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"
I
thought
you
said
you
’
d
been
to
this
market
already
,
"
he
asked
,
mystified
.
"
It
’
s
the
Floating
Market
,
silly
.
I
told
you
already
.
It
moves
.
Different
places
.
Last
one
I
went
to
was
held
in
that
big
clock
tower
.
Big
.
.
.
someone
.
And
the
next
was
—
"
"
Big
Ben
?
"
he
suggested
.
"
Maybe
.
We
were
inside
where
all
the
big
wheels
went
around
,
and
that
was
where
I
got
this
—
"
She
held
up
her
necklace
.
The
candlelight
glimmered
yellow
off
the
shiny
quartz
.
She
smiled
,
like
a
child
.
"
Do
you
like
it
?
"
she
asked
.
"
It
’
s
great
.
Was
it
expensive
?
"
"
I
swapped
some
stuff
for
it
.
That
’
s
how
things
work
down
here
.
We
swap
stuff
.
"
And
then
they
turned
a
corner
,
and
saw
the
bridge
.
It
could
have
been
one
of
the
bridges
over
the
Thames
,
five
hundred
years
ago
,
thought
Richard
;
a
huge
stone
bridge
spanning
out
over
a
vast
black
chasm
,
into
the
night
.
But
there
was
no
sky
above
it
,
no
water
below
.
It
rose
into
darkness
.
Richard
wondered
who
had
built
it
,
and
when
.
He
wondered
how
something
like
this
could
exist
,
beneath
the
city
of
London
,
without
everyone
knowing
.
He
felt
a
sinking
feeling
in
the
pit
of
his
stomach
.
He
was
,
he
realized
,
deeply
,
pathetically
scared
of
the
bridge
itself
.
"
Do
we
have
to
go
across
it
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Can
’
t
we
get
to
the
market
some
other
way
?
"
They
paused
at
the
base
of
the
bridge
.
Anaesthesia
shook
her
head
.
"
We
can
get
to
the
place
it
’
s
in
,
"
she
said
.
"
But
the
market
wouldn
’
t
be
there
.
"
"
Huh
?
But
that
’
s
ridiculous
.
I
mean
,
something
’
s
either
there
or
it
’
s
not
.
Isn
’
t
it
?
"
She
shook
her
head
.
There
was
a
buzz
of
voices
from
behind
them
,
and
someone
pushed
Richard
to
the
ground
.
He
looked
up
:
a
huge
man
,
crudely
tattooed
,
dressed
in
improvised
rubber
and
leather
clothes
that
looked
like
they
had
been
cut
out
of
the
inside
of
cars
,
stared
back
down
at
him
,
dispassionately
.
Behind
the
huge
man
were
a
dozen
others
,
male
and
female
:
people
who
looked
like
they
were
on
their
way
to
a
particularly
low
-
rent
costume
party
.
"
Somebody
,
"
said
Varney
,
who
was
not
in
a
good
mood
,
"
was
in
my
way
.
Somebody
ought
to
watch
where
he
’
s
going
.
"
