by Rick Shelley
"We'll start coming on live folks soon," Lesh predicted, and he was right. Within an hour we saw people walking along the road. Even in disaster, they thought that there was some advantage to staying on the roads, as if help would come driving up.
Maybe it would, for some of them. Kentucky has a lot of wild country. There might be hollows that had escaped the direct effects of the bombs, even fairly close, places where people might attempt to rescue outsiders… until they started to worry more about their own supplies and long-term survival. I thought-that hospitality would run out quickly, even among most of the church groups.
"Let's move a little farther away from the road," I said. "Some of those people may have guns and the will to use them. Our horses may look like steak on the hoof."
We turned off into a valley that headed a little north of west and took us out of sight of the road. There was a trail along the bottom of the valley, but from the ruts that the rain hadn't completely washed away, it looked like only jeeps had used it in ages.
I tried to blank out any feeling, without notable success. How could anyone view such destruction without feeling it rip at their guts? I could call it a waking nightmare and write it off like that if I could, but the reality was so much worse than any nightmare, so insistent, so total, that I wanted to scream. I wanted to close my eyes and curl up in a ball and just wait for it all to go away. I wanted to run, as far and as fast as I could, anything to get away from it.
But there was no escape.
We reached an area where the trees were still standing. Autumn had come to western Kentucky even before the war, so only the evergreens still showed green. The leaves of the deciduous trees had already turned color. Most had fallen and matted the ground. I saw a few squirrels, but there were still no birds in evidence.
"It's all so dead," Timon mumbled. He was riding close behind me, leading the packhorses.
"Deader than anything you ever imagined," I said.
"There's water not far ahead," Aaron said. He was leading the way at the moment. He pointed off to his left. "I just caught a glimpse of a creek or something."
"Let's check it out. The horses could use a rest and a little time to graze," I said. "We can use a break too." We had been riding for most of the morning by then, with only a couple of very short stops.
The business of stopping, dismounting, and loosening the cinches on our horses used up a couple of minutes. Lesh and Timon linked the animals on a picket line, and
Timon was there to keep them away from the creek until they cooled off.
The creek wasn't much, just a couple of feet wide and not even that deep, but it was running water, and almost clear. I stood on the bank and stretched. My chain mail, the swords hanging across my back, even the old jeans I was wearing seemed to chafe and drag at me. Aaron came up beside me. He was wearing a shirt and trousers made in Varay out of something like sailcloth. The only weapon he wore was a small dagger on his belt. He had no wand, no pouches of paraphernalia. All Aaron needed for his wizardry was his head-eyes, mouth, and mind-and whatever special magic that initiation into the craft conferred. He didn't need props.
I turned to Aaron and had started to say something when I heard a noise, off along the creek. It sounded like a baby crying, then being silenced quickly. I listened closely and then I heard a very soft shushing sound and knew I was right.
"Is somebody there?" I called. "It's all right. We won't hurt you." And I hoped they wouldn't panic and hurt us. My danger sense got a little more active, but it didn't sound a full-blown warning.
"Do you need help?" I asked, taking a couple of steps in the direction the sounds had come from.
Aaron stepped across the stream and moved parallel to me, just a step or two at a time. With everything wet from the morning rain, we didn't make any noise. No twigs snapped or anything like that. I tried to use my danger sense to home in on the noises, but the threat wasn't great enough for me to read it that precisely.
Aaron had less trouble. He pointed, farther downstream, at my side of the creek. There was a thick area of vines that had grown around the remains of a tree that had fallen long ago and started to rot.
"It's all right," I said, not quite as loud as before. "We're not going to hurt anyone or take anything from you. If you're hungry, we have food to share."
I heard a soft whimper that was almost immediately cut off, then the rustle of vines. Aaron spotted them just a second before I did, deep in the tangled thicket. A family. The man stood up first. The woman was holding a baby, not newborn, but not more than a few months old. And there was a boy who couldn't be old enough for school. They were all wet, bedraggled, and quite obviously scared.
"I know we look strange, but really, we won't hurt you," I said.
Off to the side, perhaps even closer to the family than either Aaron or me, I heard Lesh's voice. "Sire?"
The man and woman looked off that way. Sire, I thought. That's just what we needed. As if seeing the long swords on my back wasn't enough to convince frightened people that they had fallen into the clutches of lunatics.
The man and woman looked at each other then. He shrugged.
"We have nothing left to lose but our lives," the man said. "Hard enough holding on to them now."
"Do you have a clear path out of there?" Aaron asked. His voice sounded strangely gentle, reassuring, even to me. I decided that he was weaving some sort of spell with his words.
"We crawled in, as far as we could," the man said. "Last night, hiding."
"That's why you're all scratched up then," Aaron said. "Here, I can make it easier for you to get out." He hummed, then chanted and started to sway, using a magic I had once seen Uncle Parthet use. Maybe it was the one piece of magic that had really convinced me that the buffer zone ran by different rules from this world's. The vines started to untangle themselves, opening a way along the creek from the family toward us.
"Hurry through," Aaron said when the path was complete. "It takes some effort to hold this for any time."
Maybe substituting something supernatural for them to worry about was a step in the right direction. I'm not sure. But they came through, looking more frightened the closer they got.
"My name's Gil Tyner," I said when they were free of the brambles. "My friend here is Aaron Carpenter. He's, ah, something of a wizard. There are two others waiting with our horses, Lesh and Timon. You'll meet them in a minute. And no matter how different, how strange, we look, you won't come to any harm at our hands."
"We're the good guys," Aaron said, still in that abnormally reassuring voice.
"I'm Charley Ingels," the man said. "My wife Mary. Little Charley and Marie." The children. "We were on our way to visit Mary's brother at Fort Knox when it happened."
"There's nothing left of Fort Knox," I said, trying to look sympathetic.
"We know," Charley said. "We went on as long as we could, then we had to turn back. We ran out of gas. I didn't want to stay with the car. We had… we saw some pretty ugly things happen to people."
"You were trying to get home?" I asked.
Charley nodded. "We live in Missouri, in Rolla. I teach engineering at the university there."
"Rolla? How far's that from St. Louis?"
"About a hundred miles," his wife said. "Southwest, out toward Fort Leonard Wood." Which might be in the same shape as Fort Knox.
"I don't know if you could get that far, even if you still had your car," I said. "Not much chance of finding a bridge over the Mississippi. Hey, I don't know if they've got refugee camps set up yet, but I think that's about the best anyone can hope for right now."
"But where?" Charley,asked. "I don't even know where to start." He didn't look like any of the professors I had in college, but then I had never seen any of them in circumstances like these.
"How late yesterday did you hear any news?" I asked.
"Noon. And we ran out of gas not a half hour later."
I shook my head. "The only news I heard was at two, and
there wasn't much then, nothing about a relocation center. I guess nobody's that organized yet."
"You must be hungry, and we're just standing around gabbing," Aaron said. "We have plenty of food." He gestured back toward where we had left the horses.
Lesh must have caught the hint when I said that he and Timon were both back with the horses. And more than that, he had a fire going to cook some of our packaged meals and had a kettle of water on too. In a few minutes, we could offer instant coffee.
"We have powdered milk for the children," Aaron said. Timon hurried to one of the packs, right on cue. "It's not the best stuff, maybe." Aaron crinkled his nose. "But maybe this will help it go down." He knelt by Little Charley and offered him a Milky Way. Little Charley looked up to his parents for permission before he took it.
"We might as well all sit down and rest," I said. "Lunch will be a few minutes."
"Just who the hell are you anyway?" Charley asked. His shock was giving way to something else.
I smiled and shook my head. "You couldn't possibly believe that story," I said.
"I see guns, swords, bows. You're riding horses that make the Budweiser Clydesdales look puny. What the hell is this?"
I gave him the one-word explanation. "Magic." I expected some kind of indignant outburst at that. Charley opened his mouth, but shut it again without saying whatever he had planned to say. He waited a moment to speak.
"You mean that, don't you?"
I laughed. "Delicate phrasing, Professor."
"You saw the vines," Aaron said, and Charley nodded. "By the calendar, I'm not quite nine years old yet. Four months ago, I stood about this high." He held a hand out just above waist level. "I was small for my age. My parents were both on the Coral Lady when it was blown up. I heard the news and disappeared from my grandmother's home in Joliet, Illinois. Where I turned up was in this fairy-tale kingdom called Varay. I grew up in just a couple of weeks. Gil Tyner here was Hero of Varay. I mean, the man fights dragons and elf warriors. Did you hear about that dragon that was killed here in Kentucky? That was him too."
"I saw that on TV," Mary said. Her husband nodded.
"And I remember hearing something on the news about a little kid disappearing somewhere, just after the Coral Lady," Charley said.
Timon fixed up two mugs of instant coffee and gave them to the Ingelses. "He was Hero of Varay," Timon said, jerking a thumb toward me after he got the mugs out of his hands. "Now he's King of Varay too."
"King?" Charley asked.
"King," I agreed. "Aaron is my wizard. Timon is my squire. And Lesh, Sir Lesh, is my right-hand man when it comes to battles and fighting dragons."
Charley looked at his wife. "I think I've gone crazy, dear," he said.
"If you have, then so have I," she said. "I'm hearing things too."
"Did you really kill a dragon?" little Charley asked. He had finished his candy bar, though he looked as if he was wearing as much of it on his face and hands as he had eaten.
"I've had to kill a couple of dragons," I told him.
"You kill any wicked witches?"
"No, no witches. We don't have any witches, just a few wizards, and the ones I know are pretty good guys."
"This is crazy," his father said again.
"I know how you feel, believe me," I assured him. "I was six weeks short of a B.S. in computer science at Northwestern when I stumbled into this other world a few years back."
"My daddy builds bridges," little Charley said.
"There'll be a lot of work for him then when all this gets straightened out," I said. I squatted down by the boy so I didn't tower over him.
His mother started to feed the baby. It was a delicate operation. The baby didn't care for the powdered milk mixture, and mama had to coax and coax.
"Food's ready," Lesh announced. And, at the moment, food was more important than talk, for everyone. While the Ingelses ate, I took Aaron off to the side, past the horses.
"How much radiation you think they got?" I asked softly.
"No idea. Radiation is still a little foreign to me. We didn't cover that in the third grade. But you know, if we leave them here, they're not going to make it. Not with two little kids."
We looked at each other for a moment. "Can you get them through to Varay?" I asked.
Aaron grinned. "Varay needs somebody who knows how to build bridges. That one across the Tarn scares the pants off me every time I cross it."
"Yeah, me too. You got a pen and paper?"
"I'll get it," Aaron said.
"And I'll make the offer. It has to be their choice."
"You think there's any chance at all they'll refuse?"
No, I didn't.
I went back to the others, sat down, and started on my own food, but I didn't give it the attention it deserved at first.
"I know you think that either you're crazy or we are," I told the Ingelses while Aaron was getting the writing supplies. "But I can offer you a refuge from all this. The four of us have to go on toward St. Louis. We're trying to find my wife's family. But we can get you to a place of safety before we go on. And maybe we can do something to counteract whatever radiation you've been exposed to."
"More magic?" Charley asked.
I nodded. "We can get you through to Varay. I'll give you a note to give to Baron Kardeen, the chamberlain. There's a doctor handy, another wizard, and plenty of everything. It's a good place, but a bit primitive."
Charley looked at his wife, spoke to her. "Whether we're crazy or not, we've got to play the cards the way they're dealt." She nodded.
Aaron brought me a small notebook and a pen.
"This is going to take a few minutes, so you might as well finish eating," Aaron said. "Lesh and I have to build a doorway first."
I just nodded, but the Ingelses exchanged another of those who's-crazy-here? looks. They went right back to their eating, though. Little Charley had already finished. He shook his head when Lesh asked him if he wanted more.
I started my note to Kardeen, telling him how we had come across the Ingels family and asking him to see that they had what they needed until we got back. I heard pounding behind me. When I looked, Aaron was holding a sapling across two other trees, about seven feet off the ground. Lesh was pounding nails, and I have no idea where they came from unless Aaron conjured them up, to hold the cut tree in place against the two that were still in the ground.
"Why is he building a doorway?" Mary Ingels asked.
"We have a magic that lets some of us open a passage between a door in one place and a door in a different place. That's how we get between Varay and this world, and we do some of our traveling in Varay the same way. He needs a doorway, a frame, for the magic."
I finished the note to Kardeen with a warning that there might be others coming through the same way. I knew I couldn't ship off everyone we might come across, but I wouldn't rule out sending some. Varay always needed people.
I folded the paper and started to hand it to Charley, but Lesh was there at my side with a burning candle, to drip wax on the letter so I could put my seal on it. The signet ring. I wasn't used to that. Every time I saw somebody standing at my side ready to drip wax on paper, it gave me a start.
"Show this to whoever you see first at Castle Basil," I said while I pressed the ring into the wax. "Tell them to take you to Baron Kardeen. The letter will pretty much stop any questions before you get to him, and he'll take care of everything afterward."
"Baron Kardeen," Charley repeated when he accepted the letter.
"That's right," I said.
"Just tell the guard or whoever you meet first that the king gave you the letter," Lesh said. "The whole family has the rings."
Charley nodded.
"One thing Varay needs is someone who knows how to build bridges," I said, smiling. "Nothing very big or fancy maybe, but bridges."
"Might be nice to get back to practical engineering," Charley said, looking at his wife. "The only thing I've built in the last six years
is a barbecue."
"We're ready," Aaron said. The Ingelses and I stood.
"I'll probably be a few weeks yet before I get back, but don't worry about anything. It's a good place."
"Thank you," Mary said. "I'd about given up all hope."
"Hope is very precious," I said.
"Right over here." Aaron guided them over to his crude doorway. "I'll open the passage. You'll notice a sort of green shimmering in it. That's a radiation shield. Going through it should also take care of any radiation you've picked up."
He touched both sides of the makeshift doorway, and Castle Basil appeared on the other side-which was almost too much for the adult Ingelses to bear. Charley backed away, almost knocking his wife over in the process. Aaron moved to the side, holding the passage open one-handed.
"It is magic," Charley said, looking first at Aaron and then at me.
"Yes, magic," I said. "When you step through, turn left. That'll take you in the direction of the great hall."
Mary clutched her baby tighter against her. She looked at Aaron and me, then at Lesh and Timon. "I never thought I'd see this," she said. "I never really believed it."
"Believed what?" Aaron asked.
"The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse."
"No!" Aaron said quickly. "We don't bring famine or death. We're not those dudes." I wasn't even positive what the reference was supposed to mean. 9 – Between the Rivers
After we sent the Ingels family through to Varay, we needed another three and a half days to reach the Ohio River west of the Wabash and find an intact bridge. The ride was uneventful, just the way we wanted it. We avoided people along the way, particularly large groups of people. They always seemed to set off my danger sense. And when we camped each night, Aaron wove his spells around us to make us less visible to anyone who might chance on our campsite.
In all those days, we didn't hear the sound of a single automobile engine, of any sort of engine. There was no high-speed traffic moving on any of the roads. There were no airplanes in the sky. There was nothing.