by Rick Shelley
But we had not all died with Pregel.
So there was still time… but how much?
The headless body of the elf had been removed from the crypt-temporarily, no doubt-so that he would not be a distraction during this ceremony.
King Pregel's catafalque was positioned before his niche at the kings' end of the burial wall. That wall was getting crowded. Vara was in the center. At least, there was a capstone with his name and dates on it. Kings were to his left, Heroes to his right, with many more Heroes than kings. Heroes rarely lasted long. They were sought only when there was dire need for heroic efforts, and that kind of work had a high casualty rate.
Everyone got positioned in the room. Kardeen and I were right up next to the head of the catafalque. Parthet, Mother, and Joy were close. Dieth and the barons were behind them, and then all the rest of the mourners.
Baron Kardeen spoke of Pregel's life, his battles, his peaceful accomplishments, his wives and children, his love for the people of Varay, their love for him. Kardeen removed the jeweled chain from Pregel's neck then and hung it around mine.
Parthet intoned a genealogy that started with Vara and proceeded straight down the line of kings to Pregel… and then on to me.
Kardeen picked up the sword of state and stood in front of me. I extended my trembling hands palms down. Kardeen touched the top of my head and both of my shoulders with the blade while Parthet chanted some magic formula. Finally, Kardeen laid the sword across my hands so the blade touched both rings, the eagle and the signet, simultaneously. I scarcely felt the electric jolt and the influx of regal magic that the contact brought.
"The king is dead, long live the king."
Parthet whispered the formula, but everyone in the crypt, everyone in the kingdom, heard him speak.
I didn't cry until later, with just Joy to witness my tears.
I stayed in the crypt for a few minutes after the rest of the mourners left. I kept only Kardeen with me. My great-grandfather had been slid into his final resting place. A purple cloth had been draped across the opening, to await the fitting of a marble capstone later in the day.
Kardeen kept his eyes on mine while we waited for the last of the others to start up the stairs. Their echoes were a jumble of noise. Baron Kardeen remained silent, waiting.
"Just a question before we go on up for the rest of the formalities," I said when the echoes started to fade. Kardeen nodded politely.
"Supposing that there is anyone left to do the honors when the time comes, where will you put me?" I asked. "Both king and Hero. I don't suppose you'll cut me in half and divide me between the two ends."
"I trust you'll be around long after my days are done, Your Majesty," Kardeen said after a moment. "But your spot will be there." He pointed to the other long wall, to a spot in the center, precisely across from Vara.
It was my turn to nod. "I think I guessed that, way back when I first learned of the plan my parents had for me. But…" I paused, and then explained the fear that had come over me during the vigil. "Judging from the events of the last few months, that seems more likely than a second Golden Age."
Kardeen hesitated a long time before he answered. "Not all legends can be believed," he said. "We can only do what each day demands of us." He kept his voice steady, but I saw the shadow of fear that drifted past his eyes, and that was extraordinary in itself. The chamberlain always kept a tight veil over his emotions.
"I guess we should get upstairs before people start thinking that something else has happened," I said, and I started for the door. Before we left the room, I looked back along the tiers of marble headstones along the burial wall, and at the empty wall opposite it.
When we got up to the great hall, people were milling around the tables, everyone standing, waiting for me to arrive. Breakfast was being carried in from the kitchens. Joy came to me and we walked to the center of the head table together. For the first time that I could recall, the head table on the dais was completely filled. Duke Dieth, the man who had been my father's first squire and who had "held" Dorthin for me since that kingdom came to me after the death of the last Etevar, and all of the barons rated positions at the head table. We were more crowded than usual.
Eating took priority for its usual length of time. It was a quiet meal. Then there was one more bit of ceremony to go through before I could get away from all the people and find some time alone. That was in the throne room, after a side trip to Baron Kardeen's office to give everyone else time to get to the throne room and in place first-so the king could make a proper entrance.
"I hope this stage-managing isn't going to be a regular thing," I told Kardeen while we were waiting.
"However you want it," Kardeen said. "Your great-grandfather never stood much on ceremony, so…" He shrugged and smiled thinly.
"And we have so many real problems to worry about," I reminded him.
He didn't have a smile this time. "Questions but no answers."
"And maybe very little time to find the answers," I mumbled, the last of that around a yawn. "Sorry. When we get through this morning, I'm going to have to get some real rest. Then Aaron and I have to contact the Elflord of Xayber."
"About his son?"
"Only in passing, this time. Mostly, we're hoping that the elflord might be able-and willing-to tell us what we have to do to keep all three realms from coming to an end."
"I'll make arrangements to have the royal apartments prepared for you and the queen," Kardeen said, changing subjects. It was the first time I had heard Joy referred to as "the queen." I held up my hand for a moment, to give myself a chance to roll it around in my head, before I said what I had to say.
"Don't do anything in Grandfather's apartments yet. Leave them just the way they are. I'll want to look them over first." I paused, then added, "I may have some suggestions, or Joy might."
"As you wish, Majesty."
"And, please, can we dispense with as much of the formality as possible-at least when we're alone?" I had enough trouble keeping my head on straight with all the Hero jazz.
Kardeen just nodded his acceptance. "There is a traditional greeting to the barons on accession," he said after a pause to mark another change of subject. He had a copy of the greeting handy, of course. He gave me a small sheet of parchment. I read through it quickly-political-sounding stuff about doing my job and looking for the help of Vara and more of that kind of formula.
"It is also traditional to add a few words of your own at the end, words about what faces us and what your hopes are," Kardeen said. "Perhaps it might be better to say little now?"
"Better, perhaps, but I don't think we can get away with it," I said. "Everybody knows that things are in rotten shape. If I don't say anything at all, the rumors will get completely out of hand."
Kardeen considered that for a moment. "I expect you're right," he said, biting off the "Majesty" at the last instant. He glanced at the door of his office. "They should have had time to get there now."
Mother and Joy met us on the way to the throne room. Parthet and Aaron were standing outside the door. The two wizards went in first. Then Kardeen escorted Mother in and announced, "The King and Queen of Varay."
Joy and I went in.
The throne room was crowded with standing people, family, Aaron, Duke Dieth, and the barons up front, the rest wherever they had managed to squeeze in. The people hardly had room to bow when I made my entrance. I glanced at Joy and mouthed the word help at her, but she was just as caught up in the situation as I was-surprised, still in something of a state of shock. I had seen the startled look on her face at the way Kardeen announced us. I helped Joy step up onto the dais at the front of the room. There were no comfortable stairs. We got to the thrones. There was a second, slightly smaller, throne for Joy. I was sure that it had been Kardeen who thought of that touch. It was his efficient nature.
Somebody rapped on the floor with the end of a pike or something, and the bowing people straightened up as Joy and I took our seats-th
e only chairs in the room. The desk that had been in front of the throne when Pregel worked there was gone.
I had attended only one formal ceremony in the throne room before, back when Pregel announced that I was his heir designate, and there weren't nearly as many people present then. I didn't know what was expected of me mat time, and I had only the roughest idea now. Without Baron Kardeen standing by, I would have had an even stronger feeling that I was about to make a complete fool of myself again.
Someday I'm going to drive a shrink off the deep end trying to sort through my brain, I thought.
The peers of Varay. I knew them all, to one degree or another. They knew me as Hero. From the expressions I saw on the faces in front of me though, some of them had doubts about me as king. Fair enough: I had doubts about me as king too.
Baron Kardeen knelt in front of the throne and recited an oath of homage. I returned words accepting his vow and confirming him in his title and so forth. Then he moved to the side and announced Duke Dieth and then each of the barons in order of seniority. We went through the same formula time and again. No matter what the intentions of those taking part, ceremonies tend to drag themselves out beyond all reason. That's just as true in Varay as it is at Hollywood awards ceremonies.
After the last of the vows, I read the set piece Kardeen had given me and went on into my "State of the Kingdom" speech, making it up as I went along. It's not something I would force on anyone. I told them what shape we were in. There was little new in that. The peers all had a fairly good idea. I didn't gloss over the dangers, but I didn't dwell on them either. I assured everyone that there was still real hope, that we had the tools to save the day as soon as we found out what to do with them, that we had some promising leads in that regard… and two wizards to help pursue this quest. Finally, I reminded everyone about the legends of a new Golden Age when someone like me came along who was rightfully both Hero and King.
I felt like a used-car salesman feeding them that line-since I didn't believe it myself-but from the worried looks I had been seeing, I had to give them something. I felt even worse when I saw that almost everyone in the room was buying every word I said.
At least nobody led a round of three cheers for good King Gil. 4 – The Door to Nowhere
Eventually, that ordeal ended. But my work wasn't done. Resler was there after the ceremony, "begging" a few words. The Russian captain was being a most annoying guest. He had questions and demands. And so forth. The easy out for me would have been simply to tell Resler to do his best to keep our guests pacified for a couple of days, to tell him that Baron Kardeen was working on arrangements to care for the Russians until we could get them back to the other world. But taking the easy way out would hardly have looked proper on my coronation day. So I got Aaron and we made a quick trip back to Arrowroot with Resler. I talked to Captain Sekretov again. Among other things, I reminded him that none of his weapons functioned.
"We are still working on that," he said.
"I wouldn't dream of stopping you," I told him. "But another thing for you to consider. Have you looked at the stars since you've been in our waters?" The look on his face was instructive. "The constellations aren't even the same."
"You said that you could arrange for us to get home," Sekretov said, changing the subject quickly.
I nodded. "We'll do that in a day or two. Things are in quite a state here just now." I lowered my voice to add, "The king died last night."
Sekretov seemed torn between an insincere expression of sympathy and some old cant about the decadence of royalty. He finally chose to avoid both.
"We feel like prisoners here," he said after a moment.
"This is a different world, Captain," I reminded him. "The men-at-arms are for your protection. There are dangers here." I hesitated before I said, "Like dragons several times the size of your frigate." I smiled and held up a hand to abort the instinctive protest that the captain was about to make. "I know. You don't believe me, and I don't blame you in the least. But, nevertheless, there are such creatures here, and others. As for getting you home, we'll get to that as quickly as possible. I'm afraid that it means taking you through to Chicago. We don't have any direct connections with Russia from here. But I can take you to the Russian consulate in Chicago and they can take over from there."
He nodded, if reluctantly. He might not have believed a word I had told him, but he had little choice but to go along with whatever was happening.
"Relax as much as you can. There's no shortage of food and drink. Look around. You're not restricted in any way, Captain. And if you, or any of your people, decide that you'd like to stay here, you're more than welcome. Varay can always use immigrants."
As soon as Aaron and I got back to Basil, Joy and I went on through to Castle Cayenne. For a few days, at least, that would still be our home. I went to bed and slept. The phrase "I slept the sleep of the dead" keeps taunting me. It did that day too, when I finally woke about sunset, smelling food on the air. I was still tired, but in Varay, hunger is almost always more insistent. I had to eat.
"Is any of this real?" Joy asked when she saw that I was awake. She was sitting on the window seat, arms clasped around her knees. She had been watching the sunset, waiting for me to wake.
I yawned and stretched, then sat up to look at her. "It's real, I'm afraid, all of it."
"I keep telling myself that I must be crazy, that none of this can be happening, but it doesn't help."
"Maybe we can get family rates when we go into therapy," I told her. I may even have managed to put a smile behind that. "But while it lasts, we've got to accept that we're King and Queen of Varay, and that we're all up the traditional creek without a paddle."
"You don't think you're going to be able to stop-whatever it is that's happening." It didn't sound like a question.
"Yesterday…" That stopped me cold. Was it really only yesterday? I thought. It seemed impossible that so much could happen in just a little more than twenty-four hours. "Yesterday, Aaron said that I had the gun loaded but that I hadn't pulled the trigger yet. It's worse than that, though. I don't even know which way to point the gun." And then I recognized one of the things that had bothered me subconsciously about the gun analogy. Firearms only worked about thirty percent of the time in the buffer zone.
"And there's nowhere to hide, no place we can go to get away from it."
"Look, I know it all sounds crazy, that we're dealing with legends-myths-that got started so long ago that the big power in our world was the Egypt of the pharaohs, but everything so far has checked out," I said. "The odds are too heavy to hope that the threat isn't real."
I got up and started pacing. But before I could carry on with my ranting, there was a knock at the door and Lesh announced that supper was waiting.
"We're coming, just a minute," I called out. Then, more softly, so only Joy could hear me, I said, "But I've got to find a way to make sure our baby has a world to come into."
"A world?" Joy asked, getting up from the window seat.
I shrugged, hurried into clothes, ran my hands through my hair, and gestured toward the door.
"You're going down to eat looking like that?" Joy asked. "You're the king now-you can't run around looking like a bum."
T-shirt and blue jeans. I guess she was right, but I had just pulled on the first clothes that came to hand. I hurried to get myself presentable, and we went down to dinner.
Dinner was another ordeal, with everyone treating me different just because I was suddenly king. There was bowing and an overabundance of titles. I was glad when the meal was over. I was near the boiling point by then, but I knew that I couldn't take out my frustration on the people of my household.
"I've got to get away for a little bit," I told Joy when we went back upstairs. We went all of the way up to the parapets. Autumn had come to Varay. The evening was quite cool, but after the stuffy warmth of the great hall, that can be refreshing. At least there were no dragons hanging about overhead.
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sp; "Chicago?" Joy asked. "You've got those Russians to take back."
"Maybe, but not yet." I did have to get the Russians out of the way as soon as possible, and I didn't know anywhere but the other world where I could go to get away from the hoopla. But I also wasn't sure that I would be able go back to Chicago, or anywhere back in that world, ever. A memory: when I suggested that we take Pregel to that world to get him to a modern hospital, Mother said that it was impossible, that Pregel was so tied to the magic of the buffer zone that it would kill him to take him to the world I had been born in.
"Where else can we go?" Joy asked.
I took her in my arms. "I'm not talking about anything major yet, love," I said. "I just have to get off by myself for a couple of hours. Not we," I added as softly as I could. I kissed her. "I've got to find some way to come to grips with this."
Then I knew where I would go-whether it was the best place or not, the same place I always went to sort things out in my head in Varay, the crypt under Castle Basil. I had two people there to talk to now, maybe three. When the apparition of the Great Earth Mother confronted me in her shrine out on the Mist, she had initially mistaken me for Vara. "Vara, have you returned at last?" she asked me. That was another bit of legend that I was going to have to have somebody check on. If there was time.
"I think we both need a few hours alone," I told Joy. "It's a big change for both of us."
"I've had too many hours alone lately," Joy said, turning away from me for a moment. She took a couple of steps away, then turned back to face me.
"We got married, or have you forgotten that? You've been off on these damned quests, one after the other. I'm just someone you come to see for a few hours between adventures." She walked off to the other side of the tower.
"It has been like that," I agreed, following about halfway. The word "damned" coming from her was a pretty clear danger signal. Joy rarely used anything stronger than "darn," and she didn't use that often. "I'm not thrilled about it either. There's nothing I'd like better than a chance for the two of us to go off somewhere all alone together. A proper honeymoon, if nothing else."