Chapters (50)
- ABOUT THE BOOK
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- TITLE PAGE
- INTRODUCTION
- A NOTE ON THE ILLUSTRATIONS
- TITUS GROAN
- The Hall of the Bright Carvings
- The Great Kitchen
- Swelter
- The Stone Lanes
- ‘The Spy-Hole’
- Fuchsia
- ‘Tallow and Birdseed’
- A Gold Ring for Titus
- Sepulchrave
- Prunesquallor’s Knee-Cap
- The Attic
- The Frivolous Cake
- ‘Mrs Slagg By Moonlight’
- Keda
- ‘First Blood’
- ‘Assemblage’
- ‘Titus is Christened’
- Means of Escape
- ‘A Field of Flagstones’
- ‘Over the Roofscape’
- ‘Near and Far’
- ‘Dust and Ivy’
- ‘The Body by the Window’
- ‘Ullage of Sunflower’
- Soap for Greasepaint
- At the Prunesquallors
- A Gift of the Gab
- While the Old Nurse Dozes
- Flay Brings a Message
- The Library
- In a Lime-Green Light
- Reintroducing the Twins
- ‘The Fir-Cones’
- Keda and Rantel
- The Room of Roots
- ‘Inklings of Glory’
- ‘Preparations for Arson’
- The Grotto
- Knives in the Moon
- ‘The Sun Goes Down Again’
- ‘Meanwhile’
- ‘The Burning’
- And Horses Took Them Home
- COVER
Flay took out his watch again and, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, arose to his feet. As he did so, he upset a plate at the side of his chair and it fell and broke on the floor. At the sound he started and clutched the back of the chair and his hand shook. Titus screwed his face up at the noise as though about to cry, but changed his mind.
Fuchsia was surprised at so obvious a sign of agitation in Flay whom she had known since her childhood and on whom she had never before noticed any sign of nerves.
‘Why are you shaking?’ she said. ‘You never used to shake.’
Flay pulled himself together and then sat down suddenly again, and turned his expressionless face to Fuchsia. ‘It’s the night,’ he said tonelessly. ‘No sleep, Lady Fuchsia.’ And he gave a ghastly mirthless laugh like something rusty being scraped by a knife.
Suddenly he had regained his feet again and was standing by the door. He opened it very gradually and peered through the aperture before he began to disappear inch by inch, and the door clicked finally upon him.
‘Nine o’clock,’ said Nannie tremulously. ‘What does your father want with my little Lordship at nine o’clock? Oh, my poor heart, what does he want him for?’
But Fuchsia, tired out from her long day among the dripping woods was once more fast asleep, the red firelight flickering to and fro across her lolling head.
The Library
THE LIBRARY
The library of Gormenghast was situated in the castle’s Eastern wing which protruded like a narrow peninsula for a distance out of all proportion to the grey hinterland of buildings from which it grew. It was from about midway along this attenuated East wing that the Tower of Flints arose in scarred and lofty sovereignty over all the towers of Gormenghast.
At one time this Tower had formed the termination of the Eastern wing, but succeeding generations had added to it. On its further side the additions had begun a tradition and had created the precedent for Experiment, for many an ancestor of Lord Groan had given way to an architectural whim and made an incongruous addition. Some of these additions had not even continued the Easterly direction in which the original wing had started, for at several points the buildings veered off into curves or shot out at right angles before returning to continue the main trend of stone.