"Misrix," I said, turning quickly.
"What have you done, Cley?"
I held the core of the fruit out to him, and said, "You see, the story isn't over yet."
He shook his head sadly and took the core out of my hand. "I have the chairs ready," he said, bringing the remains of the fruit to his nose. He breathed deeply.
"That's Paradise," I said.
Back in Below's room, we sat in our respective chairs. Misrix had been kind enough to also bring me a foot bench, so that I would be comfortable. The demon sat next to Below, within arm's reach of the Master's head. I sat last in line, in the shadows, waiting to feel the effects of the fruit of Paradise. There was no sensation except fear.
"Sit back and close your eyes, Cley," he said.
I took a last look at him in the wavering candlelight, and he smiled at me, but this did little to relieve the doubt I was feeling. I finally closed my eyes and rested back in the chair, putting my feet up.
"You will feel my hand upon your head," said Misrix, "and then you will feel the dreaming wind you spoke of. If all goes well, you will go where I direct you."
I pictured him laying one of his enormous hands upon Below's bald scalp. Then I felt him drape one gently over my own head.
"Think of it this way, Cley. To decipher the symbols, you need only read the Physiognomy of Father's memory," he said. "Hold on tight. While you were eating the fruit, I indulged in the beauty." His laughter became a strong breeze behind my eyes, which grew into a twister of dreams that lifted upward, taking me with it.
I found myself draped across the demon's arms, flying through a starlit sky. It was freezing cold but everything was perfectly clear.
"Look, Cley," he said, "we are passing over the Beyond."
"Am I in your memory now?" I asked, looking down. We passed low over the top of the forest, and it seemed to stretch forever in all directions. An occasional scream vaulted up from beneath the trees, barely audible above the constant beating of his wings.
"Yes," he said.
We flew on through the night for quite some time, and I was just becoming accustomed to the strange experience when I heard Misrix groan. His face was quite close to mine, and I could hear that his breathing had become labored.
"Cley," he said.
"Are you all right?" I asked, feeling his grip on my legs loosen slightly.
"I'm having a bad reaction to the beauty."
With this, he began to shiver and suddenly moved the arm behind my back to clutch at his chest. I reached up and grabbed on to his right horn like a stirrup.
"Let go of me," he yelled. "I can't see."
"Do you have me?" I asked.
"Yes," he said, and although his grip was again firm, I could tell that we were losing altitude. *
"I've got to land," he said.
"In the forest?" I asked.
"We'll head for the Palishize."
By the time the dripping mounds of the ancient city came into view, the demon's hooves were clipping branches from the tops of trees. I caught only a glimpse of the ocean beneath a newly risen moon, before he dived through a clearing and landed at the entrance to a place I had visited in my dreams.
Misrix had his arms wrapped around himself, fangs chattering like icicles. "It was foolish to have taken the beauty before attempting this," he said.
"I have practiced such foolishness," I said, distracted by the height of the crude mud walls that surrounded the city.
"Cley, you've got to wait in there for me," he said.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"I'm going to leave you in my memory here for a short time, while I return and have a cup of shudder to offset the beauty."
"Out of the question," I said.
"You'll be safer in there," he said, pointing through the entrance. "I'll hurry."
"It's dark out," I said.
"Go, quickly," he said, still pointing, "there are demons about."
I stared down the shell-cobbled path that led inside and split around the melting sand castles. The moon revealed peaks riddled with crude openings. When I turned back, Misrix was gone.
The Palishize was deathly quiet, even the wind made no sound there. I ran as lightly as I could, for each footfall echoed like a gunshot. I did not want to get lost in the winding maze of the structures, but I wanted less for the demons to find me.
When I had to stop running, I chose one of the holes punched as if by a giant finger into the base of the closest mound. Inside the shadows of the tunnel, I felt somewhat safer. As soon as my breathing returned to normal, I began listening.
I don't think I moved for a full five minutes, but then I heard a sound in the distance, and my head turned sharply to the right. It was the merest echo of a footstep. This was followed by another and another, each growing more distinct as did the beating of my heart. Then a voice shouted something. I moved closer to the opening in order to hear more clearly. "Perhaps, it is Misrix," I thought.
"Cley," the voice called, but I knew it wasn't the demon.
A shadowy figure strode in front of the opening where I hid, and I moved back farther into the dark. From his outline, I could tell he was wearing a broad-brimmed hat. He turned in a way that told me he knew I was in the tunnel.
"Cley, I know you are in there. Come out and say hello to an old friend."
Though I could not place it, the voice was familiar to me. I walked forward and stepped clear of the opening.
"Come here, Cley. It's good to see you," he said.
"Who are you?" I asked, trying to catch a glimpse of the face.
"It's me, Bataldo," he said.
It was Bataldo's voice, and I remembered that he would sometimes wear a broad-brimmed hat. "Is it really you?" I asked.
He took a step forward, and now I could see that it was the rotund Mayor of Anamasobia, himself, smiling fruitlessly as always. I walked cautiously toward him, and he laughed and put his hand out to shake.
"How have you been, Cley?" he asked.
"I'm well," I said.
"I heard you would be coming, so I crawled out of my hole and came by to visit."
"Are you dead?" I asked him.
"Your delicacy is appreciated," he said.
"I'm sorry." -
He laughed. "I was devoured by a demon in the Beyond, do you remember?" he asked. "Calloo shot me, but I was still alive when the creature sank his teeth into my flesh."
I shook my head, unwilling to picture what he described.
"This demon of yours, Misrix, was the one who took me. He was later captured by Below and brought to the Well-Built City. When you are devoured by demons, they steal your energy, and you live on as long as they do somewhere in their memory."
"So you are always here in this memory of the Palishize?" I asked.
"I wander here among the mounds always at night. Sometimes I go down to the side of the ocean in hopes of seeing a ship I could hail to rescue me. There's some regularity to it."
"What do you eat?" I asked.
"Nothing," he said."
We began to walk, and he asked me about Aria.