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  I pulled my mounts head up, making him rear and roar. For a moment I looked for the three dark things around the burning tree. They were not there. I glanced toward Jonas then, fearing they had overtaken him after all and were attacking him in some way I could not comprehend.

  They were not there either, but his eyes showed me where they had gone: they flitted about the uhlan, and he, as I watched, sought to defend himself with his lance. Bolt after bolt split the air, so that there was a continual crashing like thunder. With each bolt the brightness of the sun was washed away, but the very energies with which he sought to destroy them seemed to give them strength. To my eyes they no longer flew, but flickered as beams of darkness might, appearing first in one place then in another, and always nearer the uhlan, until in less time than I have taken to write of it all three were at his face. He tumbled from his saddle, and the lance fell from his hand and went out.

  Chapter 13

  THE CLAW OF THE CONCILIATOR

  I called, "Is he dead?", and saw Jonas nod in reply. I would have ridden away then, but he motioned for me to join him and dismounted. When we met by the uhlans body, he said, "We may be able to destroy those things so they cant be flown against us again or be used to harm anyone else. Theyre sated now, and I think we might handle them. We need something to put them in - something water-tight, of metal or glass. "

  I had nothing of that kind and told him so.

  "Neither have I. " He knelt beside the uhlan and turned out his pockets. Aromatic smoke from the blazing tree wreathed everything like incense, and I had the sensation of being once more in the Cathedral of the Pelerines. The litter of twigs and last summers leaves on which the uhlan lay might have been the straw-strewn floor; the trunks of the scattered trees, the supporting poles.

  "Here," Jonas said, and picked up a brass vasculum. Unscrewing the lid he emptied it of herbs, then rolled the dead uhlan on his back.

  "Where are they?" I asked. "Has the body absorbed them?"

  Jonas shook his head, and after a moment began, very carefully and delicately, to draw one of the dark things from the uhlans left nostril. Save for being absolutely opaque, it was like the finest tissue paper.

  I wondered at his caution. "If you tear it, wont it just become two?"

  "Yes, but it is sated now. Divided, it would lose energy and might be impossible to handle. A lot of people have died, by the way, because they found they could cut these creatures, and choose to stand their ground doing it until they were surrounded by too many to fend off. "

  One of the uhlans eyes was half-open. I had seen corpses often before, but I could not escape the eerie feeling that he was in some sense watching me, the man who had killed him to save himself. To turn my mind to other things, I said, "After I cut the first one, it seemed to fly more slowly. "

  Jonas had placed the horror he had drawn out in the vasculum and was extracting a second from the right nostril; he murmured, "The speed of any flying thing depends on its wing area. If that werent the case, the adepts who use these creatures would tear them into scraps before they sent them forth, I suppose. "

  "You sound as though youve encountered them before. "

  "We docked once at a port where theyre used in ritual murders. I suppose it was inevitable that someone would bring them home, but these are the first Ive seen here. " He opened the brass lid and laid the second fuligin thing on the first, which stirred sluggishly. "Theyll recombine in there - this is what the adepts do to get them back together. I doubt if you noticed it, but they were torn somewhat in going through the wood and healed themselves in flight. "

  "Theres one more," I said.

  He nodded and used his steel hand to force open the dead mans mouth; instead of holding teeth and livid tongue and gums it appeared to be a bottomless gulf, and for a moment my stomach churned. Jonas drew out the third creature, streaked with the dead mans saliva.

  "Wouldnt he have had a nostril open, or his mouth, if I hadnt cut the thing a second time?"

  "Until they worked their way into his lungs. Were lucky, actually, to have been able to get to him so quickly. Otherwise you would have had to slice the body open to get them out. "

  A wisp of smoke called to mind the burning cedar. "If it was heat they wanted . . . "

  "They prefer lifes heat, though they can sometimes be distracted by a fire of living vegetable matter. Its something more than heat, I think, really. Perhaps some radiant energy characteristic of growing cells. " Jonas stuffed the third creature into the vasculum and snapped it shut. "We called them notules, because they usually came after dark, when they could not be seen, and the first warning we had was a breath of warmth; but I have no idea what the natives call them. "

  "Where is this island?"

  He looked at me curiously.

  "Is it far from the coast? Ive always wanted to see Uroboros, though I suppose it is dangerous. "

  "Very far," Jonas said in a flat voice. "Very far indeed. Wait a moment. " I waited, watching, as he strode to the riverbank. He threw the vasculum hard - it had almost reached midstream when it dropped into the water.

  When he returned I asked, "Couldnt we have used those things ourselves? It doesnt seem likely that whoever sent them is going to give up now, and we might have need of them. "

  "They would not obey us, and the world is better without them anyway, as the butchers wife told him when she cut away his manhood. Now wed best be going. Theres somebody coming down the road. "

  I looked where Jonas had pointed, and saw two figures on foot. He had caught his destrier by the halter as it drank and was ready to climb into the saddle.

  "Wait," I said. "Or go on a chain or two and wait for me there. " I was thinking of the man-apes bleeding stump, and I seemed to see the dim votive lights of the cathedral hanging, crimson and magenta, among the trees. I reached into my boot, far down where I had pushed it for safety, and drew out the Claw. It was the first time I had seen it by full daylight. It caught the sun and flashed like a New Sun itself, not blue only but with every color from violet to cyan. I laid it on the uhlans forehead, and for an instant tried to will him alive.

  "Come on," Jonas called. "What are you doing?"

  I did not know how to answer him.

  "Hes not quite dead," Jonas called. "Get off the road before he finds his lance!" He lashed his mount.

  Faintly, a voice I seemed to recognize called, "Master!" I turned my head to look down the grass-grown highway.

  "Master!" One of the travelers waved an arm, and both began to run.

  "Its Hethor," I said; but Jonas had gone. I looked back at the uhlan. Both his eyes were open now, and his chest rose and fell. When I took the Claw from his forehead and thrust it back into my boot-top, he sat up. I shouted to Hethor and his companion to leave the road, but they did not appear to understand.

  "Who are you?"

  "A friend," I said.

  Though the uhlan was feeble, he tried to rise. I gave him my hand and pulled him up. For a moment he stared at everything - myself, the two men running toward him, the river, and the trees. The destriers appeared to frighten him, even his own, which stood patiently awaiting its rider. "What is this place?"

  "Only a stretch of the old road beside Gyoll. "

  He shook his head and pressed it with his hands.

  Hethor came panting up, like an ill-bred dog that has run when called and now expects a petting for it. His companion, whom he had outreached by a hundred strides or so, wore the gaudy clothes and greasy look of a small trader.

  "M-m-master," Hethor said, "you can have no idea how much t-t-trouble, how much deadly loss and difficulty we have had in overtaking you across the mountains, across the wide-blown seas and c-c-creaking plains of this fair world. What am I, your s-slave, but an abandoned sh-shell, the sport of a thousand tides, cast up here in this lonely place because I cannot r-r-rest without you? H-how could you, the red-clawed master, know of the endless labor youve cost us?"
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  "Since I left you in Saltus afoot and have been well mounted these past few days, I should think a good deal. "

  "Exactly," he said. "Exactly. " He looked significantly at his companion as if my remark had confirmed something he had told him earlier, and sank down to rest upon the ground.

  The uhlan said slowly, "I am Cornet Mineas. Who are you?"

  Hethor bobbed his head as though he would have bowed. "M-m-master is the noble Severian, servant of the Autarch - whose urine is the wine of his subjects - in the Guild of the Seekers for Truth and Penitence. H-h-hethor is his humble servant. Beuzec is also his humble servant. I suppose the man who rode away is his servant too. "

  I gestured for him to be quiet. "We are all only poor travelers, Cornet. We saw you lying here stunned and sought to help you. A moment ago, we thought you dead; it must have been a near thing. "

  "What is this place?" the uhlan asked again.

  Hethor answered eagerly. "The road north of Quiesco. M-mmaster, we were on a boat, sailing the wide waters of Gyoll in the blind night. We di-d-disembarked at Quiesco. On her deck and at her sails we worked our p-passage, Beuzec and me. So slowly upriver, while the lucky ones whizzed above on their way to the H-h-house Absolute, but she m-m-made h-h-headway whether we woke or slept, and thus we caught up to you. "

  "The House Absolute?" the uhlan muttered.

  I said, "Its not far from here, I think. "

  "I am to be especially vigilant. "

  "I feel sure one of your comrades will be along soon. " I caught my mount and clambered onto his lofty back.

  "M-m-master, youre not going to l-l-leave us again? Beuzec has seen you perform but twice. "

  I was about to answer Hethor when I caught sight of a flash of white among the trees across the highway. Something huge was moving there. At once, the thought that the sender of the notules might have other weapons at hand filled my mind, and I dug my heels into the blacks flanks.

  He sprang away. For half a league or more we raced along the narrow strip of ground that separated the road from the river. When at last I saw Jonas, I galloped across to warn him, and told him what I had seen.

  While I spoke he seemed lost in reflection. When I had finished, he said, "I know of nothing like the being you describe, but there may be many importations I know nothing of. "

  "But surely such a thing wouldnt be wandering free like a strayed cow!" Instead of replying, Jonas pointed toward the ground a few strides ahead. A graveled path hardly more than a cubit wide wound among the trees. It was bordered with more wild flowers than I have ever seen growing naturally in company, and it was of pebbles so uniform in size, and of such shining whiteness, that they must surely have been carried from some secret and far-off beach.

  After riding a bit closer to examine it, I asked Jonas what such a path here could possibly mean.

  "Only one thing, surely - that we are already on the grounds of the House Absolute. "

  Quite suddenly, I recalled the spot. "Yes," I said. "Once Josepha and I, with some others, made up a fishing party and came here. We crossed by the twisted oak . . . "

  Jonas looked at me as though I were mad, and for a moment I felt that I was. I had ridden hunting often before, but this was a charger I sat, and no hunter. My hands raised themselves like spiders to pluck out my eyes - and would have done so if the ragged man beside me had not struck them down with his own hand, which was of steel. "You are not the Chatelaine Thecla," he said. "You are Severian, a journeyman of the torturers, who was unfortunate enough to love her. See yourself!" He held up the steel hand so that I could see a strangers face, narrow, ugly, and bewildered, reflected in its work-polished balm.

  I remembered our tower then, the curved walls of smooth, dark metal. "I am Severian," I said.

  "That is correct. The Chatelaine Thecla is dead. "

  "Jonas . . . "

  "Yes?"

  "The uhlan is alive now - you saw him. The Claw gave him life again. I laid it on his forehead, but perhaps it was just that he saw it with his dead eyes. He sat up. He breathed and spoke to me, Jonas. "

  "He was not dead. "

  "You saw him," I said again.

  "I am much older than you are. Older than you think. If there is one thing I have learned in so many voyages, it is that the dead do not rise, nor the years turn back. What has been and is gone does not come again. "

  Theclas face was before me still, but it was blown by a dark wind until it fluttered and went out. I said, "If I had only used it, called on the power of the Claw when we were at the banquet of the dead . . . "

  "The uhlan had nearly suffocated, but was not quite dead. When I got the notules away from him he was able to breathe, and after a time he regained consciousness. As for your Thecla, no power in the universe could have restored her to life. They must have dug her up while you were still imprisoned in the Citadel and stored her in an ice cave. Before we saw her, they had gutted her like a partridge and roasted her flesh. " He gripped my arm. "Severian, dont be a fool!"

  At that moment I wanted only to perish. If the notule had reappeared, I would have embraced it. What did appear, far down the path, was a white shape like that I had seen nearer the river. I tore myself away from Jonas and galloped toward it.

  Chapter 14

  THE ANTECHAMBER

  There are beings - and artifacts - against which we batter our intelligence raw, and in the end make peace with reality only by saying, "It was an apparition, a thing of beauty and horror. "

  Somewhere among the swirling worlds I am so soon to explore, there lives a race like and yet unlike the human. They are no taller than we. Their bodies are like ours save that they are perfect, and that the standard to which they adhere is wholly alien to us. Like us they have eyes, a nose, a mouth; but they use these features (which are, as I have said, perfect) to express emotions we have never felt, so that for us to see their faces is to look upon some ancient and terrible alphabet of feeling, at once supremely important and utterly unintelligible.