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Glaucous saw Jack ahead. He was passing under a precarious arch formed of steel and glass. Daniel shook his head and his eyes darted. “How far does this go on?”
“Don’t know,” Glaucous said. “Just tagging along.”
“You’ve done more than that,” Daniel said. “You scared Gi
“That concerns you?” Glaucous asked.
“I don’t know why you’re with us. Jack knows what you did.”
“Does he?”
Glaucous looked up as they reached the arch, then felt his shoulders draw down and his thick neck stiffen at the thought of thousands of tons choosing to fall at just this moment. “No shame,” he said.
“Shifters may have more charm, more romance than Chancers—but what we do is all the same in the end. We grab at happenstance and care little about stealing luck from those around us.”
“I never claimed to be righteous,” Daniel said.
“Well, then,” Glaucous grumbled.
“Just stop trying to make me happyto be here.”
“Apologies. Old habits.”
For Jack, listening to the voices behind him, the dread sense of approaching conclusions made the shadowy ruins fade to insignificance. He had seen this before—or something like it, less dead. Only now that it was allbroken could he piece together a picture of what his cosmos—his small part of the cosmos—had been like, and how he had managed to skip through it with fewer consequences than most; and fewer advancements, fewer of the milestones of common life.
His inability to feel strong affection—that puzzled him. In the dreams, there had been an almost surreal, childlike passion, but for Gi
Jack never dropped anything, because he never held anything for very long: Ellen, who settled for a few hours with him, had been content with his ghost of affection. But before her…
His mother—a pale outline on a pillow under the bright spot of a hospital lamp. His father, even less defined—big, tried to be fu
How could he find fault with Daniel or Glaucous? They were all alike, selfish in the utmost. Both those who held the stones and who sought the stones were diminished—shriveled to points of darting consciousness, without breadth or depth.
Not even the favor or Mnemosyne had lifted Jack’s gloom. He stalked on through the guttering relics of human history, blackened middens revealed one after another like images sketched in ghostly embers. Where was he going—where could he go?
After Gi
And along the way, they would meet with—
Daniel called him back.
“Slow down. We’re leaving the city stuff behind.” All three gathered, and their protection merged with a hollow smooch. Jack looked around and pressed his temples with two fingers.
“Do you remember anything like this?” Daniel asked.
“Do you?” Jack asked, still pressing.
“My fate was chewed to pieces, so I jumped closer to your lines. You probably came up against the corruption before it actually closed in. All different. This is all that’s left now—fallen bits, colliding chunks.”
“Memories of history?”
“Oh, they used to be real enough…” Daniel’s lips worked, as if he were trying to stifle another voice.
“Sorry. I’ve got a frightened, curious landlord to deal with.”
Jack stared at him, not so much shocked as disgusted. “Putting it politely, you’re a hermit crab.”
“Putting it crudely, I’m a tapeworm, a leech,” Daniel shot back.
Glaucous watched both through red-rimmed eyes.
“But I’m not useless, and I’m not so cruel. What did you leave behind for Bidewell and your woman friend?”
Jack shook his head.
“I thought about giving them a stone of their own,” Daniel said. “I have two. Something to protect them when the Chalk Princess comes.”
Glaucous’s eyes grew wide. “That’s impossible,” he said. “No shepherd has evercarried two.”
“No shepherd has ever been as monstrous as me,” Daniel said. He swiveled his head to watch thin blue arcs loop between gray rocks and scattered ruins. Always in pairs—a kind of cosmic handshake.“In the end, I knew Bidewell would turn down the offer. Three is the minimum—four is safety.”
Jack turned away. He had no idea what this information meant. “This islike where we go in our dreams,” he said. “Where Jebrassy goes after he leaves the city.”
“Who’s Jebrassy?”
“I think we’re going to find out soon enough. We’re supposed to meet.”
“Past and future self? How’s that going to work?”
Jack shook his head.
“I’m not going to meet anyone,” Daniel said. “More or less of a puzzle…can’t say.”
“We’re living in text-time,” Jack said.
“Something Bidewell talked about before we arrived, presumably,” Glaucous grumbled.
“Maybe,” Jack said. “Can’t you feel it? We’re just shells filled with explosive. When we land—we’re done with. This text is finished. Close the book.”
“And open another,” Daniel said.
CHAPTER 93
Gi
To them, she might have been a wisp, a vapor. Yet one or two stopped to watch her pass, their pale eyes weak and blinking. She could barely make out their words, but some of Tiadba returned to her, and she began to recognize the breed speech of her dreams. What little she could understand told her they were happy, that they thought they were arriving at the conclusion of a long-destined journey, and for a while, surrounded by their shambling, rushing forms, she wondered if they were right; perhaps the dark green edifice rising from the bowl in the middle of the valley waswhere they all needed to be. The journey had been hard, the marchers were simply worn down; but in the dreams, Tiadba had never heard of thousandsjoining in a march. How could they all arrive on the edge of the valley at once, all together?
One of the marchers, a female breed—not Tiadba; Gi
“Something’s there. Is it a monster?” another asked.
“I’m not sure,” the female answered. “The armor’s silent.”
“The armor’s dead. We’redead.”
“Hush with that! It’s as big as a Tall One. If it’s really there.”
“It’s a monster. Stay clear.”
The female tried to reach out and touch this apparition. “ Areyou a monster?” she asked. Gi
A substantial number of marchers—dozens—had slowed and matched their pace with the one that seemed able to keep her in view. “Is it still there?” several asked.
“You!” the female shouted, rushing in again to touch her—but the bruised, broken hand was gently repelled by Gi