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.’"Shock.Heart-pounding shock.Fury and delirium combined in me as never before." 'The pleasure's all mine, Petronia,' I said.I felt all the liquor I'd drunk rising in me again.'But you are very beautiful, let me be so bold as to tell you.Having seen you twice or thrice by moonlight, before this moment, I could only guess.’" 'How generous of you,' she answered me, and I heard exactly the voice I'd heard in my ear last night, hushed and soft.Of course it was female.Or was it? 'And you, just come from your red-haired vixen,' she went on.'One would have expected to find you quite blinded by her light.’" 'She's not a vixen in any sense,' I declared, my face burning.'But don't let me be wearisome defending her.It's a pleasure that you and I are now properly introduced.’"She turned, laughing under her breath to Aunt Queen." 'He is quite the versatile gentleman,' she said.She looked back at me, the eyes flashing.'I rather thought I would like you if we came to really know each other.And do stop trying to determine if I am a man or a woman.The fact is I'm a good part both and therefore neither one.I was just explaining to your Aunt Queen.I was born endowed with the finest traits of both sexes and I drift this way and that as I choose.’"Nash had brought a chair for me to join the circle.Jasmine had poured the champagne in my tulip glass.I sat down across from this spectacle, this creature, and I felt Goblin take hold of my shoulder." 'Caution, Quinn,' he said to me.And well he might because I was dangerously feverish of mind and soul and once again drunk.I was appalled by what was happening and monstrously exhilarated."I saw the mysterious stranger's eyes shoot to my left where Goblin stood, but she could not see Goblin.She only knew that Goblin was there." 'So you think of me as a woman,' she said to me now.'Forgive me for reading your mind, it's a trait I can't seem to keep in harness.Once one is blessed with such a gift it runs rampant.’" 'Really,' said Aunt Queen, 'you mean it's quite spontaneous? You simply hear people's thoughts.’" 'Some people more than others,' she said.'Quinn's thoughts come rather glaringly clear to me.And what a brilliant young man you are.’" 'So people tell me,' I said.'And how is it that the mausoleum on Sugar Devil Island bears your name?’" 'It's the name of Petronia's great-great-grandmother, Quinn,' said Aunt Queen, obviously trying to take the sharp edge off my foray into the conversation.'We've been talking about this very person, and about the subject of reincarnation.Petronia is a great believer in it, and that it happens over and over in her family, and of a time in ancient Pompeii, she has strange dreams.’Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"A terrible sense of foreboding came over me.Ancient Pompeii."Goblin was squeezing my hand.The mysterious stranger was looking at me, and I could have sworn I saw Mount Vesuvius above the city as it roared and belched its fatal cloud Heavenward, pitching the city into panic far below.People ran screaming through the narrow streets.The earth moved.The cloud covered the sky.I saw it.Petronia was staring at me.We were there and we were here.Aunt Queen was talking.The rain of ash became a torrent."I was dizzy.Yes, dizzy, the fatal symptom." 'What are your strange dreams of ancient Pompeii?' asked Nash in his wonderful deep voice." 'Oh, they're truly tragic,' came her low voice in response.'I see myself a slave girl in those times, a worker of cameos, the chief among a shop of such craftsmen, and my master has warned us all of the coming eruption, and I run through the streets trying to warn the citizens.Get out of the city.The mountain will bring disaster.But they don't believe.They don't heed.’"I could see it as she spoke.I could see her, with her long full black hair, yet in a male's tunic, running through the narrow stone streets, banging on doors, grabbing people by the shoulders.'Get out, get out now.The mountain's erupting.It will destroy the city.There's no time left.’"I could see the buildings close around her, a little city of plastered walls, and she such a curious tall monstrous beauty.And no one listening.And finally, she took the slaves from their workbench.No.I didn't just see it.I was there!"Into sacks they put the cameos.'No time for that!' she said.'Run!' We were all of us -- slaves, free men, women screaming, children -- running towards the shore.The roar of the mountain was monstrous and deafening.I saw the black cloud spread out over the sky.The day vanished.The night descended.We had climbed into a boat, and we were rowed out fast over the choppy waters of the bay.Crowded boats surrounded us.Again came the voice of the mountain.And then the flicker of fire in the darkness.Pompeii was soon to die."She sat in the boat.I was with her.She was crying.Huge rocks were rolling down the mountain.People were running from the huge rocks.Chaos on the heaving shores.The earth shook beneath those who tried to flee in their chariots.She wouldn't stop sobbing.The other cameo makers looked back in pure fascination.The rain of ash came down upon the city, upon the water.The waters of the bay were black.Boats were rocking.Boats were capsizing.The rowers went faster.We were moving out of the zone of danger.We were crossing the bay to safety.But the horror hovered over us.The mountain bellowed and spewed its deadly poisons.In the boat I held her trembling hand [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]