"No you don't!" Buddenbaum snapped, retreating across the incandescent earth to protect the spot where Rare Utu had stood. "The Art's mine!"

"The Art?" Yie said, as though it was only now he understood the purpose of this trap. "Never, Buddenbaum... " his voice was rising with each syllable. "You will not have it!"

His lacerating din was too much for Tesla's beleaguered body. She felt something in her head break; felt her tongue slacken in her mouth and her lids fall. Saw, as darkness came, the bright ground divide before her And there it was, shining in the dirt: the cross of crosses, the sign of signs. In the long, slow moments of her dying fall, she remembered with a kind of yearning how she'd solved the puzzles of that cross; seen the four journeys that were etched upon it. One to the dream world, one to the real; one to the bestial, one to the divine. And there at the heart of these joumeys-where they crossed, where they divided, where they finished and began-the human mystery. It was not about the flesh, that mystery: It was not about hanging broken from a cross or the triumph of the spirit over suffering. It was about the living dream of mind, that made body and spirit and all they tookjoy in.

Remembering the revelation now the time between that moment and this-the years she'd spent wandering the roads of the lost Americas-folded up and fled. She had glimpsed the vast eternal sitting in the earth beneath Palomo Grove, and now she was dying into it, her lids closing, her heart stopping.

Somewhere far off she heard Yie shrieking, and knew the power here had claimed him as it had claimed the others.

She wanted to tell him not to be afraid; that he was going into a place where the future of being lay in wait. A time out of time when the singularity from which all things came would be whole again. But she had no tongue. No, nor breath. No, nor life.

It was over.

Harry, Raul, and Maeve O'Connell had just come in sight of the crossroads when Tesia slid from Yie's grasp, and stumbled forward.

Though they were a hundred yards from the spot or more, the light was exquisitely particular, and kept no detail of the expression on Tesia's face from Harry's eyes. She was dead, or dying, but her slackening features carried a look of strange contentment.

The luminous ground was no longer solid where she fell. It received her like a shining grave, and she was gone.

"Oh Jesus Harry breathed. "Oh Jesus Chnst in Heaven... "

He picked up his pace and raced towards the intersection, following the braided rivulets of light that ran in the ground beneath his feet.

Behind him, Maeve had started to shout.

"I know that man!" she hollered. "That's Buddenbaum! My Lord, that's Buddenbaum! That's the bastard started all this!" Wresting herself from Raul's custody, she started to hobble after D'Amour.

ill you please stop her?" Coker yelled in Raul's ear.

Raul was too distressed by Tesla's disappearance to reply. Coker yelled on until Raul said, "I thought you'd gone."

"No, never," Coker replied. "I was simply silenced by her bitterness. Now I beg you, my friend, don't let her be taken from me. I want her to know what I feel for her, just once."

Raul swallowed a sob. So many people already taken, and this last the most unthinkable. Tesla had survived a bullet, Kissoon, and enough drugs to fell a horse. But now she was gone.

"Please," Coker said. "Go after Maeve."

"I'll do my best," Raul said, and started in pursuit of the old woman. For all her frailty, she'd already covered quite a distance.

"Wait!" he called after her. "Somebody wants to talk to you!"

As he caught up with her, she scowled. "It's him I want to talk to!" she said, nodding in Buddenbaum's direction. "He's the one!"

"Listen to me a moment," Raul said, catching hold of her arm. "It wasn't an accident we found you. Somebody led us to you. Do you understand? Somebody who's here, right now, beside us."

"Are you crazy?" Maeve replied, looking around.

"You don't see him because he's dead."

"I don't give a shit for the dead," Maeve snapped. "It's the living I want answers from! Buddenbaum!" she yelled.

It was Erwin who piped up now. "Tell her who you are!" he said to Coker.

"I wanted it to be a special moment," Coker replied.

"I wasted my life waiting for the special moments," Erwin told him. "Now is all we've got!" So saying, he pushed his fellow phantom aside to get access to Raul's ear. "Tell her it's Coker! Go on! Tell her!"

"Coker?" Raul said aloud.

Maeve O'Connell stopped in her hobbling tracks. "What did you say?" she murmured.

"The dead man's name is Coker," Raul replied. "I' in her husband," said Coker.

"He says he's-"

"I know who he is," she said, and drawing a gasping breath she said,

"Coker? My Coker? Can this be true?"

"It's true," Raul said.

Tears came, but she didn't stop saying his name. "Coker oh my Coker... my sweet Coker...

Harry heard Maeve sobbing behind him, and looked round to see her with her head flung back, as though her husband was raining kisses on her and she was bathing in them. When he returned his gaze to the crossroads, Buddenbaum had dropped to the ground where Tesla had vanished, and was beating his fists violently against the now-solidified street. He was on the verge of apoplexy, sprays of spittle, sweat, and tears erupting from his face. "You can't, you bitch!" he shrieked at the street. "I won't let you have it!"

Energies were still pouring up out of the ground, spirals and filigrees rising around him. He tried to snatch hold of them in his bloodied hands, as if they might still transfigure him, but his fists extinguished those he caught, and the rest simply climbed on out of his reach and faded into the darkness above him. His fury and frustration mounted. He began to swing around, unleashing a solid scream of rage,

"This can't happen! It can't! It can't!"

Behind him, Harry heard Maeve O'Connell say, "Do you see this, Coker? At the crossroads?" "He sees it," Raul replied.

"That's where I buried the medallion," Maeve went on. "Does Coker know that?" "He knows."

Maeve had come to HarTy's side now. Her face was wet with tears but her smile was unalloyed. "My husband's here... she said to Harry, rather proudly. "Imagine that...

"That's wonderful."

She pointed down the street. "That's where we had the whorehouse. Right there. It's no coincidence, is it?"

"No," said Harry, "I don't think it is."

"All that light, it's coming from the medallion."

"It certainly looks that way."

Her smile broadened. "I'm going to see for myself"

"I wouldn't if I were you."

"Well you're not me," she said sharply. "Whatever's going on there's my doing." She calmed herself a little, and the smile crept back on to her face. "I don't think you know what's going on any more than I do, am I right?"

"More or less," Harry conceded.

"So if we don't know what's to be afraid of, why be afraid?" she reasoned. "Raul? I want you on my left side. And Coker, wherever you are, I want you on my right."

"At least let me go first," Harry said, and without waiting for her permission, headed on towards Buddenbaum, who was once again berating the asphalt. He saw Harry coming from the corner of his eye.

"Keep your distance," he gasped, his breathing raw. "This ground's mine. And I've still got power in me if you uy to take it from me."

"I'm not here to take anything," Harry said.

"You and that bitch Bombeck, plotting against me."

"Mere was no plot. Tesla never wanted to be a part of this-"

"Of course she did!" Buddenbaum replied. "She wasn't stupid. She wanted the Art the same as everyone." He looked round at D'Amour, his fury decaying into self-pity. "But you see I trusted her. That was my mistake. And she lied!" He slammed his wounded palms down upon the solid ground. 'This was my ground! My miracle!"