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My son； I marveled at their clamor； and wept too； and was ashamed； hearing them make this appeal to the Almighty； knowing that I was a thousand times more accountable than they。 O！ how 1 wished my feet might carry me away to some less odious place！ I swear at that moment I would have judged the heart of a fiery furnace an agreeable place； and lain my head there with hosannahs； rather than be where these deeds had been done。 But I could not retreat。 On the contrary； my mutinous limbs carried me to the very doorstep of that house。 There was foamy blood upon the threshold； as though the martyrs had that night marked the place so that the Angel of Destruction might find it； and cause the earth to gape 'neath it； and mit it to the Abyss。 And from within was a sound of idle chatter as the men I had known debated their profane philosophies。
I went down on my knees in the blood； calling to those within to e out and join me in begging forgiveness of the Almighty； but they scorned me with much laughter； and called me coward and fool； and told me to go on my way。 This I presently did； with much haste； and did escape the street with the cobbles telling me I should go about my crusade without fear of God's retribution； for I had turned my back on the sin of that house。
That was my dream。 I am setting it down straightway； and will have this letter sent post haste； that you may be warned what harm there is in that place and not be tempted to enter Clerkenwell or even stray south of Islington while I am gone from you。 For my dream instructs me that the street will be forfeit； in due course； for the crimes it has entertained； and 1 would not wish one hair of your sweet head harmed for the deeds I in my delirium mitted against the edicts of Our Lord。 Though the Almighty did offer His only begotten Son to suffer and die for our sins； I know that He would not ask that same sacrifice of me； knowing that I am His humblest servant； and pray only to be made His instrument until I quit this vale and go to Judgment。
May the Lord God keep you in His care until I embrace you again。
The ship Roxborough boarded a few hours after finishing this letter went down a mile out of Dover harbor； in a squall that troubled no other vessel in the vicinity but overturned the purger's ship and sank it in less than a minute。 All hands were lost。
The day after the letter arrived； the recipient； still tearful with the news； went to seek solace at the stables of his father's bay； Bellamare。 The horse had been jittery since her master's departure and； though she knew Roxborough's son well； kicked out at his approach； striking him in the abdomen。 The blow was not instantly fatal； but with stomach and spleen split wide； the youth was dead in six days。 Thus he preceded his father； whose body was not washed up for another week； to the family grave。
Pie 'oh' pah had recounted this sorry story to Gentle as they'd traveled from L'Himby to the Cradle of Chzercemit in search of Scopique； It was one of many tales the mystif had told on that journey； offering them not as biographical details； though of course many of them were precisely that； but as entertainment； edic； absurd； or melancholy； that usually opened with： 〃I heard about this fellow once 。。。〃
Sometimes the stories were told within a few minutes； but Pie had lingered over this one； repeating word for word the text of Roxborough's letter； though to this day Gentle didn't know how the mystif had e by it。 He understood why it had mitted the prophecy to memory； however； and why it had taken such trouble to repeat it for Gentle。 It had half believed there was some significance in Roxborough's dream； and just as it had educated Gentle on other matters pertaining to his concealed self； so it had told this tale to warn the Maestro of dangers the future might bring。
That future was now。 As the hours since Monday's return crept on； and Jude still didn't return； Gentle was reduced to picking his recollections of Roxborough's letter apart； looking for some clue in the purger's words as to what threat might be ing to the doorstep。 He even wondered if the man who'd written the letter was numbered among the revenants who by midmoming could be glimpsed in the heat haze。 Had Roxborough e back to watch the demise of the street he'd called damnable？ If he had…if he listened at the step the way he had in his dream…he was most likely as frustrated as the occupants； wishing they'd get on with the work he hoped would invite calamity。
But however many doubts Gentle harbored concerning Jude； he could not believe she would conspire against te Great Work。 If she said it was unsafe she had good reason for so saying； and； though every sinew in Gentle's body raged at inactivity； he refused to go downstairs and bring the stones up into the Meditation Room； for fear their very presence might tempt him into warming the circle。 Instead he waited； and waited； and waited； while the heat outside rose and the air in the Meditation Room grew sour with his frustration。 As Scopique had said； a working like this required months of preparation； not hours； and now even those hours were being steadily whittled away。 How late could he afford to postpone the ceremony before he gave up on Jude and began？ Until six？ Until nightfall？ It was an imponderable。
There were signs of unease outside the house as well as in。 Scarcely a minute went by without a new siren being added to the chorus of whoops and wails from every pass point。 Several times through the morning； bells began chiming from steeples in the vicinity； their peals neither summons nor celebration but alarm。 There were even cries occasionally： shouts and screams from distant streets carried to the open windows on air now hot enough to make the dead sweat。
And then； just after one in the afternoon； Clem came up the stairs； his eyes wide。 It was Taylor who spoke； and there was excitement in his voice。
〃Somebody's e into the house； Gentle。〃
〃Who？〃
〃A spirit of some kind； from the Dominions。 She's downstairs。〃
〃Is it Jude？〃
〃No。 This is a real power。 Can't you smell her？ I know you've given up women； but your nose still works； doesn't it？〃
He led Gentle out onto the landing。 The house lay quiet below。 Gentle sensed nothing。
〃Where is she？〃
Clem looked puzzled。 〃She was here a moment ago； I swear。〃
Gentle went to the top of the stairs； but Clem held him back。
〃Angels first；〃 he said； but Gentle was already beginning his descent； relieved that the torpor of the last few hours was over and eager to meet this visitor。 Perhaps she carried a message from Jude。
The front door stood open。 There was a pool of beer glinting on the step； but no sign of Monday。
〃Where's the boy？〃 Gentle asked。
〃He's outside； sky watching。 He says he saw a flying saucer。〃
Gentle threw his panion a quizzical look。 Clem didn't reply but laid his hand on Gentle's shoulder； his eyes going to the door of the dining room。 From inside came the barely audible sound of sobbing。
〃Mama；〃 Gentle said； and gave up any caution； hurrying down the rest of the flight with Clem in pursuit。
By the time he reached Celestine's room； the sound of her sobs had already disappeared。 Gentle dr