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JANE BARON ˆˆˆˆˆ<br />
FUGUE<br />
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muscle, into the very center of himself. Words<br />
were suddenly easy; there were going to be a lot<br />
of words before this was done.<br />
“Do you recognize anything?” he said,<br />
driving the hurt in deeper.<br />
Avon made a show of looking around,<br />
tilting his head to eye each corner. “Should I?”<br />
Oh, the walls were very high today. But<br />
Blake had the battering ram. After so many<br />
weeks of lies he would now speak nothing but<br />
the absolute truth.<br />
He said, “Yes.”<br />
Avon waited for the follow-up, first<br />
patient, then impatient. He made a gesture of<br />
turning to the door. “Blake, if you brought me<br />
here just to ask me about your interior decoration…”<br />
“You really don’t know, do you?” Blake<br />
looked away and spoke quietly, hearing for the<br />
first time the strain in his own voice. “Odd.<br />
There were times when I hoped that at some<br />
level we had at least your…tolerance, if not your<br />
cooperation. But that wasn’t the case, was it?<br />
You really don’t have the first idea of what I’m<br />
talking about.”<br />
“Do you?”<br />
“Oh, yes,” said Blake softly, and sighed.<br />
He thought for a minute carefully. Only the<br />
truth—which meant that Avon had a right to<br />
understand about the ache, about the cost of this.<br />
He met Avon’s eyes again. “Before I<br />
explain, there is something you must know. I<br />
doubt you’ll believe it, but I have to say it<br />
anyway. Right now I’m…rather distraught.<br />
Offhand…I can’t remember anything that’s hurt<br />
quite as much as this, or—or that’s been quite so<br />
difficult to do. So if that vaunted resentment of<br />
yours is real, if you really do hate me as much as<br />
you say—well, you needn’t look any further for<br />
revenge. You’ve had it already, Avon. In full<br />
measure.”<br />
“Am I to infer from that that you are off<br />
on another bout of martyrdom? Or are these<br />
merely the ravings of a noble mind destroyed by<br />
drugs?”<br />
“Funny you should say that.” There was<br />
no humor at all in Blake’s voice. He gestured<br />
toward the desk. “That isn’t mine, Avon; it’s<br />
yours.”<br />
The composure was breached at last.<br />
Black fury welled up in the hooded eyes, a tidal<br />
wave of menace and repudiation.<br />
“I still cannot fathom what you are talking<br />
about,” he said evenly, giving fair warning.<br />
No demon had ever looked more menacing.<br />
Blake was unaffected. “I don’t know<br />
when I’ve ever heard you lie before,” he said<br />
dispassionately. “Not outright lie. And something<br />
important enough to lie about must be very<br />
important indeed.”<br />
Avon bared his teeth briefly, back on<br />
balance again and ready to rejoin the dance.<br />
“Well now, we can’t all have your sterling character,<br />
can we? But disregarding that for the<br />
moment, I’m curious as to why you insist the vial<br />
is mine.”<br />
“Because I got it from your room, of<br />
course,” said Blake quietly. “Last night.”<br />
There was no mockery in the dark eyes<br />
now, only a killing light. “You broke into my<br />
quarters to—”<br />
“Of course I didn’t. Even you know me<br />
better than that. I was let in—by you—as I was<br />
escorting you back from here.”<br />
A pause. Then Avon rose. “I have been<br />
expecting this for some time…”<br />
“Well, if it has happened, if I have gone<br />
mad, there’s no harm in hearing me out, is there?<br />
No danger. Sit down, Avon. All right, then,<br />
stand—”<br />
Avon sat. Blake sighed. When he spoke<br />
again it was flatly and slowly . “You’re not going<br />
to like this. Avon, I know that you have been<br />
drugging yourself to sleep every night for the<br />
past month. I know this because I have seen it.<br />
Because, Avon, when you take Lethe, you sleepwalk.<br />
No, that’s not quite right; when you take<br />
Lethe you enter a <strong>fugue</strong> state. A state in which<br />
you do things you don’t remember afterward.”<br />
Avon had settled into perfect stillness.<br />
Blake looked at him, then away, still speaking<br />
levelly. This was as bad as he’d imagined it, and<br />
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