![]() He aimed the bow to strike into the yacht's engine room just aft of the main dining salon. In the pilothouse, Gunn was planning his moves in sequence. They had no choice but to brave the rockfall. ![]() The cracks underfoot were already a foot wide and widening, the hovering monolith above them shuddering as if it was about to give up the effort of suspension and drop. What was it doing? Destroying itself, or shedding skins to uncover its core? Whichever, their place in the shadow was more precarious by the second. There were vast shards of the Pivot itself in this hail. It wasn't simply blocks of the tower that were falling now, Gentle saw. She left Gentle's side and crossed to the edge of their shelter, but before she could make a dash for the open door a new fall of rubble and dust obliterated the way ahead. You get in file, John, get in file, the sergeant answered. A signal gun sounded, a blank charge of powder blasting into the hot, early afternoon air, and to Sharpe the sound was utterly familiar, while, to his men, it was an awesome reminder of what might face them in Spain and France. They could hear the bands behind them and, sometimes, a cheer that would grow, swell, and fade on the breeze. Moxey had gone pale.I ain't going to leave my horse. `You gave m your immortal kiss,' she said, though not to me, but to herself. `I was mortal b you,' she said, and when I lifted my eyes I saw he smiling but the softness on her lips was evanescent and in a moment she was looking past me like some one listening for faint, important music. Lover.' I remember holding her and burying my head in her small chest, crushing her bird-shoulders, her small hands working into my hair, soothing me, holding me. `Is this the aroma of mortal child?' she whispered. She slipped off the high, rounded damask cushion an came towards me, covered with the scent of flower. An then, when it was finished and I was sitting there, staring again at that wretched skull and listening to the soft slithering of the petals of the flowers on her dress and feeling a dull misery in my limbs and mind, she said to me, `I don't despise you!' I wakened. She asked no questions and only occasionally looked up from her flowers. I told her of myself as I've told you, of how Lestat came to me and what went on the night he carried her from the little hospital. For all the rest was nothing compared to that old secret, that I had claimed her life. And when I heard her ask me in a low voice if I would tell her all I knew, I did this gladly. I was so relieved to see her there that I would have done anything, said anything. I found her by the empty hearth, picking the small blossoms from a long stem of lavender. `Locked together in hatred,' she said to me calmly afterwards. And into the machinery of their justice I will fall. I will show contempt for the ways of others, for their rituals and their laws. 'I will succeed in offending everyone, the traditional Hebrews, the callous Romans, everyone will be offended by the blinding message of pure love and what love demands of humans. Yes, decidedly, the little man was clever. I would never have dreamt of suspecting the doctor, had not Poirot put it into my head. In spite of myself, my opinion of his sagacity was immeasurably heightened.
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