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Chapters (50)
  1. ABOUT THE BOOK
  2. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  3. TITLE PAGE
  4. INTRODUCTION
  5. A NOTE ON THE ILLUSTRATIONS
  6. TITUS GROAN
  7. The Hall of the Bright Carvings
  8. The Great Kitchen
  9. Swelter
  10. The Stone Lanes
  11. ‘The Spy-Hole’
  12. Fuchsia
  13. ‘Tallow and Birdseed’
  14. A Gold Ring for Titus
  15. Sepulchrave
  16. Prunesquallor’s Knee-Cap
  17. The Attic
  18. The Frivolous Cake
  19. ‘Mrs Slagg By Moonlight’
  20. Keda
  21. ‘First Blood’
  22. ‘Assemblage’
  23. ‘Titus is Christened’
  24. Means of Escape
  25. ‘A Field of Flagstones’
  26. ‘Over the Roofscape’
  27. ‘Near and Far’
  28. ‘Dust and Ivy’
  29. ‘The Body by the Window’
  30. ‘Ullage of Sunflower’
  31. Soap for Greasepaint
  32. At the Prunesquallors
  33. A Gift of the Gab
  34. While the Old Nurse Dozes
  35. Flay Brings a Message
  36. The Library
  37. In a Lime-Green Light
  38. Reintroducing the Twins
  39. ‘The Fir-Cones’
  40. Keda and Rantel
  41. The Room of Roots
  42. ‘Inklings of Glory’
  43. ‘Preparations for Arson’
  44. The Grotto
  45. Knives in the Moon
  46. ‘The Sun Goes Down Again’
  47. ‘Meanwhile’
  48. ‘The Burning’
  49. And Horses Took Them Home
  50. COVER

It had been Keda’s hope that she would be able to reach her house, the house which was hers through the death of her old husband, without having to move into the lamplight and be recognized by a passing Dweller, but now she did not mind. It seemed to her that the beauty that filled her was keener than the edge of a sword and as sure a protection against calumny and gossip, the jealousies and underground hatreds which she had once feared.

What was it that had come over her? she wondered. A recklessness alien to the whole quietness of her nature startled but fascinated her. This, the very moment which she had anticipated would fill her with anxiety – when the problems, to escape which she had taken refuge in the castle, would lower themselves over her like an impenetrable fog and frighten her – was now an evening of leaves and flame, a night of ripples.

She walked on. From behind the rough wooden doors of many of the dwellings she could hear the heavy voices of those within. She now came to the long lane that led directly up to the sheer outer wall of Gormenghast. This lane was a little broader than most, being about nine feet wide and broadening at times to almost twelve. It was the highway of the Dwellers, and the daily rendezvous for groups of the Bright Carvers. Old women and men would sit at the doors, or hobble on their errands, and the children play in the dust in the shifting shadow of the great Wall that edged by degrees along the street until by evening it had swallowed the long highway and the lamps were lit. Upon the flat roof of many of the dwellings a carving would be placed, and on evenings of sunset the easterly line of those wooden forms would smoulder and burn and the westerly line against the light in the sky would stand in jet-black silhouette, showing the sweeping outlines and the harsh angles which the Dwellers delighted in contrasting.

These carvings were now lost in the upper darkness above the door lamps, and Keda, remembering them as she walked, peered in vain for a glimpse of them against the sky.