"Get going!" she yelled to Phoebe, glancing towards Zury. He was in no condition to protest Phoebe's departure. He was bent double, puking up blood.
"Come with me!" Phoebe hollered.
"I can't."
' I'You can't go back that way!" Phoebe said. "They'll kill you.
"Not if I'm-2' Tesla-? Raul was yelling.
"Quick. Go on, for God's sake!"
Tessllaa-?
"All right!" she said to him, and pushed Phoebe from her, down towards the shore.
Phoebe went, wading through a swamp of softened rock.
Tesssilaaa "We're going!" Tesla said, and turning from Phoebe started back towards solid ground.
As she did so there was a moment of utter disorientation, as though her sanity suddenly fled her. She halted in midstride-her purpose, her will, her memory-gone from her in a blaze of white pain. There was a blank time when she felt nothing: no pain, no fear, no desire for self-preservation. She simply stood teetering in the midst of the tumult, Lourdes slipping out of her hands, and lost in the tidal ground. Then, as quickly as her wits left her, they returned. Her head ached as it had never ached in her life, and blood ran from her nose, but she had sufficient strength to continue her stumbling journey to safe ground.
There was bad news ahead, however, and it came in four appalling shapes: Gamaliel, Mutep, Bartho, and Swanky.
She had no strength left in her limbs to outrun them. The best she could hope now was that they not execute her on the spot for wounding Zury. As the hammerer closed upon her, she glanced back over her shoulder, looking for Phoebe, and was pleased to see that she had crossed the threshold, and was gone.
"That's something," she thought to Raul. He made no reply. "I'm sorry," she said. "I did my best."
The hammerer was within a stride of her, reaching to seize her arm.
"Don't touch her," somebody said.
She raised her spinning head. The somebody was striding out of the mist, carrying a shotgun. It was pointed past Tesla, towards the wounded Blessedm'n.
"Walk away, Tesla," the shotgun wielder said.
She narrowed her eyes, to better make out the face of her savior.
"D'Amour?"
He gave her a wearily wolfish grin. "None other," he said. "Now, do you want to just walk this way?"
The hammerer still stood within striking distance of Tesla, plainly eager to do her damage. "Move him," D'Amour told Zury. "Or else."
"Bartho," the Blessedm'n said. "Let her pass."
Whining like a frustrated dog, the hammerer stepped out of Tesla's path, and she stumbled down the slope to where D'Amour stood.
"Gamaliel?" Harry said. The black stick-man turned his seared head in D'Amour's direction. "You explain to the Brothers Grimm here that I've got sights on this gun that can see through fog. You understand what I'm telling you?" Gamaliel nodded. "And if any of you move in the next ten minutes I'm going to blow the old fuck's head off. You don't think I can?" He took a bead on Zury. Gamaliel whimpered. "Yeah, you get it," he said. "I can kill him from a long way down the hill with this. A long, long way. Okay?"
It wasn't Gamaliel who spoke, but his obese brother.
"O-key," he said, raising his fat-fingered hands. "No shoot, o-key? We not move. 0-key? You not shoot. 0-key?"
"O-key do-key," D'Amour said. He glanced round at Tesla. "You fit to run?" he whispered.
"I'll do my best."
"Go on then," D'Amour replied, slowly backing away.
Tesla started off down the slope, slowly enough to keep D'Amour in view while he retreated from Zury and the brothers. He kept retreating until he could no longer be seen, then he turned, and raced down to join Tesla.
"We got to make this quick," he said.
"Can you do it?"
"Can I do what?"
"Pick Zury off in the fog?"
"Hell no. But I'm betting they won't risk it. Now let's get going."
It was easier descending than climbing, even though Tesla's head felt as though it were splitting. Within ten minutes the fog ahead of them brightened, and a short while after they stumbled into the bright summer air,
"I don't think we're out of trouble yet," Harry said.
"You think they'll come after us?"
"I'm damn sure they will," he said quickly. "Bartho's probably making crosses for us right now."
The image of Lucien flashed into her head and a sob escaped her. She put her hand to her mouth, to stop another, but tears came anyway, pouring down.
"They're not going to get us," D'Amour said, "I won't let them."
"It's not that," Tesia said.
"What is it then?"
She shook her head. "Later," she said, and turning from him started on down the slope. The tears half-blinded her, and several times she stumbled, but she pushed her exhausted limbs to their limits, until she made the relative safety of the tree line. Even then she only slowed her pace a little, glancing back now and again to be certain she hadn't lost D'Amour.
At last, with both of them gasping so hard they could barely speak, the trees began to thin out, and a mingling of sounds came drifting up towards them. The rush of Unger's Creek was one. The murmuring roar of the crowd was another. And the thump and blare of the town band as it led the parade through the streets of Everville was a third. "It's not quite Mozart," Tesla thought to Raul. "Sorry." Her tenant didn't reply.
"Raul?" she said, this time aloud.
"Something wrong?" D'Amour wanted to know.
She hushed him with a look, and turned her attention inward again.
"Raul-?" she said. Again, there was no answer. Concerned now, she closed her eyes and went looking for him. Two or three times during her travels he had hidden from her in this fashion, out of anger or anxiety, and she'd been obliged to coax him out. She took her thoughts to the divide between his territory and hers, calling his name as she went. There was still no response.
A sickening suspicion rose up in her.
"Answer me, Raul," she said. She was again met with silence, so she crossed over into the space he occupied.
She knew the instant she did so that he'd gone. When she'd trespassed here on previous occasions his presence had been all-pervasive, even when she hadn't been able to make him speak to her. She'd felt his essence, as somet ing utterly unlike her, occupying a space which most people lived and died believing theirs and only theirs: Their minds. Now there was nothing. No challenge, no complaint, no wit, no sob.
"What's wrong?" D'Amour said, studying her face.
"Raul," she said. "He's gone."
She knew when it had happened. That moment of agony and temporary madness at the threshold had marked his departure, her mind convulsing as he was ripped out of it.
She opened her eyes. The world around her-the trees, the sky, D'Amour, the sound of creek and crowd and band EVERV"ILLE 377 were almost overwhelming after the emptiness where Raul had been.
"Are you sure?" D'Amour said.
"I'm sure."
"Where the hell did he go?"
She shook her head. "He warned me, when we were close to the shore. He said he was losing his grip. I thought he meant-"
"He was going crazy?"
"Yes." She growled at her own stupidity. "Christ! I let him go. How could I have let that happen?"
"Don't beat yourself up because you didn't think of everything. Only God thinks of everything."
"Don't get Christian on me," Tesla said, her voice thick. "That's the last fucking thing I want right now."