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corrugated metal wall. They are not fighters. They are nothing but mice caught by their tails and starving to
death.
    You with them?Moses asks.
    They respond in a language that Moses does not recognize. Their voices quaver, and their eyes are fixed on the dripping weapon he carries in his hand.
    He lowers the cudgel.
    You best get, Moses says. Ain’t nothing to gain by stayin. Here, I’ll show you.
    But they won’t move until Moses has put down both the cudgel and the pistol. Then they follow him to the door, andhe points them in the direction of the hillside where he came into the
camp.
    Go there, he says. Climb. Don’t come back. Everybody’s dead here. You understand? Dead.
    He finds his own voice not angry or sympathetic but simply flat with the ugly ungentleness of truth.
    They go, and he watches them until they are safely into the trees. Then he picks up the pistol and cudgel again andmoves on.
    He scans the row of buildings again. The doors are all closed neatly, but none of them with very heavy locks. Then he spots a metal shed attached like a lean-to to one of the buildings. The door
to the shed is held shut with a thick chain and a padlock. He moves quickly to the shed, which is on the perimeter of the valley against the base of the hills that cup the gasworks.
    There is no one around – the brunt of the battle has moved to the mouth of the valley. He uses the blunt handle of the cudgel to pound on the metal door of the shed.
    Abe! he calls out. You in there? Vestal?
    For a moment he hears nothing, so deafened is he by the cacophonous violence around him. But then he hears it – a small, weak voice climbing to panic.
    Moses? Is it you?
    The voicebelongs to the Vestal Amata. Holy woman. Tricksy thief. Fair beauty of the wild plain.
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    The chain and lock are too heavy to break, so Moses jams one of the blades of the cudgel down behind the hasp and yanks it free of the door. The lock and chain fall useless to
the ground. The door swings wide, and there’s the Vestal – dressed like a nymph of the woods. The fabric stretchesand shimmers absurdly, and bright diaphanous ribbons hang off her
everywhere. She has a glittering tiara in her hair, and her face is painted with glitter also.
    The sight so completely baffles Moses that he cannot speak for a moment.
    What— he says.
    It’s my costume, she says. It’s what Fletcher makes me wear. Oh, Mose – I didn’t know if you would come.
    Then she leaps on him, herarms around his neck, her eyes squinting against the light outside the dingy shed. Then, from around the other side of the structure, a figure comes running and stops
short when he sees Moses and the Vestal. It’s one of Fletcher’s men – Moses recognizes him. The man raises a shotgun, but before he can pull the trigger Moses has flung the Vestal
away from him and fired a hail of bullets, someof which plant themselves into the man’s sternum.
    Come on, he says to the Vestal. We gotta get out of sight.
    Instead of going back into the shed, where there is no light, Moses takes the Vestal by the arm and leads her around to the low empty building in which he found the three women refugees. He
pulls her inside and shuts the door behind them.
    What’re we doing? she says. Let’sjust get out.
    Where’s Abe? Moses says. They took him.
    Something occurs in the Vestal’s eyes – a realization, perhaps, that Moses has larger plans than simply her rescue.
    But we got to go, she says. We got to go now.
    He shakes his head.
    My brother, he says. Do you know where they got him or do you not?
    Then she approaches him, getting close, patting his bloody chest lightlywith her hands as though trying to soothe a wild child.
    Moses, she says. Mose, listen to me. Are you listenin good? Abe’s okay. Your brother, he’s okay. But we got to go
now
. They’re planning—
    But Abe—
    He’s
safe
, I’m tellin you. But you got to take me out of here, Mose. I heard em talking, the soldiers. They’re planting explosives. They’re gonna bring hell down.
Nothing left. Thewhole gasworks, the whole valley.
Nothing left
.
    Safe where? he says.
    Moses—
    My brother, he says. Safe where?
    You don’t believe me, she says. You think—
    You left. I told you to stay. I told you I was coming back. You left.
    Moses, Moses.
    You went back to Fletcher.
    It ain’t like that. No, not back to him. He found me.
    You left.
    Moses. Moses, I’m
dying
. There’ssomethin in me like a poison. I’m already part dead.