Quentin said, 'That place was a fane of usury, where they make gold, not out of base metal, but out of nothing. There was a power there. I was sure that armed men would come swarming out of the back rooms at any moment. This is Mulciber's place; this is the world of Mulciber, an ugly world of gold and iron.'
I said, 'They seemed friendly enough.' Friendlier than English clerks would have been, I thought.
Quentin said darkly, 'Talos also had a friendly smile.'
Colin said, 'Who... ?'
I said, 'Well, lady and gentlemen, I suggest we make a list of what we need and a list of what we want, and go shopping.'
We bought first what any self-respecting group of adventurers chased by ancient pagan gods and blood-sucking vampiresses would buy: cell phones.
The Americans make radio-telephones small enough to fit in one's palm, feather-light, which can be programmed to listen to your spoken commands and dial numbers for you; record, store, and forward messages; and probably walk the dog and change the baby. Only someone who has never held such a thing in hand before can appreciate the marvel of it. Buck Rogers himself would have been goggle-eyed.
Originally, we meant to stay for only a short time. Only until high tide, no longer. But there was no point in leaving America while we were still hungry, and so we decided to spend a limited amount of money eating. And there was no point in eating in some dull burger joint when we could visit a first-class restaurant, not for our last civilized meal. And there was no point in fine dining without wearing the nice clothes Vanity had bought in Paris, and the boys dressed up in their formal suit and tie. Vanity wore a peach evening dress, flattering to her figure, with a strand of pearls dripping down her cleavage. I wore that little black outfit with stockings and pumps, silver earrings, and a matching silvery choker. We looked like grown-ups.
We squabbled like children. After much debate, we finally decided on a restaurant called Gary Danko, which the guide we'd bought listed as number one in the local area.
Lovely place, all polished wood floors gleaming like gold, dimmed lights over cozy white tables, wood-slatted windows casting striped shadows from the setting sun across the silverware and linen. The fragrance of roses and of wine hung in the air. I suppose it was a small restaurant, compared with some, but to me it looked enormous.
They never starved us at the Academy, and they had staff to wait on us at meals, which I suppose is unusual, so you would think we'd be used to dining. But the difference here was that we got to choose our own food.
What food it was! It was served on little white dishes, looking almost too beautiful to eat. (I recommend the guinea hen breast and rillettes, though the lobster salad-I ate some off Vanity's plate-was quite tasty, too.) They served twenty types of cheeses from a cart, each one better than the last.
Imagine being able to eat as much as you'd like, without Mrs. Wren or Dr. Fell telling you no.
Freedom cannot be good for the figure. Are Americans fatter than Cubans because they're free?
I remember making some comment along these lines to the group.
Quentin looked glum and shook his head. 'Unleashing the appetites is not freedom, but another type of slavery. Freedom in the absence of virtue will destroy a country as quickly as any tyranny.'
Victor said, 'Virtue imposed from without is not virtue at all, but merely prudence. A man who avoids lying merely because a law tells him to tell the truth will avoid telling the truth as soon as the law tells him to lie.'
Quentin said, 'The whole universe is built on a hierarchic principle, spirits being made of finer substances than gross matter, quintessence being finer than aether. A democracy flattens differences between men, and too soon they lose the distinction between better and worse, noble and base, good and evil. Have you seen what they call art here, compared to what we studied in school? These people need a queen. To bow to a crowned sovereign would teach them respect for great and ancient things, so that when, after death, they met things greater and more ancient than mere man, they would be ready.'
Victor, who cared nothing one way or the other for art, said, 'I believe in the principle of atomism: let each individual stand or fall on his own. The ancient things we are running from have done nothing to convince me the Americans, or anyone else, should bow to them.'
I said, 'Speaking of gross matter, what do you think, Colin?'
He raised his wineglass. 'When Ireland gets the atom bomb, we'll see how well Q- man's
'hierarchic principle of the universe' holds out! Down with crowned head, on Earth, in Heaven, or in Hell!'
Vanity said, 'You're not really Irish, you know.'
Colin said, 'So what? I like 'em. Oscar Wilde, W. B. Yeats.'
'Do you know anything about Yeats?'
Colin looked pompous and offended. He jarred the wineglass down on the table. 'Do I indeed,
