Волхв

Chapter 52

           Iturnedtoglanceatherphotobythewindow,andrealizedthatitwasn’tthere;oranywhereelseintheroom.Ithadn’tjustbeenmoved,butremoved.Thesmallmutednotesoftheclavichordbarelyfilledtheroom.Itwasclipped,fluttering,withwhimperingvibratos,remotelyplangent.HeplayedaseriesoflittleElizabethanalmansandvoltas.ThenaBach-likegigue.Finally,asmallsetofvariations;eachvariationendedinthesamechantingsilverychorus.Hecametoanendandlookedroundatme."Ilikedthatlastone."Withoutawordheplayedthechorusagain."Byrd.Butthetuneismucholder.ItiscalledRosasolis.TheEnglisharcherssangitatAgincourt."Heshuttheclavichord,andturnedwithasmilethatwasofdismissal;onceagainmanipulatingmyexitsandentries."Nicholas,Ihavemuchtoattendto.Imustaskyoutoleavemeinpeaceforanhourorso."Istoodup."Nowork?""Youwishtowork?""No.""Thenwewillmeetforouzo."Ithoughtthatperhapshewantedmetogooutofdoors,thatJuliewouldbewaitingthere.SoIwentdown.InthemusicroomIsawthattheotherphotoofLilyhadalsodisappeared.Istrolledidlyallroundthedomaine,inthewindlessair;Iwaitedinallthelikelyplaces;Ikeptonturning,lookingbackwards,sideways,listening.Butthelandscapeseemeddead.Nothingandnooneappeared.Thetheatrewasempty;and,likeallemptytheatres,itbecameintheendfrightening.Wesilentlytoastedeachother,acrossthelamplittablewiththeouzoandtheolives,underthecolonnade.

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