stuff from the people who'll be at the Civic Center tonight. Hasn't he?"] ["Yes. I'm sure that's right."] He pointed at the black cocoon shrieking on the floor, almost drowning out the songs all around it... drowning them out as it fed on them.
["And whatever's inside that deathbag has something to do with what Clotho and Lachesis called the master-cord. It's the thing that ties all these different objects-all these different lives-together."] ["That makes them ka-tet. Yes."] Ralph handed the sneaker back to Lois.
["This goes with us when we go. It's Helen's."] ["I know."] Lois looked at it for a moment, then did something Ralph thought extremely clever: pulled out two eyelets' worth of lacing and tied the sneaker to her left wrist like a bracelet.
He crawled closer to the small deathbag and then bent over it.
Getting close was hard, and staying close was harder-it was like placing your ear next to the motor-housing of a power drill shrieking at full volume or looking into a bright light without squinting. This time there seemed to be actual words buried within that buzzing, the same ones they'd heard as they approached the edge of the deathbag around the Civic Center: Geddout. Fucoff Beedit.
Ralph placed his hands over his ears for a moment, but of course that did no good. The sounds weren't coming from the outside, not really. He let his hands drop again and looked at Lois.
["What do you think? Any ideas on what we should do next?"] He didn't know exactly what he had expected of her, but it wasn't the quick, positive response he got.
["Cut it open and take out what's inside-and do it right away.
That thing's dangerous. Also, it might be calling Atropos, have you thought of that? Tattling just like the hen tattled on jack in the story about the magic beanstalk." Ralph actually had considered this possibility, although not in such vivid terms. All right, he thought.
Cut open the bag and take the prize. Except just how are we supposed to do that?
He remembered the bolt of lightning he'd sent at Atropos when the little bald creep had been trying to lure Rosalie across the street.
A good trick, but something like that might do more harm than good here; what if he vaporized the thing they were supposed to take?
"I don't think you can do that.
All right, fair enough, as a matter of fact he didn't think he could do it, either... but when you were surrounded by the possessions of people who could all be dead when the sun came up tomorrow, taking chances seemed like a very bad idea. An insane idea.
What I need isn't lightning but a nice sharp pair of scissors, like the ones Clotho and Lachesis use toHe stared at Lois, startled by the clarity of the image.
["I don't know what you just thought of, but hurry up and do it, whatever it is."] Ralph looked down at his right hand-a hand from which the wrinkles and the first twists of arthritis had now disappeared, a hand which lay inside a bright blue corona of light.
Feeling a little foolish, he folded his last two fingers against his palm and extended the first two, thinking of a game they'd played as kids-rock breaks scissors, scissors cut paper, paper covers rock.
Be scissors, he thought. I need a pair of scissors. Help me out.
Nothing. He glanced at Lois and saw her looking at him with a serene calm which was somehow terrifying. Oh Lois, if you only knew, he thought, and then swept that out of his mind. Because he had felt something, hadn't he? Yes. Something.
This time he didn't make words in his mind but a Picture: not the scissors Clotho had used to send on Jimmy V but the stainless-steel I shears from his mother's sewing basket-long, slim blades tapering to a point almost as sharp as the tip of a knife. As he deepened h, is concentration, he could even see the two tiny words engraved on the metal just south of the pivot-point: SHEFFIELD STEEL.
And now he could feel that thing in his mind again, not a blink this time but a muscle-an immensely powerful one-slowly flexing. He looked fixedly down at his fingers and made the shears in his mind open and close. As they did, he slowly opened and closed his fingers, creating a V that widened and narrowed.
Now he could feel the energy he had taken from Nirvana Boy and the bum out at the trainyards,