A few of them began to move in the general direction of the house； attempting to seem casual； but fixing their silvery eyes on their destination。
A bank of cloud had e in off the Pacific and covered both moon and stars。 On the ridge of the opposite side of the Canyon some of the grotesque offspring of these weary beauties began a wordless howling in the darkness。 The sound was loud enough to carry down the hill to Sunset and the Beverly Hill flats。 Several valets parking cars for a private party on Rexford Drive paused to ment on the weird din from up in the hills； a couple of patients； close to death at Cedars…Sinai； called for their priests； a man who lived next door to the house on Van Nuys where Lyle and Eric Menendez had murdered their mother and father； decided…hearing the sound…to give up screenwriting and move back to Wisconsin。
Todd heard it too； of course。
〃What in God's name is that？〃
He and Katya were deep in the bowels of the house； in a place he had never known existed； much less explored。
〃Take no notice；〃 Katya told him； as the noise came again； even louder and more plaintive。 〃Whatever it is； it's out there； it's not in here with us。〃 She took hold of his arm； and kissed his cheek。 He could smell Ava on her。 His erection still throbbed。 〃Are you ready？〃 she said to him。
〃Ready for what？〃
They were approaching a door just a little smaller than the front door； and similarly medieval in style。
〃On the other side of that door is something that was given to me a long time ago。 It changed my life。 As I told you； it will also change yours。 When you first get in there； it's bewildering。 You just have to trust me。 I'm going to be with you all the time； even if you can't always see me。 And I swear no harm is going to e to you。 You understand me； Todd？ This is my house。 Even this place； which will seem very remote from everything you've seen so far； is also mine。〃
He didn't know quite what to make of any of this； but his curiosity was certainly piqued。
〃So don't be afraid；〃 she told him。
〃I won't be；〃 he said； wondering what kind of game she was playing now。 She； who knew so many； what did she have up her sleeve？
As had happened so many times now； she read his thoughts。 〃This isn't a game；〃 she said。 〃Or if it is； it's the most serious game in God's creation。〃
There was surely a trace of condescension here； but what the hell？
〃I'm ready；〃 he said。
She smiled。 〃In half an hour you'll realize what an absurd thing it is you've just said；〃 she told him。
〃Why？〃
〃Because nobody can be ready for this。〃
Then she pushed open the door。
Before Tammy went to find Todd； she had to eat。 Had to。
So； while Todd was stepping over the threshold into a place that would change his life； Tammy was in the kitchen three stories above； at the open fridge； gorging on whatever her hands found。 Cold chicken； potato salad； some Chinese takeaway。
〃Do we have to do this now？〃 Zeffer said； looking around nervously。 〃She could e in here at any minute。〃
〃Yes； well let her。 I'm hungry； Willem。 In fact I'm fucking starving。 Give me a hand here； will you？〃
〃What do you want？〃
〃Something sweet。 Then I'm done。〃
He dug around on the inner shelves of the fridge and found an almost…intact cherry pie； the sight of which made Tammy coo the way most women cooed when they saw babies。 Zeffer watched her with an expression of bemusement on his face。 She was too hungry to care。 She lifted a slice of pie to her mouth； but before she could get it to her tongue； Zeffer caught hold of her wrist。
〃What？〃 she said。
〃Listen。〃
Tammy listened。 She heard nothing； so she shook her head。
〃Listen；〃 he said again； and this time she heard what he was drawing her attention to。 The windows were shaking。 So were the doors。 The cutlery on the sink was rattling； as were the plates in the cupboards。
She let the slice of pie drop from her fingers； her appetite suddenly vanished。
〃What's going on？〃 she wanted to know。
〃They're downstairs；〃 Zeffer said； his voice tinged with superstitious awe。 〃Todd and Katya。 They've gone downstairs。〃
〃What are they doing there？〃
〃You don't want to know；〃 Zeffer said hurriedly。 〃Please。 I beg you。 Let's just go。〃
The windows were shaking with mounting violence； the boards creaked beneath their feet。 It was as though the entire structure of the house was protesting about whatever was happening in its midst。
Tammy went to the kitchen sink； ran some cold water； and washed the food from around her mouth。 Then she skirted around Zeffer and headed to the door that led to the turret and the staircase。
〃Wrong direction；〃 Zeffer said。 He pointed to the other door。 〃That's the safest way out。〃
〃If Todd's down there； then that's the way I want to go；〃 Tammy said。
As she spoke she felt a blast of chilly air ing up from below。 It smelled nothing like the rest of the house； nor of the gardens outside。 Something about it made the small hairs at her nape prickle。
She looked back down at Zeffer； with a question on her face。
〃I think I need to tell you what's down there before you take one more step；〃 he said。
Outside； the spirits of the dead waited and listened。 They had heard the door that led into the Chamber of the Hunt opened； they knew some lucky fool was about to step into the Devil's Country。 If they could have stormed the house and slipped through the door ahead of him； they would have gladly done so； at any price。 But Katya had been too clever。 She had put up defenses against such a siege： five icons beaten into the threshold of each of the doors that would drive a dead soul to oblivion if they attempted to cross。 They had no choice； therefore； but to keep a respectful distance； hoping that some day the icons would lose their terrible potency； or that Katya would simply declare an amnesty upon her guests and tear the icons out of the thresholds； allowing her sometime lovers and friends back inside。
Meanwhile； they waited； and listened； and remembered what it had been like for them in the old days； when they'd been able to go back and forth into the house at will。 It had been bliss； back then： all you had to do was step into the Devil's Country and you could shed your old skin like a snake。 They'd e back to the chamber over and over； so as to restore their failing glamour； and it had dutifully soothed away their imperfections； made their limbs sleek and their eyes gleam。
All this was kept secret from the studio bosses； of course； and when on occasion a Goldwyn or a Thalberg did find out Katya made sure they was intimidated into silence。 Nobody talked about what went on in Coldheart Canyon； even to others that they might have seen there。 The stars went on about their public lives while in secret they took themselves up to Coldheart Canyon every weekend； and having smoked a little marijuana or opium； went to look at the Hunt； knowing that they would emerge rejuvenated。
There was a brief Golden Age； when the royalty of America lived a life of near…perfection； sitting in their palaces dreaming of immortality。 And why not？ It seemed they had found the means to renew their beauty whenever it grew a little tired。 So what if they had to dabble in the supernatural for their fix of perfection； it was worth the risk。
Then…but inexorably…the Golden Age began to take its toll： the lines they'd driven off their faces began to creep back again； deeper than ever； their eye…sight started to fail。 Back they went into the Devil's Country； desperate for its hearing power； but the claim of time could not be arrested。
Terrible stories started to circulate amongst the lords of Tinseltown； nightmare stories。 Somebody had woken up blind in the middle of the night； it was said； somebody else had withered before her lover's appalled eyes。 Fear gripped the Golden People； and anger too。 They blamed Katya for introducing them to this ungodly panacea； and demanded that she give them constant access to the house and the Hunt。 She； of course； refused。 This quickly led to some ugly scenes： people started appearing at the house in the Canyon in desperate states of need； beating at the door to be let in。