cb.imajica2-第95部分
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sure； waiting for the blank wall to dissolve and give him a glimpse of Hapexa…mendios' Dominion。
His gaze left the sight； however； when he felt Gentle's presence。 〃Maestro？〃 he said。
More than any of the others； Gentle wanted to share something of what was afoot with Jackeen； but he dared not。 Any exchange this close to the Erasure might be monitored by the God behind it； and he knew he'd not be able to converse with this man； who'd shown him such devotion； without offering some word of warning； so he didn't tempt himself。 Instead he manded his spirit on； hearing Jackeen call his name again as he went。 But before the appeal could e a third time he passed through the Erasure and into the Dominion beyond。 In the blind moments before the First appeared； his mother's voice echoed in his head。
〃She went into a city of iniquities；〃 he heard her saying； 〃where no ghost was holy； and no flesh was whole。〃
Then the Erasure was behind him； and he was hovering on the perimeters of the City of God。
No wonder his brother had been an architect； he thought。 Here was enough inspiration for a nation of prodigies； a labor of ages； raised by a power for whom an age was the measure of a breath。 Its majesty spread in every direction but the one behind； the streets wider than the Patashoquan Highway and so straight they only disappeared at their vanishing point； the buildings so monumental the sky was barely visible between their eaves。 But whatever suns or satellites hung in the heavens of this Dominion； the city had no need of their illumination。 Cords of light ran through the paving stones； and through the bricks and slabs of the great houses； their ubiquity ensuring that all but the most vapid shadows were banished from the streets and plazas。
He moved slowly at first； expecting soon to encounter one of the city's inhabitants； but after passing over half a dozen intersections and finding no soul on the streets； he began to pick up his speed； slowing only when he glimpsed some sign of life behind the facades。 He wasn't nimble enough to catch a face； nor was he so presumptuous as to enter uninvited； but he several times saw curtains moving； as though some shy but curious citizen was retiring from the sill before he could return the scrutiny。 Nor was this the only sign of such presences。 Carpets left hanging over balustrades still shook； as if their beaters had just retired from their patios； vines dropped their leaves down as fruit gatherers fled for the safety of their rooms。
It seemed that however fast he traveled…and he was moving faster than any vehicle…he couldn't overtake the rumor that drove the populace into hiding。 They left nothing behind： no pet； no child； no scrap of litter； no stroke of graffiti。 Each was a model citizen and kept his or her life out of sight behind the drapes and the closed doors。
Such emptiness in a metropolis so〃 clearly built to teem might have seemed melancholy had it not been for the structures themselves； which were built of materials so diverse in texture and color； and were lent such vitality by the light that ran in them； that； even though they were deserted； the streets and plazas had a life of their own。 The builders had banished gray and brown from their palette and in its place had found slate； stone； paving； and tiles of every conceivable hue and nuance； mingling their colors with an audacity no architect of the Fifth would have dared。 Street after street presented a spectacle of glorious color： facades of lilac and amber； colonnades of brilliant purples； squares laid out in ocher and blue。 And everywhere； amid the riot； scarlet of eye…pricking intensity； and a white as perfect； and here and there； used more sparingly still； flicks and snippets of black： a tile； a brick； a seam in a slab。
But even such beauty could pall； and after a thousand such streets had slipped by…all as heroically built； all as lushly colored…the sheer excess of it became sickening； and Gentle was glad of the lightning that he saw erupt from one of the nearby streets； its brilliance sufficient to bleach the color from the facades for a flickering time。 In search of its source； he redirected himself and came into a square； at the center of which stood a solitary figure； a Nullianac； its head thrown back as it unleashed its silent bolts into the barely glimpsed sky。 Its power was many orders of magnitude greater than anything Gentle had witnessed from its like before。 It； and presumably its brothers； had a piece of the God's power between the palms of its face； and its capacity for destruction was now stupendous。
Sensing the approach of the wanderer； the creature left off its rehearsals and floated up from the square as it searched for this interloper。 Gentle didn't know what harm it could do to him in his present condition。 If the Nullianacs were now Hapexamendios' elite； who knew what authority they'd been lent？ But there was no profit in retreat。 If he didn't seek some direction； he might wander here forever and never find his Father。
The Nullianac was naked； but there was neither sensuality nor vulnerability in that state。 Its flesh was almost as bright as its fire； its form without visible means of procreation or evacuation： without hair； without nipples； without navel。 It turned and turned and turned again； looking for the entity whose nearness it sensed； but perhaps the new scale of its destructive powers had made it insensitive； because it failed to find Gentle until his spirit hovered a few yards away。
〃Are you looking for me？〃 he said。
It found him now。 Arcs of energy played back and forth between the palms of its head； and out of their cracklings the creature's unmelodious voice emerged。
〃Maestro；〃 it said。
〃You know who I am？〃
〃Of course；〃itsaid。 〃Of course。〃
Its head wove like that of a mesmerized snake as it drew closer to Gentle。
〃Why are you here？〃 it said。
〃To see my Father。〃
〃Ah。〃
〃1 came here to honor Him。〃
〃So do we all。〃
〃I'm sure。 Can you take me to Him？〃
〃He's everywhere；〃 the Nullianac said。 〃This is His city； and He's in its every mote。〃
〃So if I speak to the ground I speak to Him； do I？〃
The Nullianac mused on this for a few moments。 〃Not the ground；〃 it said。 〃Don't speak to the ground。〃
〃Then what？ The walls？ The sky？ You？ Is my Father in you？〃
The arcs in the Nullianac's head grew more excitable。 〃No；〃 it said。 〃I wouldn't presume…〃
〃Then will you take me to where I can do Him devotion？ There isn't much time。〃
It was this remark more than any other which gained the Nullianac's pliance。 It nodded its death…laden head。
〃I'll take you；〃 it said； and rose a little higher； turning from Gentle as it did so。 〃But as you say； we must be swift。 His business cannot wait long。〃
Though Jude had been loath to let Celestine climb the stairs above； knowing as she did what lay at the top； she also knew that her presence would only spoil what little chance the woman had of gaining access to the Meditation Room； so she reluctantly stayed below； listening hard…as did they all…for some clue to what was transpiring in the shadows of the landing。
The first sound they heard was the warning growls of the gek…a…gek； followed by Sartori's voice； telling trespassers that their lives would be forfeit if they attempted to enter。 Celestine answered him； but in a voice so low the sense of what she said was lost before it reached the bottom of the flight； and as the minutes passed…were they minutes？ perhaps only dreadful seconds； waiting for another eruption of violence…Jude could resist the temptation no longer and； snuffing out the candles closest to her； started a slow ascent。
She expected the angels to make some move to stop her； but they were too preoccupied with tending to Gentle's body； and she climbed unhindered by all but her caution。 Celestine was still outside the door； she saw； but the Oviates were no longer blocking her way。 At the instruction of the man inside they'd shrunk away and were waiting； bellies to the ground； for a cue to do mischief。 Jude was now almost halfway up the flight； and she was able to catch fragments of the exchange that was under way between mother and son。 It was Sartori's voice she heard first； a wasted whisper。
〃It's over； Mama。。。。〃
〃I know； child；〃 Celestine said。 There was conciliation in her tone； not rebuke。
〃He's going to kill everything。。。。〃
〃Yes。 I know that too。〃
〃I had to hold the circle for Him 。 。 。 it's what He wanted。〃
〃And you had to do what He wanted。 I understand that； child。 Believe me； I do。 1 served Him too； remember？ It's no great crime。〃
At these words of forgiveness； the door of the Meditation Room clicked open and slowly swung wide。 Jude was too far down the staircase to see more than the rafters； lit either by a candle or the halo of Oviate tissue that had attended on Sartori when he was out in the street。 With the door open； his voice was much clearer。
〃Will you e in？〃 he asked Celestine。
〃Do you want me to？〃
〃Yes； Mama。 Please。 I'd like us to be together when the end conies。〃
A familiar sentiment； Jude thought。 Apparently he didn't much care what breast he laid his sobbing head on； as long as he wasn't left to die alone。 Celestine put up no furthe
