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Rondeau and B shouted and dove out of the way as the hummingbirds all burst<br />
simultaneously into flame, showering onto the ground in smoking ruin.<br />
Marla nudged one of the hummingbirds with her foot. She looked around at her<br />
companions, and showed her teeth. This was it. This was the kind of shit she lived for,<br />
what she got out of bed in the morning hoping for and went to bed at night dreaming of.<br />
“Onward and inward,” she said. “And keep clear of the frogs, if you’re not a snake god<br />
like Ch’ang Hao or wearing a magical snake-belt like me.”<br />
Since they’d already blown the element of surprise, Marla went straight up the path that<br />
led to Mutex. In seconds the Buddha was in sight, but it was no longer even remotely<br />
Buddha-like. It had grown to twice its former size and now towered nearly twenty feet<br />
high. Its features had softened and run, and it was no longer recognizably anything, just<br />
a squat, bulging bronze shape, vaguely froglike in its proportions. It did have a mouth,<br />
though, gaping big enough to swallow a bread box, with darkness inside. Mutex stood<br />
before it, surrounded by yellow frogs, his body streaked with blood. His back was<br />
arched, his head thrown back in an ecstasy of worship, his arms raised high. A flock of<br />
hummingbirds floated over the changing statue. They now carried the Cornerstone<br />
suspended from silver chains, just as they had on Strawberry Hill, but they hovered<br />
above the newborn frog god.<br />
The smell of rotting vegetation was overwhelming.<br />
Still running, Marla cried, “Mutex! This is for Lao Tsung!”<br />
Mutex made no indication that he’d heard her, but he did sweep his arms down in a<br />
grand, maestrolike gesture.<br />
When he did, the hovering hummingbirds flew off in a dozen different directions at<br />
once, severing the ties that held the Cornerstone. The stone—Marla’s one hope for<br />
survival, the reason she’d gotten mixed up in all this madness anyway, the ultimate goal<br />
of this entire ordeal—fell straight into the ur-Tlaltecuhtli’s vast, moaning mouth.<br />
The frog-statue closed its mouth, and visibly swallowed.<br />
The Cornerstone was gone.<br />
Without breaking stride, Marla reversed her cloak.<br />
With his superior vision, B could see right away that it wasn’t Mutex anymore, that his<br />
genius had left his loci and successfully switched bodies with the ever-expanding<br />
Tlaltecuhtli at the exact moment that the Cornerstone fell into the monster’s open<br />
mouth. But Marla didn’t notice. She transformed into a beast, a jaguar of deep purple<br />
shadows, and in half a bound she’d crushed a dozen frogs underfoot, and in another leap<br />
she was on top of what had been Mutex.<br />
B tried to imagine what Tlaltecuhtli must be experiencing—to have returned to<br />
consciousness after so long, to have felt burgeoning strength, and then to suddenly be