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ic； sickly； sour and sweet； and sounds that made his skull shake and his gut quiver。
There had been nothing in his life to date； either waking or sleeping； to prepare him for this。 He'd studied the mas…terworks of great imaginers…he'd painted a passable Goya； once； and sold an Ensor for a little fortune…but the difference between paint and reality was vasts a gap whose scale he could not by definition have known until now； when he had around him the other half of the equation。 This wasn't an invented place； its inhabitants variations on experienced phenomena。 It was independent of his terms of reference： a place unto and of itself。
When he looked up again； daring the assault of the strange； he was grateful that he and Pie were now in a quarter occupied by more human entities； though even here there were surprises。 What seemed to be a three…legged child skipped across their path only to look back with a face wizened as a desert corpse； its third leg a tail。 A woman sitting in a doorway； her hair being bed by her consort； drew her robes around her as Gentle looked her way； but not fast enough to conceal the fact that a second consort； with the skin of a herring and an eye that ran all the way around its skull； was kneeling in front of her； inscribing hieroglyphics on her belly with the sharpened heel of its hand。 He heard a range of tongues being spoken； but English seemed to be the monest parlance； albeit heavily accented or corrupted by the labial anatomy of the speaker。 Some seemed to sing their speech； some almost to vomit it up。
But the voice that called to them from one of the crowded alleyways off to their right might have been heard on any street in London： a lisping； pompous holler demanding they halt in their tracks。 They looked in its direction。 The throng had divided to allow the speaker and his party of three easy passage。
〃Play dumb；〃 Pie muttered to Gentle as the lisper； an overfed gargoyle； bald but for an absurd wreath of oiled kiss curls； approached。
He was finely dressed； his high black boots polished and his canary yellow jacket densely embroidered after what Gentle would e to know as the present Patashoquan fashion。 A man much less showily garbed followed； an eye covered by a patch that trailed the tail feathers of a scarlet bird as if echoing the moment of his mutilation。 On his shoulders he carried a woman in black； with silvery scales for skin and a cane in her tiny hands with which she tapped her mount's head to speed him on his way。 Still farther behind came the oddest of the four。
〃A Nullianac；〃 Gentle heard Pie murmur。
He didn't need to ask if this was good news or bad。 The creature was its own best advertisement； and it was selling harm。 Its head resembled nothing so much as praying hands； the thumbs leading and tipped with lobster's eyes； the gap between the palms wide enough for the sky to be seen through it； but flickering； as arcs of energy passed from side to side。 It was without question the ugliest living thing Gentle had ever seen。 If Pie had not suggested they obey the edict and halt； Gentle would have taken to his heels there and then； rather than let the Nullianac get one stride closer to them。
The lisper had halted and now addressed them afresh。 〃What business have you in Vanaeph？〃 he wanted to know。
〃We're just passing through；〃 Pie said； a reply somewhat lacking in invention； Gentle thought。
〃Who are you？〃 the man demanded。
〃Who are you？〃 Gentle returned。
The patch…eyed mount guffawed and got his head slapped for his troubles。
〃Loitus Hammeryock；〃 the lisper replied。
〃My name's Zacharias；〃 Gentle said； 〃and this is…〃
〃Casanova；〃 Pie said； which earned him a quizzical glance from Gentle。
〃Zooical！〃 the woman said。 〃D'yee speakat te gloss？〃
〃Sure；〃 said Gentle； 〃I speakat te gloss。〃
〃Be careful；〃 Pie whispered at his side。
〃Bone！ Bone！〃 the woman went on； and proceeded to tell them； in a language which was two parts English； or a variant thereof； one part Latin； and one part some Fourth Dominion dialect that consisted of tongue clicks and teeth tappings； that all strangers to this town； Neo Vanaeph； had to register their origins and intentions before they were allowed access： or； indeed； the right to depart。 For all its ramshackle appearance； Vanaeph was no lawless stew； it appeared； but a tightly policed township； and this woman… who introduced herself in this flurry of lexicons as Pontiff Farrow…was a significant authority here。
When she'd finished； Gentle cast a confounded look in Pie's direction。 This was proving more difficult terrain by the moment。 Unconcealed in the Pontiffs speech was threat of summary execution if they failed to answer their inquiries satisfactorily。 The executioner among this party was not hard to spot： he of the prayerful head…the Nul…lianac…waiting in the rear for his instructions。
〃So；〃 said Hammeryock。 〃We need some identification。〃
〃I don't have any；〃 Gentle said。
〃And you？〃 he asked the mystif； which also shook its head。
〃Spies；〃 the Pontiff hissed。
〃No； we're just。 。 。 tourists；〃 Gentle said。
〃Tourists？〃 said Hammeryock。
〃We've e to see the sights of Patashoqua。〃 He turned to Pie for support。 〃Whatever they are。〃
〃The tombs of the Vehement Loki Lobb；〃 Pie said； clearly scratching around for the glories Patashoqua had to offer； 〃and the Merrow Ti' Ti'。〃
That sounded pretty to Gentle's ears。 He faked a broad smile of enthusiasm。 〃The Merrow Ti' Ti'！〃 he said。 〃Absolutely！ I wouldn't miss the Merrow Ti' Ti' for all the tea in China。〃
〃China？〃 said Hammeryock。
〃Did I say China？〃
〃You did。〃
〃Fifth Dominion；〃 the Pontiff muttered。 〃Spiatits from the Fifth Dominion。〃
〃I object strongly to that accusation；〃 said Pie 'oh' pah。
〃And so；〃 said a voice behind the accused； 〃do I。〃
Both Pie and Gentle turned to take in the sight of a scabrous； bearded individual； dressed in what might generously have been described as motley and less generously as rags； standing on one leg and scraping shit off the heel of his other foot with a stick。
〃It's the hypocrisy that turns my stomach； Hammeryock；〃 he said； his expression a maze of wiles。 〃You two pontificate；〃 he went on； eyeing his pun's target as he spoke； 〃about keeping the streets free from undesirables； but you do nothing about the dog shite！〃
〃This isn't your business； Tick Raw；〃 Hammeryock said。
〃Oh； but it is。 These are my friends； and you've insulted them with your slurs and your suspicions。〃
〃Friends； sayat？〃 the Pontiff murmured。
〃Yes； ma'am。 Friends。 Some of us still know the difference between conversation and diatribe。 I have friends； with whom I talk and exchange ideas。 Remember ideas？ They're what make life worth living。〃
Hammeryock could not disguise his unease； hearing his mistress thus addressed； but whoever Tick Raw was he wielded sufficient authority to silence any further objection。
〃My dearlings；〃 he said to Gentle and Pie； 〃shall we repair to my home？〃
As a parting gesture he lobbed the stick in Ham…meryock's direction。 It landed in the mud between the man's legs。
〃Clean up； Loitus；〃 Tick Raw said。 〃We don't want the Autarch's heel sliding in shite； now； do we？〃
The two parties then went their separate ways； Tick Raw leading Pie and Gentle off through the labyrinth。
〃We want to thank you；〃 Gentle said。
〃What for？〃 Tick Raw asked him； aiming a kick at a goat that wandered across his path。
〃Talking us out of trouble；〃 Gentle replied。 〃We'll be on our way now。〃
〃But you've got to e back with me；〃 Tick Raw said。
〃There's no need。〃
〃Need？ There's every need！ Have I got this right？〃 he said to Pie。 〃Is there need or isn't there？〃
〃We'd certainly like the benefit of your insights；〃 Pie said。 〃We're strangers here。 Both of us。〃 The mystif spoke in an oddly stilted fashion； as if it wanted to say more； but couldn't。 〃We need reeducating；〃 it said。
〃Oh？〃 said Tick Raw。 〃Really？〃
〃Who is this Autarch？〃 Gentle asked。
〃He rules the Reconciled Dominions； from Yzordder…rex。 He's the greatest power in the Imajica。〃
〃And he's ing here？〃
〃That's the rumor。 He's losing his grip in the Fourth； and he knows it。 So he's decided to put in a personal appearance。 Officially； he's visiting Patashoqua； but this is where the trouble's brewing。〃
〃Do you think he'll definitely e？〃 Pie asked。
〃If he doesn't； the whole of the Imajica's going to know he's afraid to show his face。 Of course that's always been a part of his fascination； hasn't it？ All these years he's ruled the Dominions without anybody really knowing what he looks like。 But the glamour's worn off。 If he wants to avoid revolution he's going to have to prove he's a charismatic。〃
〃Are you going to get blamed for telling Hammeryock we were your friends？〃 Gentle asked。
〃Probably； but I've been accused of worse。 Besides； it's almost true。 Any stranger here's a friend of mine。〃 He cast a glance at Pie。 〃Even a mystif；〃 he said。 〃The people in this dung heap have no poetry in them。 I know I should be more sympathetic。 They're refugees； most of them。 They've lost their lands； their houses； their tribes。 But they're so concerned with their itsy…bitsy little sorrows they don't see the broader picture。〃
〃And