〃It's all right；〃 she told him。 〃He's not going to hurt me。 Are you？〃 She studied Dowd。 〃Well； are you？〃 she said again。 〃You can't afford to lose me。 I'm the last audience you'll have； and you know it。 If you don't tell this story to me； you're not going to tell it to anybody。 Not this side of Hell。〃
The man quietly conceded her point。 〃True；〃 he said。
〃So tell。 Unburden yourself。〃
He drew a laborious breath； then he began。
〃I saw Him once； you know；〃 he said。 〃The Father of the Imajica。 He came to me in the desert。〃
〃He appeared in person； did He？〃 she said； her skepticism plain。
〃Not exactly。 I heard Him speaking out of the First。 But I saw hints； you know； in the Erasure。〃
〃And what did He look like？〃
〃Like a man； from what I could see。〃
〃Or what you imagined。〃
〃Maybe I did；〃 Dowd said。 〃But I didn't imagine what He told me…〃
〃That He'd raise you up。 Make you His procurer。 You've told me all this before； Dowd。〃
〃Not all of it；〃 he said。 〃When I'd seen Him； I came back to the Fifth； using feits He'd whispered to me to cross the In Ovo； and I searched the length and breadth of London for a woman to be blessed among women。〃
〃And you found Celestine？〃
〃Yes。 I found Celestine…at Tyburn； as a matter of fact… watching a hanging。 I don't know why I chose her。 Perhaps because she laughed so hard when the man kissed the noose； and I thought； She's no sentimentalist； this woman； she won't weep and wail if she's taken into another Dominion。 She wasn't beautiful； even then； but she had a clarity； you know？ Some actresses have it。 The great ones； anyway。 A face that could carry extremes of emotion and not look bathetic。 Maybe I was a little infatuated with her。。。。〃 He shivered。 〃I was capable of that when I was younger。 So 。。。 I made myself known to her； and told her I wanted to show her a living dream； the like of which she'd never forget。 She resisted at first； but I could have talked the face off the moon in those days； and she let me drug her with sways and take her away。 It was a hell of a journey。 Four months； across the Dominions。 But I got her there eventually； back to the Erasure。。。。〃
〃And what happened？〃
〃It opened。〃
〃And？〃
〃I saw the City of God。〃
Here at least was something she wanted to know about。 〃What was it like？〃 she said。
〃It was just a glimpse…〃
Having denied him her proximity for so long； she leaned towards him and repeated her question inches from his ravaged face。 〃What was it like？〃
〃Vast and gleaming and exquisite。〃
〃Gold？〃
〃All colors。 But it was just a glimpse。 Then the walls seemed to burst； and something reached for Celestine and took her。〃
〃Did you see what it was？〃
〃I've tried to remember； over and over。 Sometimes I think it was like a net； sometimes like a cloud。 Idon't know。 Whatever it was； it took her。〃
〃You tried to help her； of course；〃 Jude said。
〃No； I shat my pants and crawled away。 What could I do？ She belonged to God。 And in the long run； wasn't she the lucky one？〃
〃Abducted and raped？〃
〃Abducted； raped； and made a little divine。 Whereas I； who'd done all the work； what was I？〃
〃A pimp。〃
〃Yes。 A pimp。 Anyway； she's had her revenge；〃 he said sourly。 〃Look at me！ She's had more than enough。〃
That was true。 The life both Oscar and Quaisoir had failed to extinguish in Dowd； Celestine had virtually put out。
〃So that's the Father's tale？〃 Jude said。 〃I've heard most of it before。〃
〃That's the tale。 But what's the moral？〃
〃You tell me。〃
He shook his head slightly。 〃I don't know whether you're mocking or not〃
〃I'm listening； aren't I？ Be grateful for small mercies。 You could be lying here without an audience。〃
〃Well； that's part of it； isn't it？ I'm not。 You could have e here when I was dead。 You could maybe not have e here at all。 But our lives have collided one last time。 That's fate's way of telling me to unburden myself。〃
〃Of what？〃
〃I'll tell you。〃 Again； a labored breath。 〃All these years I've wondered： Why did God pluck a scabby little actor chappie up out of the dirt and send him across three Dominions to fetch Him a woman？〃
〃He wanted a Reconciler。〃
〃And He couldn't find a wife in His own city？〃 Dowd said。 〃Isn't that a little odd？ Besides； why does He care whether the Imajica's Reconciled or not？〃
Now that was a good question； she thought。 Here was a God who'd sealed Himself away in His own city； and showed no desire to lower the wall between His Dominion and the rest； yet went to immense lengths to breed a child who would bring all such walls tumbling down。
〃It's certainly strange；〃 she said。
〃I'd say so。〃
〃Have you got any answers to any of this？〃
〃Not really。 But I think He must have some purpose； don't you； or why go to all this trouble？〃
〃A plot。。。〃
〃Gods don't plot。 They create。 They protect。 They proscribe。〃
〃So which is He doing？〃
〃That's the nub of it。 Maybe you can find out。 Maybe the other Reconcilers already did。〃
〃The others？〃
〃The sons He sent before Sartori。 Maybe they realized what He was up to； and they defied Him。〃
There was a thought。
〃Maybe Christos didn't die saving mortal man from his sins…〃
〃But from his Father？〃
〃Yes。〃
She thought of the scenes she'd glimpsed in the Boston Bowl…the terrible spectacle of the city； and most likely the Dominion； overwhelmed by a great darkness…and her body； that had been driven to fits and convulsions by the torments visited upon her； grew suddenly still。 There was no panic； no frenzy： just a deep； cold dread。
〃What do I do？〃
〃I don't know； lovey。 You're free to do whatever you like； remember？〃
A few hours before； sitting on the step with Clem； her lack of a place in the Gospel of Reconciliation had depressed her spirits。 But now it seemed that fact offered her some frail thread of hope。 As Dowd had been so eager to claim at the tower； she belonged to no one。 The Godolphins were dead； and so was Quaisoir。 Gentle had gone to walk in the footsteps of Christos； and Sartori was either out building his New Yzordderrex or digging a hole to die in。 She was on her own； and in a world in which everyone else was blinded by obsession and obligation； that was a significant condition。 Perhaps only she could see this story remotely now and make a judgment unswayed by fealty。
〃This is some choice；〃 she said。
〃Perhaps you'd better forget I even spoke； lovely；〃 Dowd said。 His voice was being frailer by the phrase； but he preserved as best he could his jaunty tone。 〃It's just gossip frqm an actor chappie。〃
〃If I try and stop the Reconciliation…〃
〃You'll be flying in the face of the Father； the Son； and probably the Holy Ghost as well。〃
〃And if I don't？〃
〃You take the responsibility for whatever happens。〃
〃Why？〃
〃Because〃…the power in his voice was now so diminished the sound of the fire he'd built was louder…〃because I think only you can stop it。〃
As he spoke； his hand lost its grip on her arm。 〃Well。。。〃 he said； 〃that's done。。。。〃 His eyes began to flicker closed。
〃One last thing； lovey？〃 he said。
〃Yes？〃
〃It's maybe asking too much 。。。〃
〃What is？〃
〃I wonder 。。。 could you 。。。 forgive me？ I know it's absurd 。。。 but I don't want to die with you despising me。〃
She thought of the cruel scene he'd played with Quaisoir； when her sister had asked for some kindness。 While she hesitated； he began whispering again。
〃We were 。。。 just a little 。。。 the same； you know？〃
At this； she put out her hand to touch him and offer what fort she could； but before her fingers reached him his breath stopped and his eyes flickered closed。
Jude let out a tiny moan。 Against all reason； she felt a pang of loss at Dowd's passing。
〃Is something wrong？〃 Monday said。
She stood up。 〃That rather depends on your point of view；〃 she said； borrowing an air of edic fatalism from the man at her feet。 It was a tone worth rehearsing。 She might need it quite a bit in the next few hours； 〃Can you spare a cigarette？〃 she asked Monday。
Monday fished out his pack and lobbed it over。 She took one and threw the pack back as she returned to the fire； stooping to pluck up a burning twig to light the tobacco。
〃What happened to fella； m'lad？〃
〃He's dead。〃
〃So what do we do now？〃
What indeed？ If ever a road divided； it was here。 Should she prevent the Reconciliation…it wouldn't be difficult； the stones were at her feet…and let history call her a destroyer for doing so？ Or should she let it proceed and risk an end to all histories； and futures too？
〃How long till it's light？〃 she asked Monday。
The watch he was wearing had been part of the booty he'd brought back to Gamut Street on his first trip。 He consulted it with a flourish。 〃Two and a half hours；〃 he said。
There was so little time to act； and littler still to decide on a course。 Returning to Clerkenwell with Monday was a cul…de…sac； that at least was certain。 Gentle was the Unbeheld's agent in this； and he wasn't going to be diverted from his Father's business now； especially on the word of a man like Dowd； who'd spent his life a stranger to truth。 He'd argue that this confession had been Dowd's revenge on the living： a last desperate attempt to spoil a glory he knew he couldn't share。 And maybe that wa