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you take the last load out in ninety minutes or so。〃
A strange； utterly foreign sensation began to creep up Black's spine。 With a growing sense of unreality； he came up beside Sloane and watched as Nora gave a shout and a wave to Smithback。 They were quickly joined by Aragon。 Then the three walked toward the rows of supplies； shouldered their drysacks； and started for the mouth of the slot canyon。
After a moment； Black tore himself away and turned toward Sloane。 〃What are you doing？〃 he asked； his voice cracking。
Sloane met his gaze。 〃What am I doing？ I'm not doing anything； Aaron。〃
〃But we saw…〃 Black began； then faltered。
〃What did we see？〃 Sloane hissed suddenly； rounding on him。 〃All I did was get the weather report and give it to Nora。 Just as she demanded。 If you saw something； say so now。 If not； then shut your mouth about it forever。〃
Black stared into her eyes： her whole frame was trembling； her lips white with emotion。 He glanced upcanyon； in time to see the group of three cross the stream； toil briefly up the scree slope； and disappear into the dark； terrible slit of rock。
Then he looked back at Sloane。 As she read his eyes； the tension in her frame ebbed away。 And then； slowly； she nodded。
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JOHN BEIYOODZIN HALTED HIS HORSE AT THE top of the hogback ridge and looked down into the valley of Chilbah。 The horse had taken the trail well； but he was still trembling； damp with perspiration。 Beiyoodzin waited； murmuring soothing words； giving him time to recover。 The late morning sun was glinting off the peaceful thread of water winding through the valley bottom； a ribbon of quicksilver amid the lush greenery。 On the high benchlands above； the wind stirred the cottonwoods and copses of oaks。 He could smell sage and ozone in the air。 There was a sudden stirring of wind that pressed at his back； as if urging him over the side。 Beiyoodzin restrained an impulse to look； he knew all too well what loomed up behind him。
The buckskin shook out his mane； and Beiyoodzin patted him soothingly on the neck。 He closed his eyes a moment； calming himself； trying to reconcile his mind to the confrontation that lay ahead。
But calm would not e。 He felt a sudden surge of anger at himself： he should have told the woman everything when he had the chance。 She had been honest with him。 And she deserved to know。 It had been foolish to tell her only half of the story。 Worse； it had been unkind and selfish to lie。 And now； as a result of his weakness； he found himself on a journey that he would have given almost anything to avoid。 He could hardly bring himself to contemplate the terrible nature of the evil he had to confront。 And yet he had no choice but to prepare himself for conflict； perhaps； even； for death。
Beiyoodzin finally saw the situation clearly； and he was not happy with the role he had played。 Sixteen years before； a small imbalance； a minor ugliness…ni zshinitso…had been injected into the small world of his people。 They had ignored it。 And as a result the small imbalance had bee； as they should have known it would； a great evil。 As a healer； he should have guided them to doing what was right。 It was precisely because of this old imbalance； this absence of truth； that these people were now down in Chilbah； digging。 He shuddered。 And it was because of this imbalance that the eskizzi； the wolfskin runners； had bee active again。 And now it had fallen to him to correct the imbalance。
At last； he reluctantly turned around and gazed toward the storm； amazed to see it still growing and swelling； like some vast malignant beast。 Here； as if he needed it； was a physical manifestation of the imbalance。 It was releasing ever thicker； blacker； denser columns of rain down onto the Kaiparowits Plateau。 It was a tremendous rain； a five…hundred…year rain。 Beiyoodzin had never seen its equal。
His gaze moved over the distant guttered landscape between the thunderhead and the valley； trying to pick out the flash of moving water； but the canyons were too deep。 In his mind's eye he could see the torrential rains falling hard on the slickrock of the Kaiparowits； the drops coalescing into rivulets； the rivulets into streams； the streams into torrents…the torrents into something that no word could adequately describe。
He untied a small bundle from one of his saddle strings…a drilled piece of turquoise and a mirage stone tied up in horsehair around a small buckskin bag； attached to an eagle feather。 He opened the bag； pinched out some cornmeal and pollen； and sprinkled it about； saving the last for his horse's poll。 He brushed first himself； then his horse's face； with the eagle feather。 The horse was prancing now in growing agitation； eyes rolling toward the thunderhead。 The leather strings of the saddle slapped restlessly in the growing wind。
Beiyoodzin chanted softly in his language。 Then he repacked his medicine kit； dusted the pollen from his fingers。 The landscape was now divided sharply between brilliant sunlight and a spreading black stain。 A chill； electrically charged wind eddied around him。 He would not； of course； attempt to ride into the second valley； the valley of Quivira； through the slot canyon。 The flood would be ing through within minutes。 That meant he would have to take the secret Priest's Trail over the top： the long； difficult rimrock trail that his grandfather had told him of in broken whispers but that he himself had never seen。 He thought back； trying to recall his grandfather's directions precisely。 It would be necessary to do so； because of the cleverness with which the trail was hidden： it had been designed to be an optical illusion； its cliff edge cut higher than the edge along the rockface； rendering it practically invisible from more than a few feet away。 The trail； he had been told； started up the cliffs some distance from the slot canyon； crossed the wide slickrock plateau； and then descended into the canyon at the far end of the valley of Quivira。 It might be very difficult for an old man。 Maybe； after all these years； it would be impossible。 But he had no choice； the imbalance had to be corrected； the natural symmetry had to be restored。
He started quickly down into the valley。
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NORA PARTED THE CURTAIN OF WEEDS AND glanced upward。 The slot canyon snaked ahead of her； the sunshine striated and shadowy in the reddish half…light； the hollows and polished ribs of stone stretching ahead like the throat of some great beast。 She eased into the water and breaststroked across the first pool； Smithback following； Aragon bringing up the rear。 The water felt cool after the dead； oppressive heat of the valley； and she tried to empty her mind to it； concentrating on the pure physical sensation； refusing for the moment to think of the long trip that lay before them。
They traveled in silence for a while； going from pool to pool； wading along the shallows； the quiet sounds of their passage whispering off the confined spaces of canyon。 Nora hefted the drysack from one shoulder to the other。 Despite everything； she felt less troubled than she had over the last three days。 It had been her great fear that Black and Sloane would descend the ladder with reports of bad weather brewing。 It would have been credible； given the recent rains。 And she would have had to decide whether they were telling the truth or giving a phony report in order to remain at Quivira。 But the report of good weather…though grudgingly given…proved they were resigned to leaving the city。 Now all that remained was the grueling multiple portages out through the slot canyon to the horses。
No； that was not quite all； her mind had never been far from Holroyd's remains； waiting for them a quarter mile up the slot canyon。 And with those remains came the message that the skinwalkers were close； perhaps watching them right now； waiting to make their next move。
She glanced back toward Aragon： the man had made it clear he wanted to speak to her about something。 Aragon looked up； read the question in her eyes； and merely shook his head。 〃When we reach the body；〃 was his only reply。
Nora swam across another pool； climbed up a pourover； and squeezed sideways through a narrower section。 Then the steep walls widened a little around her。 In the distance ahead； she could make out the massive cottonwood trunk； suspended like a gigantic spar； wedged across the walls of the canyon。 Just above it； in deep shadow； was the narrow ledge that led to the space where Holroyd's body had been laid。
Nora's eyes fell from the ledge； to the jumble of rocks below； to the narrow pool that stretched the eight or ten feet across the canyon's bottom。 Her gaze came to rest at a smear of yellow； floating at the near end。 It was Holroyd's body bag。 Gingerly； she came forward。 Now she could see a long； ragged gash in one side of the bag。 And there was Holroyd's body； lying on its back half out of the water。 He looked strangely plump。
She stopped dead。 〃Oh； God；〃 came Smithback's voice by her shoulder。 Then： 〃Are we exposing ourselves to some kind of disease； wading about in this water？〃
Aragon heaved himself up behind them。 〃No；〃 he said； 〃I don't believe we are。〃 But there was no consolation in his face as he spoke these words。
Nora remained still； and Smithback； too； hesitated behind her。 Aragon gently pushed past them toward the body。 Nora watched as the doctor pulled it onto a narrow stone shelf beside the pool。 Reluctantly； she forced herself forward。
Then she stopped again with a sudden gasp。
Holroyd's deposing body was swollen inside its clothes； a grotesque parody of obesity。 His skin； protruding from his shirt sleeves； was a strange； milky bluish…white。 The fingers were now just pink…edged stubs； having been cut away at the first joints。 His boots lay on the rocks； slashed and torn； and his feet； that same pale white against the chocolate rock； were missing their toes。 Nora gazed in mingled disgust； horror； and outrage。 Even worse was the back of the head： a large circular whorl of hair been scalped off； and the disk of skull directly beneath drilled out。 Brain matter bulged from the hole。
Working swiftly； Aragon donned a pair of plastic gloves； removed a scalpel from his kit； positioned it just below the last rib； and with a short movement opened the body。 Reaching inside with a long narrow set of forceps； he twisted his hand sharply； then retracted it。 On the end of the scalpel was a small bit of pink flesh that looked to Nora like lung tissue。 Aragon dropped it inside a test tube already half filled with a clear liquid。 Adding two drops from a separate vial； he stoppered the tube and swirled it around in his hands。 Nora watched as the color of the solution turned a light blue。
Aragon nodded to himself； carefully placed the tube inside a styrofoam case； and repacked his instruments。 Then； still kneeling； he turned toward Nora。 One gloved hand lay； almost protectively； over the corpse's chest。
〃Do you know what killed him？〃 Nora asked。
〃Without more precise tools； I can't be a hundred percent sure；〃 Aragon replied slowly。 〃But one answer does seem to fit。 All the crude tests I've been able to run verify it。〃
There was a moment of silence。 Smithback took a seat on a rock a cautious distance from the body。
Aragon glanced at the writer； then back to Nora。 〃Before I go into that； I need to tell you some things I've discovered about the ruin。〃
〃About the ruin？〃 Smithback asked。 〃What does that have to do with his death？〃
〃Everything。 I believe the abandonment of Quivira…indeed； perhaps even the reason for its very existence…is intimately connected with Holroyd's death。〃 He wiped his face with the sleeve of his shirt。 〃No doubt you've noticed the cracks in the towers； the collapsed third…story rooms of the city。〃
Nora nodded。
〃And you must have noticed the great rockfall at the far end of the canyon。 While you were off searching for the horse killers； I talked with Black about this。 He told me that the damage to the city was done by a mild earthquake that struck around the same time the city was abandoned。 'The dates are statistically equal；' he said。 The landslide； according to Black； also occurred at the same time； no doubt triggered by the earthquake。〃
〃So