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There was a balmy rain falling as they left London the next day； but by the time they'd reached the estate the sun was breaking through； and the parkland gleamed around them as they entered。 They didn't make any detours to the house but headed straight to the copse that concealed the Retreat。 There was a breeze in the branches； and they flickered with light leaves。 The smell of life was everywhere； stirring her blood for the journey ahead。
Oscar had advised her to dress with an eye to practicality and warmth。 The city； he said； was subject to rapid and radical shifts in temperature； depending on the direction of the wind。 If it came off the desert； the heat in the streets could bake the flesh like unleavened bread。 And if it swung and came off the ocean； it brought marrow…chilling fogs and sudden frosts。 None of this daunted her； of course。 She was ready for this adventure as for no other in her life。
〃I know I've gone on endlessly about how dangerous the city's bee；〃 Oscar said as they ducked beneath the low…slung branches； 〃and you're tired of hearing about it； but this isn't a civilized city； Judith。 About the only man I trust there is Peccable。 If for any reason we were to be separated…or if anything were to happen to me…you can rely upon him for help。〃
〃I understand。〃
Oscar stopped to admire the pretty scene ahead； dappled sunlight falling on the pale walls and dome of the Retreat。 〃You know； I used only to e here at night；〃 he said。 〃I thought that was the sacred time； when magic had the strongest hold。 But it's not true。 Midnight Mass and moonlight is fine； but miracles are here at noon as well； just as strong； just as strange。〃
He looked up at the canopy of trees。
〃Sometimes you have to go away from the world to see the world；〃 he said。 〃I went to Yzordderrex a few years back and stayed…oh； I don't know； two months； maybe two and a half； and when I came back to the Fifth I saw it like a child。 I swear； like a child。 This trip won't just show you other Dominions。 If we get back safe and sound…〃
〃We will。〃
〃Such faith。 If we do； this world will be different too。 Everything changes after this； because you'll be changed。〃
〃So be it；〃 she said。
She took hold of his hand； and they started towards the Retreat。 Something made her uneasy； however。 Not his words…his talk of change had only excited her…but the hush between them； perhaps； which was suddenly deep。
〃Is there something wrong？〃 he said； feeling her grip tighten。
〃The silence。 。 。。〃
〃There's always an odd atmosphere here。 I've felt it before。 A lot of fine souls died here； of course。〃
〃At the Reconciliation？〃
〃You know about that； do you？〃
〃From Clara。 It was two hundred years ago this midsummer； she said。 Perhaps the spirits are ing back to see if someone's going to try again。〃
He stopped； tugging on her arm。 〃Don't talk about it； even in jest。 Please。 There'll be no Reconciliation； this summer or any other。 The Maestros are dead。 The whole thing's…1'
〃All right；〃 she said。 〃Calm down。 I won't mention it again。〃
〃After this summer it'll be academic anyway；〃 he said； with a feigned lightness； 〃at least for another couple of centuries。 I'll be dead and buried long before this hoopla starts again。 I've got my plot； you know？ I chose it with Peccable。 It's on the edge of the desert； with a fine view of Yzordderrex。〃
His nervous babble concealed the quiet until they reached the door； then he let it drop。 She was glad he was silent。 The place deserved reverence。 Standing at the step； it wasn't difficult to believe phantoms gathered here； the dead of centuries past mingling with those she'd last seen living on this very spot： Charlie for one； of course； coaxing her inside； telling her with a smile that the place was nothing special； just stone； and the voiders too； one burned； one skinned； both haunting the threshold。
〃Unless you see any just impediment；〃 Oscar said； 〃I think we should do this。〃
He led her inside； to the middle of the mosaic。 〃When the time es；〃 he said。 〃We have to hold on to each other。 Even if you think there's nothing to hold on to； there is； it's just changed for a time。 I don't want to lose you between here and there。 The In Ovo's no place to go wandering。〃
〃You won't lose me；〃 she said。
He went down on his haunches and dug into the mosaic； pulling from the pattern a dozen or so pieces of pyramidal stone the size of two fists； which had been so designed as to be virtually invisible when set in their places。
〃I don't fully understand the mechanisms that carry us over；〃 he said as he worked。 〃I'm not sure anybody does pletely。 But according to Peccable there's a sort of mon language into which anybody can be translated。 And all the processes of magic involve this translation。〃
He was laying the stones around the edge of the circle as he spoke； the arrangement seemingly arbitrary。
〃Once matter and spirit are in the same language； one can influence the other in any number of ways。 Flesh and bone can be transformed； transcended…〃 〃Or transported？〃 〃Exactly。〃
Jude remembered how the removal of a traveler from this world into another looked from the outside： the flesh folding upon itself； the body distorted out of all recognition。
〃Does it hurt？〃 she said。 〃At the beginning； but not badly。〃 〃When will it begin？〃 she said。 He stood up。 〃It already has；〃 he said。 She felt it； as he spoke： a pressure in her bowels and bladder； a tightness in her chest that made her catch her breath。
〃Breathe slowly；〃 he said； putting his palm against her breastbone。 〃Don't fight it。 Just let it happen。 There's no harm going to e to you。〃
She looked down at his hand； then beyond it to the circle that enclosed them； and out through the door of the Retreat to the sunlit grass that lay just a few paces from where she stood。 Close as it was； she couldn't return there。 The train she'd boarded was gathering speed around her。 It was too late for doubts or second thoughts。 She was trapped。
〃It's all right；〃 she heard Oscar say； but it didn't feel that way at all。
There was a pain in her belly so sharp it felt as though she'd been poisoned； and an ache in her head； and an itch too deep in her skin to be scratched。 She looked at Oscar。 Was he enduring the same disforts？ If so he was bearing them with remarkable fortitude； smiling at her like an anesthetist。
〃It'll be over soon；〃 he was saying。 〃Just hold on 。 。 。 it'll he over soon。〃
He drew her closer to him； and as he did so she felt a tingling pass through her cells； as though a rainstorm was breaking inside her； sluicing the pain away。
〃Better？〃 he said； the word more shape than sound。
〃Yes；〃 she told him and； smiling； put her lips to his； closing her eyes with pleasure as their tongues touched。
The darkness behind her lids was suddenly brightened by gleaming lines； falling like meteors across her mind's eye。 She lifted her lids again； but the spectacle came out of her skull； daubing Oscar's face with streaks of brightness。 A dozen vivid hues picked out the furrows and creases of his skin； another dozen； the geology of bone beneath； and another； the lineaments of nerves and veins and vessels； to the tiniest detail。 Then； as though the mind interpreting them had done with its literal translation and could now rise to poetry； the layered maps of his flesh simplified。 Redundancies and repetitions were discarded； the forms that emerged so simple and so absolute that the matter they represented seemed wan by parison； and receded before them。 Seeing this show； she remembered the glyph she'd imagined when she and Oscar had first made love： the spiral and curve of her pleasure laid on the velvet behind her eyes。 Here was the same process again； only the mind imagining them was the circle's mind； empowered by the stones and by the travelers' demand for passage。
A motion at the door distracted her gaze momentarily。 The air around them was close to dropping its sham of sights altogether； and the scene beyond the circle was blurred。 But there was enough color in the suit of the man at the threshold for her to know him even though she couldn't make out his face。 Who else but Dowd wore that absurd shade of apricot？ She said his name； and though she heard no sound from her throat； Oscar understood her alarm and turned towards the door。
Dowd was approaching the circle at speed； his intention perfectly clear： to hitch a ride to the Second Dominion。 She'd seen the gruesome consequences of such interference before； on this very spot； and she braced herself against Oscar for the ing shock。 Instead of trusting to the circle to dispatch the hanger…on； however； Oscar turned from her and went to strike Dowd。 The circle's flux multiplied his violence tenfold； and the glyph of his body became an illegible scrawl； the colors dirtied in an instant。 The pain she'd thought washed away swept back over her。 Blood ran from her nose and into her open mouth。 Her skin itched so violently she'd have brought blood to that too had the pain in her joints not kept her from moving。
She could make no sense of the scribble in front of her until her glance caught sight of Oscar's face； smeared and raw； screaming back at her as he toppled from the circle。 She reache
