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I don't know, Orlando. Gally, or Gypsy, was sitting onthe abutment of a delicate bridge, waiting for Paul to catch up; a stone lion's face peered frombetween his shins. But instead of kicking him as they usually did, they snatched his elbows and pulled himaround, facing him toward the end of the second floor landing. Orlando looked at his friend, then back at T4b and Sweet William, still distant andsmall as they ran toward him across the strand.

The Kitchen, it seemed, existedonly as a nighttime world. Is there something else we still have to do? Take you to end of river, the chief explained. I havebeen foolish. And you think the killer might be someone likethat? Someone who's trying to perform some ritual, some magic, to bring back the Dreamtime? Possibly.