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Voices
that
once
the
Tower
of
Babel
knew
.
—
THOMAS
BAILEY
ALDRICH
,
"
UNGUARDED
GATES
,
"
1882
One
moment
Shadow
was
riding
the
World
’
s
Largest
Carousel
,
holding
on
to
his
eagle
-
headed
tiger
,
and
then
the
red
and
white
lights
of
the
Carousel
stretched
and
shivered
and
went
out
,
and
he
was
falling
through
an
ocean
of
stars
,
while
the
mechanical
waltz
was
replaced
by
a
pounding
rhythmic
roll
and
crash
,
as
of
cymbals
or
the
breakers
on
the
shores
of
a
far
ocean
.
The
only
light
was
starlight
,
but
it
illuminated
everything
with
a
cold
clarity
.
Beneath
him
his
mount
stretched
,
and
padded
,
its
warm
fur
under
his
left
hand
,
its
feathers
beneath
his
right
.
"
It
’
s
a
good
ride
,
isn
’
t
it
?
"
The
voice
came
from
behind
him
,
in
its
ears
and
in
his
mind
.
Shadow
turned
,
slowly
,
streaming
images
of
himself
as
he
moved
,
frozen
moments
,
each
him
captured
in
a
fraction
of
a
second
,
every
tiny
movement
lasting
for
an
infinite
period
.
The
images
that
reached
his
mind
made
no
sense
:
it
was
like
seeing
the
world
through
the
multifaceted
jeweled
eyes
of
a
dragonfly
,
but
each
facet
saw
something
completely
different
,
and
he
was
unable
to
combine
the
things
he
was
seeing
,
or
thought
he
was
seeing
,
into
a
whole
that
made
any
sense
.
He
was
looking
at
Mr
.
Nancy
,
an
old
black
man
with
a
pencil
moustache
,
in
his
check
sports
jacket
and
his
lemon
-
yellow
gloves
,
riding
a
carousel
lion
as
it
rose
and
lowered
,
high
in
the
air
;
and
,
at
the
same
time
,
in
the
same
place
,
he
saw
a
jeweled
spider
as
high
as
a
horse
,
its
eyes
an
emerald
nebula
,
strutting
,
staring
down
at
him
;
and
simultaneously
he
was
looking
at
an
extraordinarily
tall
man
with
teak
-
colored
skin
and
three
sets
of
arms
,
wearing
a
flowing
ostrich
-
feather
headdress
,
his
face
painted
with
red
stripes
,
riding
an
irritated
golden
lion
,
two
of
his
six
hands
holding
on
tightly
to
the
beast
’
s
mane
;
and
he
was
also
seeing
a
young
black
boy
,
dressed
in
rags
,
his
left
foot
all
swollen
and
crawling
with
black
flies
;
and
last
of
all
,
and
behind
all
these
things
,
Shadow
was
looking
at
a
tiny
brown
spider
,
hiding
under
a
withered
ochre
leaf
.
Shadow
saw
all
these
things
,
and
he
knew
they
were
the
same
thing
.
"
If
you
don
’
t
close
your
mouth
,
"
said
the
many
things
that
were
Mr
.
Nancy
,
"
somethin
’
s
goin
’
to
fly
in
there
.
"
