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Dogs out there in the nigbt； she reminded herself； Dobermans in tbe darkness； rotten bastard Nazi dogs witb big teetb and eyes black like sbarks' eyes。
At a key organizer next to the spice rack； the keys to the motor home hung from one of the four pegs； the other pegs were empty。 Vess would be careful with the keys to the soundproofed cell and would no doubt keep them on him at all times。
She picked up the butcher knife and the half…eaten coffee cake and went to the cellar； turning off the kitchen lights behind her。
Pintle and gudgeon。
Chyna knew these two exotic words； as she knew so many others； because； as a girl； she had encountered them in books written by C。 S。 Lewis and Madeleine 12Engle and Robert Louis Stevenson and Kenneth Grahame。 And every time that she'd e across a word she had not known； she'd looked it up in a tattered paperback dictionary； a prized possession that she took with her wherever her restless mother chose to drag her； year after year； until it was held together with so much age…brittled Scotch tape that she couM barely read some of the definitions through the strips of yellowing cellophane。
Pintle。 That was the name of the pin in a hinge； which pivoted when a door opened or closed。
Gudgeon。 That was the sleeve…or barrel…in which the pintle moved。
The thick inner door of the soundproofed vestibule was equipped with three hinges。 The pinde in each hinge had a slightly rounded head that overhung the gudgeon by about a sixteenth of an inch all the way around。
From the tools in the wheeled cabinet； Chyna selected a hammer and a screwdriver。
With the workbench stool and a scrap of wood for a wedge； she propped open the outer padded door of the vestibule。 Then she placed the butcher knife on the rubber mat on the vestibule floor； within easy reach。
She slid aside the cover on the view port in the inner door and saw the gathering of dolls in pinkish lamplight。 Some had eyes as radiant as the eyes of lizards； and some had eyes as dark as those of certain Dobermans。
In the enormous armchair； Ariel sat with her legs drawn up on the seat cushion； head tipped forward； face obscured by a fall of hair。 She might have been asleep…except that her hands were balled tightly in her lap。 If her eyes were open； she would be staring at her fists。
〃It's only me；〃 Chyna said。
The girl didn't respond。
〃Don't be afraid。〃
Ariel was so motionless that even her veil of hair did not stir。
〃It's only me。〃
This time； deeply humbled； Chyna made no claim to being anyone's guardian or salvation。
She started with the lowest hinge。 The length of chain between her manacles was barely long enough to allow her to use the tools。 She held the screwdriver in her left hand； with the tip of the blade angled under the pintle cap。 Without sufficient play in the manacle chain； she couldn't grasp the hammer by its handle； so she gripped it instead by the head and tapped the bottom of the screwdriver as forcefully as possible considering the limitations on movement。 Fortunately； the hinge was well lubricated； and with each tap； the pintle rose farther out of the gudgeon。 Five minutes later； in spite of some resistance from the third pin； she popped it out of the uppermost hinge。
The gudgeons were formed of interleaving knuckles that were part of the hinge leaf on the doorframe and that on the inner edge of the door itself。 These knuckles separated slightly； because the pintles were no longer present to hold them together in a single barrel。
Now the door was kept in place only by the pair of locks on the right side； but one…inch deadbolts； wouldn't swing like hinges。 Chyna pulled the padded door by the knuckles of the gudgeons。 At first only one inch of its five…inch width came out of the jamb on the left； vinyl squeaking against vinyl。 She hooked her fingers around this exposed edge； yanked hard； and her vision clouded with a crimson tint as the pain in her swollen finger flared again。 But she was rewarded with the shrill metallic skreek of the brass deadbolts working in the striker plates and then with a faint crack of wood as the whole lock assembly put heavy strain on the jamb。 Redoubling her efforts； she pulled rhythmically； prying open the door in tiny increments； until she was gasping so hard that she was no longer able to curse with frustration。
The weight of the door and the position of the two deadbolts began to work to her advantage。 The locks were close together； one set directly over the other； not evenly spaced like hinges； so the heavy slab tried to twist on them as if they were a single pivot point。 Because a greater length of the door lay above the locks than below； the top tipped outward； induced by gravity。 Chyna took advantage of these inevitable forces； yanked harder； and grunted with satisfaction when wood splintered again。 The entire five…inch width of the padded slab swung free of the jamb on the side that had been hinged。 With the frame no longer in the way； she pulled the door to the left； and on the right side； the deadbolts slid out of the striker plates。
Suddenly the door came toward her； free of all restraint； and it was too heavy to be lowered slowly out of its frame。 She backed rapidly into the cellar； letting the slab thud to the floor of the vestibule just as sh vacated it。
Chyna waited； catching her breath； listening to the house for any indication that Vess had returned。
Finally she reentered the vestibule。 She crossed the fallen door as if it were a bridge； and she went into the cell。
The dolls watched； unmoving and sly。 Ariel was sitting in the armchair； head lowered； hands fisted in her lap； exactly as she had been when Chyna had spoken to her through the port in the door。 If she had heard the hammering and subsequent motion； she had not been disturbed by it。
〃Ariel？〃 Chyna said。
The girl didn't reply or raise her head。
Chyna sat on the footstool in front of the armchair。 〃Honey； it's time to go。〃
When she received no response； Chyna leaned forward； lowered her head； and looked up at the girl's shadowed face。 Ariel's eyes were open； and her gaze was fixed on her white…knuckled fists。 Her lips were moving； as though she were whispering confidences to someone； but no sound escaped her。
Chyna put her cuffed hands under Ariel's chin and lifted her head。 The girl didn't try to pull away； didn't flinch； but was revealed when her veil of hair slid away from her face。 Although they were eye…toeye； Ariel stared through Chyna； as if all in this world were transparent； and in her eyes was a chilling bleakness； as if the landscape of her other world was lifeless； daunting。 〃We have to go。 Before he es home。〃
Bright…eyed and attentive； perhaps the dolls listened。 Ariel apparently did not。
With both hands； Chyna enfolded one of the girl's fists。 The bones were sharp and the skin was cold； clenched as fiercely as if she had been suspended from rocks at a precipice。
Chyna tried to pry the fingers apart。 The sculpted digits of a marble fist would have been hardly more resistant。
Finally Chyna lifted the hand and kissed it more tenderly than she had ever kissed anyone before； more tenderly than she had ever been kissed； and she said softly； 〃I want to help you。 I need to help you； honey。 If I can't leave here with you； there's no point in my leaving at all。〃
Ariel didn't respond。
〃Please let me help you。〃 Softer still： 〃Please。〃
Chyna kissed the hand once more； and at last she felt the girl's fingers stir。 They opened partway； cold and stiff； but would not relax entirely； as hooked and rigid as a skeleton's fingers in which the joints had calcified。
Ariel's desire to reach out for help； tempered by her paralyzing fear of mitment； was achingly familiar to Chyna。 It struck in her a chord of sympathy and pity for this girl； for all lost girls； and her throat tightened so severely that for a moment she was unable to swallow or breathe。
Then she slipped one cuffed hand into Ariel's and the other over it； got up from the footstool； and said； 〃e on； child。 e with me。 Out of here。〃
Though Ariel's face remained as expressionless as an egg； though she continued to look through Chyna with the otherworldly detachment of a novitiate in the thrall of a holy visitation； her head spinning with visions； she got up from the armchair。 After taking only two steps toward the door； however； she stopped and would not go farther in spite of Chyna's pleas。 The girl might be able to envision an imaginary world in which she could find a fragile peace； a Wild Wood of her own； but perhaps she was no longer able to imagine that this world extended beyond the walls of her cell and； failing to visualize it； could not cross the threshold into it。
Chyna released Ariel's hand。 She selected a doll…a bisque charmer with golden ringlets and painted green eyes； wearing a white eyelet pinafore over a blue dress。 She pressed it against the girl's breast and encouraged her to embrace it。 She wasn't sure why the collection was here； but perhaps Ariel liked the dolls； in which case she might e along more readily if given one for fort。
Initially； Ariel was unresponsive； standing with one hand still fisted at her side and the other like a half…open crab claw。 Th