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at modesty； even in Pie's present condition。 In fact； very few of those who passed by even glanced their way； and after a time he began to feel the fear lose its grip on him。 There was very little more that he could do。 They were at the edge of the known Dominions； where all maps stopped and the enigma of enigmas began。 What use was fear in the face of such imponderables？ He had to put it aside and proceed with dignity and containment； trusting to the powers that occupied the air here。
When Floccus returned with the means to wash Pie； Gentle asked if he might be left alone to do so。
〃Of course；〃 Floccus replied。 〃I've got friends here。 I'd like to seek them out。〃
When he left； Gentle began to bathe the suppurating eruptions of the uredo； which oozed not blood but a silvery pus； the smell of which pricked his sinuses like ammonia。 The body it fed upon seemed not only enfeebled but somehow unfocused； as though its contours and musculature were about to bee a vapor； and the flesh disperse。 Whether this was the uredo's doing or simply the condition of a mystif when life； and therefore its capacity to shape the sight of those gazing upon it； was fading； Gentle didn't know； but it made him think back over the way this body had appeared to him。 As Judith； of course； as an assassin； armored in nakedness； and as the loving androgyne of their wedding night in the Cradle； that had momentarily taken his face and stared back at him like a prophecy of Sartori。 Now； finally； it seemed to be a form of burnished mist； receding from his hand even as he touched it。
〃Gentle？ Is that you？ I didn't know you could see in the dark。〃
Gentle looked up from Pie's body to find that in the time he'd been washing the mystif； half mesmerized by memory； the evening had fallen。 There were lights burning at the bedsides of those nearby； but none near Pie 'oh' pah。 When he returned his gaze to the body he'd been washing； it was barely discernible in the gloom。
〃I didn't know I could either。〃
He stood up to greet the newer。 It was Athanasius； a lamp in his hand。 By its flame； which was as subject to the wind's whim as the canvas overhead； Gentle saw he'd been wounded in the fall of Yzordderrex。 There were several cuts on his face and neck and a larger； livid injury on his belly。 For a man who'd celebrated Sundays by making himself a new crown of thorns； these were probably wele disforts。
〃I'm sorry I didn't e to wele you earlier；〃 he said。 〃But with such numbers of casualties ing in I spend a lot of time administering last rites。〃
Gentle didn't remark on this； but the fear crept back up his spine。
〃We've had a lot of the Autarch's soldiers find their way here； and that makes me nervous。 Fm afraid we'll let in someone on a suicide mission； and he'll blow the place apart。 That's the way the bastard thinks。 If he's destroyed； he'll want to bring everything down with him。〃
〃I'm sure he's much more concerned with making his getaway；〃 Gentle said。
〃Where can he go？ The word's already spread across the Imajica。 There's armed uprising in Patashoqua。 There's hand…to…hand bat on the Lenten Way。 Every Dominion's shaking。 Even the First。〃
〃The First？ How？〃
〃Haven't you seen？ No； obviously you haven't。 e with me。〃
Gentle glanced back towards Pie。
〃The mystif's safe here；〃 Athanasius said。 〃We won't be long。〃
He led Gentle through the body of the beast to a door that took them out into the deepening dusk。 Though Floccus had counseled against what they were doing； hinting that the Erasure's proximity could do harm； there was no sign of any consequence。 He was either protected by Athanasius or resistant to any malign influence on his own account。 Either way； he was able to study the spectacle laid before him without ill effect。
There was no wall of fog； or even deeper twilight； to mark the division between the Second Dominion and the haunt of Hapexamendios。 The desert simply faded away into nothingness； like a drawing erased by the power on the other side； first being unfocused； then losing its color and its detail。 This subtle removal of solid reality； the world wiped away and replaced with nothing； was the most distressing sight Gentle had ever set eyes on。 Nor was the similarity between what was happening here and the state of Pie's body lost on him。
〃You said the Erasure was moving；〃 Gentle whispered。
Athanasius scanned the emptiness； looking for some sign； but nothing caught his eye。
〃It's not constant；〃 he said。 〃But every now and then ripples appear in it。〃〃Is that rare？〃
〃There are accounts of this happening in earlier times； but this isn't an area that encourages accurate study。 Observers get poetic here。 Scientists turn to sonnets。 Sometimes literally。〃 He laughed。 〃That was a joke； by the way。 Just in case you start worrying about your legs rhyming。〃
〃How does looking at this make you feel？〃 Gentle asked him。
〃Afraid；〃 Athanasius said。 〃Because I'm not ready to be there。〃
〃Nor am I；〃 Gentle said。 〃But I'm afraid Pie is。 I wish I'd never e； Athanasius。 Maybe I should take Pie away now； while I still can。〃
〃That's your decision；〃 Athanasius replied。 〃But I don't believe the mystif will survive if you move it。 A uredo's a terrible poison； Gentle。 If there's any chance of Pie being healed； it's here； close to the First。〃
Gentle looked back towards the distressing absence of the Erasure。
〃Is going to nothing being healed？〃 he said。 〃It seems more like death to me。〃
〃They may be closer than we think； death and healing；〃 Athanasius said。
〃I don't want to hear that；〃 Gentle said。 〃Are you staying out here？〃
〃For a while；〃 Athanasius replied。 〃If you do decide to go； e and find me first； will you； so that we can say goodbye？〃
〃Of course。〃
He left Athanasius to his void…watching and went back inside； thinking as he did so that this would be a fine time to find a bar and order up a stiff drink。 As he started back in the direction of Pie's bed； he was brought to a halt by a voice too abrasive for this hallowed place； and sufficiently slurred to suggest the speaker had found a bar himself and drunk it dry。
〃Gentle； you old bugger！〃
Estabrook stepped into view； grinning expansively； though several of his teeth were missing。
〃I heard you were here and I didn't believe it。〃 He seized Gentle's hand and shook it。 〃But here you are； large as life。 Who'd have thought it； eh？ The two of us； here。〃
Life in the encampment had wrought its changes on Charlie。 He could scarcely have been further from the grief…wasted plotter Gentle had met on Kite Hill。 Indeed； he could almost have passed for a clown； with his motley of pinstripe trousers； tattered braces； and unbuttoned tunic dyed half a dozen colors； all crowned with bald head and gap…toothed smile。
〃It's so good to see you！〃 he kept saying； his pleasure unalloyed。 〃We must talk。 This is the perfect time。 They're all going outside to meditate on their ignorance； which is fine for a few minutes； but God！ it gets drab。 e with me； e on！ They've given me a little nook of my own； to keep me out of the way。〃
〃Maybe later；〃 Gentle said。 〃I've got a friend here who's sick。〃
〃I heard somebody talking about that。 A mystif？ Is that the w