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if you wouldn’t mind waiting—please take a look around the Palaces for an hour or two, and go up to the Pyramid whenever you please. I’ll try to be there by four o’clock, but I’m sure you’ll understand if I’m a little late.”
    I opened my mouth as if to reply, but she had released my hand as soon as she reached the end of her sentence, and I knew that she neither wanted nor expected a reply—not even the merest sign of assent. The Queen had spoken; I, her subject, had only to obey. Still in the grip of the current that was flowing onwards and outwards, I found myself outside, in the soft spring sunlight, amid the sweet scents and the black butterflies. Was it only an illusion that the latter now seemed more abundant?
    Helplessly, I checked my watch. It was ten past one; the ceremony had begun at noon. Rosalind expected me to kick my heels for the best part of three hours—and then to forgive her if she was “a little late.”
    â€œWell,” said Professor Crowthorne, “ that ’s quite a privilege.”
    â€œIs it?” replied, automatically. My voice was a trifle hoarse, so the acid sarcasm didn’t quite come out as intended.
    â€œWhat do you suppose she wants?” the professor asked, curiously.
    What do you think she wants, you silly old fool? I didn’t reply. Aloud, and meekly, all I said was: “I expect she wants to ask me about Rowland. She probably imagines that we’re still in touch. She wants to ask me why he’s not here—she probably thinks he told me that he wasn’t going to come, and left it to me to explain why.”
    â€œI was surprised when he didn’t come in with the rest of the family,” the professor observed, although he’d already expressed his surprise more eloquently than any mere report could contrive. Reaching for even deeper levels of banality, he added: “A pity, that—I was hoping to see him. Surely he must have warned his mother that he wasn’t going to be here, though?”
    I shouldn’t have come , I thought. “Actually,” I said, “Rowland being Rowland, I’d have been surprised if he had given Rosalind prior notice of his absence. But I’m genuinely surprised that he isn’t here. I expected him to be here. I suppose I’m not surprised that he didn’t warn me either—but I wish he had.”
    â€œRather bad form, in my opinion,” Professor Crowthorne continued. “I mean, there’s nothing unusual about boys falling out with their mothers, especially when their mothers are as…forceful…as Ms. Usher—but missing your own sister’s funeral! And the closest sister of them all! I know they weren’t really twins, in the sense that they shared a womb, but they were the same age.”
    Rowland and Magdalen had been incubated ectogenetically, and they were the produce of different sperm-donors, but they had, indeed, been born within a few hours of one another, having always been envisaged as a pair: a dedicated symbiotic unit.
    â€œHow old are you and Rowland now?” the professor went on, when I didn’t step in to fill his pause. “Thirty-six? Thirty-seven? Too old to be nursing adolescent grudges, that’s for sure. This could have been a golden opportunity to build bridges, mend fences, heal wounds. Rowland should have been here, for his own sake as well as his mother’s.”
    And mine , I thought. “It’s not that easy,” I said, weakly. “We’re in a brave new world now. The old clichés don’t apply any more.”
    â€œAre you quoting Shakespeare or Huxley?” he asked, although the obvious answer was both. “Either way, you’re wrong. The whole point of the Usher family’s endeavors has been to save and preserve the civilization we took thousands of years to build, and they succeeded. They weren’t alone, of course, but there