Giselle, as well, cast a restless eye at these malefic existences. Dressed as was Beheim in baggy fabric pants and a man’s laborer coat, her hair stuck up, she had the appearance of a lovely youngster, and her feebleness amidst this abusive and freak math had never been more clear. However he had not had any desire to include her in the pursuit, he could trust nobody else to be his accessory, and this easy dismissal for her prosperity made him imagine that Alexandra may have been correct, that his anxiety for Giselle would before long be offset by different goals. As they fell through the break in the divider and started climbing a torchlit step, he thought about sending her back to hang tight for him, yet he was unable to force himself to chance passage into Felipe’s condos without having somebody to stand watch, thus he drove her along the passageway at the highest point of the steps, past the locked metal-bound entryways behind which the pale progression of the undead was taking their simplicity. It was cold and moist in the passage; licks of torchlight cut the delay shadows. Strolling along the thin path, feeling the ragged slants in the stone underneath his feet, Beheim felt he had left behind the edified present and entered a savage past. Why, he pondered, did the masters of the Family hazard bare blazes for light when lamps would have safeguarded them from the chance of a human mishap? Do some fear wistfulness, maybe, or an assertion of their contempt for hazard, their certainty that they could defeat any threat, even those willful? Beheim himself shrank from the lights. The popping of the blazes appeared to communicate a language of threat. Once he had opened Felipe’s entryway, he stood listening for a second. Past the niche was a passage initiating to one side. From past the shut entryway at its end gave the pants and cries of demanding lovemaking. He taught Giselle to take one of the lights from its iron attachment on the divider outside and remain at the passage to the hall. “On the off chance that anybody comes,” he murmured, “escape to Lord Agenor. He will ensure you. Utilize the light against any individual who tries to hurt you. Do you comprehend?” Her jaw shuddered, yet she gestured. “Try not to stop for a second in case you are compromised,” he said, seeing that she was not focusing on the current matter, yet was debilitated by supposition and worry for him. “If anybody attempts to hurt you, consume him. Then, at that point discover Agenor. You will be protected with him.” “Yet you,” she said, “what will—” “Hush up!” he murmured, furious both at her shortcoming and himself for exploiting that shortcoming, for utilizing her so after having sold out her with another lady… however he would not think of it as a genuine selling out. Regardless, he figured, he may now consider the demonstration of having intercourse with Giselle a double-crossing, a demonstration of lack of respect for something of more noteworthy import and better potential. She drew back from his demonstration of outrage, clenching down on her lower lip, a signal that again loaned her the part of a physically gifted youngster. Like Beheim’s quarters, Felipe’s family room contained substantial, dim furnishings and lamps and antiquated, practically garbled embroidered works of art; the shadows cast by the faint lighting were simple smears on a blurred Persian floor covering with an example of indigo and rose and brown. However he didn’t have a clue what to search for, however, he made careful arrangements to make no clamor, realizing that Felipe’s ears were sharp, he went hastily about the pursuit, more invigorated than apprehensive, similar to an acknowledged kid dare. He bobbled through the substance of a composing work area, a mahogany bureau, and a little oak chest, yet could discover no proof of the Valea pioneer’s complicity in the homicide. A hunt of the worker’s room, as well, yielded nothing, as did a superficial assessment of a third and last room—an examination—which didn’t seem to have been involved in some time, every one of the goods and the enormous globe and the book-fixed racks being furred with dim residue. Layers of spider webs overlaid the hatbox-sized squares of stone that made the dividers.