He would take care of Jack Sawyer - and the Talisman - all by himself.
CHAPTER 45 In Which Many Things Are
Resolved on the Beach
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Sunlight Gardener ran dementedly toward Jack, blood streaming down his mutilated face. He was the center of a devastated madness. Under bright blistering sunshine for the first time in what must have been decades, Point Venuti was a ruin of collapsed buildings and broken pipes and sidewalks heaved up like books tilting and leaning on a shelf. Actual books lay here and there, their ripped jackets fluttering in raw seams of earth. Behind Jack the Agincourt Hotel uttered a sound uncannily like a groan; then Jack heard the sound of a thousand boards collapsing in on themselves, of walls tipping over in a shower of snapped lath and plaster-dust. The boy was faintly conscious of the beelike figure of Morgan Sloat slipping down the beach and realized with a stab of unease that his adversary was going toward Speedy Parker - or Speedy's corpse.
'He's got a knife, Jack,' Richard whispered.
Gardener's ruined hand carelessly smeared blood on his once-spotless white silk shirt. 'EEEEEEVIL!' he screeched, his voice still faint over the constant pounding of the water on the beach and the continuing, though intermittent, noises of destruction. 'EEEEEEEEEEE . . .'
'What are you going to do?' Richard asked.
'How should I know?' Jack answered - it was the best, truest answer he could give. He had no idea of how he could defeat this madman. Yet he would defeat him. He was certain of that. 'You shoulda killed both of the Ellis brothers,' Jack said to himself.
Gardener, still shrieking, came racing across the sand. He was even now a good distance away, about halfway between the end of the fence and the front of the hotel. A red mask covered half his face. His useless left hand leaked a steady spattering stream of blood onto the sandy ground. The distance between the madman and the boys seemed to halve in a second. Was Morgan Sloat on the beach by now? Jack felt an urgency like the Talisman's, pushing him forward; pushing him on.
'Evil! Axiomatic! Evil!' Gardener screamed.
'Flip!' Richard loudly said -
and Jack
sidestepped
as he had inside the black hotel.
And then found himself standing in front of Osmond in blistering Territories sunlight. Most of his certainty abruptly left him. Everything was the same but everything was different. Without looking, he knew that behind him was something much worse than the Agincourt - he had never seen the exterior of the castle the hotel became in the Territories, but he suddenly knew that through the great front doors a tongue was coiling out for him . . . and that Osmond was going to drive him and Richard back toward it.
Osmond wore a patch over his right eye and a stained glove on his left hand. The complicated tendrils of his whip came slithering off his shoulder. 'Oh, yes,' he half-hissed, half-whispered. 'This boy. Captain Farren's boy.' Jack pulled the Talisman protectively into his belly. The intricacies of the whip slid over the ground, as responsive to Osmond's minute movements of hand and wrist as is a racehorse to the hand of the jockey. 'What does it profit a boy to gain a glass bauble if he loses the world?' The whip seemed almost to lift itself off the ground. 'NOTHING! NAUGHT!' Osmond's true smell, that of rot and filth and hidden corruption, boomed out, and his lean crazy face somehow rippled, as if a lightning-bolt had cracked beneath it. He smiled brightly, emptily, and raised the coiling whip above his shoulder.
'Goat's-penis,' Osmond said, almost lovingly. The thongs of the whip came singing down toward Jack, who stepped backward, though not far enough, in a sudden sparkling panic.
Richard's hand gripped his shoulder as he flipped again, and the horrible, somehow laughing noise of the whip instantly erased itself from the air.
Knife! he heard Speedy say.
Fighting his instincts, Jack stepped inside the space where the whip had been, not backward as almost all of him wished to do. Richard's hand fell away from the ridge of his shoulder, and Speedy's voice went wailing and lost. Jack clutched the glowing Talisman into his belly with his left hand and reached up with his right. His fingers closed magically around a bony wrist.
Sunlight Gardener giggled.
'JACK!' Richard bellowed behind him.
He was standing in this world again, under streaming cleansing light, and Sunlight Gardener's knife hand was straining down toward him. Gardener's ruined face hung only inches from his own. A smell as of garbage and long-dead animals left on the road blanketed them. 'Naught,' Gardener said. 'Can you give me hallelujah?' He pushed down with the elegant lethal knife, and Jack managed to hold it back.
'JACK!' Richard yelled again.
Sunlight Gardener stared at him with a bright birdlike air. He continued to push down with his knife.
Don't you know what Sunlight done? said Speedy's voice. Don't you yet?
Jack looked straight into Gardener's crazily dancing eye. Yes.