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Jude listened； but distractedly； her mind more occupied by the opulence of the chamber and what it revealed about her twin。 It seemed she shared a face with a woman of some significance； a possessor of power； now dispossessed； and planning to break the bonds set upon her。 Romance seemed to be her reason。 There was a man in the city below with whom she desperately wanted to be reunited； a lover who sent angels to whisper sweet nothings in her ear。 What kind of man？ she wondered。 A Maestro； perhaps； a wielder of magic？
Having studied the city for a time； Quaisoir left the window and went through to her dressing room。
〃I mustn't go to Him like this；〃 she said； starting to undress。 〃That would be shameful。〃
The woman caught sight of herself in one of the mirrors and sat down in front of it； peering at her reflection with distaste。 Her tears had made mud of the kohl around her eyes； and her cheeks and neck were blotchy。 She took a piece of linen from the dressing table； sprinkled some fragrant oil upon it； and began to roughly clean her face。
〃I'll go to Him naked；〃 she said； smiling in anticipation of that pleasure。 〃He'll prefer rne that way。〃
This mystery lover intrigued Jude more and more。 Hearing her own voice musky with talk of nakedness； she was tantalized。 Would it not be a fine thing to see the consummation？ The idea of watching herself couple with some Yzordderrexian Maestro had not been among the wonderments she'd anticipated discovering in this city； but the notion carried an erotic frisson she could not deny herself。 She studied the reflection of her reflection。 Though there were a few cosmetic differences； the essentials were hers； to the last nick and mole。 This was no approximation of her face； but the thing exactly； which fact strangely excited her。 She had to find a way to speak with this woman tonight。 Even if their twinning was simply a freak of nature； they would surely be able to illuminate each other's lives with an exchange of histories。 All she needed was a clue from her doppelganger as to where in the city she intended to go looking for her Maestro lover。
With her face cleansed； Quaisoir got up from in front of the mirror and went back into the bedroom。 Concupis…centia was sitting by the window。 Quaisoir waited until she was within inches of her servant before she spoke； and even then her words were barely audible。
〃We'll need a knife；〃 she said。
The creature shook her head。 〃They tookat em all；〃 she said。 〃You seem how ey lookat and iookat。〃
〃Then we must make one；〃 Quaisoir replied。 〃Seidux will try to oppose our leaving。〃
〃You wishat to kill em？〃
〃Yes； I do。〃
This talk chilled Jude。 Though Seidux had retreated before Quaisoir when she'd threatened to cry rape； Jude doubted that he'd be so passive if challenged physically。 Indeed； what more perfect excuse would he need to regain his dominance than her ing at him with a knife？ If she'd had the means； she would have been Clara's mouthpiece now and echoed her sentiments on man the desola…tor； in the hope of keeping Quaisoir from harm。 It would be an unbearable irony to lose this woman now； having found her way （surely not by accident； though at present it seemed so） across half the Imajica into her very chamber。
〃I cet shapas te knife；〃 Concupiscentia was saying。
〃Then do it；〃 Quaisoir replied； leaning still closer to her fellow conspirator。
Jude missed the next exchange； because somebody called her name。 Startled； she looked around the room； but before she'd half scanned it she recognized the voice。 It was Hoi…Polloi； and she was rousing the sleeper after the storm。
〃Papa's here！〃 Jude heard her say。 〃Wake up； Papa's here！〃
There was no time to bid farewell to the scene。 It was there in front of her one moment； and replaced the next with the face of Peccable's daughter； leaning to shake her awake。
〃Papa…〃 she said again。
〃Yes； all right；〃 Jude said brusquely； hoping the girl would leave without further exchanges ing between her and the sights sleep had brought。 She knew she had scant moments to drag the dream into wakefuiness with her； or it would subside and the details bee hazy the deeper it sank。
She was in luck。 Hoi…Polloi hurried back down to her father's side； leaving Jude to recite aloud all she'd seen and heard。 Quaisoir and her servant Concupiscentia； Seidux and the plot against him。 And the lover； of course。 She shouldn't forget the lover； who was presumably somewhere in the city even now； pining for his mistress who was locked up in her gilded prison。 With these facts fixed in her head； she ventured first to the bathroom； then down to meet Peccable。
Well dressed and better fed； Peccable had a face upon which his present ire sat badly。 He looked slightly absurd in his fury； his features too round and his mouth too small for the rhetoric they were producing。 Introductions were made； but there was no time for pleasantries。 Peccable's fury needed venting； and he seemed not to care much who his audience was； as long as they sympathized。 He had reason for fury。 His warehouse near the harbor had been burned to the ground； and he himself had only narrowly escaped death at the hands of a mob that had already taken over three of the Kesparates and declared them independent city…states； thereby issuing a challenge to the Autarch。 So far； he said； the palace had done little。 Small contingents of troops had been dispatched to the Caramess； to the Oke T'Noon； and the seven Kesparates on the other side of the hill； to suppress any sign of uprisings there。 But no offensive had been launched against the insurgents who had taken the harbor。
〃They're nothing more than rabble；〃 the merchant said。 〃They've no care for property or person。 Indiscriminate destruction； that's all they're good for！ I'm no great lover of the Autarch； but he's got to be the voice of decent people like me in times like this！ I should have sold my business a year ago。 I talked with Oscar about it。 We planned to move away from this wretched city。 But I hung on and hung on； because I believe in people。 That's my mistake；〃 he said； throwing his eyes up to the ceiling like a man martyred by his own decency。 〃I have too much faith。〃 He looked at Hoi…Polloi。 〃Don't I？〃
〃You do； Papa； you do。〃
〃Well； not any more。 You go and pack our belongings； sweet。 We're getting out tonight。〃
〃What about the house？〃 Dowd said。 〃And all the collectibles downstairs？〃
Peccable cast a glance at Hoi…Polloi。 〃Why don't you start packing now？〃 he said； clearly unfortable with the idea of debating his black market activities in front of his daughter。
He cast a similar glance at Jude； but she pretended not to prehend its significance and remained seated。 He began to talk anyway。
〃When we leave this house we leave it forever；〃 he said。 〃There'll be nothing left to e back to； I'm convinced of that。〃 The outraged bourgeois of minutes before； appealing for civil stability； was now replaced by an apocalyptic。 〃It was bound to happen sooner or later。 They couldn't control the cults in perpetuity。〃 〃They？〃 said Jude。 〃The Autarch。 And Quaisoir。〃
The sound of the name was like a blow to her heart。 〃Quaisoir？〃 she said。
〃His wife。 The consort