Mona stood up, and so did Quinn. Finally I did also. Michael rose out of courtesy, and Rowan remained in her chair, thoughtful, remote.
For a moment it seemed Mona was going to leave without another word, but just as she reached the door, she looked back, and she said to Rowan:
"I don't think you'll see me much anymore. "
"I understand," said Rowan.
"I love you, sweetheart," said Michael.
Mona stopped, her head bowed. She didn't turn around.
"I'll never forget you," she said.
I was stunned. I was caught completely off guard.
Michael's face crumpled as though he'd been hit by a heavy blow. But he said nothing.
"Farewell, my beauteous mortal friends," I said. "You need me, you know how to find me. "
Indescribable expression on Rowan's face as she turned and looked up at me.
And so I realized it. It came over me slowly. It was like a chill.
The cause that had bound us together was no more. It wasn't only Mona's turning away. We had no more reason to come to one another. No more mystery to justify our intimacy. And honor and virtue, of which I'd spoken so surely, demanded we cease to interfere with one another, cease to learn about each other. We couldn't walk the same paths.
The Taltos had been discovered, recovered and would be safe within Mayfair Medical. Lorkyn's speech had been the epilogue.
We had to withdraw.
Why had I not seen it? Why had I not felt the entirety of it? Mona had known last night, and the night before, when she'd stood on the island looking out to sea.
But I had not known. Not known at all.
I turned and followed my companions.
Down we went through the Sacred Mountain of Mayfair Medical in the shining glass elevator and through the wondrous lobby with its mystifying modern sculptures and richly tiled floors, out into the warm air.
Clem ready with the limousine door.
"You sure you wanna go to that part of town?"
"Just drop us off, we're expected. "
Silence in the car as we move steadily on, as if we are not with one another.
We are not Taltos. We are not innocent. We do not belong on God's Holy Mountain. We are not protected and redeemed by those whom we have served. They cannot thank us with grace, can they? They cannot open the doors of the tabernacle.
Give us the underbelly of the city, let us spread out, where the cheapest killers come to us in the wild tangled thickets of the empty lots, ready to sink a blade for a twenty-dollar bill, and the corpses rot for
weeks in the weeds amid the charred wood and the heaps of brick, and I was ravenous.
Rampant moonflower, chimney stack tall as a tree, didn't they make this place for me? Whiff of evil. Crunch of broken boards. Morthadie. Cohorts behind the jagged wall. Whisper in my ear: "Ya'll lookin for a good time?" You couldn't have said it better.
Chapter 29
29
I WOKE with a start. The sun had set a long while ago. I'd been so comfortable in Aunt Queen's bed. I'd even done the strangest thing before retiring. I'd yielded to Jasmine's lectures about my fine linen suit, and hung up all my clothes, and put on a long flannel nightshirt.