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laughter together。 Cowering； Hammersmith was cornered behind his desk。 Galloway leapt on to it （he looked so ridiculous； shirt…tails and balls flip…flapping） and seized Hammersmith by the tie。
〃Philistine；〃 said Galloway； never now to know Hammersmith's heart； and broke the man's neck…snap！…while below the applause began again。
〃Do not embrace me till each circumstance Of place； time； fortune； do cohere and jump That I am Viola。〃 From Constantia's mouth the lines were a revelation。 It was almost as though this Twelfth Night were a new play； and the part of Viola had been written for Constantia Lichfield alone。 The actors who shared the stage with her felt their egos shrivelling in the face of such a gift。
The last act continued to its bitter…sweet conclusion； the audience as enthralled as ever to judge by their breathless attention。
The Duke spoke： 〃Give me thy hand； And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds。〃 In the rehearsal the invitation in the line had been ignored： no…one was to touch this Viola； much less take her hand。 But in the heat of the performance such taboos were forgotten。 Possessed by the passion of the moment the actor reached for Constantia。 She； forgetting the taboo in her turn； reached to answer his touch。
In the wings Lichfield breathed 〃no〃 under his breath； but his order wasn't heard。 The Duke grasped Viola's hand in his； life and death holding court together under this painted sky。
It was a chilly hand； a hand without blood in its veins； or a blush in its skin。
But here it was as good as alive。
They were equals； the living and the dead； and nobody could find just cause to part them。
In the wings； Lichfield sighed； and allowed himself a smile。 He'd feared that touch； feared it would break the spell。 But Dionysus was with them tonight。 All would be well； he felt it in his bones。
The act drew to a close； and Malvolio； still trumpeting his threats； even in defeat； was carted off。 One by one the pany exited； leaving the clown to wrap up the play。
〃A great while ago the world began； With hey； ho； the wind and the rain； But that's all one； our play is done And we'll strive to please you every day。〃 The scene darkened to blackout； and the curtain descended。 From the gods rapturous applause erupted； that same rattling； hollow applause。 The pany； their faces shining with the success of the Dress Rehearsal； formed behind the curtain for the bow。 The curtain rose： the applause mounted。
In the wings； Galloway joined Lichfield。 He was dressed now： and he'd washed the blood off his neck。
〃Well； we have a brilliant success；〃 said the skull。 〃It does seem a pity that this pany should be dissolved so soon。〃
〃It does；〃 said the corpse。
The actors were shouting into the wings now； calling for Galloway to join them。 They were applauding him； encouraging him to show his face。
He put a hand on Lichfield's shoulder。
〃We'll go together； sir；〃 he said。
〃No； no； I couldn't。〃
〃You must。 It's your triumph as much as mine。〃 Lichfield nodded； and they went out together to take their bows beside the pany。
In the wings Tallulah was at work。 She felt restored after her sleep in the Green Room。 So much unpleasantness had gone； taken with her life。 She no longer suffered the aches in her hip； or the creeping neuralgia in her scalp。 There was no longer the necessity to draw breath through pipes encrusted with seventy years〃 muck； or to rub the backs of her hands to get the circulation going； not even the need to blink。 She laid the fires with a new strength； pressing the detritus of past productions into use： old backdrops； props； costuming。 When she had enough bustibles heaped； she struck a match and set the flame to them。 The Elysium began to burn。
Over the applause； somebody was shouting： 〃Marvellous； sweethearts； marvellous。〃 It was Diane's voice； they all recognized it even though they couldn't quite see her。 She was staggering down the centre aisle towards the stage； making quite a fool of herself。
Silly bitch；〃 said Eddie。
Whoops；〃 said Galloway。
he was at the edge of the stage now； haranguing him。
Got all you wanted now； have you？ This your new lady…love is it？ Is it？〃 he was trying to clamber up； her hands gripping the hot metal hoods of the footlights。 Her skin began to singe： the fat was well and truly in the fire。
For God's sake； somebody stop her；〃 said Eddie。 But she didn't seem to feel the searing of her hands； she just laughed in his face。 The smell of burning flesh wafted up from the footlights。 The pany broke rank； triumph forgotten。
Somebody yelled： 〃Kill the lights！〃 A beat； and then the stage lights were extinguished。 Diane fell back； her hands smoking。 One of the cast fainted； another ran into the wings to be sick。 Somewhere behind them； they could hear the faint crackle of flames； but they had other calls on their attention。
With the footlights gone； they could see the auditorium more clearly。 The stalls were empty； but the Balcony and the gods were full to bursting with eager admirers。 Every row was packed； and every available inch of aisle space thronged with audience。 Somebody up there started clapping again； alone for a few moments before the wave of applause began afresh。 But now few of the pany took pride in it。
Even from the stage； even with exhausted and light dazzled eyes； it was obvious that no man； woman or child in that adoring crowd was alive。 They waved fine silk handkerchiefs at the players in rotted fists； some of them beat a tattoo on the seats in front of them； most just clapped； bone on bone。
Galloway smiled； bowed deeply； and received their admiration with gratitude。 In all his fifteen years of work in the theatre he had never found an audience so appreciative。
Bathing in the love of their admirers； Constantia and Richard Lichfield joined hands and walked down…stage to take another bow； while the living actors retreated in horror。
They began to yell and pray； they let out howls； they ran about like discovered adulterers in a farce。 But； like the farce； there was no way out of the situation。 There were bright flames tickling the roof…joists； and billows of canvas cascaded down to right and left as the flies caught fire。 In front； the dead： behind； death。 Smoke was beginning to thicken the air； it was impossible to see where one was going。 Somebody was wearing a toga of burning canvas； and reciting screams。 Someone else was wielding a fire extinguisher against the inferno。 All useless： all tired business； badly managed。 As the roof began to give； lethal falls of timber and girder silenced most。
In the Gods； the audience had more or less departed。 They were ambling back to their graves long before the fire department appeared； their cerements and their faces lit by the glow of the fire as they glanced over their shoulders to watch the Elysium perish。 It had been a fine show； and they were happy to go home； content for another while to gossip in the dark。
The fire burned through the night； despite the never less than gallant efforts of the fire department to put it out。 By four in the morning the fight was given up as lost； and the conflagration allowed its head。 It had done with the Elysium by dawn。
In the ruins the remains of several persons were discovered； most of the bodies in states that defied easy identification。 Dental records were consulted； and one corpse was found to be that of Giles Hammersmith （Administrator）； another that of Ryan Xavier （Stage Manager） and； most shockingly； a third that of Diane Duvall。 〃Star of The Love Child burned to death〃； read the tabloids。 She was forgotten in a week。
There were no survivors。 Several bodies were simply never found。
They stood at the side of the motorway； and watched the cars careering through the night。
Lichfield was there of course； and Constantia； radiant as ever。 Galloway had chosen to go with them； so had Eddie； and Tallulah。 Three or four others had also joined the troupe。
It was the first night of their freedom； and here they were on the open road； travelling players。 The smoke alone had killed Eddie； but there were a few more serious injuries amongst their number； sustained in the fire。 Burned bodies； broken limbs。 But the audience they would play for in the future would forgive them their pretty mutilations。
〃There are lives lived for love；〃 said Lichfield to his new pany； 〃and lives lived for art。 We happy band have chosen the latter persuasion。〃
〃There was a ripple of applause amongst the actors。
〃To you； who have never died； may I say： wele to the world！〃 Laughter： further applause。
The lights of the cars racing north along the motorway threw the pany into silhouette。 They looked； to all intents and purposes； like living men and women。 But then wasn't that the trick of their craft？ To imitate life so well the illusion was indistinguishable from the real thing？ And their new public； awaiting them in mortuaries； churchyards and chapels of rest； would appreciate the skill more than most。 Who better to applaud the sham of passion and pain they would perform than the dead； who had experienced such feelings； and
