“Yes.”
“He looked at me, Belina, as if he wanted me to come help him. He looked to me, pleading with me. He said something to me, but I couldn’t hear what it was.”
Belina kissed her.
“Will Sebastian be as good?”
“Better?”
Wissa squirmed with anxiety. “How long?”
“Tomorrow night.”
“Why not tonight? Now?”
“We don’t want to get it over with so fast. We want to enjoy this killing first- When the joy dies; then Sebastian. Don’t gorge yourself all at once. After Sebastian there will be no one. For a while.”
“You’re pretty in blood,” Wissa said.
Belina caressed her breasts and belly and hips The gypsy’s blood was all over her. She had painted herself with ;t
“You’re prettier,” she told Wissa.
Wissa looked at the crimson film she wore. “Tomorrow night,” she said. “Really?”
“Really.”
The Last and First Night
In his later and more militant writings, the Rogue Saint Eclesian tells us that all the cruelty of man is the responsibility of God. He says: “Although the placement of souls in human bodies is an automatic process, it requires a periodic attention from the deity. When a new God assumes the throne of his father he often forgets this chore. As a result, the soul-giving machines break down and produce soulless men once every generation. These creatures have no scruples nor morals. They prey upon the vast masses of mankind who are good and honest. They steal and kill, cheat and lie, rape and torture. God does not even consider what he has set loose among us by his careless handling of the functions of creation. If he would attend his business properly, we would live in peace and good fellowship, for we are normally gentle men. Is not this enough to make some of you honey-sucking, sated, smug religious men stand and fight? If this cannot raise you from your awful lethargy of middle-class acceptance, then man must abandon all hope of ever ruling his own destiny. If this does not send you to rebellion, if this fails like all my teachings have failed, then my life is a waste, my message no more than an entertaining echo cast from the ledge of a canyon. Goddamn it, move I Move 1”
Eclesian was a wiser man than his contemporaries credited him. His teachings have lived. And so have his predictions, even if they have lived in a manner he might not have foreseen . …
She spent the day in an air-conditioning shaft, in cool darkness and the smell of dust.
She was alone, because she wanted to be. And the others never failed to accede to her wishes.
Now and then the sounds of puppet laughter came to her, carried down hollow tin byways. She was oblivious to that, for the most. More often than not, she was tranced, carried away to distant worlds and other times by the rich visions of the Holistian Pearl.
For a while she had relived some of Pertos Godelhausser’s most interesting adventures. But that was too uncomfortably close to home. The Pearl had sensed this and had carried her farther into the blackness of space, to entirely different intelligent races, on other worlds.
The visions affected her differently than they did most people. She was not inspired by them. She did not see themes and relationships in the broad vista of civilisations she was shown. She had no empathy with the characters of the dreams. She did not share their joy or their tragedy; she did not care at all. Instead, she watched the bright explosions of colors and events the way a dog might sit for a time before a television set: interested in the loveliness, in the action and the excitement of movement, but oblivious to any finer meanings or purpose.
Yet she was so pretty . . . .
The morning of the last day began for Sebastian as all mornings began those days. He rose, uncertain of his whereabouts. He sat on the edge of the bed, cradling his head in his hands, trying to figure out the place and the time. Gradually, he oriented himself. After that, it was a matter of playing out the script of his new life. Routine called for a sonic shower to be followed by a breakfast of eggs and bread at an automat only a block from his apartment. These things went well, leaving him refreshed. His hunger appeased, he had time for curiosity and was free to wander until lunch.