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mounting excitement. He crossed back to the bed and lay back across it, as he
had lain while listening to the musician play, with his head and shoulders
braced up against the wall behind it. And put the instrument back to his mouth
and played, this time not caring about volume. Certainly if neigh-bors
heard, they'd think it was Otto, and they would be accus-tomed to
hearing Otto play late at night.
He thought of some of the tunes he'd heard in the wine cel-lar, and his
fingers played them. In ecstasy, he relaxed and played as he had never played
a clarinet.
Again, as when Otto had played, he was struck by the purity and richness of
the tone, so like the chalumeau register of his own clarinet, but extending
even to the highest notes.
He played, and a thousand sounds blended into one. Again the sweet melody of
paradoxes, black and white blending into a beautiful radiant gray of haunting
music.
And then, seemingly without transition, he found himself playing a strange
tune, one hed never heard before. But one that he knew instinctively
belonged to this
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wonderful instru-ment. A calling, beckoning tune, as had been the music Otto
had played when the girls, real or imaginary, had click-clicked their
way to him, but different this was it a sinister instead of a sensual
feeling underlying it?
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But it was beautiful and he couldnt have stopped the dance of his
fingers or
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stopped giving it life with his breath if hed tried.
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And then, over or under the music, he heard another sound. Not
this time a click-click of high heels but a scraping, scrabbling sound, as
of thousands of tiny clawed feet. And he saw them as they spilled suddenly
out of many holes in the wood-work that he had not before noticed, and
ran to the bed and jumped upon it.
And with paralyzing suddenness the bits and pieces fell into place and by an
effort that was to be the last of his life Dooley tore the
accursed instrument from his mouth, and opened his mouth to scream. But
they were all around him now, all over him: great ones, tawny ones, small
ones, lean ones, black ones . . . And before he could scream out of his opened
mouth the largest black rat, the one who led them, leaped up and closed its
sharp teeth in the end of his tongue and held on, and the scream aborning
gurgled into silence.
And the sound of feasting lasted far into the night in Ham-elin town.
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