She winced, the mere thought of her own sickness suddenly confusing her and muddling her mind.
"What does the Temple do that would require a team of doctors, a big team of brilliant men ever ready at Gregory's command? Research geniuses with microscopes and all kinds of equipment?"
"I don't know," she said again. "Of course one time they did contemplate a line of products, you know, trash like spiritually cleansing shampoo and 'wash away evil vibrations soap'-"
I laughed, I couldn't help it. She smiled.
"But we talked him out of that. He struck some incredibly lucrative deal with a New York designer for all the stock at his resorts and on his boats, and in his jungles ..."
"There we are again, boats, planes, jungles, doctors, a necklace, a twin brother."
"What are you saying?"
"Look, Rachel, an identical twin is not just a brother, he is a duplicate of the man, and here we have a twin unknown to the world, and not recognized every day of the week perhaps because he wears me beard and the locks of the Hasidim. There are things one can do with an identical twin."
She stared at me. She was silent. Then a wince of pain came again.
"Look, I have to have water," I said. "I'll bring you some water."
"That would be good. Cold water. My throat is sore, I can't . . ."
She sank back down.
I hurried through the beautiful garden, and entered what seemed a grand storage place for fine foods, and sure enough, there were plastic bottles of water galore in the refrigerator. I brought two of these bottles and a lovely crystal glass which I picked off a shelf.
I sat down by her and gave her water first. She had covered herself now. She drank. I drank.
I really was exhausted. This was not the time to be exhausted, not the time to risk sleeping and letting this body disappear. I drank more of the water, and I wondered what had come out of my body into her, had it been real seed, or just a semblance?
I remembered something about Samuel. Samuel laughing at the Catholic nuns who claimed to be made pregnant by spirits. I remembered that from Strasbourg and then another lovely memory came, it was all sensory, it had to do with Zurvan, and I remember him saying, 'You can do it, yes, but it will take away your energy and you are never to seek a woman without my permission.' "
I couldn't remember the speaker, only the love, and the garden and the words, and how much it was like this. It will take away your energy. I had to stay awake.
"What if we're wrong?" she said. "And he had nothing to do with Esther's death. He's a man who uses everything. He used her death but that doesn't mean-"
"The Rebbe said he killed her. I think he killed her. But there's more at stake. This temple of his, does it preach anything unique or of unique value?"
"Not really; as I explained, he invented the creed with a computer program. It's the nearest thing to a creedless creed you can imagine."
She sighed. She told me there was a dressing gown in the closet. Would I bring it to her? She was feeling a little cold. She said there were robes, too, if I wanted them. I did, but not because I was cold. It was a Persian or Babylonian disinclination to be naked.
I found a thick blue robe that fell to the floor, with a tie for the waist, and wrapped myself in this, feeling a little trapped, but it was fine for now, and I needed all my power.
I brought the negligee to her. It was gold like so much in the room, and pure silk and full of beaded work rather like that of the dark scarf. She sat up and I helped her put it on, and I buttoned the pearl buttons for her, and then tied the sash. I buttoned the pearls at her wrists.
She stared at me.
"I have something else," she said, "that I want you to know."
"Tell me," I said, sitting beside her and taking her hand.
"Gregory called me tonight right before the plane landed in Miami. He told me you killed Esther. He said you were seen at the scene of the crime. I'd seen your picture in the magazine, but I knew it was a stupid lie. I was about to hang up on him. It's useless, you know, asking him to be reasonable, but then he really went off the deep end. He said you were a ghost, and you needed to take Esther's place in the world, that's how you got in."
"That is trash!" I whispered. "He is a smooth-tongued man."
"That's what I thought. I just didn't believe it. But something seemed very certain to me then. You are here because of Esther's death. You are, and you're here to kill Gregory. I wish you would promise me, whatever happens, you'll kill him. I know it's a terrible thing I'm saying."
"Not to me," I said. "I would like to kill him but not before this mystery is solved."
"Can you possibly see to Nathan? See that he's safe?"
"I can do that," I said, "but I have grave suspicions on that. Never mind. Be assured, whatever happens, I will get to the bottom of it, and Gregory will pay with his life."
"Laboratories," she said. "You know he's crazy, Gregory. He believes he is here to save the world. He goes to other countries, he asks for reception by dictators and establishes temples in countries that. . . and then all this about terrorism. You know," she said as she lay back down on the pillows. "You can't go wrong killing him. This Temple is a racket. It's garbage, and it bleeds people, takes their savings, their fortunes ..."
She closed her eyes, and suddenly went still, so still that her eyes half-opened and I could see only the whites.
"Rachel!" I said. "Rachel!" I shook her shoulder.
"I'm alive, Azriel," she said softly without moving anything but her lips. Her dark brows moved just a little. She didn't open her eyes. "I'm here," she said. "Will you cover me, Azriel? Even now I'm cold. It's warm, isn't it?"
"The breeze is wondrously warm," I said.
"Open all the windows then. But cover me. What is it? What's the matter with you?"
All the windows were open, even the big window doors to my left that looked out on a terrace above the ocean. But I didn't disturb her by saying so.
I was suddenly startled. I noticed her arms for the first time. Really beheld them beneath the sheer silk.
"Your arms, I've covered them with bruises! Look what I've done to you."
"That doesn't matter," she said. "That's nothing. It's only one of the drugs thinning the blood, makes me bruise without feeling it. I loved it, your being in my arms. Come here, will you stay with me?
You know, I suspect I'm going to die right away. I left behind all the drugs that were keeping me going."