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arted to edge along to her left。
No you don't； the room whispered。
〃Try stopping me。〃 Nowhere to go； it spat back； just round and round。 You've always gone round and round； haven't you？ Weak； lazy； ridiculous woman。
〃You call me ridiculous。 You。 A talking fog。〃 The wall she was moving steadily along seemed to stretch on and on。 After half a dozen paces she began to doubt the theory she was testing。 Perhaps this was a manipulable space after all。 Perhaps she was moving away from Marty along some new Wall of China。 But she clung to the cold surface as tenaciously as a climber to a sheer cliff。 If necessary she would make her way around the entire room until she found the door； Marty； or both。
Pure cunt； the room said。 That's all you are。 Can't even find your way out of a little maze like this。 Better just lie down and take what's ing to you； the way good cunts should。
Did she sense a note of desperation in this fresh assault？
Despair？ said the room。 I thrive on it。 Cunt。
She had reached a corner of the room。 Now she turned along the next wall。
No you don't； said the room。
Yes I do； she thought。
I wouldn't go that way。 Oh； no。 Really I wouldn't。 The Razor…Eater's up here with you。 Can't you hear him？ He's just a few inches ahead of you。 No； don't！ Oh； please don't！ I hate the smell of blood。
Pure histrionics； that was all it could muster。 The more the room panicked； the more her spirits rose。
Stop！ For your own sake！ Stop！
Even as it shouted in her head her hands found the window。 This was what it was so frightened she'd discover。
CUNT！ it shrieked。 You'll be sorry。 I promise you。 Oh； yes。
There were no curtains or shutters； the window had been entirely boarded up so that nothing could spoil this perfect nullity。 Her fingers scrabbled for purchase on one of the planks： it was time she let some outside world in。 The wood had been very firmly nailed in place； however。 Though she tugged； there was little or no give。
〃Shift； damn you！〃 The plank creaked； splinters sprang off it。 〃Yes；〃 she coaxed； 〃here we are。〃 Light； a fractured； all…too…uncertain thread of it； filtered between the planks。 〃e on；〃 she cajoled； pulling harder。 The top joints of her fingers were bent back in her effort to wrest the wood from its place； but the thread of light had now widened to a beam。 It fell on her； and through a veil of dirty air she began to make out the shape of her own hands。
It wasn't daylight that spilled between the planks。 Just the glimmer of streetlamps and car headlights； of starlight perhaps； of televisions blazing in a dozen houses along Caliban Street。 It was sufficient； though。 With every inch the gap increased； more certainty invaded the room； edge and substance。
Elsewhere in the room； Marty too felt the light。 It irritated him； like someone throwing open spring…morning curtains on a dying man。 He crabbed his way across the floor； trying to bury himself in the fog before it dispersed； seeking out the reassuring voice that would tell him nothing was essential。 But it had gone。 He was deserted； and the light was falling in broader and yet broader strokes。 He could see a woman outlined against the window。 She had wrenched off one plank and thrown it down。 Now she was pulling at a second。 〃e to Mama；〃 she was saying； and the light came； defining her within ever more nauseating detail。 He wanted none of it； it was a burden； this being business。 He exhaled a little whistle of pain and exasperation。
She turned to him。 〃There you are；〃 she said； crossing to him and pulling him to his feet。 〃We've got to be quick。〃 Marty was staring at the room； which was now revealed in all its banality。 A mattress on the floor； an upturned porcelain cup； beside it； a water jug。
〃Wake up；〃 Carys said； shaking him。
No need to go； he thought； nothing to lose if I stay here and the gray es again。
〃For Christ's sake； Marty！〃 she yelled at him。 From below came the sound of wood shrieking。 He's ing； ready or not； she thought。
〃Marty；〃 she shouted at him。 〃Can you hear？ It's Breer。〃 The name awoke horrors。 A cold girl； sitting at her table laid with her own meat。 His terrible； unspeakable joke。 The image slapped the fog from Marty's head。 The thing that had performed that horror was downstairs； he remembered now； all too well。 He looked at Carys with clear； if tearful； eyes。
〃What happened？〃 〃No time；〃 she said。
He limped after her toward the door。 She was still carrying one of the planks she'd pulled from the window； its nails still in place。 The noise from below mounted still； the din of unhinged door and mind。
The pain in Marty's torn leg； which the room had so skillfully dulled； now raged up again。 He needed support from Carys to make his way down the first flight of stairs。 They made the descent together； his hand； bloody from touching the wound； marking their passage on the wall。
Halfway down the second flight of stairs； the cacophony from the cellar stopped。
They stood still； waiting for Breer's next move。 From below there came a thin creak as the Razor…Eater pushed the cellar door wide。 Other than the dim light from the kitchen； which had several corners to round before it reached the hallway； there was nothing to illuminate the scene。 Hunter and prey； both camouflaged by darkness； hung on to this tenuous moment； neither knowing if the next would bring catastrophe。 Carys left Marty behind and slipped down the remaining steps to the bottom of the stairs。 Her feet were all but silent on the carpetless stairs； but after the sense deprivation of Mamoulian's room Marty heard her every heartbeat。
Nothing moved in the hallway； she beckoned Marty down after her。 The passageway was still； and apparently empty。 Breer was near； she knew： but where？ He was large and cumbersome： hiding places would be difficult to find。 Perhaps； she prayed； he hadn't escaped after all； merely given up； exhausted。 She stepped forward。
Without warning； the Razor…Eater emerged from the door of the front room； roaring。 The carving knife descended in a swooping stroke。 She succeeded in sidestepping the blow； but in doing so all but lost her balance。 It was Marty's hand that caught her arm； and dragged her out of the way of Breer's second slash。 The force of the Razor…Eater's charge propelled him past her。 He slammed against the front door； the glass rattled。
〃Out！〃 Marty said； seeing the way clear along the passage。 But this time Carys had no intention of running。 There was a time for running and a time for confrontation； she might never have another opportunity to thank Breer for his many humiliations。 She shrugged Marty's hold off and took the wooden club she still carried in a two…handed grasp。
The Razor…Eater had righted himself； the knife still in his hand； and now he took a raging step toward her。 She preempted his attack； however。 She raised the plank and ran at him； delivering a blow to the side of his head。 His neck； already fractured by his fall； snapped。 The nails in the plank pierced his skull； and she was obliged to relinquish her weapon； leaving it fixed like a fifth limb to the side of Breer's head。 He fell to his knees。 Hi