After a few minutes； she heard Vess's chair slide back from the table。 He got up。 She heard him moving around； and then the familiar clatter of any cook being busy in any kitchen。
She smelled butter heating in a pan； then browning onions。 In the telling of her story； Chyna had lost her appetite； and it didn't return with the aroma of the onions。
Finally Vess said； 〃Funny that I didn't smell you right away at the Templetons'。〃
〃You can do that？〃 she asked； without raising her head from her hands。 〃You can just smell people out； as if you were a damn dog？〃
〃Usually；〃 he said； taking no offense； and with what seemed to be utmost seriousness。 〃And you must have made a sound more than once through the night。 You surely can't be that stealthy。 Even your breathing I should have heard。〃
Then came the sound of a wire whisk vigorously beating eggs in a bowl。
She smelled bread toasting。
〃In a still house； with everyone dead； your movement should have made currents in the air； like a cool breath on the back of my neck； shivering the fine hairs on my hands。 Your every movement should have been a different texture against my eyes。 And when I walked through a space where you'd just been； I should have sensed the displacement of air caused by your passage。〃
He was stone crazy。 So cute in his chambray shirt； with his beautiful blue eyes； his thick dark hair bed straight back from his forehead； and the dimple in his left cheek…but pustulant and cankerriddled inside。 〃My senses； you see； are unusually acute。〃
He ran the water in the sink。 Without looking； she knew that he was rinsing the whisk。 He wouldn't put it aside dirty。
He said； 〃My senses are so sharp because I've given myself to sensation。 Sensation is my religion； you might say。〃
A sizzling arose； much louder than the cooking sound of onions； and a new aroma。
〃But you were invisible to me；〃 he said。 〃Like a spirit。 What makes you special？〃
Bitter； she murmured against the tabletop； 〃If I was special； would I be here in chains？〃
Although Chyna hadn't actually spoken to him and wouldn't have thought that he could hear her above the crisp sputtering of eggs and onions； Vess said； 〃I suppose you're right。〃
Later； when he put the plates on the table； she raised her head and moved her hands。
〃Rather than make you eat with your hands； I'm going to give you a fork；〃 he said； 〃because I assume you see the pointlessness of throwing it and trying to stick me in the eye。〃
She nodded。
〃Good girl。〃
On her plate was a plump four…egg omelet oozing cheddar cheese and stippled with saut6ed onions。 On top were three slices of a firm tomato and a sprinkling of chopped parsley。 Two pieces of buttered toast； each neatly sliced on the diagonal； were arranged to bracket the omelet。
He refilled her water glass and added two more cubes of ice。 Famished only a short while ago； Chyna now could hardly tolerate the sight of food。 She knew that she must eat； so she picked at the eggs and nibbled the toast。 But she would never be able to finish all that he had given her。
Vess ate with gusto but not noisily or sloppily。 His table manners were beyond reproach； and he used his napkin frequently to blot his lips。
Chyna was deep in her private grayness； and the more Vess appeared to enjoy his breakfast； the more her own omelet began to taste like ashes。
〃You'd be quite attractive if you weren't so rumpled and sweaty； your face smudged with dirt； your hair straggly from the rain。 Very attractive； I think。 A real charmer under that grime。 Maybe later I'll bathe YOU。〃
Chyna Shepberd； untouched and alive。 Uncannily； after a further silence； Edgler Vess said； 〃Untouched and alive。〃
She knew that she had not spoken the prayer aloud。
〃Untouched and alive；〃 he repeated。 〃Is that what you said 。。。 on the stairs earlier； on your way down to Ariel？〃
She stared at him； speechless。 〃Is it？〃 Finally： 〃Yes。〃
〃I've been wondering about it。 You said your name and then those three words； though none of it made sense when I didn't know that Chyna Shepherd was your name。〃
She looked away from him； at the window。 A Doberman roamed the backyard。
〃Was it a prayer？〃 he asked。
In her desolation； Chyna hadn't thought that he could scare her any more； but she had been wrong。 His intuitiveness was frightening and not entirely for reasons that she could understand。
She looked away from the Doberman and met Vess's eyes。 For one brief moment； she saw the dog within； a dark and merciless aspect。
〃Was it a prayer？〃 he asked again。
〃Yes。〃
〃In your heart； Chyna； deep in your heart； do you truly believe that God really exists？ Be truthful now； not just with me but with yourself。〃
At one time…not long ago…she had been just barely sure enough of what she believed to answer Yes。 Now she was silent。
〃Even if God exists；〃 Vess said； 〃does he know what you do？〃
She took another bite of the omelet。 It seemed greasier than before。 The eggs and butter and cheese； too rich； cloyed in her mouth； and she could hardly swallow。
She put down her fork。 She was finished。 She'd eaten no more than a third of her meal。
Vess finished the food on his plate； washing it down with coffee that he didn't offer her…no doubt because he thought that she would try to throw the hot brew in his eyes。
〃You look so glum；〃 Vess said。
She didn't reply。
〃You're feeling like such a failure； aren't you？ You've failed poor Ariel； yourself； and God too； if He exists。〃
〃What do you want with me？〃 she asked。 She meant； 'you put me through this； why not kill me and get it over with？'
〃I haven't figured that out yet；〃 Vess said。 〃Whatever I do with you； it's got…to be special。 I feel you're special； whether you think you are or not； and whatever we do together should be 。。。 intense。〃
She closed her eyes and wondered if she could find Narnia again after all these years。
He said； 〃I can't answer your question as to what I want with youbut I have no doubts about what I want with Ariel。 Would you like to hear what I intend to do with her？〃
Most likely； she was too old to believe in anything； even just a magic wardrobe。
Vess's voice came out of her internal grayness； as if he lived there as well as in the real world： 〃I asked you a question； Chyna。 Remember our bargain？ You can either answer it…or I'll slice off a piece of your face。 Would you like to hear what I intend to do with Ariel？ 〃
〃I'm sure I know。〃
〃Yes； some of it。 Sex； that's obvious。 She's a luscious piece。 1 haven't touched her yet； but I will。 And I believe she's a virgin。 At least； in the days when she still talked； she said she was； and she didn't seem like the kind of girl who would lie。〃
Or there was the Wild Wood beyond the River； Ratty and Mole and Mr。 Badger； green boughs hanging full in the summer sun and Pan piping in the cool shadows under the trees。
〃And I want to hear her crying； lost and crying。 I want to smell the purity of her tears。 I want to feel the exquisite texture of her screams； know the clean smell of them； and the taste of her terror。 There's always that。 Always that。〃
Neither the languid river nor the Wild Wood materialized； though Chyna strained to see them。 Ratty； Mole； Mr。 Badger； and Mr。 Toad were gone forever into the hateful death that claims all things。 And the sadness of this； in its way； was as great as the sadness of what had happened to Laura and what would soon happen to Chyna herself。
Vess said； 〃Once in a while； I bring one of them back to the room in the cellar…and always for the same purpose。〃
She didn't want to hear this。 The handcuffs made it difficult to cover her ears。 And if she had tried； he would have shackled her wrists to her ankles。 He would insist that she listen。 〃The most intense experiences of my life have all taken place in that room； Chyna。 Not the sex。 Not the beating or the cutting。 That all es later； and it's a lagniappe。 First； I break them down； and that is when it gets intense。〃
Her chest was tight。 She could breathe only shallowly。
He said； 〃The first day or two； they all think they'll go out of their minds with fear； but they're wrong。 It takes longer than a day or two to drive someone insane； truly and irrevocab