sheritepper.necromancer nine-第25部分
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We had asked him how he had learned to speak？ Surely he remembered a childhood？
At that his eyes had rolled back in his head and he had trembled like a drumhead。 Mavin had said sadly； 〃Let it go； Peter。 I do not know whether it was born of human kind； but it has been changed beyond recognition。 This is only an empty vessel； drained of all but limited speech and directed action and fear of pain。 Let it go。〃
That was when we had let him go。
Now we leaned against a wall and considered。 Somewhere in this tangled； underground labyrinth were the inner doors the Tallman had spoken of。 Somewhere in this web of a place we would find some answers； but we would not find them standing against a wall。 We would have to follow some of them。 〃I will not do this；〃 Mavin said with asperity； 〃mock that unfortunate creature by saying them。 They are magicians； and so I will say。
〃Say away；〃 I mented。 〃Particularly if it will help some。〃
Easier conceived of than acplished。 There were none of the magicians about。 Perhaps it was not a time they moved about。 Perhaps the earlier occurrence had been a random happening with little chance of repetition。 We wandered； baffled and frustrated。 Bells rang。 Machines wheezed and gulped。 Tallmen moved quietly past。 Silence came。
〃Perhaps it is night outside；〃 said Mavin。 〃These beings must once have lived beneath the sun。 Perhaps they keep its time still。〃
〃If that is so； they maybe sleeping rather than watching what goes on around them。 And if that is so； then we might risk other bodies than these。〃 We hesitated； wondering whether it was wise to take the risk。
At last she said； 〃If it finds us anything； it is worth it。 I will go left； you right； as fast and as far as possible。 Meet here when they begin to move about again。〃
So we agreed； and I set out as furred…Peter once more； on legs as swift as I could Shift them。 I had no luck； none； and returned to the place heavy with anger and disappointment。 Mavin was there already； curled against the wall half asleep； and I knew at once she had been luckier than I。
〃I found them；〃 she said。 〃Found the inner doors。 Sleep now； and when we have rested； we will find a way through them。〃 We were well hidden。 I gave up anger in favor of sleep and dreamed long； too well； of Izia。
9。 The Inner Doors
The place of the magicians was full of niches and corners； almost as though they provided space for invisible beings； Tallmen and servants whom they did not see。 We found such a niche； a place from which we could see the doors Mavin had found without being seen ourselves。 The doors were quite ordinary； a wide pair of time…blotched panels without handles or knobs； and beside them a little booth of glass； though I suspected it wits of a material more durable than that。 We had not long to wait before one of the magicians came into the booth； an old one； jowls jiggling and pouches beneath his eyes； a nose which； had I seen it in a tavern in Betand； I would have considered evidence of much wine toping。 He hawked and mumbled to himself for a time； his voice carried out to us through some contrivance or other which made it echo and boom。
〃Huskpaw here；〃 he mumbled。 〃On duty； Huskpaw。 Huskpaw is on duty。 Doors unlocked。 Oh； turn to tum； boredom； weariness； and ennui； clutches and concatenations of all tedium。〃 Then he must have heard a sound because he stiffened； sat himself down before the glass and took a pose of watchfulness。 We heard the voice of Manacle。 〃Doctor Manacle； here； Proctor Huskpaw。 Desirous of egress 。 。 。〃
〃What business have you among the monsters？〃 rapped Huskpaw； so rapidly I knew it was rote； even as he reached for whatever thing it was controlled the doors。
He received a giggle in response； the voice of Shear。 〃Doctor Manacle goes forth to select monsters for consecration； Proctor Huskpaw。 It is time。 The ceremonies will not wait。
〃Lecturer Shear；〃 Manacle's voice； cold as a battlefield after Great Game。 〃I can make my own explanations； if you please！ Huskpaw； give your handle a twist there； my good fellow。 Your Dean goes forth among monsters to select a few for consecration。 Write me down as upon the business of the college。〃
〃Certainly； Dean Manacle。 At once； sir。 Written as upon the business of the college。 Surely。 Proctor Huskpaw at your convenience； sir。 。 。 。〃 opening the doors through which Manacle and Shear emerged； Shear still in a high good humor； obviously unsuppressed。 Mavin twitched at me； and we followed them； hearing Huskpaw's voice behind us as we went； 〃Oh； certainly； Dean； certainly； Doctor； Dean Manacle； Dean Mumblehead； Dean monster…lover。 Blast and confusion upon him and his lick…ass Shear； old stuff…sox。 May he rot。〃 We followed the two on a circuitous route before they stopped at last beside one of the monster pits； whether the one we had been in or some other； I could not tell。 They leaned at ease upon a railing； looked at the farther wall without letting their eyes move downward； and discussed the grotesques which seethed below。
〃Nothing here worth consecration； eh； Shear？ Not for us； at any rate。 Perhaps for Quench？ Now； I have the idea that Quench would select some of these for consecration； don't you？〃 Titter； giggle； elbow into the ribs of the shorter magician。 〃But nothing for us。 Pity。 That's what es of being discriminating。 Bother and overwork； all to maintain one's standards They wandered off along the corridors； Mavin and I still close behind them in our Tallmen guises。 They might have seen us if they had turned； but they did not。 They were oblivious to our presence as though they were the only living creatures in all that vast place。 They came to a second pit； or perhaps the same one from another side。 Mavin shifted uneasily at my side。 The two magicians leaned upon the railing once more and stared at the ceiling fifty manheights above them。
〃Now； there are some likely ones here； aren't there； Shear？ That three…legged one； yonder； with the tentacles？ Most interesting。 I must remember to bring that to the attention of my son； Tutor Flogshoulder； to be included in his research。 Ah； yes； that one would make interesting watching。 One could get a decent footnote out of that。 Somehow； however； I do not feel it would be 。。。 quite 。。。 right for consecration； do you； Shear？〃
Shear； tittering； responding with a shaken head； a flurry of expostulation。 〃Not at all； my dear Dean。 At least； not for one of your taste and standards。 No。 Certainly not。 For Quench； perhaps。 Or for Hurlbar。 Not for you。 Certainly not。 They were off again。 Again we followed。 Three times more the scene was repeated。 I watched them carefully。 They never looked into the pits they talked over。 They never saw anything except the featureless walls of the place。 It was some kind of Game； perhaps a ritual。 I could sense Mavin's impatience； but the play was nearing its close。 They had e to a different kind of pit； shallower； cleaner； in a place where the dismal hooting of the ventilators was somewhat muted； the drip from the ceilings somehow stopped。 This time the two looked down； and this time they were silent as they looked。 Mavin and I faded into an alcove。
〃Oh； here are some who will do！〃 Manacle； greedy as a child seeing sweets。 〃Not well； but better than the others we have examined。〃
〃Yes。〃 Shear in agreement。 〃Not perfect； but then； who can expect perfection in these difficult times？ Still； better than any of the others we have seen 。。。 Manacle whistled sharply； and a Tallman materialized at his side out of some corner or cross corridor。 There were murmured instructions。 The Tallman entered the cage； dropped below my sight。 The creak of the rising cage riveted our attention as it squealed its way upward。 In it the Tallman stood； surrounded by four little girls。 〃No； no； no；〃 Manacle cried； full of shrill anger。 〃Not that one； idiot。 That one； over there in the corner。 Take this one back and get me that one。〃 The cage dropped again to return with some exchange made which I could not detect。 The little girls were clad in white kilts； not entirely clean； above which their slender chests were as breastless as any baby's。 Shear and Manacle gazed at them with greedy satisfaction。 〃Oh； these will do very well； won't they； Shear？ Bring them along； Tallman。 We will consecrate these monsters at the doors。〃 With that they were off； nodding and bubbling in mutual satisfaction and congratulation。
〃Monsters？〃 I whispered to Mavin。
〃Females；〃 she said harshly。 〃Have you seen any female here； anywhere？ The magicians； their servants； the Tallmen； all are male。 These children are the first females I have seen。〃
〃But why 'monsters'？ They look perfectly normal to me。〃
〃I think not；〃 she said。 〃e； this is our chance to get through the doors。〃
She carried out her plan so swiftly I had barely time to make the shifts with her。 First she showed herself to the two children who were last in line behind the shambling Tallman； cutting them away from the others and sending them wandering down a side corridor。 Then； we became those children； 〃conserving bulk〃 as she hastily directed； following the Tallman as he strode along mindlessly； his shadowed face betraying nothing of interior thought or confusion or misapprehension。 I felt heavy； squeezed into the smaller form； but we managed it well。
At the doors； Huskpaw was instructed to assemble a group of magicians。 There was a good deal of ing and going； lengthy chanting and waving of papers。 The ceremony seemed to be called 〃conferring honorary degrees。〃 The two real children did not respond except to move where they were pushed； Mavin and I did likewise。 The eyes of the real girls showed only a kind of vacancy； like that of the Tallmen； only more so。 I knew then that they were not normal children but were something else； perhaps monsters； perhaps something I could not name。 Eventually the magicians dropped a robe over each of us； black as their own； and the ceremony appeared to be over。 We were ushered through the doors and into a wide reception chamber where the group was joined by others to be served with wine and sweet cakes by a pair of costumed pawns as silent and vacant as the little girls。 The girls； we among them； stood in a loose huddle at one side of the room；
