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〃Did your father talk to you about the cellar？〃 she asked him。
〃Once or twice。 He knew more about the Dominions than he should have done。 I think he even knew a few feits。 I can't be sure。 He was a cagey bugger。 But at the end； when he was delirious； he'd mutter these names。 Patashoqua； I remember。 He repeated that over and over。〃
〃Do you think he ever crossed into the Dominions？〃
〃I doubt it。〃
〃So you worked out how to do that on your own？〃
〃I found a few books down here and smuggled them out。 It wasn't difficult to get the circle working。 Magic doesn't decay。 It's about the only thing〃…he paused； grunted； forced the key…〃that doesn't。〃 It began to turn； but not all the way。 〃I think Papa would have liked Patashoqua；〃 he went on。 〃But it was only a name to him； poor sod。〃
〃It'll be different after the Reconciliation；〃 Jude said。 〃I know it's too late for him…〃
〃On the contrary；〃 Oscar said； grimacing as he bullied the key。 〃From what I hear； the dead are just as locked up as the rest of us。 There's spirits everywhere； according to Peccable； ranting and raving。〃
〃Even in here？〃
〃Especially in here；〃 he said。
With that； the lock gave up its resistance； and the key turned。
〃There；〃 he said。 〃Just like magic。〃
〃Wonderful。〃 She patted his back。 〃You're a genius。〃
He grinned at her。 The dour； defeated man she'd found sweating in the pews an hour ago had lightened considerably now there was something to distract him from his death sentence。 He withdrew the key from the lock and turned the handle。 The door was stout and heavy； but it opened without much resistance。 He preceded her into the darkness。
〃If I remember right；〃 he said； 〃there's a light here。
No？〃 He patted the wall to the side of the door。 〃Ah！ Wait！〃
A switch flipped； and a row of bare bulbs； strung from a cable； illuminated the room。 It was large； wood…paneled； and austere。
〃This is the one part of Roxborough's house still intact； besides the cellar。〃 There was a plain oak table in the middle of the room； with several chairs around it； 〃This is where they met； apparently： the first Tabula Rasa。 And they kept meeting here； over the years； until the house was demolished。〃
〃Which was when？〃
〃In the late twenties。〃
〃So a hundred and fifty years of Godolphin bums sat on one of those seats？〃
〃That's right。〃
〃Including Joshua。〃
〃Presumably。〃
〃I wonder how many of them I knew？〃
〃Don't you remember？〃
〃I wish I did。 I'm still waiting for the memories to e back。 In fact； I'm begining to wonder if they ever will。〃
〃Maybe you're repressing them for a reason？〃
〃Why？ Because they're so appalling I can't face them？ Because I acted like a whore； let myself be passed around the table with the port； left to right？ No； I don't think that's it at all。 I can't remember because I wasn't really living。 I was sleepwalking； and nobody wanted to wake me。〃
She looked up at him； almost defying him to defend his family's ownership of her。 He said nothing； of course。 Instead； he moved to the vast grate； ducking beneath the mantelpiece； selecting a third key as he went。 She heard him slot it in the lock and turn it； heard the motion of cogs and counterweights its turning initiated； and； finally； heard the groan of the concealed door as it opened。 He glanced back at her。
〃Are you ing？〃 he said。 〃Be careful。 The steps are steep。〃
The flight was not only steep but long。 What little light spilled from the room above dwindled after hahf a dozen steps； and she descended twice that number in darkness before Oscar found a switch below； and lights ran off along the labyrinth。 A sense of triumph ran through her。 She'd put her desire to find a way into this underworld aside many times since the dream of the blue eye had brought her to Celestine's cell； but it had never died。 Now； finally； she was going to walk where her dream sight h'ad gone； through this mine of books with its seams to the ceiling； to the place where the Goddess lay。
〃This is the single largest collection of sacred texts since the library at Alexandria；〃 Oscar said； his museum…guide tone a defense； she suspected； against the sense of moment he shared with her。 〃There are books here even the Vatican doesn't know exist。〃 He lowered his voice； as though there might be other browsers here that he'd disturb if he spoke too loudly。 〃The night he died； Papa told me he found a book here written by the Fourth King。〃
〃The what？〃
〃There were three kings at Bethlehem； remember？ According to the Gospels。 But the Gospels lied。 There were four。 They were looking for the Reconciler。〃
〃Christ was a Reconciler？〃
〃So Papa said。〃
〃And you believe that？〃
〃Papa had no reason to lie。〃
〃But the book； Oscar； the book could have lied。〃
〃So could the Bible。 Papa said this Magi wrote his story because he knew he'd been cut out of the Gospels。 It was this fellow named the Imajica。 Wrote the word down in this book。 There it was on the page for the first time in history。 Papa said he wept。〃
Jude surveyed the labyrinth that spread from the foot of the stairs with fresh respect。 〃Have you tried to find the book since？〃
〃I didn't need to。 When Papa died I went in search of the real thing。 I traveled back and forth as though Christos had succeeded and the Fifth was reconciled。 And there they were； the Unbeheld's many mansions。〃
And there； too； the most enigmatic player in this interDominional drama： Hapexamendios。 If Christos was a Reconciler； did that make the Unbeheld Christos' Father？ Was the force in hiding behind the fogs of the First Dominion the Lord of Lords； and； if so； why had He crushed every Goddess across the Imajica； as legend said He had？ One question begged another； all from a few claims made by a man who'd knelt at the Nativity。 No wonder Roxborough had buried these books alive。
〃Do you know where your mystery woman's lurking？〃 Oscar said。
〃Not really。〃
〃Then we've got a hell of a search on our hands；〃
〃I remember there was a couple making love down here； near her cell。 One of them was Bloxham。〃
〃Dirty little bugger。 So we should be looking for some stains on the floor； is that it？ I suggest we split up； or we'll be here all summer。〃
They parted at the stairs and made their separate ways。 Jude soon discovered how strangely sound carried in the tunnels。 Sometimes she could hear Godolphin's footsteps so clearly she thought he must be following her。 Then she'd turn a corner （or else he would） and the noise would not simply fade but vanish altogether； leaving only the pad of her own soles on the cold stone to keep her pany。 They were buried too deeply for even the remotest murmur from the street above to penetrate； nor was there any suspicion of sound from the earth around them： no hum of cables； no sluicing of drains。
She was several times tempted to pluck one of the tomes from its shelf； thinking perhaps serendipity would put her in reach of the diary of the Fourth King。 But she resisted； knowing that even if she had time to browse here； which she didn't； the volumes were written in the great languages of theology and philosophy： Latin； Greek； Hebrew； and Sanskrit； all inprehensible to her。 As ever on this journey； she