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counter pointed by soft； piping sighs。 It was an eager voice； a loving voice。
All at once； Eugene seemed to understand。 He took hold of the boy's hair and hauled him away from the door。
Aaron squealed with pain。
'Papa！' he yelled。
Eugene took the cry as addressed to himself； but Aaron's true father also heard the boy's voice。 His answering call was threaded with piercing notes of concern。
Outside the house Lucy had heard the exchange of voices。 She came out of the protection of her shack； knowing what she'd see against that sheening sky； but no less dizzied by the monumental creatures that had gathered on every side of the house。 An anguish went through her； remembering the lost joys of that day six years previous。 They were all there； the unforgettable creatures； an incredible selection of forms …Pyramidal heads on rose coloured； classically propor…tioned torsos； that umbrellaed into shifting skirts of lace flesh。 A headless silver beauty whose six mother of pearl arms sprouted in a circle from around its purring； pulsating mouth。 A creature like a ripple on a fast…running stream； constant but moving； giving out a sweet and even tone。 Creatures too fantastic to be real； too real to be disbelieved； angels of the hearth and threshold。 One had a head； moving back and forth on a gossamer neck； like some preposterous weather…vane； blue as the early night sky and shot with a dozen eyes like so many suns。 Another father； with a body like a fan； opening and closing in his excitement； his orange flesh flushing deeper as the boy's voice was heard again。
'Papa！'
At the door of the house stood the creature Lucy remembered with greatest affection； the one who had first touched her； first soothed her fears； first entered her； infinitely gentle。 It was perhaps twenty feet tall when standing at its full height。 Now it was bowed towards the door； its mighty； hairless head； like that of a bird painted by a schizophrenic； bent close to the house as it spoke to the child。 It was naked； and its broad； dark back sweated as it crouched。
Inside the house； Eugene drew the boy close to him； as a shield。
'What do you know； boy？'
'Papa？'
'I said what do you know？'
'Papa！'
Jubilation was in Aaron's voice。 The waiting was over。
The front of the house was smashed inwards。 A limb like a flesh hook curled under the lintel and hauled the door from its hinges。 Bricks flew up and showered down again； wood…splinters and dust filled the air。 Where there had once been safe darkness； cataracts of sunlight now poured onto the dwarfed human figures in the ruins。
Eugene peered up through the veil of dust。 The roof was being peeled back by giant hands； and there was sky where there had been beams。 Towering on every side he saw the limbs； bodies and faces of impossible beasts。 They were teasing the remaining walls down； destroying his house as casually as he would break a bottle。 He let the boy slip from his grasp without realizing what he'd done。
Aaron ran towards the creature on the threshold。
'Papa！'
It scooped him up like a father meeting a child out of school； and its head was thrown back in a wave of ecstasy。 A long； indescribable noise of joy was uttered out of its length and breadth。 The hymn was taken up by the other creatures； mounting in celebration。 Eugene covered his ears and fell to his knees。 His nose had begun to bleed at the first notes of the monster's music； and his eyes were full of stinging tears。 He wasn't frightened。 He knew they were not capable of doing him harm。 He cried because he had ignored this eventuality for six years； and now； with their mystery and their glory in front of him； he sobbed not to have had the courage to face them and know them。 Now it was too late。 They'd taken the boy by force； and reduced his house； and his life； to ruins。 Indifferent to his agonies； they were leaving； singing their jubilation； his boy in their arms forever。
In the township of Wele organization was the by…word of the day。 Davidson could only watch with admiration the way these foolish； hardy people were attempting to confront impossible odds。 He was strangely enervated by the spectacle； like watching settlers； in some movie； preparing to muster paltry weaponry and simple faith to meet the pagan violence of the savage。 But； unlike the movie； Davidson knew defeat was pre…ordained。 He'd seen these monsters： awe…inspiring。 Whatever the rightness of the cause； the purity of the faith； the savages trampled the settlers underfoot fairly often。 The defeats just make it into the movies。
Eugene's nose ceased to bleed after half an hour or so； but he didn't notice。 He was dragging； pulling； cajoling Lucy towards Wele。 He wanted to hear no explanations from the slut； even though her voice was babbling ceaselessly。 He could only hear the sound of the monsters' churning tones； and Aaron's repeated call of 'Papa'； that was answered by a house…wrecking limb。
Eugene knew he had been conspired against； though even in his most tortured imaginings he could not grasp the whole truth。
Aaron was mad； he knew that much。 And somehow his wife； his ripe…bodied Lucy； who had been such a beauty and such a fort； was instrumental in both the boy's insanity and his own grief。
She'd sold the boy： that was his half…formed belief。 In some unspeakable way she had bargained with these things from the underworld； and had exchanged the life and sanity of his only son for some kind of gift。 What had she gained； for this payment？ Some trinket or other that she kept buried in her shack？ My God； she would suffer for it。 But before he made her suffer； before he wrenched her hair from its holes； and tarred her flashing breasts with pitch； she would confess。 He'd make her confess； not to him but to the people of Wele … the men and women who scoffed at his drunken ramblings； laughed when he wept into his beer。 They would hear； from Lucy's own lips； the truth behind the nightmares he had endured； and learn； to their horror； that demons he talked about were real。 Then he would be exonerated； utterly； and the town would take him back into its bosom asking for his forgiveness； while the feathered body of his bitch…wife swung from a telephone pole outside the town's limits。
They were two miles outside Wele when Eugene stopped。
'Something's ing。'
A cloud of dust； and at its swirling heart a multitude of burning eyes。
He feared the worst。
'My Christ！'
He loosed his wife。 Were they ing to fetch her too？ Yes； that was probably another part of the bargain she'd made。
'They've taken the town；' he said。 The air was full of their voices； it was too much to bear。
They were ing at him down the road in a whining horde； driving straight at him … Eugene turned to run； letting the slut go。 They could have her； as long as they left him alone； Lucy was smiling into the dust。
'It's Packard；' she said。
Eugene glanced back along the road and narrowed his eyes。 The cloud of divils was resolving itself。 The eyes at its heart were headlights； the voices were sirens； there was an army of cars and motorcycles； led by Packard's howling vehicle； careering down the road from Wele。
Eugene was confounded。 What was this； a mas