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
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.