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tself； he thought of the man again； lying on his final pillow； talking about floating and charging Gentle to solve mysteries that he'd not had time to solve himself。
〃I had a friend in the Fifth who would have loved this place；〃 Gentle said。 〃He loved desolation。〃
It was here； in every courtyard。 Gardens had been planted in many of them and left to riot。 But riot took energy； and nature was weary here； the plants throttling themselves after a few spurts and withering back into earth the color of ash。 The scene was not so different once they got inside； wandering mapless down galleries where the dust was as thick as the soil in the dead gardens； into forsaken annexes and chambers laid out for guests who had breathed their last decades before。 Most of the walls； whether of chambers or galleries； were decorated： some with tapestries； many others with immense frescoes； and while there were scenes Gentle recognized from his travels…Patashoqua under a green…gold sky； with a flight of air balloons rising from the plain outside its walls； a festival at the L'Himby temples…the suspicion grew on him that the finest of these images were of earth； or； more particularly； of England。 Doubtless the pastoral was a universal mode； and shepherds wooed nymphs in the Reconciled Dominions just as sonnets described them doing in the Fifth； but there were details of these scenes that were indisputably English： swallows swooping in mild summer skies； cattle drinking in water meadows while their herders slept； the Salisbury spire rising from a bank of oaks； the distant towers and domes of London； glimpsed from a slope on which maids and swains made dalliance； even Stonehenge； relocated for drama's sake to a hill and set against thunder…heads。
〃England；〃 Gentle said as they went。 〃Somebody here remembers England。〃
Though they passed by these works too fast for him to scrutinize them carefully； he saw no signature on any。 The artists who'd sketched England； and returned to depict it so lovingly； were apparently content to remain anonymous。
〃I think we should start climbing；〃 Nikaetomaas suggested when by chance their wanderings brought them to the foot of a monumental staircase。 〃The higher we are the more chance we'll have of grasping the geography。〃
The ascent was five flights long…more deserted galleries presenting themselves on every floor…but it finally delivered them onto a roof from which they were able to glimpse the scale of the labyrinth they were lost in。 Towers twice and three times the height of the one they'd climbed loomed above them while； below； the courtyards were laid out in all directions； some crossed by battalions but most as deserted as every other corridor and chamber。 Beyond them lay the palace walls； and beyond the walls themselves the smoke…shrouded city； the sound of its convulsions dim at such a distance。
Lulled by the remoteness of this aerie； both Gentle and Nikaetomaas were startled by a motion that erupted much closer by。 Almost grateful for signs of life in this mausoleum； even if it was the enemy； they headed in pursuit of the din makers； back down a flight of stairs and across an enclosed bridge between towers。
〃Hoods！〃 Nikaetomaas said； tucking her ponytail back into her shirt and pulling the crude cowl over her head。 Gentle did the same； though he doubted such a disguise would offer them much protection if they were discovered。
Orders were being given in the gallery ahead； and Gentle drew Nikaetomaas into hiding to listen。 The officer had words of inspiration for his squad； promising every man who brought a Eurhetemec down a month's paid leave。 Somebody asked him how many there were； and he replied that he'd heard six； but he didn't believe it because they'd slaughtered ten times that number。 However many there are； he said…six； sixty； six hundred…they're outnumbered and trapped。 They won't get out alive。 So saying； he divided his contingent and told them to shoot on sight。
Three soldiers were dispatched in the direction of Nika…etomaas and Gentle's hiding place。 They had no sooner passed than she stepped out of the shadows and brought two of the three down with single blows。 The third turned to defend himself； but Gentle…lacking the mass or muscle power that made Nikaetomaas so effective…used momentum instead； flinging himself against the man with such force he threw both of them to the ground。 The soldier raised his gun towards Gentle's skull； but Nikaetomaas took hold of both weapon and hand； hauling the man up by his arm until he was head to head with her； the gun pointing at the roof； the fingers around it too crushed to fire。 Then she pulled his helmet off with her free hand and peered at
him。
〃Whereas the Autarch？〃
The man was too pained and too terrified to claim ignorance。 〃The Pivot Tower；〃 he said。
〃Which is where？〃
〃It's the tallest tower；〃 he sobbed； scrabbling at the arm he was dangling by； down which blood was running。
〃Take us there；〃 Nikaetomaas said。 〃Please；〃
Teeth gritted； the man nodded his head； and she let him go。 The gun went from his pulverized fingers as he struck the ground。 She invited him to stand with a hooked finger。
〃What's your name？〃 she asked him。
〃Yark Lazarevich；〃 he told her； nursing his hand in the crook of his arm。
〃Well； Yark Lazarevich； if you make any attempt…or I choose to interpret any act of yours as an attempt…to alert help； I will swat the brains from your pan so fast they'll be in Patashoqua before your pants fill。 Is that plain？〃
〃That's plain。〃
〃Do you have children？〃
〃Yes。 I've got two。〃
〃Think of them fatherless and take care。 You have a question？〃
〃No； I just wanted to explain that the tower's quite a way from here。 I don't want you thinking I'm leading you astray。〃
〃Be fast； then；〃 she said； and Lazarevich took her at her word； leading them back across the bridge towards the stairs； explaining as he went that the quickest route to the tower was through the Cesscordium； and that was two floors down。
They had descended perhaps a dozen steps when shots were fired behind them； and one of Lazarevich's two rades staggered into view； adding shouts to his gunfire to raise the alarm。 Had he not been groggy he might have put a bullet in Nikaetomaas or Gentle； but they were away down the stairs before he'd even reached the top； Lazarevich protesting as he went that none of this was his doing； and he loved his children and all he wanted to do was see them again。
There was the sound of running in the lower gallery； and shouts answering those of the alarm raiser above。 Nikaetomaas unleashed a series of expletives which could not have been fouler had Gentle understood them； and reached for Lazarevich； who hared off down the stairs before she could snatch hold of him； meeting a squad of his rades at the bottom。 Nikaetomaas' pursuit had taken her past Gentle； directly into their line of fire。 They didn't hesitate。 Four muzzles flared； four bullets found their mark。 Her physique availed her nothing。 She dropped where she stood； her body tumbling down the stairs and ing to a halt a few steps from the bottom。 Watching her fall； three thoughts went through Gentle's head。 One； that he'd have these bastards for this。 Two； that stealth was irrelevant now。 And three； that if he brought the roof down on their murderous heads； and word spread that there was another power in the palace besides the Autarch； that would be no bad thing。 He'd regretted the deaths he'd caused in Lickerish Street； but he would not regret these。 All he had to do was get his hand to his face to tear away the cloth before the bullets flew。 There were more soldiers converging on the spot from several directions。 e on； he thought； raising his hands in feigned surrender as the others approached： e on； join the jubilee。
One of the gathering number was clearly a man of authority。 Heels clicked together as he appeared； salutes were exchanged。 He looked up the staircase towards his hooded prisoner。
〃General Racidio；〃 one of the captains said。 〃We have
two of the rebels here。〃
〃These aren't Eurhetemecs。〃 His gaze went from Gentle to the body of Nikaetomaas； then back up to Gentle again。 〃I think we have two Dearthers here。〃
He started up the stairs towards Gentle； who was surreptitiously drawing breath through the open weave of the cloth around his face in preparation for his unveiling。 He would have two or three seconds at best。 Time perhaps to seize Racidio and use him as a hostage if the pneuma failed to kill every one of the gunmen。
〃Let's see what you look like；〃 the mander said； and tore the cloth from Gentle's face。
The instant that should have seen the pneuma loosed instead saw Racidio drop back in stupefaction from the features he'd uncovered。 Whatever he saw was missed by the soldiers below； who kept their guns trained on Gentle until Racidio spat an order that they be lowered。 Gentle was as confounded as they； but he wasn't about to question the reprieve。 He dropped his hands and； stepping over the body of Nikaetomaas； came to the bottom of the stairs。 Racidio retreated further； shaking his head as he did so； and wetting his lips； but apparently unable to find the words to express himself。 He looked as though he was expe