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The wall didn't stop her. She lowered one shoulder and plowed right through it. She ran through the flames of the Universal studio complex, thundered along the rutted remains of the Twenty-four Carat Highway.
At last she came to the cable.
She leaped, her fingers dug into the incredibly hard material of one cable strand. Gaea began to climb it, agile as any monkey.
Later, people speculated that she had been seeking the fastest way to the hub. Gaby was there, Gaby was taking control, and it was imperative that Gaea/Monroe, which now held over ninety percent of the thing that was called Gaea, get up there at once and begin negotiations.
Gaea was five hundred meters up the strand when it broke off at ground level.
The strand snapped up, quick as a mousetrap. Incalculable tons of cable strand curled, twisted ... and smashed the Gaea-thing against the unyielding bulk of the cable.
"Hang on!" Cirocco shouted. "Get down, and hang on!"
The ground below them dropped thirty meters.
TWENTY-THREE
Far above them, as these events were played out, a far less dramatic but far more important drama unfolded in the region known as the red line.
The entity known as Gaea was dispersed. It was dealing with many things at once. The entity known as Gaby was pulled close in, in a defensive posture. One after another, horrible blows landed on the Gaea-mind. The important nerve being severed in Oceanus was the last blow. Gaby erupted from her place of concealment.
There was no way to explain what happened to a human, or a Titanide, or a blimp, or anything with timebound senses.
The end result was simple. The mind of Gaea was destroyed. The mind of Gaby Plauget, of New Orleans, Louisiana, flew through the non-Einsteinian space of the red line, unchallenged.
TWENTY-FOUR
They waited for Valiha, Chris, and Adam to catch up with them. They waited, while hundreds of Pandemonium extras charged at them with swords of wood, cardboard ... and, occasionally, steel. "They're props!" Nova shouted to Virginal. "I see that," Virginal shouted back. "But not all of them are." It was horrible. Try as you might, it was hard to tell which weapon was real and which was an imposter. And the people of Pandemonium didn't seem to know the difference.
They charged out the Fox Gate. Chris was badly hurt. Valiha had a deep gash in her left hind leg. Robin was being held in place by Serpent, who had several injuries himself.
Conal felt an awful detachment. He shot at the people who came at him, but it didn't seem as if he were shooting at real things.
They went through the gate, heading straight out toward the forest. The hordes of Pandemonium followed.
They stopped, turned, and watched as the Brass Band arrived on schedule and began to slay the enemy by the hundreds.
"Stop!" they shouted. "Wait, back off! They're not armed!"
Gradually, with expressions of stu
Conal remembered how so many of them had run. The gate to the outside must have seemed like a safe place.
He jumped down from Rocky's back and went to his knees. He swayed there, not knowing if he would throw up. He felt an arm go around his shoulders, and turned to hug her tightly to him.
But it was Nova, not Robin, and she was crying too. He hugged her, then they both hurried to Robin.
They had just enough time to learn that no one had an injury that was surely fatal-though everyone was bleeding-when the ground dropped out from under them.
The great wheel of Gaea vibrated for twenty revs.
The first three or four were the worst. Many people died in the first wave, when the strand broke. Most of them were in Pandemonium, where structures toppled. But a few of Cirocco's army were badly hurt in the pounding.
Then, on the fourth resonation, a strand in Tethys broke, and the next three bounces were bad, but not as bad as the first series.
Eventually, it all settled down. The interior of the rim was full of suspended dust motes for kilorevs, but the wheel had found a new equilibrium. Ophion rushed a little faster in some places, a little slower in others. A few lakes grew and a few shrunk. Two swamps claimed several thousand acres, and the desert of Tethys-which had always been desert, unlike Mnemosyne-advanced a few meters in each direction.
Rocky was kept busy for a while, treating the major and minor wounds of the band of seven-which had grown to nine with Chris and Adam. None of the wounds were life-threatening.
The Brass Band rounded up two thousand prisoners. It was expected that, after a short period of blockade, the holdouts in Pandemonium would surrender when they got hungry.
Adam seemed to have enjoyed the whole thing. He was unmarked. It had been just like the movies, and a little bit like flying ... and he was looking forward to the sequel.
Cirocco stood at the head of her cheering army and watched the remains of the thing that had been Gaea drip wetly down the side of the cable.
She was the only one who understood why the cable had killed her, after Nasu and Whistlestop had failed-and she knew there were some questions still unanswered.
She heard a plaintive howling from her backpack. She reached into it, and came up with the bottle that held Snitch.
He was dying. She shook him out into her hand.
"Can I have a drink?" he asked her, between wheezes. Cirocco found the bottle. She didn't bother with the eyedropper. She poured a generous dollop over Snitch's body, and he lapped up several swallows.
She knew he was the last dying fragment of Gaea.
Gaea had known she might lose when she started the game. She hadn't expected to ... but there it was. Gaby had outwitted her.
So she lay in Cirocco's palm. Poetic justice, she thought. You spend twenty years of your life plotting how to wipe out a traitor, and what does it get you? You get to cough out your last seconds literally in the fist of your greatest enemy.
She had devoted some thought to the matter of last words.
If you were going to go out, you ought to do it with some style. So she had thought it over, on the off chance.
There were the classic Looney Tunes cartoon words. A little too light-hearted.
There was "Rosebud." Too arty, too obscure.
In the end, she reverted to the "B" movies she loved so well.
"Mother of mercy," Snitch coughed. "Is this the end of Gaea?"
And she died.
Long before the vibrations of the final cataclysm had died, a ray of light angled down from the Hyperion roof. It centered on Cirocco Jones.
Cirocco stood up, facing into the light. Her feet left the ground. She was lifted, bodily, into Heaven.