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his eyes； to roll over and put his arms around Pie 'oh' pah； to kiss the mystif's cheek and share this vision with it。 But his thoughts were too confounded to take hold of wakefulness long enough for him to rouse himself； and he dared not He down in the snow in case a dreamed death came to him before morning woke him。 All he could do was push himself on； weaker by the step； putting out of his head the possibility that he'd lost his way and that the camp didn't lie ahead but off in another direction entirely。
He was looking down at his feet when he heard the shout； and his first instinct was to peer up into the snow above him； expecting one of the Unbeheld's creatures。 But before his eyes reached his zenith they found the shape approaching him from his left。 He stopped and studied the figure。 It was shaggy and hooded； but its arms were outspread in invitation。 He didn't waste what little energy he had calling Pie's name。 He simply changed his direction and headed towards the mystif as it came to meet him。 It was the faster of the two； and as it came it shrugged off its coat and held it open； so that he fell into its luxury。 He couldn't feel it； indeed he could feel little； except relief。 Borne up by the mystif he let all conscious thought go； the rest of the journey being a blur of snow and snow； and Pie's voice sometimes； at his side； telling him that it would
be over soon。
〃Am I awake？〃 He opened his eyes and sat up； grasping hold of Pie's coat to do so。 〃Am I awake？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Thank God！ Thank God！ I thought I was going to
freeze to death。〃
He let his head sink back。 The fire was burning； fed with fur； and he could feel its warmth on his face and body。 It took a few seconds to realize the significance of this。 Then he sat up again and realized he was naked； naked and covered with cuts。
〃I'm not awake；〃 he said。 〃Shit！ I'm not awake！〃
Pie took the pot of herders' brew from the fire； and
poured a cup。
〃You didn't dream it；〃 the mystif said。 It handed the cup over to Gentle。 〃You went to the glacier； and you almost didn't make it back。〃
Gentle took the cup in raw fingers。 〃I must have been out of my mind；〃 he said。 〃I remember thinking： I'm dreaming this； then taking off my coat and my clothes 。 。 。 why the hell did I do that？〃
He could still recall struggling through the snow and reaching the glacier。 He remembered pain； and splintering ice； but the rest had receded so far he couldn't grasp it。 Pie read his perplexed look。
〃Don't try and remember now；〃 the mystif said。 〃It'll e back when the moment's right。 Push too hard and you'll break your heart。 You should sleep for a while。〃
〃I don't fancy sleeping；〃 he said。 〃It's a little too much
like dying。〃
〃I'll be here；〃 Pie told him。 〃Your body needs rest。 Let it do what it needs to do。〃
The mystif had been wanning Gentle's shirt in front of the fire； and now helped him put it on； a delicate business。 Gentle's joints were already stiffening。 He pulled on his trousers without Pie's help； however； up over limbs that were a mass of bruises and abrasions。
〃Whatever I did out there I certainly made a mess of myself；〃 he remarked。
〃You heal quickly；〃 Pie said。 This was true； though Gentle couldn't remember sharing that information with the mystif。 〃Lie down。 I'll wake you when it's light。〃
Gentle put his head on the small heap of hides Pie had made as a pillow and let the mystif pull his coat up over him。
〃Dream of sleeping；〃 Pie said； laying a hand on Gentle's face。 〃And wake whole。〃
When Pie shook him awake； what seemed mere minutes later； the sky visible between the rock faces was still dark； but it was the gloom of snow…bearing cloud rather than the purple black of a Jokalaylaurian night。 He sat up feeling wretched； aching in every bone。
〃I'd kill for coffee；〃 he said； resisting the urge to torture his joints by stretching。 〃And warm pain au chocolat〃
〃If they don't have it in Yzordderrex； we'll invent it；〃 Pie said。
〃Did you brew up？〃
〃There's nothing left to burn。〃
〃And what's the weather like？〃
〃Don't ask。〃
〃That bad？〃
〃We should get a move on。 The thicker the snow gets； the more difficult it'll be to find the pass。〃
They roused the doeki； which made plain its disgruntle…ment at having to breakfast on words of encouragement rather than hay； and； with the meat Pie had prepared the day before loaded； left the shelter of the rock and headed out into the snow。 There had been a short debate before they left as to whether they should ride or not； Pie insisting that Gentle should do so； given his present delicacy； but he'd argued that they might need the doeki's strength to carry them both if they got into worse difficulties； and they should preserve such energies as it still possessed for such an emergency。 But he soon began to stumble in snow that was waist high in places； his body； though somewhat healed by sleep； not equal to the demands upon it。
〃We'll go more quickly if you ride；〃 Pie told him。
He needed little persuasion and mounted the doeki； his fatigue such that he could barely sit upright with the wind so strong； and instead slumped against the beast's neck。 He only occasionally raised himself from that posture； and when he did the scene had scarcely changed。
〃Shouldn't we be in the pass by now？〃 he murmured to Pie at one point； and the look on the mystif s face was answer enough。 They were lost。 Gentle pushed himself into an upright position and； squinting against the gale； looked for some sign of shelter； however small。 The world was white in every direction but for them； and even they were being steadily erased as ice clogged the fur of their coats and the snow they were trudging through deepened。 Until now； however arduous the journey had bee； he hadn't countenanced the possibility of failure。 He'd been his own best convert to the gospel of their indestructibility。 But now such confidence seemed self…deception。 The white world would strip all color from them； to get to the purity of their bones。
He reached to take hold of Pie's shoulder； but misjudged the distance and slid from the doeki's back。 Relieved of its burden the beast slumped； its front legs buckling。 Had Pie not been swift and pulled Gentle out of harm's way； he might have been crushed beneath the creature's bulk。 Hauling back his hood and swiping the snow from the back of his neck； he got to his feet and found Pie's exhausted gaze there to meet him。
〃I thought I was leading us right；〃 the mystif said。
〃Of course you did。〃
〃But we've missed the pass somehow。 The slope's getting steeper。 I don't know where the fuck we are； Gentle。〃
〃In trouble is where we are； and too tired to think our way out of it。 We have to rest。〃
〃Where？〃
〃Here；〃 Gentle said。 〃This blizzard can't go on forever。 There's only so much snow in the sky； and most of it's already fallen； right？ Right？ So if we can just hold on till the storm's over； and we can see where we are…〃
〃Suppose by that time it's night again？ We'll freeze； my friend。〃
〃Do we have any other choice？〃 Gentle said。 〃If we go on we'll kill the beast and probably ourselves。 We could march right over a gorge and never know it。 But if we stay here。 。