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Chapter 63

           Inside,onabedofgreenbaize,layabrand-newrevolver,aSmith&Wesson.Ipickeditupandbrokeit.Ilookedatthebasesofsixbullets,littleroundsofbrasswithleadgrayeyes.Theinvitationwasclear.Ishookoneout.Theywerenotblanks.Ipointedthegunouttosea,tothenorth,andpulledthetrigger.Thecrackmademyearsringandthehugebrownandwhiteswiftsthatslittheirwayacrosstheblueskyabovemyheadjinkedwildly.Conchis’slastjoke.Iclimbedahundredyardsorsotothetopofthehill.Notfartothenorthwasaruinedcurtainwall,thelastofsomeVenetianorOttomanfortification.FromitIcouldseetenorfifteenmilesofcoastlinetothenorth.Alongwhitebeach,avillagetwelvemilesaway,oneortwowhitescatteredhousesorchapels,andbeyondthemamassivelyrisingmountain,whichIknewmustbeMountParnon,visibleoncleardaysfromBourani.Phraxoslayaboutthirtymilesawayovertheseatothenortheast.Ilookeddown.Theplateaufellawayinasheercliffsevenoreighthundredfeetdowntoanarrowstripofshingle;ajade-greenribbonwheretheangryseatouchedland,andthenwhitehorses,deepblue.Standingontheoldbastion,Ifiredtheremainingfivebulletsouttosea.Iaimedatnothing.Itwasafeudejoie,arefusaltodie.Whenthefifthcrackhadsounded,Itookthegunbythebuttandsentitwhirlingoutintothesky.Itparaboled,poised,thenfellslowly,slowly,downthroughtheabyssofair;andbylyingflatattheverybrinkIevensawitcrashamongtherocksatthesea’sedge.

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