cb.imajica2-第78章
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No wonder his brother had been an architect； he thought。 Here was enough inspiration for a nation of prodigies； a labor of ages； raised by a power for whom an age was the measure of a breath。 Its majesty spread in every direction but the one behind； the streets wider than the Patashoquan Highway and so straight they only disappeared at their vanishing point； the buildings so monumental the sky was barely visible between their eaves。 But whatever suns or satellites hung in the heavens of this Dominion； the city had no need of their illumination。 Cords of light ran through the paving stones； and through the bricks and slabs of the great houses； their ubiquity ensuring that all but the most vapid shadows were banished from the streets and plazas。
He moved slowly at first； expecting soon to encounter one of the city's inhabitants； but after passing over half a dozen intersections and finding no soul on the streets； he began to pick up his speed； slowing only when he glimpsed some sign of life behind the facades。 He wasn't nimble enough to catch a face； nor was he so presumptuous as to enter uninvited； but he several times saw curtains moving； as though some shy but curious citizen was retiring from the sill before he could return the scrutiny。 Nor was this the only sign of such presences。 Carpets left hanging over balustrades still shook； as if their beaters had just retired from their patios； vines dropped their leaves down as fruit gatherers fled for the safety of their rooms。
It seemed that however fast he traveled…and he was moving faster than any vehicle…he couldn't overtake the rumor that drove the populace into hiding。 They left nothing behind： no pet； no child； no scrap of litter； no stroke of graffiti。 Each was a model citizen and kept his or her life out of sight behind the drapes and the closed doors。
Such emptiness in a metropolis so〃 clearly built to teem might have seemed melancholy had it not been for the structures themselves； which were built of materials so diverse in texture and color； and were lent such vitality by the light that ran in them； that； even though they were deserted； the streets and plazas had a life of their own。 The builders had banished gray and brown from their palette and in its place had found slate； stone； paving； and tiles of every conceivable hue and nuance； mingling their colors with an audacity no architect of the Fifth would have dared。 Street after street presented a spectacle of glorious color： facades of lilac and amber； colonnades of brilliant purples； squares laid out in ocher and blue。 And everywhere； amid the riot； scarlet of eye…pricking intensity； and a white as perfect； and here and there； used more sparingly still； flicks and snippets of black： a tile； a brick； a seam in a slab。
But even such beauty could pall； and after a thousand such streets had slipped by…all as heroically built； all as lushly colored…the sheer excess of it became sickening； and Gentle was glad of the lightning that he saw erupt from one of the nearby streets； its brilliance sufficient to bleach the color from the facades for a flickering time。 In search of its source； he redirected himself and came into a square； at the center of which stood a solitary figure； a Nullianac； its head thrown back as it unleashed its silent bolts into the barely glimpsed sky。 Its power was many orders of magnitude greater than anything Gentle had witnessed from its like before。 It； and presumably its brothers； had a piece of the God's power between the palms of its face； and its capacity for destruction was now stupendous。
Sensing the approach of the wanderer； the creature left off its rehearsals and floated up from the square as it searched for this interloper。 Gentle didn't know what harm it could do to him in his present condition。 If the Nullianacs were now Hapexamendios' elite； who knew what authority they'd been lent？ But there was no profit in retreat。 If he didn't seek some direction； he might wander here forever and never find his Father。
The Nullianac was naked； but there was neither sensuality nor vulnerability in that state。 Its flesh was almost as bright as its fire； its form without visible means of procreation or evacuation： without hair； without nipples； without navel。 It turned and turned and turned again； looking for the entity whose nearness it sensed； but perhaps the new scale of its destructive powers had made it insensitive； because it failed to find Gentle until his spirit hovered a few yards away。
〃Are you looking for me？〃 he said。
It found him now。 Arcs of energy played back and forth between the palms of its head； and out of their cracklings the creature's unmelodious voice emerged。
〃Maestro；〃 it said。
〃You know who I am？〃
〃Of course；〃itsaid。 〃Of course。〃
Its head wove like that of a mesmerized snake as it drew closer to Gentle。
〃Why are you here？〃 it said。
〃To see my Father。〃
〃Ah。〃
〃1 came here to honor Him。〃
〃So do we all。〃
〃I'm sure。 Can you take me to Him？〃
〃He's everywhere；〃 the Nullianac said。 〃This is His city； and He's in its every mote。〃
〃So if I speak to the ground I speak to Him； do I？〃
The Nullianac mused on this for a few moments。 〃Not the ground；〃 it said。 〃Don't speak to the ground。〃
〃Then what？ The walls？ The sky？ You？ Is my Father in you？〃
The arcs in the Nullianac's head grew more excitable。 〃No；〃 it said。 〃I wouldn't presume…〃
〃Then will you take me to where I can do Him devotion？ There isn't much time。〃
It was this remark more than any other which gained the Nullianac's pliance。 It nodded its death…laden head。
〃I'll take you；〃 it said； and rose a little higher； turning from Gentle as it did so。 〃But as you say； we must be swift。 His business cannot wait long。〃
Though Jude had been loath to let Celestine climb the stairs above； knowing as she did what lay at the top； she also knew that her presence would only spoil what little chance the woman had of gaining access to the Meditation Room； so she reluctantly stayed below； listening hard…as did they all…for some clue to what was transpiring in the shadows of the landing。
The first sound they heard was the warning growls of the gek…a…gek； followed by Sartori's voice； telling trespassers that their lives would be forfeit if they attempted to enter。 Celestine answered him； but in a voice so low the sense of what she said was lost before it reached the bottom of the flight； and as the minutes passed…were they minutes？ perhaps only dreadful seconds； waiting for another eruption of violence…Jude could resist the temptation no longer and； snuffing out the candles closest to her； started a slow ascent。
She expected the angels to make some move to stop her； but they were too preoccupied with tending to Gentle's body； and she climbed unhindered by all but her caution。 Celestine was still outside the door； she saw； but the Oviates were no longer blocking her way。 At the instruction of the man inside they'd shrunk away and were waiting； bellies to the ground； for a cue to do mischief。 Jude was now almost halfway up the flight； and she was able to catch fragments of the exchange that was under way between mother and son。 It was Sartori's voice she heard first； a wasted whisper。
〃It's over； Mama。。。。〃
〃I know； child；〃 Celestine said。 There was conciliation in her tone； not rebuke。
〃He's going to kill everything。。。。〃
〃Yes。 I know that too。〃
〃I had to hold the circle for Him 。 。 。 it's what He wanted。〃
〃And you had to do what He wanted。 I understand that； child。 Believe me； I do。 1 served Him too； remember？ It's no great crime。〃
At these words of forgiveness； the door of the Meditation Room clicked open and slowly swung wide。 Jude was too far down the staircase to see more than the rafters； lit either by a candle or the halo of Oviate tissue that had attended on Sartori when he was out in the street。 With the door open； his voice was much clearer。
〃Will you e in？〃 he asked Celestine。
〃Do you want me to？〃
〃Yes； Mama。 Please。 I'd like us to be together when the end conies。〃
A familiar sentiment； Jude thought。 Apparently he didn't much care what breast he laid his sobbing head on； as long as he wasn't left to die alone。 Celestine put up no further show of ambivalence but accepted her child's invitation and stepped inside。 The door didn't close； nor did the gek…a…gek creep back into place to block it。 Celestine was quickly gone from sight； however。 Jude was sorely tempted to continue her ascent and watch what unfolded inside； but she was afraid that any further advance would be sensed by the Oviates； so she gingerly sat down on the stairs； halfway between the Maestro at the top and the body at the bottom。 There she waited； listening to the silence of the house； of the street； of the world。
In her mind； she shaped a prayer。
Goddess； she thought； this is Your sister； Judith。 There's a fire ing； Goddess。 It's almost upon me； and I'm afraid。
From above； she heard Sartori speak； his voice now so low she could catch none of his words even with the door open。 But she heard the tears that they became； and the sound broke her concentration。 The thread of her prayer was lost。 No matter。 She'd said enough to summarize her feelings。
The fire's almost upon me； Goddess。 lam afraid。
What was there left to say？
The speed at which Gentle and the Nullianac traveled didn't diminish the scale of the city they were passing through： quite the opposite。 As the minutes passed； and the streets continued to flicker by； thousand upon thousand； their buildings all raised from the same ripely colored stone； all built to obscure the sky； all laid to the horizon； the magnitude of this labor began to seem not epic but insane。 However alluring its colors were； however satisfying its geometries and exquisite its details； the city was the work of a collective madness： a pulsive vision that had refused to be placated until it had covered every inch of the Dominion with monuments to its own relentlessness。 Nor was there any sign of any life on any street； leading Gentle to a suspicion that he finally voiced； not as a statement but as a question。
〃Who lives here？〃 he said。
〃Hapexamendios。〃
〃And who else？〃
〃It's His city；〃 the Nullianac said；
〃Are there no citizens？〃
〃It's His city。〃
The answer was plain enough： the place was deserted。 The shaking of vines and drapes he'd seen when he'd first arrived had either been caused by his approach or； more likely； been a game of illusion the empty buildings had devised to while away the centuries。
But at last； after traveling through innumerable streets that were indistinguishable from each other； there were finally subtle signs of change in the structures ahead。 Their luscious colors were steadily deepening； the stone so drenched it must soon surely ooze and run。 And there was a new elaboration in the fagades； and a perfection in their proportions； that made Gentle think that he and the Nullianac were approaching the First Cause； the district of which the streets they'd passed through had been imitations； diluted by repetition。
Confirming his suspicion that the journey was nearing its end； Gentle's guide spoke。
〃He knew you'd e；〃 it said。 〃He sent some of my brothers to the perimeter to look fo
