Apparently, Parish enjoyed finding other uses for the power with which he had deflected and then redirected speeding bullets.
The great house stood on ten wooded acres, fenced against the uninvited, and the trees guaranteed seclusion. Even from far across the lake, with binoculars trained on the candles, no curious soul would quite know what he was seeing. The lark seemed worth the risk.
As though he himself were drifting a fraction of an inch off the dock planks, Ling led them through the lambent candlelight, under the levitated tapers, along the dock and down the gangway. The sound made by water lapping at the pilings might almost have been music.
Ling gave no indication that he found the levitating candles to be remarkable. By all appearances, nothing could disturb either his mental calm or his balletic equilibrium. Evidently, his discretion and his loyalty to his employer were beyond question, to a degree that seemed almost supernatural.
This, too, was as it should be.
At the bottom of the gangway, in the slip, rested a forty-five-foot cabin cruiser from an age when pleasure boats were not made from plastic, aluminum, and fiberglass. White painted wood, decks and trim of polished mahogany, and bracelets and necklaces of sparkling brass brightwork made this not merely a cabin cruiser, but a vessel that had sailed out of a dream.
When all were aboard, the candles on the dock were extinguished one by one and allowed to drop to the planking.
Parish piloted the boat out of the slip and into the lake. The waters would have been everywhere as black as aniline if the generous moon had not scattered silver coins across the wavelets. He dropped anchor far from shore, relying on the amber-paned ship’s lanterns to warn other night travelers of their presence.
The spacious afterdeck of the cruiser allowed a table for four and sufficient room for Ling to serve a candlelight dinner. The wild-mushroom ravioli, as an appetizer, were nicely square. On the entree plate, the zucchini had been cubed before it had been sauteed; the serving of potato-onion casserole was presented in a neat block; and the medallions of veal had been thoughtfully trimmed into squares not merely for Shepherd, but for everyone, so as to ensure that the young Mr. O’Conner would not feel that he had in any way been set apart from his companions.
Nevertheless, Ling stood ready in the galley to make a grilled-cheese sandwich if necessary.
Every course proved to be delicious. The accompanying Cabernet Sauvignon rated exceptional by any standard. The cold glass of Coke without ice cubes satisfied as fully as could any cold glass of Coke in the world. And the conversation, of course, was fascinating, even though Shepherd limited most of his contributions to one or two words and made excessive use of the adjective tasty.
‘You will have a wing of the house for your own,’ Parish said. ‘And in time, if you’d like, a second house can be constructed on the property.’
‘You’re very generous,’ Jilly said.
‘Nonsense. My radio program is a money cow. I’ve never married, have no children. Of course, you’ll have to live here secretly. Your whereabouts must never be known. The media, authorities, the whole of humanity would hound you ceaselessly, more and more as the years go by. I may have to make a couple staff changes to ensure our secret will be kept, but Ling has brothers, sisters.’
‘Funny,’ Dylan said, ‘how we sit here planning, on the same page from the start. We all know what must be done and how.’
‘We’re of different generations,’ Jilly said, ‘but we’re all children of the same culture. We’re marinated in the same mythology.’
‘Exactly,’ said Parish. ‘Now, next week I’ll change my will to make all of you my heirs, though this will have to be done through Swiss attorneys and a chain of offshore accounts, with ID numbers rather than names. Your names are already too well known nationally, and in the years ahead, you’ll be ever more famous. Should anything happen to me, or to any of us, the others can go on without tax or financial problems.’
Putting down his knife and fork, clearly moved by their host’s easy generosity, Dylan said, ‘There aren’t words to properly thank you for all this. You are… an exceptional man.’