Chapter 100

THE BREEZE of their entry into the dining room stirred the flames of the candles and the warmers. Starling had only seen the dining room in passage and it was wonderful to see the room transformed. Bright, inviting. Tall crystal repeating the candle flames above the creamy napery at their places and the. space reduced to intimate size with a screen of flowers shutting off the rest of the table.

Dr Lecter had brought his flat silver from the warmer at the last minute and when Starling explored her place setting, she felt in the handle of her knife an almost feverish heat.

Dr Lecter poured wine and gave her only a tiny arrcuse-gueule to eat for starters, a single Belon oyster and a morsel of sausage, as he had to sit over half a glass of wine and admire her in the context of his table.

The height of his candlesticks was exactly right. The flames lit the deeps of her decollete and he did not have to be vigilant about her sleeves.

" What are we having? "

He raised his finger to his lips. " You never ask, it spoils the surprise. "

They talked about the trimming of crow quills and their effect on the voice of a harpsichord, and only for a moment did she recall a crow robbing her mother's service cart on a motel balcony long ago. From a distance she judged the memory irrelevant to this pleasant time and she deliberately set it aside.

" Hungry? "

" Yes! "

" Then we'll have our first course. "

Dr Lecter moved a single tray from the sideboard to a space beside his place at the table and rolled a service cart to tableside. Here were his pans, his burners, and his condiments in little crystal bowls.

He fired up his burners and began with a goodly knob of Charante butter in his copper fait-tout saucepan, swirling the melting butter and browning the butterfat to make beurre-noisette. When it was the brown of a hazelnut, he set the butter aside on a trivet.

He smiled at Starling, his teeth very white.

" Clarice, do you recall what we said about pleasant and unpleasant remarks, and things being very funny in context? "

" That butter smells wonderful. Yes, I remember. "

" And do you remember who you saw in the mirror, how splendid she was? "

" Dr Lecter, if you don't mind my saying so this is getting a little Dick and Jane. I remember perfectly. "

" Good. Mr. Krendler is joining us for our first course.

Dr Letter moved the large flower arrangement from the table to the sideboard.

Deputy-Assistant Inspector General Paul Krendler, in the flesh, sat at the table in a stout oak armchair. Krendler opened his eyes wide and looked about. He wore his runner's headband and a very nice funeral tuxedo, with integral shirt and tie. The garment being split up the back, Dr Letter had been able to sort of tuck it around him, covering the yards of duct tape that held him to the chair…Starling's eyelids might have lowered a fraction and her lips slightly pursed as they sometimes did on the firing range.

Now Dr Letter took a pair of silver tongs from the sideboard and peeled off the tape covering Krendler's mouth.

" Good evening, again, Mr. Krendler. "

" Good evening. "

Krendler did not seem to be quite himself. His place was set with a small tureen.

" Would you like to say good evening to Ms Starling? "

" Hello, Starling. "

He seemed to brighten. " I always wanted to watch you eat. "

Starling took him in from a distance, as though she were the wise old pier glass watching. " Hello, Mr. Krendler. "

She raised her face to Dr Letter, busy with his pans. " How did you ever catch him? "

" Mr. Krendler is on his way to an important conference about his future in politics, " Dr Letter said. " Margot Verger invited him as a favor to me. Sort of a quid pro quo. Mr. Krendler jogged up to the pad in Rock Creek Park to meet the Verger helicopter. But he caught a ride with me instead. Would you like to say grace before our meal, Mr. Krendler. Mr. Krendler? "

" Grace? Yes. "

Krendler closed his eyes. " Father, we thank thee for the blessings we are about to receive and we dedicate them to Thy, service. Starling is a big girl to be fucking her daddy even if she is southern. Please forgive her for that and bring her to my service. In Jesus' name, amen. "

Starling noted that Dr Letter kept his eyes piously closed throughout the prayer.

She felt quick and calm. " Paul, I have to tell you, the Apostle Paul, couldn't have done better. He hated women too. He should have been named Appall. "

" You really blew it this time, Starling. You'll never be reinstated. "

" Was that a job offer you worked into the blessing? I never saw such tact. "

" I'm going to Congress. "

Krendler smiled unpleasantly. " Come around the campaign headquarters, I might find something for you to do. You could be an office girl. Can you type and file? "

" Certainly. "

" Can you take dictation? "

" I use voice-recognition software, " Starling said. She continued in a. judicious tone. " If you'll excuse me for talking shop at the table, you aren't fast enough to steal in Congress. You can't make up for a second-rate intelligence just by playing dirty. You'd last longer as a big crook's gofer. "

" Don't wait on us, Mr. Krendler, " Dr Letter urged. " Have some of your broth while it's hot. "

He raised, the covered potager and straw to Krendler's lips.

Krendler made a face. " That soup's not very good. "

" Actually, it's more of a parsley and thyme infusion, " the doctor said, " and more for our sake than yours. Have another few swallows, and let it circulate. "

Starling apparently was weighing an issue, using her palms like the Scales of Justice. " You know, Mr. Krendler, every time you ever leered at me, I had the nagging feeling I had done something to deserve it. "

She moved her palms up and down judiciously, a motion similar to passing a Slinky back and forth. " I didn't deserve it. Every time you wrote something negative in my personnel folder, I resented it, but still I searched myself. I doubted myself for a moment, and tried to scratch this tiny itch that said Daddy knows best.

" You don't know best, Mr. Krendler. In fact, you don't know anything. "

Starling had a sip of her splendid white Burgundy and said to Dr Lecter, " I love this. But I think we should take it off the ice. "

She turned again, attentive hostess, to her guest. " You are forever an… an oaf, and beneath notice, " she said in a pleasant tone. " And that's enough about you at this lovely table. Since you are Dr Lecter's guest, I hope you enjoy the meal. "

" Who are you anyway? " Krendler said. " You're not Starling. You've got the spot on your face, but you're not Starling. "

Dr Lecter added shallots to his hot browned butter and at the instant their perfume rose, he put in minced caper berries. He set the saucepan off the fire, and set his saut& #233; pan on the heat. From the sideboard he took a large crystal bowl of ice cold water and a silver salver and put them beside Paul Krendler.

" I had some plans for that smart mouth, " Krendler said, " but I'd never hire you now. Who gave you an appointment anyway? "

" I don't expect you to change your attitude entirely as the other Paul did, Mr. Krendler, " Dr Lecter said. " You are not on the road to Damascus, or even on the road to the Verger helicopter. "

Dr Lecter took off Krendler's runner's headband as you would remove the rubber band from a tin of caviar.

" All we ask is that you keep an open mind. "

Carefully, using both hands, Dr Lecter lifted off the top of Krendler's head, put it on the salver and removed it to the sideboard. Hardly a drop of blood fell from the clean incision, the major blood vessels having been tied and the others neatly sealed under a local anesthetic, and the skull sawn around in. the kitchen a half-hour before the meal.

Dr Lecter's method in removing the top of Krendler's skull was as old as Egyptian medicine, except that he had the advantage of an autopsy saw with cranial blade, a skull key and better anesthetics. The brain itself feels no pain.

The pinky-gray dome of Krendler's brain was visible above his truncated skull.

Standing over Krendler with an instrument resembling a tonsil spoon, Dr Lecter removed a slice of Krendler's prefrontal lobe, then another, until he had four. Krendler's eyes looked up as though he were following what was going on. Dr Lecter placed the slices in the bowl of ice water, the water acidulated with the juice of a lemon, in order to firm them.

" Would you like to swing on a star, " Krendler sang abruptly. " Carry moonbeams home in a jar. "

In classic cuisine, brains are soaked and then pressed and chilled overnight to firm them. In dealing with the item absolutely fresh, the challenge is to prevent the material from simply disintegrating into a handful of lumpy gelatin.

With splendid dexterity, the doctor brought the firmed slices to a plate, dredged them lightly in seasoned flour, and then in fresh brioche crumbs.

He grated a fresh black truffle into his sauce and finished it with a squeeze of lemon juice.

Quickly he saut& #233; ed the slices until they were just brown on each side.

" Smells great! " Krendler said.

Dr Lector placed the browned brains on broad croutons on the warmed plates, and dressed them with the sauce and truffle slices. A garnish of parsley and whole caper berries with their stems, and a single nasturtium blossom on watercress to achieve a little height, completed his presentation.

" How is it? " Krendler asked, once again behind the flowers and speaking immoderately loud, as persons with lobotomies are prone to do.

" Really excellent, " Starling said. " I've never had caper berries before. "

Dr Lector found the shine of butter sauce on her lip intensely moving.

Krendler sang behind the greens, mostly day-care songs, and he invited requests.

Oblivious to him, Dr Lector and Starling discussed Mischa. Starling knew of the doctor's sister's fate from their conversations about loss, but now the doctor spoke in a hopeful way about her possible return. It did not seem unreasonable to Starling on this evening that Mischa might return She expressed the hope that she might meet Mischa.

" You could never answer the phone in my office.

You sound like a cornbread country cunt, " Krendler yelled through the flowers.

" See if I sound like Oliver Twist when I ask for MORE, " Starling replied, releasing in Dr Lector glee he could scarcely contain…A second helping consumed most of the frontal lobe, back nearly to the premotor cortex. Krendler was reduced to irrelevant observations about things in his immediate vision and the tuneless recitation behind the flowers of a lengthy lewd verse called " Shine. "

Absorbed in their talk, Starling and Lector were no more disturbed than they would have been by the singing of happy birthday at another table in a restaurant, but when Krendler's volume became intrusive, Dr Lector retrieved his crossbow from a corner.

" I want you to listen to the sound of this stringed instrument, Clarice. "

He waited for a moment of silence from Krendler and shot a bolt across the table through the tall flowers.

" That particular frequency of the crossbow string, should you hear it again in any context, means only your complete freedom and peace and self- sufficiency, " Dr Lector said.

The feathers and part of the shaft remained on the visible side of the flower arrangement and moved at more or less the pace of a baton directing a heart.

And if, as you say, there's room in me for my father, why is there not room in you for Mischa? "

Dr Lecter seemed pleased, whether with the idea, or with Starling's resource is impossible to say. Perhaps he felt a vague concern that he had built better than he knew.

When she replaced her glass on the table beside her, she pushed off her coffee cup and it shattered on the hearth. She did not look down at it.

Dr Lecter watched the shards, and they were still.

" I don't think you have to make up your mind right this minute, " Starling said. Her eyes and the cabochons shone in the firelight. A sigh from the fire, the warmth of the fire through her gown, and there came to Starling a passing memory – Dr Lecter, so long ago, asking Senator Martin if she breast fed her daughter. A jeweled movement turning in Starling's unnatural calm: For an instant many windows in her mind aligned and she saw far across her own experience. She said, " Hannibal Lecter, did your mother feed you at her breast? "

" Yes. "

" Did you ever feel that you had to relinquish the breast to Mischa? Did you ever feel you were required to give it up for her? "

A beat. " I don't recall that, Clarice. If I gave it up, I did it gladly. "

Clarice Starling reached her cupped hand into the deep neckline of her gown and freed her breast, quickly peaky in the open air. " You don't have to give up this one, " she said. Looking always into his eyes, with her trigger finger she took warm Chateau d'Yquem from her mouth and a thick sweet drop suspended from her nipple like a golden cabochon and trembled with her breathing.

He came swiftly- from his chair to her, went on a knee before her chair, and bent to her coral and cream in the firelight his dark sleek head.

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