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"Yes."
Summon now all will and strength. Fight. Concentrate every last bit of power,
brain, guts. Cling. Hold on.
"We know, Mr. Blade, that some new installation has been built under the Tower
of London. We think it has something to do with MI6. Is this true?"
Truth still easier. "No."
"Come, Mr. Blade, come now. You must tell the truth, you know. You cannot help
but tell the truth.
Now again what has MI6 to do with the new construction beneath the Tower?"
"Nothing."
So sly. So true. Blade laughed and laughed in the dreamland where he roamed.
Truth paid. Best policy. MI6 didn't have anything to do with the Tower or the
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computer. It was MI6A. But they didn't know about about about
Voices now. Not addressed to him. One voice a bit irritated.
"It isn't working. Are you sure you gave him the right dosage?"
"Positive. He is a big man, tremendously powerful. Sometimes it takes a bit
longer with that sort.
Don't worry. I know what I'm doing."
"For what we're paying you had better know!"
The cave was huge and dark. Bats floated like bad dreams. Dim light. A hag
on a throne of stalagmites. Crone. Crone crooning. Sibyl.
Voice from high vault of cave: "What is hidden in the Tower, Blade?"
Must answer. "Machine."
Chuckles. Nudges. Nods. He could not see them. He felt them.
Coaxing voice: "What kind of a machine?"
Must lie now. Fire exploded in cave. Flames writhed to form letters. LIE. No
good. Couldn't. Drug too powerful.
"Comp her."
Silence. Respite. Blade sailed a yellow sea.
Voice: "Repeat that, Blade. Try to speak more distinctly. What kind of a
machine?"
"Pute her."
Voice off stage, sibilant, triumphant: "Computer! That's what he is saying. Go
on. Keep after him."
Voice: "A computer? Explain that to me, please. What sort of computer? What
does it do? How are you connected with it?"
Tell truth. Sleep now. Leave alone. No! Lie a bit. Lie lie Truthful lie.
Try try
"Skull wire. Wire skull. Explode brain and send out out all brain
molecular structure torn, scrambled, put back in new place new place go Alb
see Taken kill Horsa Horsa "
Voice, bitter: "This is sheer nonsense! He's talking about horses. And that
bit about the computers doesn't make much sense, either. You must do better."
"Give it time. The drug is just beginning to work. And you mustn't expect
miracles. He is resisting the drug I have never before seen such resistance!"
"You mean he could be lying? Even drugged?"
"I don't know, The possibility is there. I told you not to expect miracles
with a subject like Blade. All you can do is make notes and try to sort it out
later."
Voice: "Tell us more about what the computer does, Blade. Do you like to work
with it? Does it make you feel good? Talk, Blade. Just talk. Empty your brain.
You will feel so much better then and you can sleep for a long time.
Talk talk "
"Pute her. Brain wire. Fly and sink pain hurt pain no clothes and cold find
sword axe wall so long never ends and did not believe but was so and not true
for did end and Mongs and Caths fight
fight forever and big cannon shoot and "
"Sheer gibberish!"
"Sshhhh you never know."
"Heads falling all time like tree apples love perfume smell death of
women women thighs and breasts rub together thighs so silky and smooth hair
gone and skin like lemons and lemurs ha-hah that is good lemurs and
lemons axe-redbeard and Beata come cage I I Taleen I "
"Absolute nonsense, I say. He is foxing us."
"Shhhh I don't think so. Not now. He is deep under. He is talking out of his
subconscious now."
"Alb bronze axe jade warrior horse tharn tharn the power gone the power gone "
"This is no good at all to us. A waste of time."
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"Maybe not. Get it all down anyway you can use it as a guide when you question
him again under torture."
"Not me. That is their job."
"Shut up, man, and do your job. Copy down every word he says."
Blade groaned deeply. "I slaveface am the gorge towers and the
gorge rain pink sun never kill the head head ball bouncing into wine poison
redbeard dru drusilla did always did cold lady maiden could suck suck suck
life from suck me "
Voice, querulous: "This is a failure. No point in going on with it. I am not
interested in his fantasy life I want hard facts. We may as well stop now. How
long before he comes out of it?"
"Several hours. Four or five at least. And I wouldn't call it a complete
failure. You have some interesting notes."
"Hah! That's because you aren't in my shoes. You don't have to face them with
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