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〃It was silent；〃 she said。
〃That's good；〃 he replied。 〃For I am very deaf in my old age。〃
She shed most of her clothes； and put on the jewelry。 Then she played the scene from Nefertiti in which she discovers that her lover is dead by the order of the envious Queen； and she kills herself out of tragic longing for him。
The old bird…man wept freely at her performance。
〃I'm pleased it moved you so much；〃 Katya had said when she was done。
〃I accept your offering；〃 the creature had replied； 〃and I will give you your answer。〃
〃But you don't even know my question yet。〃
Yiacaxis clicked and cocked his head。 〃I know you wonder if there will ever be a love worth dying for in your life？ Is that your question？〃
〃Yes；〃 she said。 She would perhaps not have asked it that way； but the prophet was notoriously short…tempered with those who attempted to press him。
〃There are two multitudes；〃 he said。 〃One within you。 One without。 Should he love you enough to name one of these legions； then you will live in bliss with the other。〃
Of course she desperately wanted to ask him what this meant； but the audience was apparently already over； for Yiacaxis was raising his black wings； which were lined with little knots of human hair； tied up in ribbons that had long…ago lost their colour。 Thousands of locks of hair； in wings that spread perhaps twenty feet from tip to tip。 Without further word； he closed them over his melancholy face； and the shadows of the tree seemed to close around him a second time； so that he was invisible。
Perhaps； if she had the courage； she would go back to Yiacaxis； with Todd； and ask him another question。 Or this time Todd should do the asking。
And when they had questioned the Prophet Bird； and seen half a hundred other wonders in the Devil's Country； Katya would take Todd to a certain ship with which she was familiar； which had surely been made for a king； it was so finely wrought。
It had foundered on some rocks along the shore； and there it had been left； high and dry； many years ago。 For some reason no looter had ever attempted to despoil this sublime vessel； perhaps because they feared some royal revenge。 The only damage done to the vessel was the breaking of its hull by the rocks； and the inevitable deterioration of its exterior paintwork by wind and rain。 Inside； it remained a place of inparable luxury； its beautiful carved bed heaped with white furs； the wine still sweet in its flagons； the tinder in its fireplace still awaiting a flame。 She had often fantasized about taking a lover to the ship； making love to him on the furs。 If they were lucky； the wind would get up when they were cradled in the fort of one another's arms。 The wind would whistle in the ropes and the scarlet sails would billow； and they would imagine； as they made love； that they were on a voyage to the edge of the world。
It would be naive to speak lovingly of the Devil's Country without allowing that it had its share of horrors。
There were species in the forests； and the ravines and the black silent pools between the rocks； that had been invented by some benighted mind。 There were terrible arenas； where monsters were goaded to perform acts of horrible violation upon women； and sometimes upon men and even children。 But having viewed several of these spectacles herself； she could not deny that they were perversely arousing。 Some had the rigor of ceremonies； others seemed to be simple arenas of cruelty； where anything might be viewed if it was paid for。
The point was that she'd seen so little； and that there was so much for her to see； a private wonderland where she and Todd could go adventuring whenever they tired of the Canyon。 They could explore it to its very limits； and when they were weary and needed to sleep； they could simply step through the door and lock it； and retire to bed like any loving pair； and sleep peacefully in one another's arms。
But first she had to find him； and to find him she needed a chauffeur。 Only one man fitted that bill： Jerry Brahms。 They had known one another for so many years。 That was why she'd sent out the dream…summons to him。 He was loyal； he would e without fail。 It was only a matter of time before he turned up at the house； ready to do her bidding。 He was probably on his way up； even now。
It didn't take her long to dress。 She had wardrobes full of gowns designed by some of the greatest names in Hollywood history； but they were all too showy for this modest adventure。 So she chose conservatively： an immaculately…tailored black dress。 She kept her hair simple and her makeup discreet。
She was all dressed and ready to go； but there was still no sign of Jerry。 Thinking that perhaps he'd mistakenly assume she would wait for him in the big house； she decided to wander down through the twilight to look for him。 If he hadn't arrived then she'd wait for him at the front gate； so that there'd be no chance of their missing one another。
It was a walk she'd taken countless times； of course； though the pathway rose and dipped； she could have done it in safety blind…folded。
The night wasn't as clear as it had been when she and Todd had e out walking； there were rainclouds banked in from the north； and the air was sultry。 It was going to be one of those nights when you longed for a heaven…and…earth…shaking thunderstorm； the kind she remembered from her childhood。 But such events were rare in Los Angeles。 All the great storms she'd seen here had been cooked up by lighting men and rain…machines； pure artifice。
She knew she was being watched as she walked。 There wasn't a movement she made in the open air that the ghosts or their half…breed children did not observe。 They had even made spy…holes in the walls of her little house； she knew。 They watched her at her toilette； they watched her as she read and day…dreamed； they watched her as she slept。
She'd several times attempted to stop them and punish their voyeurism； but every time Zeffer plugged up the holes more appeared； and finally she'd given up the game as fruitless。 If they wanted to watch her while she slept； then let them go ahead。 Indeed until Todd had e into her life the idea of having somebody to watch over her…even if their motives were as hard to calculate as those of her voyeurs…was close to forting。
Needless to say there was also a measure of danger in the proximity of these revenants。 Katya didn't doubt that there was amongst their number some who would gladly have seen her dead； blaming her for the fact that their afterlife in was a pitiful thing。 Of course she didn't blame herself。 If her guests hadn't been so hungry to taste the pleasures of the Devil's Country then they wouldn't be so obsessively drawn to it。 But as long as they kept a respectful distance （why would they not； when she controlled the very thing they wanted for themselves？） then she would not persecute them。
They had their journey； she had hers。
She had reached the unkempt lawn； and paused there to take in the spectacle of the house。 The wind…chimes rang on four or five balconies； lending their beauty to the grand facade。 As she listened to their music she heard sounds from the thicket on the other s