n list。 Might； in fact； already be dead。
〃Please don't harm him；〃 she said。
〃Thieves e and thieves go；〃 he replied。 〃I can't be responsible for what happens to him。〃 〃I'll never forgive you；〃 she said。
〃Yes you will；〃 he replied； his voice so soft now it was practically illusory。 〃I'm your protector now； Carys。 Had I been allowed； I would have nurtured you from childhood； and you would have been spared the humiliations he's made you suffer。 But it's too late。 All I can do is shelter you from further corruption。〃 He gave up trying to make a fist。 She saw how the wounded hand disgusted him。 He would cut it off if he could； she thought； it's not just sex he loathes； it's flesh。
〃No more；〃 he said； apropos of the hand； or debate； or nothing at all。
When he left her to sleep； he didn't lock the door behind him。
The next day； she began her exploration of the house。 There was nothing very remarkable about the place； it was simply a large； empty； three…story house。 In the street beyond the dirty windows ordinary people passed by； too locked in their heads even to glance around。 Though her first instinct was to knock on the glass； to mouth some appeal to them； the urge was easily conquered by reason。 If she slipped away what would she be escaping from； or to？ She had safety here； of a kind； and drugs。 Though at first she resisted them； they were too attractive to flush away down the toilet。 And after a few days of the pills； she gave in to the heroin too。 It came in steady supply： never too much； never too little； and always good stuff。
Only Breer； the fat one； upset her。 He would e； some days； and watch her； his eyes sloppy in his head like partially poached eggs。 She told Mamoulian about him； and the next day he didn't linger； just brought the pills and hurried away。 And the days flowed into one another； and sometimes she didn't remember where she was or how she'd got here； sometimes she remembered her name； sometimes not。 Once； maybe twice； she tried to think her way to Marty； but he was too far from her。 Either that； or the house subdued her powers。 Whichever； her thoughts lost their way a few miles from Caliban Street； and she returned there sweating and afraid。
She had been in the house almost a week when things took a turn for the worse。
〃I'd like you to do something for me；〃 the European said。
〃What？〃 〃I'd like you to find Mr。 Toy。 You do remember Mr。 Toy？〃 Of course she remembered。 Not well； but she remembered。 His broken nose； those cautious eyes that had always looked at her so sadly。
〃Do you think you could locate him？〃 〃I don't know how to。〃 〃Let your mind go to him。 You know the way； Carys。〃 〃Why can't you do it？〃 〃Because he'll be expecting me。 He'll have defenses； and I'm too tired to fight with him at the moment。〃 〃Is he afraid of you？〃 〃Probably。〃 〃Why？〃 〃You were a babe in arms when Mr。 Toy and I last met。 He and I parted as enemies； he presumes we are still enemies 。 。 。〃 〃You're going to harm him；〃 she said。
〃That's my business； Carys。〃 She stood； sliding up the wall against which she'd been slumped。
〃I don't think I want to find him for you。〃 〃Aren't we friends？〃 〃No；〃 she said。 〃No。 Never。〃 〃e now。〃 He stepped toward her。 The broken hand touched her： the contact was feather…light。
〃I think you are a ghost；〃 she said。
She left him standing in the corridor； and went up to the bathroom to think this through； locking the door behind her。 She knew without a shadow of a doubt that he'd harm Toy if she led him to the man。
〃Carys；〃 he said quietly。 He was outside the bathroom door。 His proximity made her scalp creep。
〃You can't make me；〃 she said。
〃Don't tempt me。〃 Suddenly the European's face loomed in her head。 He spoke again： 〃I knew you before you could walk； Carys。 I've held you in my arms； often。 You've sucked on my thumb。〃 He was speaking with his lips close to the door； his low voice reverberated in the wood she had her back against。
〃It's no fault of yours or mine that we were parted。 Believe me； I'm glad you carry your father's gifts； because he never used them。 He never once understood the wisdom there was to be found with them。 He squandered it all： for fame； for wealth。 But you 。 。 。 I could teach you； Carys。 Such things。〃 The voice was so seductive it seemed to reach through the door and enfold her； the way his arms had； so many years ago。 She was suddenly minute in his grasp； he cooed at her； made foolish faces to bring a cherubic smile to bloom。
〃Just find Toy for me。 Is it so much to ask for all my favors to you？〃 She found herself rocking with the rhythm of his cradling。
〃Toy never loved you；〃 he was saying； 〃nobody has ever loved you。〃 That was a lie： and a tactical error。 The words were cold water on her sleepy face。 She was loved！ Marty loved her。 The runner； her runner。
Mamoulian sensed his miscalculation。
〃Don't defy me；〃 he said； the cooing had gone from his voice。
〃Go to Hell；〃 she replied。
〃As you wish 。 。 。〃 There was a falling note in his words； as though the issue was closed and done with。 He didn't leave his station by the door； however。 She felt him close。 Was he waiting for her to tire； and e out？ she wondered。 Persuasion by physical violence wasn't his style； surely； unless he was going to use Breer。 She hardened herself against the possibility。 She'd claw his watery eyes out。
Minutes passed； and she was sure the European was still outside though she could hear neither movement or breath。
And then； the pipes began to rumble。 Somewhere in the system； a tide was moving。 The sink made a sucking sound； the water in the toilet bowl splashed； the toilet lid flapped open and slammed closed again as a gust of fetid air was discharged from below。 This was his doing somehow； though it seemed a vacuous exercise。 The toilet farted again： the smell was noxious。
〃What's happening？〃 she asked under her breath。
A gruel of filth had started to seep over the lip of the toilet and dribble onto the floor。 Wormy shapes moved in it。 She shut her eyes。 This was a fabrication； conjured up by the European to subdue her mutiny： she would ignore it。 But even with canceled sight the illusion persisted。 The water splashed more loudly as the flood rose； and in the stream she heard wet heavy things flopping onto the bathroom floor。
〃Well？〃 said Mamoulian。
She cursed the illusions and their charmer in one vitriolic breath。
Something skittered across her bare foot。 She was damned if she was going to open her eyes and give him another sense to assault； but curiosity forced them open。
The dribbles from the toilet had bee a stream； as if the sewers had backed up and were discharging their contents at her feet。 Not simply excrement and water； the soup of hot dirt had bred monsters。 Creatures that could be found in no sane zoology： things that had been fish once； crabs once； fetuses flushed down clinic drains before their mothers could wake to scream； beasts that fed on excrement whose bodies were a pun on what they devoured。 Everywhere in the silt forsaken stuff； offal and dregs； raised itself on queasy limbs and flapped and paddled toward her。
〃Make them go away；〃 she said。
They had no intention of retreat。 The scummy tide still edged forward： the fauna the toilet was vomiting up were getting larger。
〃Find Toy；〃 the voice on the other side of the door bargained。 Her sweaty hands slid on the handle； but the door refused to open。 There was no hint of a reprieve。
〃Let me out。〃 〃Just say yes。〃 She flattened herself against the door。 The toilet lid flew open in the strongest gust yet； and this time stayed open。 The flood thickened and the pipes creaked as something that was almost too large for them began to force its way toward the light。 She heard its claws rake the sides of the pipes； she heard the chatter of its teeth。
〃Say yes。〃 〃No。〃 A glistening arm was thrown up from the belching bowl； and flailed around until its digits fixed on the sink。 Then it began to haul itself up； its water…rotted bones rubbery。
〃Please！〃 she screamed。
〃Just say yes。〃 〃Yes！ Yes！ Anything！ Yes！〃 As she spat out the words the handle of the door mov