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"The gift of death? Oh, no!" Dr. Talos laughed. "No, my dear, youve had that all your life. So has he. We wouldnt pretend to give you what is already yours. The gift we offer is beauty, with the fame and wealth that derive from it. "
"If youre selling something, I havent got any money. "
"Selling? Not at all! Quite the contrary, we are offering you new employment. I am a thaumaturge, and these optimates are actors. Have you never wanted to go on the stage?"
"I thought you looked funny, the three of you. "
"We stand in need of an ingenue. You may claim the position, if you wish. But you must come with us now - weve no time to waste, and we wont come this way again. "
"Becoming an actress wont make me beautiful. "
"I will make you beautiful because we require you as an actress. It is one of my powers. " He stood up. "Now or not at all. Will you come?"
The waitress rose too, still looking at his face. "I have to go to my room . . . "
"What do you own but dross? I must cast the glamour and teach you your lines, all in a day. I will not wait. "
"Give me the money for your breakfasts, and Ill tell him Im leaving. "
"Nonsense! As a member of our company, you must assist in conserving the funds we will require for your costumes. Not to mention that you ate my pastry. Pay for it yourself. "
For an instant she hesitated. Baldanders said, "You may trust him. The doctor has his own way of looking at the world, but he lies less than people believe. "
The deep, slow voice seemed to reassure her. "All right," she said, "Ill go. "
In a few moments, the four of us were several streets away, walking past shops that were still for the most part shuttered. When we had gone some distance, Dr. Talos announced, "And now, my dear friends, we must separate. I will devote my time to the enhancement of this sylph. Baldanders, you must get our collapsing proscenium and the other properties from the inn where you and Severian spent the night - I trust that will present no difficulties. Severian, we will perform, I think, at Ctesiphons Cross. Do you know the spot?"
I nodded, though I had no notion of where it might be. The truth was that I had no intention of rejoining them.
Now, as Dr. Talos quick-stepped away with the waitress trotting behind him, I found myself alone with Baldanders on the deserted street. Anxious that he leave too, I asked him where he meant to go. It was more like talking to a monument than speaking with a man.
"There is a park near the river where one may sleep by day, though not by night. When it is nearly dark, I will awaken and collect our belongings. "
"Im afraid Im not sleepy. Im going to look around the city. "
"I will see you then, at Ctesiphons Cross. "
For some reason I felt he knew what was in my mind. "Yes," I said. "Of course. " His eyes were dull as an oxs as he turned away to lumber with long steps toward Gyoll. Since Baldanderss park lay east and Dr. Talos had taken the waitress west, I resolved to walk north and so continue my journey toward Thrax, the City of Windowless Rooms.
Meanwhile, Nessus, the City Imperishable (the city in which I had lived all my life, though I had seen so little of it), lay all about me. Along a wide, flint-paved avenue I walked, not knowing or caring whether it was a side street or the principal one of the quarter. There were raised paths for pedestrians at either side, and a third in the center, where it served to divide the northbound traffic from the southbound.
To the left and right, buildings seemed to spring from the ground like grain too closely planted, shouldering one another for a place; and what buildings they were - nothing so large as the Great Keep and nothing so old; none, I think, with walls like the metal walls of our tower, five paces through; yet the Citadel had nothing to compare with them in color or originality of conception, nothing so novel and fantastic as each of these structures was, though each stood among a hundred others. As is the fashion in some parts of the city, most of these buildings had shops in their lower levels, though they had not been built for the shops but as guildhalls, basilicas, arenas, conservatories, treasuries, oratories, artellos, asylums, manufacturies, conventicles, hospices, lazarets, mills, refectories, deadhouses, abattoirs, and playhouses. Their architecture reflected these functions, and a thousand conflicting tastes. Turrets and minarets bristled; lanterns, domes, and rotundas soothed; flights of steps as steep as ladders ascended sheer walls; and balconies wrapped facades and sheltered them in the parterre privacies of citrons and pomegranates.
I was wondering at these hanging gardens amid the forest of pink and white marble, red sardonyx, blue-gray, and cream, and black bricks, and green and yellow and tyrian tiles, when the sight of a lansquenet guarding the entrance to a casern reminded me of the promise I had made the officer of the peltasts the night before. Since I had little money and was well aware that I would require the warmth of my guild cloak by night, the best plan seemed to be to buy a voluminous mantle of some cheap stuff that could be worn over it. Shops were opening, but those that sold clothing all appeared to sell what would not fit my purpose, and at prices greater than I could afford.
The idea of working at my profession before I reached Thrax had not yet occurred to me; if it had, I would have dismissed it, supposing that there would be so little call for a torturers services that it would be impractical for me to seek out those who required them. I believed, in short, that the three asimis, and the orichalks and aes in my pocket would have to carry me all the way to Thrax; and I had no idea of the size of the rewards that would be proffered me. Thus I stared at balmacaans and surtouts, dolmans and jerkins of paduasoy, matelasse, and a hundred other costly fabrics without ever going into the places that displayed them, or even stopping to examine them.
Soon my attention was seduced by other goods. Though I knew nothing of it at the time, thousands of mercenaries were outfitting themselves for the summer campaign. There were bright military capes and saddle blankets, saddles with armored pommels to protect the loins, red forage caps, long-shafted khetens, fans of silver foil for signaling, bows curved and recurved for use by cavalry, arrows in matched sets of ten and twenty, bow cases of boiled leather decorated with gilt studs and mother-of-pearl, and archers guards to protect the left wrist from the bowstring. When I saw all these, I remembered what Master Palaemon had said before my masking about following the drum; and although I had held the matrosses of the Citadel in some contempt, I seemed to hear the long rattle of the call to parade, and the bright challenge the trumpets sent from the battlements.
Just when I had been wholly distracted from my search, a slender woman of twenty or a little more came out of one of the dark shops to unfasten the gratings. She wore a pavonine brocade gown of amazing richness and raggedness, and as I watched her, the sun touched a rent just below her waist, turning the skin there to palest gold.
I cannot explain the desire I felt for her, then and afterward. Of the many women I have known, she was, perhaps, the least beautiful - less graceful than her I have loved most, less voluptuous than another, less reginal far than Thecla. She was of average height, with a short nose, wide cheekbones, and the elongated brown eyes that often accompany them. I saw her lift the grating, and I loved her with a love that was deadly and yet not serious.
Of course I went to her. I could no more have resisted her than I could have resisted the blind greed of Urth if I had tumbled over a cliff. I did not know what to say to her, and I was terrified that she would recoil in horror at the sight of my sword and fuligin cloak. But she smiled and actually seemed to admire my appearance. After a moment, when I said nothing, she asked what I wanted; and I asked if she knew where I might buy a mantle.
"Are you sure you need one?" Her voice was deeper than I had expected. "Youve such a beautiful cloak now. May I touch it?"
"Please. If you wish to. "
She took up the edge and rubbed the fabric gently between her palms. "Ive never seen such a black - so dark you cant see folds in it. It
makes my hand look as though its disappeared. And that sword. Is that an opal?"
"Would you like to examine that too?"
"No, no. Not at all. But if you really want a mantle . . . " She gestured toward the window, and I saw that it was filled with articles of worn clothing of every kind, jelabs, capotes, smocks, cymars, and so on. "Very inexpensive. Really reasonable. If youll just go in, Im sure youll find what you want. " I entered through a jingling door, but the young woman did not (as I had so much hoped she would) follow me inside.
The interior was dim, yet as soon as I looked about I thought I understood why the woman had not been disturbed by my appearance. The man behind the counter was more frightening than any torturer. His face was a skeletons or nearly so, a face with dark pits for eyes, shrunken cheeks, and a lipless mouth. If it had not moved and spoken, I would not have believed he was a living man at all, but a corpse left erect behind the counter in fulfillment of the morbid wish of some past owner.
Chapter 17
THE CHALLENGE
Yet it did move, turning to look at me as I came in; and it did speak. "Very fine. Yes, very fine. Your cloak, optimate - may I see it?"
I walked across a floor of worn and uneven tiles to him. A slash of red sunshine alive with swarming dust stood stiff as a blade between us.
"Your garment, optimate. " I caught up my cloak and extended my left hand, and he touched the fabric much as the young woman had outside. "Yes, very fine. Soft. Wool-like, yet softer, much softer. A blend of linen and vicuna? And wonderful color. A torturers vesture. One doubts the real ones were half so fine, but who can argue with a textile like that?" He ducked beneath his counter and emerged with a handful of rags. "Might I examine the sword? Ill be extremely careful, I promise you. "
I unsheathed Terminus Est and laid her on the rags. He bent over her, neither touching her nor speaking. By that time my eyes had become accustomed to the dimness of the shop, and I noticed a narrow black ribbon that stretched forward a fingers width from the hair above his ears. "You are wearing a mask," I said.
"Three chrisos. For the sword. Another for the cloak. "
"I didnt come here to sell," I told him. "Take it off. "
"If you like. All right, four chrisos for the sword. " He lifted his hands and the deaths-head fell into them. His real face, flat-cheeked and tanned, was remarkably like that of the young woman I had seen outside.
"I want to buy a mantle. "
"Five chrisos for it. Thats positively my last offer. Youll have to give me a day to raise the money. "
"I told you, this sword is not for sale. " I picked up Terminus Est and resheathed her.
"Six. " Reaching across the counter, he took me by the arm. "Thats more than its worth. Listen, its your last chance. I mean it. Six. "
"I came in to buy a mantle. Your sister, as I would assume she was, said you would have one at a reasonable price. "
He sighed. "All right, Ill sell you a mantle. Will you tell me first where you got that sword?"
"It was given me by a master of our guild. " I saw an expression I could not quite identify flicker across his face, and I asked, "You dont believe me?"
"I do believe you, thats the trouble. Just what are you?"
"A journeyman of the torturers. We dont often get to this side of the river, or come this far north. But are you really so surprised?"
He nodded. "Its like encountering a psychopomp. Can I ask why youre in this quarter of the city?"
"You may, but its the last question Im going to answer. Im on my way to Thrax, to take up an assignment there. "
"Thank you," he said. "I wont pry any more. I dont have to, really. Now since youll want to surprise your friends when you take off your mantle - am I right? - it ought to be of some color that will contrast with your vesture. White might be good, but its a rather dramatic color itself, and terribly hard to keep clean. What about a dull brown?"
"The ribbons that held your mask," I said. "Theyre still there. " He was dragging down boxes from behind his counter and did not reply. After a moment or two we were interrupted by the tinkling of the bell above the door. The new customer was a youth whose face was hidden in an inlaid close helmet, of which downcurving and intertwined horns formed the visor. He wore armor of lacquered leather; a golden chimera with the blank, staring face of a madwoman fluttered on his breastplate.
"Yes, hipparch. " The shopkeeper dropped his boxes to make a servile bow. "How may I assist you?"
A gauntleted hand reached toward me, the fingers pinched as though to give me a coin.
"Take it," the shopkeeper said in a frightened whisper. "Whatever it is. "
I extended my own hand, and received a shining black seed the size of a raisin. I heard the shopkeeper gasp; the armored figure turned and went out. When he was gone, I laid the seed on the counter. The shopkeeper squeaked, "Dont try to pass it to me!" and backed away.
"What is it?"
"You dont know? The stone of the avern. What have you done to offend an officer of the Household Troops?"
"Nothing. Why did he give me this?"
"Youve been challenged. Youre called out. "
"To monomachy? Impossible. Im not of the contending class. "
His shrug was more eloquent than words. "Youll have to fight, or theyll have you assassinated. The only question is whether youve really offended the hipparch, or if theres some highly placed official of the House Absolute behind this. "
As clearly as I saw the shopkeeper, I saw Vodalus in the necropolis standing his ground against the three volunteer guards; and though all prudence told me to toss aside the avern stone and flee the city, I could not do it. Someone - perhaps the Autarch himself or shadowy Father Inire - had learned the truth about Theclas death, and now sought to destroy me without disgracing the guild. Very well, I would fight. If I were victorious he might reconsider; if I were killed, that would be no more than just. Still thinking of Vodaluss slender blade, I said, "The only sword I understand is this one. "