“I’ll come,” Geo said.
She turned, and he followed her into a hall of the same luminous substance. Her heels touched the back of her white robe with each step, but she was silent. His own bare feet on the cool stones seemed louder than those of the blind woman before him. Suddenly he was in a larger room, with benches. It was a chapel, obviously of Argo because of the altar at the far end, but its detail was strange. Everything was arranged with the white simplicity that one would expect of a people to whom visual adornment meant nothing. He sat down on a bench as the woman said, “Wait here.” She disappeared down another hall.
Suddenly the woman returned from the other hallway, followed by Snake. Geo and the four-armed boy looked at each other, silently, as the woman disappeared again. A wish, like a living thing, suddenly writhed into a knot in Geo’s stomach, that the boy would say something. He himself could not.
Again she returned, this time with Urson. The big man stepped into the chapel, saw Geo, and exclaimed, “Friend, what happened?” He came to him quickly and placed his warm hands on Geo’s shoulders. “What …” he began, and shook his head.
Geo grinned suddenly, and patted his stump with his good hand. “I guess jelly-belly got something from me after all.”
Urson held his own forearm next to Geo’s and compared them. There was paleness in both. “I guess none of us got out completely all right. I woke up once while they were taking the scabs off. It was pretty bad, and I went to sleep again fast.”
Iimmi came in now. “Well, I was wondering …” He stopped, and let out a low whistle. “I guess it really got you, brother.” His own arms looked as though they had been dipped in bleach up to the mid forearms.
“How did this happen?” Urson asked.
“When we were back doing our tightrope act on those damn girders,” explained Iimmi, “our bodies were in the shadow of the girders and the rays only got to our arms. I’ve got something you’ll be interested in too, Geo.”
“Just tell me where the hell we are,” Urson said.
“We’re in a monastery sacred to Argo,” Iimmi told him. “It’s across the river from the City of New Hope, which is where we were.”
“That name sounds familiar; in the …” began Urson. Snake gave him a quick glance, and he stopped, and then frowned.
“We knew of your presence in the City of New Hope,” explained the blind Priestess, “and we found you by the riverside after you swam across. You managed to cling to life long enough for us to get you back to the monastery and apply what art we could to sooth the burns from the deadly fire.”
Geo suddenly saw that there was no jewel around Iimmi’s neck either. He could almost feel the hands ripping it from his neck in the water. Iimmi must have made the same discovery, because his pale hand raised to his own chest.
The Priestess beckoned and started down another hall, and again they followed. They arrived at an even larger room, this one set with white marble benches and long white tables. “This is the main dining room of the monastery,” their guide explained. “One table has been set up for you. You will not eat with the other priestesses, of course.”
“Why not?” asked Iimmi.
Surprise flowed across the blind face. “You are men,” she told them, matter of factly. Then she led them to a table where wine, meat, and bowls piled with strange fruit were placed. As they sat down, she disappeared once more.
Geo reached for a knife. For a moment there was silence at the table as the nub of the arm jutted over food. “I guess I just have to learn,” he said after the pause.
Halfway through the meal, Urson said, “What about the jewels? Did the Priestess take them from you?”
“They came off in the water,” said Iimmi.
Geo nodded corroboration.
“Well, now we really have a problem,” said Urson. “Here we are, at a temple of Argo’s where we could return the jewels and maybe even get back to the Priestess on the ship, and out of the silly mess, and the jewels are gone.”
“I guess that also means our river friends are working for Hama,” said Geo.
“Well,” Iimmi said, “Hama’s got his jewel then, and we’re out of the way. Perhaps he delivered us into Argo’s hands as a reward for bringing them this far?”
“Since we would have died anyway,” said Geo, “I guess he was doing us a favor.”
“And you know what that means,” Iimmi said, looking at Snake now.
“Huh?” asked Urson. Then he said, “Oh, let the boy speak for himself. All right, Four Arms, are you or are you not a spy for Hama?”
A pained expression came over Snake’s face, and he shook his head not in denial but bewilderment. Suddenly he got up from the table, and ran from the room. Urson looked at the others. “Now don’t tell me I hurt his feelings by asking.”
“You didn’t,” said Iimmi, “but I may have. I keep on forgetting that he can read minds.”
“What do you mean?” Urson asked.
“Just when you asked him that, a lot of things came together in my mind that would be pretty vicious for him if any of it were true.”
“Huh?” asked Urson.
“I think I know what you mean,” said Geo.
“I still—”
“It means that he is a spy,” explained Iimmi, “and among other things, he was probably lying about the radio back at the city. And that cost Geo his arm.”
“Why the—” began Urson, and then looked down the hall where Snake had disappeared.
They didn’t eat much more. When they got up, Urson felt sleepy and was shown back to his room.
“May I show my friend what you showed me?” Iimmi asked the Priestess when she returned. “He is also a student of rituals.”
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