cb.imajica1-第68部分

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　〃Then　he　can　prove　it　with　a　miracle。〃
　〃What　miracle's　that？〃
　〃He　can　make　an　honest　man　of　John　Furie　Zacharias。〃
　
　The　marriage　of　the　Eurhetemec　mystif　and　the　fugitive　John　Furie　Zacharias；　called　Gentle；　took　place　that　night　in　the　depths　of　the　asylum。　Happily；　their　priest　was　passing　through　a　period　of　lucidity　and　was　willing　to　be　addressed　by　his　real　name；　Father　Athanasius。　He　bore　the　evidence　of　his　dementia；　however：　scars　on　his　forehead；　where　the　crowns　of　thorns　he　repeatedly　fashioned　and　wore　had　dug　deep；　and　scabs　on　his　hands　where　he'd　driven　nails　into　his　flesh。　He　was　as　fond　of　the　frown　as　Scopique　of　the　grin；　though　the　look　of　a　philosopher　sat　badly　on　a　face　better　suited　to　a　edian：　with　its　blob　nose　that　perpetually　ran；　its　teeth　too　widely　spread；　and　eyebrows；　like　hairy　caterpillars；　that　concertinaed　when　he　furrowed　his　forehead。　He　was　kept；　along　with　twenty　or　so　other　prisoners　judged　exceptionally　seditious；　in　the　deepest　part　of　the　asylum；　his　windowless　cell　guarded　more　vigorously　than　those　of　the　prisoners　on　higher　floors。　It　had　thus　taken　some　fancy　maneuvering　on　Sco…pique's　part　to　get　access　to　him；　and　the　bribed　guard；　an　Oethac；　was　only　willing　to　turn　a　hooded　eye　for　a　few　minutes。　The　ceremony　was　therefore　short；　conducted　in　an　ad　hoc　mixture　of　Latin　and　English；　with　a　few　phrases　pronounced　in　the　language　of　Athanasius'　Second　Dominion　order；　the　Dearthers；　the　music　of　which　more　than　pensated　for　its　unintelligibility。　The　oaths　themselves　were　necessarily　spare；　given　the　constraints　of　time　and　the　redundance　of　most　of　the　conventional　vocabulary。
　〃This　isn't　done　in　the　sight　of　Hapexamendios；〃　Athanasius　said；　〃nor　in　the　sight　of　any　God；　or　the　agent　of　any　God。　We　pray　that　the　presence　of　our　Lady　may　however　touch　this　union　with　Her　infinite　passion；　and　that　you　go　together　into　the　great　union　at　some　higher　time。　Until　then；　I　can　only　be　as　a　glass　held　up　to　your　sacrament；　which　is　performed　in　your　sight　for　your　sake。〃
　The　full　significance　of　these　words　didn't　strike　Gentle　until　later；　when；　with　the　oaths　made　and　the　ceremony　done；　he　lay　down　in　his　cell　beside　his　partner。
　〃I　always　said　I'd　never　marry；〃　he　whispered　to　the　mystif。
　〃Regretting　it　already？〃
　〃Not　at　all。　But　it's　strange　to　be　married　and　not　have　a　wife。〃
　〃You　can　call　me　wife。　You　can　call　me　whatever　you　want。　Reinvent　me。　That's　what　I'm　for。〃
　〃I　didn't　marry　you　to　use　you；　Pie。〃
　〃That's　part　of　it；　though。　We　must　be　functions　of　each　other。　Mirrors；　maybe。〃　It　touched　Gentle's　face。　〃I'll　use　you；　believe　me。〃
　〃For　what？〃
　〃For　everything。　fort；　argument；　pleasure。〃
　〃I　do　want　to　learn　from　you。〃
　〃About　what？〃
　〃How　to　fly　out　of　my　head　again；　the　way　I　did　this　afternoon。　How　to　travel　by　mind。〃
　〃By　mote；〃　Pie　said；　echoing　the　way　Gentle　had　felt　as　he'd　driven　his　thoughts　through　N'ashap's　skull。　〃Meaning：　a　particle　of　thought；　as　seen　in　sunlight。〃
　〃It　can　only　be　done　in　sunlight？〃
　〃No。　It's　just　easier　that　way。　Almost　everything's　easier　in　sunlight。〃
　〃Except　this；〃　Gentle　said；　kissing　the　mystif。　〃I've　always　preferred　the　night　for　this。　。　。。〃
　He　had　e　to　their　marriage　bed　determined　that　he　would　make　love　with　the　mystif　as　it　truly　was；　allowing　no　fantasy　to　intrude　between　his　senses　and　the　vision　he'd　glimpsed　in　N'ashap's　office。　That　oath　made　him　as　nervous　as　a　virgin　groom；　demanding　as　it　did　a　double　unveiling…　Just　as　he　unbuttoned　and　discarded　the　clothes　that　concealed　the　mystif　s　essential　sex；　so　he　had　to　tear　from　his　eyes　the　fort　of　the　illusions　that　lay　between　his　sight　and　its　object。　What　would　he　feel　then？　It　was　easy　to　be　aroused　by　a　creature　so　totally　reconfigured　by　desire　that　it　was　indistinguishable　from　the　thing　desired。　But　what　of　the　configurer　itself；　seen　naked　by　naked　eyes？
　In　the　shadows　its　body　was　almost　feminine；　its　planes　serene；　its　surface　smooth；　but　there　was　an　austerity　in　its　sinew　he　couldn't　pretend　was　womanly；　nor　were　its　buttocks　lush；　or　its　chest　ripe。　It　was　not　his　wife；　and　though　it　was　happy　to　be　imagined　that　way；　and　his　mind　teetered　over　and　over　on　the　edge　of　giving　in　to　such　invention；　he　resisted；　demanding　his　eyes　hold　to　their　focus　and　his　fingers　to　the　facts。　He　began　to　wish　it　were　lighter　in　the　cell；　so　as　not　to　give　ease　to　ambiguity。　When　he　put　his　hand　into　the　shadow　between　its　legs　and　felt　the　heat　and　motion　there；　he　said；　〃I　want　to　see；〃　and　Pie　dutifully　stood　up　in　the　light　from　the　window　so　that　Gentle　could　have　a　plainer　view。　His　heart　was　pumping　furiously；　but　none　of　the　blood　was　reaching　his　groin。　It　was　filling　his　head；　making　his　face　bum。　He　was　glad　he　sat　in　shadow；　where　his　disfort　was　less　visible；　though　he　knew　that　shadow　concealed　only　the　outward　show；　and　the　mystif　was　perfectly　aware　of　the　fear　he　felt。　He　took　a　deep　breath　and　got　up　from　the　bed；　crossing　to　within　touching　distance　of　this　enigma。
　〃Why　are　you　doing　this　to　yourself？〃　Pie　asked　softly。　〃Why　not　let　the　dreams　e？〃
　〃Because　I　don't　want　to　dream　you；〃　he　said。　〃I　came　on　this　journey　to　understand。　How　can　I　understand　anything　if　all　I　look　at　is　illusions？〃
　〃Maybe　that's　all　there　is。〃
　〃That　isn't　true；〃　he　said　simply。
　〃Tomorrow；　then；〃　Pie　said；　temptingly。　〃Look　plainly　tomorrow。　Just　enjoy　yourself　tonight。　I'm　not　the　reason　we're　in　the　Imajica。　I'm　not　the　puzzle　you　came　to　solve。〃
　〃On　the　contrary；〃　Gentle　said；　a　smile　creeping　into　his　voice。　〃I　think　maybe　you　are　the　reason。　And　the　puzzle。　I　think　if　we　stayed　here；　locked　up　together；　we　could　heal　the　Imajica　from　what's　between　us。〃　The　smile　appeared　on　his　face　now。　〃I　never　realized　that　till　now。　That's　why　I　want　to　see　you　clearly；　Pie；　so　there're　no　lies　between　us。〃　He　put　his　hand　against　the　mystif　s　sex。　〃You　could　fuck　or　be　fucked　with　this；　right？〃
　〃Yes。〃
　〃And　you　could　give　birth？〃
　〃I　haven't。　But　it's　been　known。〃
　〃And　fertilize？〃
　〃Yes。〃
　〃That's　wonderful。　And　is　there　something　else　you　can　do？〃
　〃Like　what？〃
　〃It　isn't　all　doer　or　done　to；　is　it？　I　know　it　isn't。　There's　something　else。〃
　〃Yes；　there　is。〃
　〃A　third　way。〃
　〃Yes。〃
　〃Do　it　with　me；　then。〃
　〃I　can't。　You're　male；　Gentle。　You're　a　fixed　sex。　It's　a　physical　fact。〃　The　mystif　put　its　hand　on　Gentle's　prick；　still　soft　in　his　trousers。　〃I　can't　take　this　away。　You　wouldn't　want　me　to。〃　It　frowned。　〃Would　you？〃
　〃I　don't　know。　Maybe。〃
　〃You　don't　mean　that。〃
　〃If　it　meant　finding　a　way；　maybe　I　do。　I've　used　my　dick　every　way　I　know　how。　Maybe　it's　redundant。〃
　Now　it　was　Pie's　turn　to　smile；　but　such　a　fragile　smile；　as　though　the　unease　Gentle　had　felt　now　burdened　the　mys…tif　instead。　It　narrowed　its　shining　eyes。
　〃What　are　you　thinking？〃　Gentle　said。
　〃How　you　make　me　a　little　afraid。〃
　〃Of　what？〃
　〃Of　the　pain　ahead。　Of　losing　you。〃
　〃You're　not　going　to　lose　me；〃　Gentle　said；　putting　his　hand　around　the　back　of　Pie's　neck　and　stroking　the　nape　with　his　thumb。　〃I　told　you；　we　could　heal　the　Imajica　from　here。　We're　strong；　Pie。〃
　The　anxiety　didn't　go　from　the　mystif　s　face；　so　Gentle　coaxed　its　face　towards　his　and　kissed　it；　first　discreetly；　then　with　an　ardor　it　seemed　reluctant　to　match。　Only　moments　before；　sitting　on　the　bed；　he'd　been　the　tentative　one。　Now　it　was　the　other　way　around。　He　put　his　hand　down　to　its　groin；　hoping　to　distract　it　from　its　sadness　with　caresses。　The　flesh　came　to　meet　his　fingers；　warm　and　fluted；　trickling　into　the　shallow　cup　of　his　palm　a　moisture　his　skin　drank　like　liquor。　He　pressed　deeper；　feeling　the　elaboration　grow　at　his　touch。　There　was　no　hesitation　here；　no　shame　or　sorrow　in　this　flesh；　to　keep　it　from　displaying　its　need；　and　need　had　never　failed　to　arouse　him。　Seeing　it　on　a　woman's　face　was　a　sure　aphrodisiac；　and　it　was　no　less　so　now。
　He　reached　up　from　this　play　to　his　belt；　unbuckling　it　with　one　hand。　But　before　he　could　take　hold　of　his　prick；　which　was　being　painfully　hard；　the　mystif　did　so；　guiding　him　inside　it　with　an　urgency　its　face　still　failed　to　betray。　The　bath　of　its　sex　soothed　his　ache；　immersing　him　balls　and　all。　He　let　out　a　long　sigh　of　pleasure；　his　nerve　endings…starved　of　this　sensation　for　months…rioting。　The　mystif　had　closed　its　eyes；　its　mouth　open。　He　put　his　tongue　hard　between　its　lips；　and　it　responded　with　a　passion　he　had　never　seen　it　manifest　before。　Its　hands　wrapped　around　his　shoulders；　and　in　possession　of　them　both　it　fell　back　against　the　wall；　so　hard　the　breath　went　from　it　into　Gentle's　throat。　He　drew　it　down　into　his　lungs；　inciting　a　hunger　for　more；　which　the　mystif　understood　without　need　of　words；　inhaling　from　the　heated　air　between　them　and　filling　Gentle's　chest　as　though　he　were　a　just…drowned　man　being　pumped　back　to　life。　He　answered　its　gift　with　thrusts；　its　fluids　running　freely　down　the　inside　of　his　thighs。　It　gave　him　another　breath；　and　another。　He　drank　them　all；　eating　the　pleasure　off　its　face　in　the　moments　between；　the　breath　received　as　his　prick　was　given。　In　this　exchange　they　were　both　entered　and　enterer：　a　hint；　perhaps；　of　the　third　way　Pie　had　spoken　of；　the　coupling　between　unfixed　forces　that　could　not　occur　until　his　manhood　had　been　taken　from　him。　Now；　as　he　worked　his　prick　against　the　warmth　of　the　mystif's　sex；　the　thought　of　relinquishing　it　in　pursuit　of　another　sensation　seemed　ludicrous。　There　could　be　nothing　better　than　this；　only　different。
　He　closed　his　eyes；　no　longer　afraid　that　his　imagination　would　put　a　memory；　or　some　invented　perfection；　in　Pie's　place；　only　that　if　he　looked　at　the　mystif's　bliss　too　much　longer　he'd　lose　all　control。　What　his　mind's　eye　pictured；　however；　was　more　potent　still：　the　image　of　them　locked　together　as　they　were；　inside　each　other；　breath　and　prick　swelling　inside　each　other's　skins　until　they　could　swell　no　further。　He　wanted　to　warn　the　mystif　that　he　could　hold　on　no　longer；　but　it　seemed　to　have　that　news　already。　It　grasped　his　hair；　pulling　him　off　its　face；　the　sting　of　it　just　another　spur　now；　and　the　sobs　too；　ing　out　of　them　both。　He　let　his　eyes　open；　wa