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gh that I've got Roxborough at my ear all yesterday； telling me he doesn't trust you； I have to bear you parading your arrogance。〃
〃Roxborough understands nothing。〃
〃He says you're obsessed with women； so he understands that； at least。 You watch some girl across the street； he says…〃
〃What if I do？〃
〃How can you give yourself to the Reconciliation if you're so distracted？〃
〃Are you trying to talk me out of wanting Judith？〃
〃I thought magic was a religion to you。〃
〃So's she。〃
〃A discipline； a sacred mystery。〃
〃Again； so's she。〃 He laughed。 〃When I first saw her； it was like my first glimpse of another world。 I knew I'd risk my life to be inside her skin。 When I'm with her； I feel like an adept again； creeping towards a miracle； step by step。 Tentative； excited…〃
〃Enough！〃
〃Really？ You don't want to know why I need to be inside her so badly？〃
Godolphin eyed him ruefully。 〃Not really；〃 he said。 〃But if you don't tell me； I'll only wonder。〃
〃Because for a little time； I'll forget who I am。 Everything petty and particular will go out of me。 My ambition。 My history。 Everything。 I'll be unmade。 And that's when I'm closest to divinity。〃
〃Somehow you always manage to bring everything back to that。 Even your lust。〃
〃It's all One。〃
〃I don't like your talk of the One；〃 Godolphin said。
〃You sound like Roxborough with his die turns！ Simplicity is strength and all the rest。〃
〃That's not what I mean and you know it。 It's just that women are where everything begins； and I like…how shall I put it？ … to touch the source as often as possible。〃
〃You think you're perfect； don't you？〃 Godolphin said。
〃Why so sour？ A week ago you were doting on my every word。〃
〃I don't like what we're doing；〃 Godolphin replied。 〃I want Judith for myself。〃
〃You'll have her。 And so will I。 That's the glory of this。〃
〃There'll be no difference between them？〃
〃None。 They'll be identical。 To the pucker。 To the lash。〃
〃So why must I have the copy？〃
〃You know the answer to that。 Because the original loves me； not you。〃
〃I should never have let you set eyes on her。〃
〃You couldn't have kept us apart。 Don't look so forlorn。 I'm going to make you a Judith that'll dote on you and your sons； and your son's sons； until the name Godolphin disappears off the face of the earth。 Now where's the harm in that？〃
As he asked the question all the candles but the one he held went out； and the past was extinguished with them。 He was suddenly back in the empty house； a police siren whooping 〃nearby。 He stepped back into the hallway as the car sped down Gamut Street； its blue light pulsing through the windows。 Seconds later； another came howling after。 Though the din of the sirens faded and finally disappeared； the flashes did not。 They brightened from blue to white； however； and lost their regularity。 By their brilliance he saw the house once more restored to glory。 It was no longer a place of debate and laughter however。 There was sobbing above and below； and the animal smells of fear in every corner。 Thunder rattled the roof； but there was no rain to soothe its choler。
I don't want to be here； he thought。 The other memories had entertained him。 He'd liked his role in the proceedings。
But this darkness was another matter entirely。 It was full of death； and he wanted to run from it。
The lightning came again； horribly livid。 By it； he saw Lucius Cobbitt standing halfway up the stairs； clutching the banister as though he'd fall if he didn't。 He'd bitten his tongue or lip； or both； and blood dribbled from his mouth and chin； made stringy by the spit with which it was mingled。 When Gentle climbed the stairs he smelt excrement。 The boy had loosed his bowels in his breeches。 Seeing Gentle； he raised his eyes。
〃How did it fail； Maestro？〃 he sobbed。 〃How？〃 Gentle shuddered as the question brought images flooding into his head； more horrendous than all the scenes he'd witnessed at the Erasure。 The failure of the Reconciliation had been sudden； and calamitous； and had caught the Maestros representing the five Dominions at such a delicate time in the working that they'd been ill…equipped to prevent it。 The spirits of all five had already risen from their circles across Imajica and； carrying the analogues of their worlds； had converged on the Ana； the zone of inviolability that appeared every two centuries in the heart of the In Ovo。 There； for a tender time； miracles could be worked； as the Maestros； safe from the In Ovo's inhabitants but freed and empowered by their immaterial state； unburdened themselves of their similitudes and allowed the genius of the Ana to plete the fusing of the Dominions。 It was a precarious time； but they'd been reaching its conclusion when the circle in which the Maestro Sartori's physical body sat； its stones protecting the outside world from the flux which let on to the In Ovo； broke。 Of all the potential places for failure in the ceremonies； this was the unlikeliest： tantamount to transubstantiation failing for want of salt in the bread。 But fail it did； and once the breach was opened； there was no way to seal it until the Maestros had returned to their bodies and mustered their feits。 In that time the hungry tenants of the In Ovo had free access to the Fifth。 Not only to the Fifth； but to the exulted flesh of the Maestros themselves； who vacated the Ana in confusion； leading the hounds of the In Ovo back to their flesh。
Sartori's life would certainly have been forfeited along with all the others had Pie 'oh' pah not intervened。 When the circle broke； Pie was being forcibly removed from the Retreat on Godolphin's order； for voicing a prophetic murmur of alarm and disturbing the audience。 The duty of removal had fallen to Abelove and Lucius Cobbitt； but neither had possessed the strength to hold the mystif。 It had broken free； racing across the Retreat and plunging into the circle； where its master was visible to the assembly only as a blaze of light。 The mystif had learned well at Sartori's feet。 It had defenses against the flux of power that roared in the circle and had pulled the Maestro from under the noses of the approaching Oviates。
The rest of the assembly； however； caught between the mystif's yells of warning and Roxborough's attempts to maintain the status quo； were still standing around in confusion when the Oviates appeared。
The entities were swift。 One moment the Retreat was a bridge to the transcendental； the next； it was an abattoir。 Dazed by his sudden fall from grace； the Maestro had seen only snatches of the massacre； but they were burned on his eyes； and Gentle remembered them now in all their wretched detail： Abelove； scrabbling at the ground in terror as an Oviate the size of a felled bull； but resembling something barely born； opened its toothless maw and drew him between its jaws with tongues the length of whips； McGann； losing his arm to a sleek dark animal that rippled as it ran but hauling himself away； his blood a scarlet fountain； while the thing was distracted by fresher meat； and Flores…poor Flores； who'd e to Gamut Street the day before； carrying a letter of introduction from Casanova…caught by two beasts whose skulls were as flat as spades a