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The
truth
was
that
I
’
d
been
a
poor
travelling
companion
for
Trepp
for
most
of
the
journey
.
In
the
cabin
of
the
sub
-
ship
I
’
d
been
steadfastly
withdrawn
despite
Trepp
’
s
obvious
interest
in
my
background
.
Finally
she
gave
up
trying
to
extract
anecdotes
about
Harlan
’
s
World
and
the
Corps
and
tried
instead
to
teach
me
a
couple
of
card
games
she
knew
.
Impelled
by
some
ghost
of
cultural
politeness
,
I
reciprocated
,
but
two
isn
’
t
an
ideal
number
for
cards
and
neither
of
our
hearts
was
in
it
.
We
landed
in
Europe
in
silence
,
each
flipping
through
our
own
selection
from
the
jet
’
s
media
stack
.
Despite
Trepp
’
s
apparent
lack
of
concern
on
the
subject
,
I
was
having
a
hard
time
forgetting
the
circumstances
of
our
last
trip
together
.
Below
us
,
the
plain
gave
way
to
increasingly
green
uplands
and
then
one
valley
in
particular
where
the
forested
crags
seemed
to
close
around
something
man
-
made
.
As
we
started
to
descend
,
Trepp
unjacked
herself
with
a
flutter
of
eyelids
that
meant
she
hadn
’
t
bothered
to
disconnect
the
chip
synapses
first
—
strictly
advised
against
by
most
manufacturers
,
but
maybe
she
was
showing
off
.
I
barely
noticed
.
Most
of
me
was
absorbed
in
the
thing
we
were
landing
beside
.
It
was
a
massive
stone
cross
,
larger
than
any
I
’
d
seen
before
and
weather
-
stained
with
age
.
As
the
cruiser
spiralled
down
towards
its
base
and
then
beyond
,
I
realised
that
whoever
had
built
the
monument
had
set
it
on
a
huge
central
buttress
of
rock
so
it
gave
the
impression
of
a
titanic
broadsword
sunk
into
the
earth
by
some
retired
warrior
god
.
It
was
entirely
in
keeping
with
the
dimensions
of
the
mountains
around
it
,
as
if
no
human
agency
could
possibly
have
put
it
there
.
The
stepped
terraces
of
stone
and
ancillary
buildings
below
the
buttress
,
themselves
monumental
in
size
,
shrank
almost
to
insignificance
under
the
brooding
presence
of
this
single
artefact
.
Trepp
was
watching
me
with
a
glitter
in
her
eyes
.
The
limo
settled
on
one
of
the
stone
expanses
and
I
climbed
out
,
blinking
up
through
the
sun
at
the
cross
.
"
This
belong
to
the
Catholics
?
"
I
hazarded
.
"
Used
to
.
"
Trepp
started
towards
a
set
of
towering
steel
doors
in
the
rock
ahead
.
"
Back
when
it
was
new
.
It
’
s
private
property
now
.
"
"
How
come
?
"
"
Ask
Ray
.
"
Now
it
was
Trepp
who
seemed
uninterested
in
conversation
.
It
was
almost
as
if
something
in
the
vast
structure
was
calling
a
different
part
of
her
character
into
ascendancy
.
She
drifted
to
the
doors
as
if
attracted
there
by
magnetism
.
