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"Go on down," he urged them silently. "For God's sake, go on down. Get down to the flatland. Get out
of range."

Celcy's eyes were huge, fastened upon Lim as though she were in a concert hall. Through the glasses he
could see the eggshell oval of her face, as still as though enchanted or hypnotized. She did not look like
herself, particularly around the eyes. Perhaps Lim had given her some of the drug he'd been taking? Go
on down the trail, Celcy. While he's singing, go on down. Or come back up to me.
 But Lim wouldn't have told her to go on. He wouldn't have thought how he was to go on singing and
carrying the synthesizer and reading the music all at once. Perhaps she could carry the music for him. Lim
began the First Variation.

"Move," he begged them, biting his lower lip until the blood ran onto his chin. "Oh, for God's sake, Lim,
move one way or the other." Lim's back was to him; Celcy's hands were unclenched now, lying loosely in
her lap. Her face was relaxing. She was breathing deeply. He could see the soft rise and fall of her
breast.

Second Variation. Lim's voice soared. And the Enigma responded! Unable to help himself, Tasmin's
eyes left the tiny human figures and soared with that voice, up the sides of the Enigma, his glance leaping
from prominence to prominence, shivering with the glory that was there. He had not seen a Presence
react in this way before. Light shattered at him from fractures within the crystal, seeming to run within the
mighty monolith like rivers of fire, quivering. Leaping.

A tiny sound brought his eyes down. Celcy had gasped, peering up at the tower above them, gasped
and risen. Tasmin barely heard the sound of that brief inhalation, but Lim reacted to it immediately. He
turned, too quickly for a normal reaction, his eyes leaving the music. Tasmin saw Lim's face as he
beamed at Celcy, his eyes like lanterns. Oh, yes, he was on something, something that disturbed his sense
of reality, too. Reacting to Celcy's action, Lim abandoned the Furz score and began to improvise.

Tasmin screamed, "Don't.Lim!"

The world came apart in shattering fragments, broke itself to pieces and shook itself, rattling its parts like
dice in a cup. Tasmin clung to the heaving soil and stopped knowing. The sound was enormous, too huge
to hear, too monstrous to believe or comprehend. The motion of the crystals beneath him and around him
was too complex for understanding. He simply clung, like a tick, waiting for the endless time to pass.

When he came to himself again, the world was quiet. Below him, the small clearing was gone. Nothing of
it remained. Blindly, uncaring for his own safety, he stumbled down to the place he thought it had been.
Nothing. A tumble of fragments, gently glowing in the noon sun. Silence. Far off the sound of viggies
singing. At his feet a glowing fragment, an earring, gold and amber.

"To remember her by," he howled silently. "Joke."

He wanted to scream aloud but did not. The world remained quiet. There was blood in his eyes again;
he saw the world through a scarlet haze. Under his feet was only a tiny tremor, as though whatever lived
there wished him to know it was still alive.

"I'm going," he moaned. "I'm going." So a flea might depart a giant dog. So vermin might be encouraged
to leave a mighty palace. "I'm going."