you to do it.'
Kit extended a grubby fist.
'I see. Or at least, I think I may. He wouldn't take the money?'
Kit shook his head.
'And you were afraid that I'd be angry about that-as to tell the truth I am, somewhat. Here, give it to me.'
Maytera Marble inquired, 'Who wouldn't take your money, Patera? Marrow, up the street?'
Silk nodded. 'Here, Kit. Here's the half bit that I promised you. Take it, close the gate after you, remember what I told you, and don't be afraid.'
'I'm afraid,' Maytera Marble announced when the boy was gone. 'Not for myself, but for you, Patera. They don't like anyone to be too popular. Did Kind Kypris promise to protect you? What will you do if they send the Guard for you?'
Silk shook his head. 'Go with them, I suppose. What else could I do?'
'You might not come back.'
'I'll explain that I have no political ambitions, which is the simple truth.' Silk drew his chair nearer the doorway and sat down. 'I wish I could invite you in, Maytera. Will you let me bring the other chair out for you?'
'I'm fine,' Maytera Marble said, 'but your ankle must be very painful. You walked a long way today.'
'It's not really as bad as it was yesterday,' Silk said, feeling the wrapping. 'Or perhaps I'm getting a second wind, so to speak. A great many things happened Phaesday, and they took place very fast. First there was the very great thing I told you about while we were sitting in the arbor during the rain, then Blood's coming here, then meeting Auk and riding out to Blood's villa, hurting my ankle, and talking to Blood. Then on Sphixday, bringing the Pardon of Pas to poor little Teasel, Orpine's death and an exorcism, and Orchid's wanting to have Orpine's final sacrifice fhere. I wasn't accustomed to so much happening so rapidly.'
Maytera Marble looked solicitous. 'No one could expect you to be, Patera.'
'Last. night I was just beginning to find my feet, if I may put it like that, when several other things took place. And today, Kypris favored us-the first manteion in Viron to be so favored in over twenty years. If-'
Maytera Marble interrupted him. 'That was wonderful. I'm still trying to come to terms with it, if you know what I mean, trying to integrate it into my operating parameters. But it just-you know, Patera, this business with Marrow, for instance. I saw 'Back to the Charter!' painted on the side of a building. And then this, at our manteion. Do be careful!'
'I will,' Silk promised. 'As I was trying to explain, I've gotten my mental equilibrium back. I've done what you said you were trying to do-gotten all of it worked into my operating whateveryoucallums, my way of thinking. While we were following the deadcoach, I had time to sort things out. It gave me an opportunity to weigh my own impressions against the Writings as I read them. Do you recall the passage that begins, 'Sovereign nature, which governs the whole, will soon change all the things you see, and from their substance make other things, and again still other things from the substance of them, in order that the whorl may be ever new'?
'In the context other last sacrifice, it meant no more than that Orpine would grow up again as grass and flowers, of course. And yet, that passage struck home to me particularly, as though it had been put there for me, specifically, to read today. I wish I could learn to say things to other people that would affect them half as much as that passage affected me. I realized as I read it that the peaceful life here that I'd imagined I had, the life that I'd hoped would continue without interruption and almost without incident until I was old, had been nothing of the sort-that it had been no more than the current state of things in an endless flux of states. My final year in the schola, for example-'
'Did you say something about those chops being for me when I knocked, Patera? You meant that they would save me all the work of preparing the main course, and I appreciate it very much. They smell delicious. I feel certain Maytera Rose and Maytera Mint will enjoy them immensely.'
Silk sighed. 'You're telling me it's time to turn them again, aren't you?'
'No, Patera. Time to take them up-to put them on a platter. You've turned them once already.'
He hobbled off to the stove. Oreb had been at the cat's meat while he had been talking with Kit and Maytera Marble; it was scattered over the table, with addenda on the floor. The undersides of the chops were a deep, golden brown. Silk piled them on the largest plate in the cupboard, draped them with a clean cloth, and carried them to Maytera Marble on the other side of the threshold.
'Thank you very, very much, Patera.' She peeped beneath the cloth. 'Oh, my! Aren't they marvelous! You've saved at least three for yourself, I hope.'
Silk shook his head. 'I had chops last night when Auk bought my dinner, and I really don't care for meat.' She made him a tiny bow. 'I must hurry off before they get cold.' 'Maytera?' He hobbled after her, down the graveled path toward the cenoby. The burning line of the sun was completely obscured by the shade now; the night air hung still and dry and hot, like one driven by fever to the border of death.
'What is it, Patera?'
'You said those chops smelled delicious. Do things - does food really smell good to you, Maytera? You can't eat it.'
'But I can cook it, and I do,' she reminded him gently, 'so naturally I know when something smells good.'
'I was thinking only of Maytera Rose, and that was wrong of me. I should have gotten something all three of you could enjoy.' Silk paused, groping futilely for words that would not be inadequate. 'I'm really terribly sorry, and I'll try to find a way to make up for it.'
'I do enjoy this, Patera. It gives me great pleasure to be the one to take this good food to my sibs. Now please go back to the manse, where you can sit down. I hate seeing you in pain.'
He hesitated, wanting to say more, nodded, and turned back. Turning seemed to twist his ankle inside the rapidly loosening wrapping, bringing pain so sharp he nearly cried out. Wincing, he grasped the arbor, then a convenient limb of the little pear tree.
There was a distant knock.
He would have halted to listen if he had not been halted already. Another knock, a trifle louder, and beyond question from his left, from Sun Street. The front door of the manse was on Sun Street-the cenoby had no door on Sun Street at all.
He meant to shout for the visitor to wait, but he did not shout, immobilized with surprise. A shadow (very faint because the lights there had darkened almost to extinction) had flitted across the curtains of his bedroom. Someone up there was going to answer that knock-someone, so at least it seemed, who had watched him limp down the path in pursuit of Maytera Marble.
All of the manse's windows facing the garden were wide open. Through them he heard the swift rattle of feet on the crooked stairs; and then, unmistakably, the bar being lifted from the door on Sun Street and the creaking of the hinges as that door opened; there was an indistinct murmur of voices-not friendly voices, or so they sounded.
It was strange how little pain his ankle gave him now. He opened the sellaria door as quietly as he could, but both turned to face him at once, one smiling, one glaring.
'Here he is,' Chenille announced. 'You can tell him yourself, whatever it is.'
Musk snarled and shoved her aside. Catlike, he stalked across the sellaria to seat himself in Silk's reading chair. Silk cleared his throat. 'Although I have no desire to appear inhospitable, I must ask both of you what you're doing here.'
Musk sneered; Chenille endeavored to look demure, almost successfully. 'I wasn't-really I wasn't-up to walking that far behind the deadcoach. Not in these sham shoes. And Orchid hadn't said we had to go to the grave. She just said for us to come to Orpine's rites, and I'd done it. Some of the others didn't even come.'
Silk said, 'Go on.'
'That was all that you said I had to do, too. I mean, to come and pray, and I'd done it.'
'Women are not to set foot in this manse,' Silk told her harshly. Musk was sitting in his chair, and he refused as a matter of principle to take one of the others. 'Excuse me for a moment.'
In the kitchen, his pot of water was boiling vigorously; he added a good-sized split to the firebox and found Blood's walking stick in a comer.
