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but because it was the quickest way to ensure their silence for as long as should be necessary. Padding
through the unbarred doorway, it entered a corridor awash in darkness. Any human wandering about in
such circumstances would have quickly stumbled into walls or tripped and fallen to the floor. The litah s
eyesight, however, was infinitely sharper than that of any man.
Those same feline senses enabled it to locate its companions quickly. Faceless they might be, but nothing
could disguise their individual odors, especially after a day and a night of struggling frantically against their
bonds. Delicately employing bloodied teeth and claw and always keeping an ear alert for the sounds of
approaching islanders, the litah freed them one at a time from their restraints.
Freedom brought only minimal joy to men and women who had lost their faces. It was one tall, easily
recognizable individual who, exhibiting profounder perception than any of the others, caught hold of the
litah s mane and led it not outside but deeper into the structure.
Turning a final corner, they confronted an elderly wise man with an impressive white beard that covered
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most of his otherwise vacant face. Sensing their presence, he rose from the cross-legged position in
which he had been resting to brandish the ceremonial spear he held. Before he could throw it or utter a
warning, he fell beneath the litah s huge paw, his neck broken and his upper spine shattered.
Behind him was a heavy wooden door. From the other side of that door arose a constant, relentless
hum. It was the kind of noise a hundred subdued beehives might generate. Striding forward, the tall
faceless human began to pound on the door. It was braced with double bolts and the bolts themselves
secured with large padlocks.
Backing up as far as it could in a straight line, the black litah let out a reverberant roar that shook dust
from the walls of the enclosed space and exploded forward. Beneath its onrushing mass, bolts, locks,
and door went down together.
Beyond lay a single expansive, domed chamber. Buzzing like a million wasps, hundreds of eyes, ears,
noses, and mouths rushed the sudden gap. The intruders, human and cat alike, ducked away from that
torrent of fleeing lineaments.
Separating themselves from the choleric mass, six specific features slowed before the tall man. Pausing
to ponder the vacant countenance-as-canvas to make certain it was the appropriate blank, they slowly
drifted forward to reattach themselves to the smooth skin. The eyes went first, signaling to their fellow
facial traits the correctness of the decision. Mouth followed, and then nostrils and ears, until the face of
the tall man had been fully restored.
In the outer chamber other bits and pieces of individual countenance were searching out and relocating
themselves on the faces from which they had been detached. It seemed impossible that every feature
should find its proper owner, and there was some contentious bumping and fussing when, for example,
two noses tried to fit on the same face or two ears to occupy the same side of a head. But eventually
everything straightened itself out, much as individual seal pups somehow manage to find their mothers
amidst tens of thousands of identical-appearing females.
Faces reinstated, the members of the ship s crew vowed to die fighting rather than surrender them again
to the pernicious machinations of the islanders. The faceless bodies of the two guards lying athwart the
entrance were favorably remarked upon by the escaping sailors. Arming themselves with branches of
wood or pieces of stone, they made their way down toward the waterfront where the fishing boats were
beached.
As it developed, there was no need to take up arms. The islanders were far too busy trying to fight off
their liberated facial traits. Virtually attacking their former owners, the organs that had matured in isolation
now instinctively sought to reattach themselves to visages that had never known them.
Tiloeans were seen fleeing their homes in the middle of the evening, swatting and flailing at aggressive
noses and ears, their arms swinging wildly to keep persistent eyes from taking up residence in the location
of former sockets. Never having known the senses that had been banished since birth, they had no idea
how to cope with them. Those islanders whose ears found the right heads were stunned by the loudness
a couple of convoluted slabs of flesh could convey. Others kept newly restored eyes shut tight lest they [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]