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           Heimaginedthousandsonthousandsoffacespeeringintoyards,intoalleys,andintothesky, faceshidbycurtains,pale,night-frightenedfaces,likegreyanimalspeeringfromelectriccaves, faceswithgreycolourlesseyes,greytonguesandgreythoughtslookingoutthroughthenumbfleshoftheface. 

           Buthewasattheriver. 

           Hetouchedit,justtobesureitwasreal. Hewadedinandstrippedindarknesstotheskin,splashedhisbody, arms,legs,andheadwithrawliquor;drankitandsnuffedsomeuphisnose. ThenhedressedinFaber’soldclothesandshoes. Hetossedhisownclothingintotheriverandwatcheditsweptaway. Then,holdingthesuitcase,hewalkedoutintheriveruntiltherewasnobottom andhewassweptawayinthedark. 

           HewasthreehundredyardsdownstreamwhentheHoundreachedtheriver. Overheadthegreatracketingfansofthehelicoptershovered. AstormoflightfellupontheriverandMontagdivedunderthegreatillumination asifthesunhadbrokentheclouds. Hefelttheriverpullhimfurtheronitsway,intodarkness. Thenthelightsswitchedbacktotheland,thehelicoptersswervedoverthecityagain,asiftheyhadpickedupanothertrail. Theyweregone.TheHoundwasgone. NowtherewasonlythecoldriverandMontagfloatinginasuddenpeacefulness, awayfromthecityandthelightsandthechase,awayfromeverything. 

           Hefeltasifhehadleftastagebehindandmanyactors. Hefeltasifhehadleftthegreatseanceandallthemurmuringghosts. Hewasmovingfromanunrealitythatwasfrighteningintoareality thatwasunrealbecauseitwasnew. 

           Theblacklandslidbyandhewasgoingintothecountryamongthehills: Forthefirsttimeinadozenyearsthestarswerecomingoutabovehim, ingreatprocessionsofwheelingfire.