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pat from between the Gentile's teeth。 But nobody doubted that something remarkable had taken place in these seconds。 A wonder worker had appeared among them and laid the tyrant Tolland low without even touching him。
The wounded man wasn't bested so easily； however。 Though his blade had gone from his fingers （and been surreptitiously swiped by Monday） he still had his tribe to defend him。 He summoned them now； with wild screeches of rage。
〃See what he did？ What are you fuckin' waitin' for？ Take him！ Take the fucker！ No one does that to me！ Irish？ Irish？ Where the fuck are you？ Somebody help me！〃
It was the woman who came to his aid； but he pushed her aside。
〃Where the fuck's Irish？〃
〃I'm here。〃
〃Take hold of the bastard；〃 Tolland said。
Irish didn't move。
〃D'you hear me？ He used some fuckin' Jew…boy trick on me！ You saw him。 Some yid trick； it was。〃
〃I saw him；〃 said Irish。
〃He'll do it again！ He'll do it to you！〃
〃I don't think he's goin' to do anything to anybody。〃
〃Then break his fuckin' head。〃
〃You can do it if you like；〃 Irish said。 〃I'm not touching him。〃
Despite his wounding and his bulk； Tolland was up on his feet in seconds； and going at his sometime lieutenant like a bull； but the Gentile's hand was on his shoulder before his fingers could get to the man's throat。 He stopped in his tracks； and the spectators had sight of the day's second wonder： fear on Tolland's face。 There'd be no ambiguity in their reports of this。 When word went out across the city…as it did within the hour； passed from one asylum Tolland had spoiled with blood to another…the account； though embroidered in the telling； was at root the same。 Drool had run from Tolland's mouth； it said； and his face had got sweaty。 Some said piss ran from the bottom of his trousers and filled his boots。
〃Let Irish alone；〃 the Gentile told him。 〃In fact 。。。let us all alone。〃
Tolland made no reply。 He simply looked at the hand laid on him and seemed to shrink。 It wasn't his wounding that made him so quiescent； or even fear of the Gentile attacking a second time。 He'd sustained injuries far worse than the wound on his shoulder and simply been inflamed to fresh cruelties。 It was the touch he shrank from： the Gentile's hand laid lightly on his shoulder。 He turned and backed away from his wounder； glancing from side to side as he did so； in the hope that there would be somebody to support him。 But everyone； including Irish and Carol； gave him a wide berth。
〃You can't do this；〃 he said when he'd put five yards between himself and the Gentile。 〃I've got friends all over！ Ill see you dead； fucker。 I will。 I'll see you dead！〃
The Gentile simply turned his back on this and stooped to claim from the ground the scattered shards of Monday's chalks。 This casual gesture was in its way more eloquent than any counter…threat or show of power； announcing as it did his plete indifference to the other man's presence。 Tolland stared at the Gentile's bent back for several seconds； as if calculating the risk of mounting another attack。 Then； calculations made； he turned and fled。
〃He's gone；〃 said Monday； who was crouching beside the Gentile and watching over his shoulder。
〃Do you have any more of these？〃 the stranger said； rocking the colors in the cradle of his palm。
〃No。 But I can get some。 Do you draw？〃
The Gentile stood up。 〃Sometimes；〃 he said。
〃Do you copy stuff； like me？〃
〃I don't remember。〃
〃I can teach you； if you want。〃
〃No；〃 the Gentile replied。 〃I'll copy from my head。〃 He looked down at the crayons in his hand。 〃I can empty it that way。〃
〃Could you be doin' with paint as well？〃 Irish asked； as the Gentile's gaze went to the gray concrete all around them。
〃You could get paint？〃
〃Me and Carol here； we can get anything。 Whatever you want； Gentile； we'll get it for you。〃
〃Then 。。。 I want all the colors you can find。〃 〃Is that all？ You don't want something to drink？〃 But the Gentile didn't reply。 He was wandering towards the pillar against which Tolland had first pinned him and was applying a color to it。 The chalk'in his fingers was yellow； and with it he began to draw the circle of the sun。
When Jude woke it was almost noon： eleven hours or more since Gentle had e home； relieved her of the egg that had brought her a glimpse of Nirvana； then headed out again into the night。 She felt sluggish and pained by the light。 Even when she turned the hot water in her shower to a trickle and let it run near cold； it failed to fully waken her。 She toweled herself half dry and padded through to the kitchen naked。 The window was open there； and the breeze brought goose bumps。 At least this was some sign of life； she thought； negligible though it was。
She put on some coffee and the television； flipping the channels from one banality to another； then letting it burble along with the percolator while she dressed。 The telephone rang while she was looking for her second shoe。 There was a din of traffic at the other end of the line； but no voice； and after a couple of seconds the line went dead。 She put down the receiver and stayed by the phone； wondering if this was Gentle trying to get through。 Thirty seconds later the phone rang again。 This time there was a speaker： a man； whose voice was barely more than a ragged whisper。
〃For Christ's sake 。。。〃
〃Who is this？〃
〃Oh； Judith 。。。 God； God。。。 Judith？ 。。。 It's Oscar。。。。〃
〃Where are you？〃 she said。 He was very clearly not locked up in his house。
〃They're dead； Judith。〃
〃Who are？〃
〃Now it's me。 Now it wants me。〃
〃I'm not getting this； Oscar。 Who's dead？〃 〃Help me。。。 you've got to help me。。。。 Nowhere's safe。〃 〃e to the Hat then。〃 〃No 。。。 you e here。。。。〃 〃Where's here？〃
〃I'm at St。 Martin…in…the…Fields。 Do you know it？〃 〃What the hell are you doing there？〃 〃I'll be waiting inside。 But hurry。 It's going to find me。 It's going to find me。〃
The traffic around the square was locked； as was often the case at noon； the breeze that had brought gooseflesh an hour before too meek to disperse the fog of countless exhausts and the fumes of as many frustrated drivers。 Nor was the air inside the church any less stale； though it was pure ozone beside the smell of fear that came off the man sitting close to the altar； his thick hands knitted so tightly the bone of his knuckles showed through the fat。
〃I thought you said you weren't going to leave the house；〃 she reminded him。
〃Something came for me；〃 Oscar said； his eyes wide。 〃In the middle of the night。 It tried to get in； but it couldn't。 Then this morning…in broad daylight…I heard the 。parrots kicking up a din； and the back door was blown off its hinges。〃
〃Did you see what it was？〃
〃Do you think I'd be here if I had？ No； I was ready； after the first time。 As soon as I heard the birds I ran for the front door。 Then this terrible din； and all the lights went out。。。。〃
He divided his hands and took light hold of her arm。
〃What am I going to do？〃 he said。 〃It'll find me； sooner or later。 It's killed all the rest of them…〃
〃Who？〃
〃Haven't you seen the headlines？ They're all dead。 Lionel； McGann； Bloxham。 Even the ladies。 Shales was in his bed。 Cut up in pieces in his own bed； I ask you； what kind of creature does that？〃
〃A quiet one。〃
〃How can you joke？〃
〃I joke； you sweat。 We deal with it the best way we know how。〃 She sighed。 〃You're a better man than this； Oscar。 You shouldn't be hiding away。 There's work to do。〃
〃Don't tell me about your damn Goddess； Judith。 It's a lost cause。 The tower'll be rubble by now。〃
〃If there's any help for us；〃 she said； 〃it's there。 I know it。 e with me； won't you？ I've seen you brave。 What's happened to you？〃
〃I don't know；〃 he said。 〃I wish I did。 All these years I've been crossing over to Yzordderrex； not giving a damn where I put my nose； not caring whether I was at risk or not； as long as there were new sights to see。 It was another world。 Maybe another me； too。〃
〃And here？〃
He made a baffled face。 〃This is England；〃 he said。 〃Safe； rainy； boring England； where the cricket's bad and the beer's warm。 This isn't supposed to be a dangerous place。〃
〃But it is； Oscar； whether we like it or not。 There's a darkness here wor