ed towards the far end of the chamber。 Somebody had entered： a man； so wounded and ill…mended she didn't recognize him at first。 It was only when he was almost upon her that she realized the pany she kept。 It was Gentle； unshaven and badly fed； but greeting her with tears of joy in his eyes。 If words were exchanged she didn't hear them； but he fell to his knees in front of her； and her gaze went between his upturned face and the monumental effigy behind her。 It was not； after all； a thing of painted stone； but was in this vision made of living flesh； moving； weeping； even glancing down at the worshiper she was。
AH this was strange enough； but there was stranger still to e； as she looked back towards Gentle and saw him pluck from a hand too tiny to be hers the very stone that had given her this dream。 He took it with gratitude； his tears finally abating。 Then he rose； and as he made his way back towards the liquid door； the day beyond it blazed； and the scene was washed away in light。
She sensed that the enigma； whatever it signified； was passing away； but she had no power to hold it。 The glyph in her core appeared before her； and she rose from it like a diver from some treasure the deep would not relinquish； up through the dark and out into the place she'd left。
Nothing had changed in the room； but a sudden squall was on the world outside； its torrent heavy enough to drop a sheet of water between the raised window and the sill。 She stood up； clutching the stone。 The journey had left her lightheaded； however； and she knew if she tried to go to the kitchen and put some food in her belly her legs would fold up beneath her； so she lay down and let the pillow have her head awhile。
She didn't think she slept； but it was as difficult to distinguish between sleep and wakefulness as it had been in Quaisoir's bed。 The visions she'd seen in the darkness of her own belly were as insistent as some prophetic dream and stayed with her； the music of the rain a perfect acpaniment to the memory。 It was only when the clouds moved on； taking their deluge south； and the sun appeared between the sodden curtains； that sleep overcame her。
When she woke； it was to the sound of Gentle's key in the lock。 It was night； or close to it； and he switched on the light in the adjacent room。 She sat up and was about to call to him when she thought better of it and； instead； watched through the partially open door。 She saw his face for only an instant； but the glimpse was enough to make her want him to e in to her with kisses。 He didn't。 Instead； he paced back and forth next door； massaging his hands as though they ached； working first at the fingers； then at the palms。
Finally； she couldn't be patient any longer and got up； sleepily murmuring his name。 He didn't hear her at first； and she had to speak again before he realized it was being called。 Only then did he turn and put on a smile for her。
〃Still awake？〃 he said fondly。 〃You shouldn't have stayed up。〃
〃Are you all right？〃
〃Yes。 Yes； of course。〃 He put his hands to his face。 〃This is a hard business； you know。 I didn't expect it to be so difficult。〃
〃Do you want to tell me about it？〃
〃Some other tune；〃 he said； approaching the door。 She took his hands in hers。 〃What's this？〃 he said。
She was still holding the egg； but not for long。 He had it from her palm with the ease of a pickpocket。 She wanted to snatch it back； but she fought the instinct and let him study his prize。
〃Pretty；〃 he said。 Then； less lightly： 〃Where did it e from？〃
Why did she hesitate to answer？ Because he looked so weary； and she didn't want to burden him with new mysteries when he had a surfeit of his own？ It was that in part； but there was another part that was altogether less clear to her。 Something to do with the fact that in her vision she'd seen him far more broken that he was at present； wounded and wretched； and somehow that condition had to remain her secret； at least for a time。
He put the egg to his nose and sniffed it。 〃I smell you；〃 he said。
〃No。。。。〃
〃Yes； I do。 Where have you been keeping it？〃 He put his empty hand between her legs。 〃In here？〃
The thought was not so preposterous。 Indeed she might slip it into that pocket； when she had it back； and enjoy its weight。
〃No？〃 he said。 〃Well； I'm sure it wishes you would。 I think half the world would like to creep up there if it could。〃 He pressed his hand against her。 〃But it's mine； isn't it？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Nobody goes in there but me。〃
〃No。〃
She answered mechanically； her thoughts as much on reclaiming the egg as on his proprietorial talk。
〃Have you got anything we can get high on？〃 he said。
〃I had some dope。。。。〃
〃Where is it？〃
〃I think I smoked the last of it。 I'm not sure。 Do you want me to look？〃
〃Yes； please。〃
She reached up for the egg； but before her fingers could take hold of it he put it to his lips。
〃I want to keep it；〃 he said。 〃Sniff it for a while。 You don't mind； do you？〃
〃I'd like it back。〃
〃You'll have it back；〃 he said； with a faint air of condescension； as though her possessiveness was childish。 〃But I need a keepsake； something to remind me of you。〃
〃I'll give you some of my underwear；〃 she said。
〃It's not quite the same。〃
He laid the egg against his tongue and turned it； coating it in his spittle。 She watched him； and he watched her back。 He knew damn well she wanted her toy； but she wasn't going to stoop to begging him for it。
〃You mentioned dope；〃 he said。
She went back into the bedroom； put on the lamp beside the bed； and searched through the top drawer of her dresser where she'd last stashed her marijuana。
〃Where did you go today？〃 he asked her。
〃I went to Oscar's house。〃
〃Oscar？〃
〃Godolphin。〃
〃And how's Oscar？ Alive and kicking？〃
〃I can't find the dope。 I must have smoked it all。〃
〃You were telling me about Oscar。〃
〃He's locked himself up in his house。〃
〃Where does he live？ Maybe I should call on him。 Reassure him。〃 ^
〃He won't see you。 He won't see anybody。 He thinks the world's ing to an end。〃
〃And what do you think？〃
She shrugged。 She was quietly raging at him； but she wasn't exactly sure why。 He'd taken the egg for a while； but that wasn't a capital crime。 If the stone afforded him a little protection； why should she be covetous of it？ She was being petty； and she wished she could be other； but without the heat of sex shimmering between them he seemed crass。 It was not a flaw she expected to find in him。 Lord knows she'd accused him of countless deficiencies in her time； but a lack of finesse had never been one of them。 If anything； he'd been too much the polished operator； discreet and suave。
〃You were telling me about the end of the world；〃 he said。
〃Was I？〃
〃Did Oscar frighten you？〃
〃No。 But I saw something that did。〃
She told him； briefly； about the bowl and its prophecies。 He listened without ment； then said； 〃The Fifth's teetering。 We both know that。 But it won't touch us。〃
She'd heard the same sentiments from Oscar； or near enough。 Both these men； wanting to offer her a haven from the storm。 She should have been flattered。 Gentle looked at his watch。
〃I've got to go out again；〃 he said； 〃You'll be safe here； won't you？〃
〃I'll be fine。〃
〃You should sleep。 Make yourself strong。 There's going to be some dark times before it gets light again； and we're going to find some of that darkness in each other。 It's perfectly natural。 We're not angels； after all。〃 He chuckled。 〃At least； you may be； but I'm not。〃
So saying； he pocketed the egg。
〃Go back to bed；〃 he said。 〃I'll be back in the morning。 And don't worry； nothing's going to e near you but me。 I swear。 I'm with you； Judith； all the time。 And that's not love talking。〃
With that； he smiled at her and headed off； leaving her to wonder what indeed had been talking； if it wasn't love。
11
〃And who the fuck are you？〃 the filthy； bearded face demanded of the stranger who'd had the misfortune to stumble into its bleary sight。
The man he was questioning； whom he had by the neck； shook his head。 Blood had run from a crown of cuts and scrapes along his brow； where he'd earlier beaten his skull against a stone wall to try and silence the din of voices that echoed between his temples。 It hadn't worked。 There were still too many names and faces in there to be sorted out。 The only way he could answer his interrogator was with that shaking of his head。 Who was he？ He didn't know。
〃Well； get the fuck out of here；〃 the man said。
There was a bottle of cheap wine in his hand； and its stench； mingled with a deeper rot； on his breath。 He pushed his victim against the concrete wall of this underpass and closed upon him。
〃You can't sleep where you fuckin' want。 If you want to lie down； you fuckin' ask me first。 I say who sleeps here。 Isn't that right？〃
He swung his bloodshot eyes in the direction of the tribe who'd clambered from their beds of trash and newspapers to watch their leader have his sport。 There'd be blood； for certain。 There always was when Tolland got riled； and for some reason he was more riled by this trespasser than by others who'd laid down their homeless heads without his permission。
〃Isn't that right