestros I knew are dead。 Their wisdoms are dishonored。 The place is defenseless。 We'll take them with such sways they won't even know they've given up their Dominion until the New Yzordderrex is in their hearts and inviolate。〃
Rosengarten made a murmur of approval。
〃Make any farewells you have to make；〃 Sartori said。 〃And I'll make mine。〃
〃We're going now？〃
〃Before the fires are out；〃 the Autarch said。
It was a strange sleep Jude fell into； but she'd traveled in the country of the unconscious often enough to feel unintimidated there。 This time she didn't mpve from the room in which she lay but luxuriated in its excesses；