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's dabblings； the prisoners that connived and suppurated there； rising at the scent of escape。
At the door； the gek…a…gek set up a clamor of anticipation； sensing the release of their fellows。 But for all their power they'd have few of the spoils in the ing massacre。 There were forms appearing below that made them look kittenish： entities of such elaboration neither Jude's eyes nor wits could enpass them。 The sight terrified her； but if this was the only way to halt the Reconciliation； then so be it。 History would repeat itself； and the Maestro be twice damned。
He'd seen the Oviates' ascent as clearly as she and was frozen by the sight。 Determined to prevent him from reestablishing the status quo at all costs； she reached to snatch the stone from his hand； so as to pitch it through the window。 But before her fingers could grasp it he looked up at her。 The anguish went from his face； and rage replaced it。
〃Throw the stone away！〃 she yelled。
His eyes weren't on her； however。 They were on a sight at her shoulder。 Sartori！ She threw herself aside as the knives came down and； clutching the mantelpiece； turned back to see the brothers face to face； one armed with blades； the other with the stone。
Sartori's glance had gone to Jude as she leapt； and before he could return it to his enemy Gentle brought the stone down with a two…handed blow； striking sparks from one of the blades as he dashed it from his brother's fingers。 While the advantage was his； Gentle went after the second blade； but Sartori had it out of range before the stone could connect； so Gentle swung at the empty hand； the cracking of his brother's bones audible through the din of Oviates and boards and cracking walls。
Sartori made a pitiful yell and raised his fractured hand in front of his brother； as if to win remorse for the hurt。 But as Gentle's eyes went to Sartori's broken hand； the other； whole and sharp； came at his flank。 He glimpsed the blade and half turned to avoid it； but it found his arm； opening it to the bone from wrist to elbow。 He dropped the stone； a rain of blood ing after； and as his palm went up to stem the flow Sartori entered the circle； slashing back and forth as he came。
Defenseless； Gentle retreated before the blade and； arching back to avoid the cuts； lost his footing and went down beneath his attacker。 One stab would have finished him there and then。 But Sartori wanted intimacy。 He straddled his brother's body and squatted down upon it； slashing at Gentle's arms as he attempted to ward off the coup de grace。
Jude scoured the unsolid boards for the fallen knife； her gaze distracted by the malignant forms that were everywhere turning their faces to freedom。 The blade； if she could find it； would be of no use against them； but it might still dispatch Sartori。 He'd planned to take his own life with one of these knives。 She could still turn it to such work； if she could only find it。
But before she could do so； she heard a sob from the circle and； glancing back； saw Gentle sprawled beneath his brother's weight； horrendously wounded； his chest sliced open； his jaw； cheeks； and temples slashed； his hands and arms crisscrossed with cuts。 The sob wasn't his； but Sartori's。。 He'd raised the knife and was uttering this last cry before he plunged the blade into his brother's heart。
His grief was premature。 As the knife came down； Gentle found the strength to thrash one final time； and instead of finding his heart the blade entered his upper chest below his clavicle。 Slickened； the handle slipped through Sartori's fingers。 But he had no need to reclaim it。 Gentle's rally was over as suddenly as it had begun。 His body uncurled； its spasms ceased； and he lay still。
Sartori rose from his seat on his brother's belly and looked down at the body for a time； then turned to survey the spectacle of the void。 Though the Oviates were close to the surface now； he didn't hurry to act or retreat； but surveyed the whole panorama at the center of which he stood； his eyes finally ing to rest on Jude。
〃Oh； love；〃 he said softly。 〃Look what you've done。 You've given me to my Heavenly Father。〃
Then he stooped and reached out of the circle to take hold of the stone that Gentle had removed and； with the finesse of a painter laying down a final stroke； put it back in place。
The status quo wasn't instantly restored。 The forms below continued to rise； seething with frustration as they sensed that their route into the Fifth had been sealed。 The fire in the stone began to go out； but before their last gutterings Sartori murmured an order to the gek…a…gek and they sloped from their places at the door； their flat heads skimming the ground。 Jude thought at first they were ing for her； but it was Gentle they'd been ordered to collect。 They divided around the circle and reached over its perimeter； taking hold of the body almost tenderly and lifting it out of their Maestro's way。
〃Down the stairs；〃 he told them； and they retreated to the door with their burden； leaving the circle in Sartori's sole possession。
A terrible calm had descended。 The last glimpses of the In Ovo had disappeared； the light in the stones was all but gone。 In the gathering darkness she saw Sartori find his place at the center of the circle and sit。
〃Don't do this；〃 she murmured to him。
He raised his head and made a little grunt； as though he was surprised she was still in the room。
〃It's already done；〃 he said。 〃All I have to do is hold the circle till midnight。〃
She heard a moan from below； as Clem saw what the Oviates had brought to the top of the stairs。 Then came the thump； thump； thump as the body was thrown down the flight。 There could only be seconds before they came back for her； seconds to coax him from the circle。 She knew only one way； and if it failed there could be no further appeal。
〃I love you；〃 she said。
It was too dark to see him； but she felt his eyes。
〃I know；〃 he said； without feeling。 〃But my Heavenly Father will love me more。 It's in His hands now。〃
She heard the Oviates moving behind her； their breaths chilly on her neck。
〃I don't ever want to see you again；〃 Sartori said。
〃Please call them off；〃 she begged him； remembering the way Clem had been apprehended by these beasts； his arms half swallowed。
〃Leave of your volition； and they won't touch you；〃 he said。 〃I am about my Father's business。〃
〃He doesn't love you。。。。〃
〃Leave。〃
〃He's incapable。。。。〃
〃Leave；〃
She got to her feet。 There was nothing left to say or do。 As she turned her back on the circle the Oviates pressed their cold flanks against her legs and kept her trapped between them until she reached the threshold； to be certain she made no last attempt on their summoner's life。 Then she was allowed to go unescorted onto the landing。 Clem was halfway up the stairs； bludgeon in hand； but she instructed him to stay where he was； fearful that the gek…a…gek would claw him to shreds if he climbed another step。
The door to the Meditation Room slammed behind her； and she glanced back to confirm what she'd already guessed： that the Oviates had followed her out and were now standing guard at the threshold。 Still nervous that they'd land some last blow； she crossed to the top of the flight as though she were walking on eggs and only picked up her speed once she was on the stairs。
There was light below； but the scene it illuminated was as grim as anything above。 Gentle was lying at the bottom of the stairs； his head laid on Celestine's lap。 The sheet she'd worn had fallen from her shoulders； and her breasts were bare； bloodied where she'd held her son's face to her skin。
〃Is he dead？〃 Jude murmured to Clem。
He shook his head。 〃He's holding on。〃
She didn't have to ask what for。 The front door was open； hanging half demolished from its hinges； and through it she could hear the first stroke of midnight from a distant steeple。
〃The circle's plete；〃 she said。
〃What circle？〃 Clem asked her。
She didn't reply。 What did it matter now？ But Celestine had looked up from her meditation on Gentle's face； and the same question was in her eyes as on Clem's lips； so Jude answered them as plainly as she could。
〃The Imajica's a circle；〃 she said。
〃How