“What do you mean by ‘focal point’?”
“That’s what’s even harder to explain, but I suppose I mean that since the castle’s connected to all these different universes, it’s like a hub, the center of a big wheel. It’s bound to be affected by what happens out on the rim.”
“Okay, I get it. Funny that this place would be the center of the universe.”
“Universes.”
“Whatever.”
Linda took a deep breath, then looked around. “But we have an even bigger problem.”
“Oh, God. What?”
“Didn’t you notice that everything is different, rearranged?”
“Yeah. So?”
“So. The stairs are gone. We have to find a different way downstairs. Let’s go.”
They went, but fifteen minutes later they had failed to locate another stairway. For the first time in a long time, Linda was lost in the castle.
“I don’t believe it,” she said. “I can’t get a fix on the Guest Wing.”
“The Guest Wing. Is that where the dining room is?”
“Right, and where all our sleeping rooms are. I’ve lost my sense of orientation. The castle must be undergoing drastic changes.”
“What are we gonna do?”
“I’ve been through this before. The castle was a much wilder place when I first got here. Don’t worry, I’ll get my bearings back.”
“But for now we’re lost, right?”
“Right. Take it easy. You really can’t get lost in the castle. You just keep walking, and …”
They kept walking, finding little but acres and acres of nondescript castle architecture.
Finally Linda sat on a stone bench and took off her boots, rubbed her feet.
“Damn it, I’m getting mad.”
Jeremy slumped to his haunches and leaned his back against the dark stone.
“We be lost now,” he said.
Linda gave him a sour look. “Thanks for clarifying the issue.”
Jeremy shrugged.
Linda looked him over. “How old are you?”
“Why?”
“Just asking.”
“Twenty-three.” Jeremy raised a hand. “I know what you’re gonna say. You’re gonna say I look fifteen.”
“Well, maybe seventeen. Nothing wrong with looking young. I wish I looked seventeen.”
“How old are you?”
“You’re not supposed to ask, but I just turned thirty. Over the hill.”
“I thought you looked pretty old.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“No, I didn’t mean you looked bad.”
Linda rolled her eyes. “Forget it.”
“Sorry.”
“You know, I think yours is a maturity problem, not so much looks. You act fifteen.”
“Hey, I apologized, okay?”
Linda put her boots back on. “Let’s get moving.”
“Where to? Why don’t we just stay put? We’re bound to run into someone.”
“Wrong. There are parts of the castle where nobody ever goes. You could wait forever and not see anyone.”
“But —”
“Don’t argue. If you want to stay here, fine.”
Jeremy sighed and cranked himself up. “No, I’m coming.”
* * *
An hour later, they were still lost. They had passed many a side chamber, some bare, others furnished. In one of the latter they stopped for a rest, and Linda magicked a picnic basket full of gourmet viands.
“Might as well have some fun,” she said, opening a tub of beluga caviar.
“What else is in here? What’s this stuff?”
“Read the label.”
“Pattee dee … what’s that?”
“Pâté de foie gras. Goose-liver paste.”
“Yuck! You got something to eat in here?”
“Such as? I can conjure anything.”
“Anything? A baloney sandwich is what I could go for.”
“What low taste. Mustard?”
“No, mayonnaise, lettuce, American cheese, and dill pickle. Uh, please.”
“There it is.”
“Huh? Wow.” Jeremy reached out for the plate that had appeared on the table. On it lay an attractive arrangement of sandwich wedges, pickle slices, and olives, all trussed up with toothpicks and nestled on a bed of leaf lettuce.
“How the heck do you do that?” Jeremy demanded.
“It’s a gift. It’s the castle, actually. Anything to drink?”
“Yeah! How about a thick, creamy —”
A tremendous clap of thunder sounded.
“Uh-oh.” Linda stood up and looked around fearfully.
A tremendous shock wave hit, knocking them both down. Then the floor tossed them about like salad. The walls and ceilings turned into something positively fluid. They ran like melted wax, gobs of stuff dripping down.
Still holding on to his computer, Jeremy slid up against a wall, then felt the peculiar sensation of being absorbed into it. The stone was hot and gooey, like a marshmallow left too long in a campfire. He struggled to get away.
“Linda!” he screamed. “What’s happening?”
Her answer had a peculiar effect on him. On the one hand, it was good news, because he didn’t like the castle. On the other, in a very literal sense he didn’t know where he’d be without it.
What Linda had shouted back was: “The castle’s disappearing!”
Twenty-one
Drawing Room, Family Residence
He entered a spacious room full of stately furniture. Ancient tapestries draped the walls, hanging alongside antique weapons, shields, coats of arms, and suchlike. Glass-fronted cabinets stood here and about, displaying glassware and other historical artifacts. It was a quiet, comfortable room with many points of interest, among which was a curious device lying on a table to one side. He went directly to it.
In the main, the thing consisted of glass spheres, copper tubes, brass coils, and other primitive-looking, quasi-electronic components. On the front of the device was a simple instrument panel with a small ground-glass viewing screen.
He adjusted a few controls and flipped a switch. Sparks of violet and blue began to arc within the glass spheres. The device emitted a soft hum.
He made further adjustments, then fetched a chair and seated himself.
Executing a few hand passes, he began chanting in a low monotone.
The hum grew louder, but the glass remained blank.
“Damn it,” he muttered. “Not this thing, too.”
Far-off thunder turned his head. A slight tremor shook the walls.
“I wonder if there’s going to be time,” he mused.
He went back to chanting. Suddenly a great blue spark snapped between two neighboring components.
He jumped up and fanned away the smoke, then checked the works of the device for small fires. Finding none, he fiddled with the controls.
He stepped back a few paces, raised his arms, and extended them forward, his index fingers pointing.
“Machine! I bid thee …work, goddammit!”
The screen came to life, displaying the images of three strange individuals seated behind a long desk. Attired in black turtlenecks and gray jackets, the three shared a family resemblance, though each had his individual aspects. All had dark, close-cropped hair. The one in the middle wore thick eyeglasses in a heavy black frame. The eyes of the individual on the right were pale. His colleague on the opposite side had a large mole on his left cheek.
Glasses spoke first: “This is indeed a pleasure, Lord Incarnadine. We extend our warmest welcome.”
Incarnadine exhaled and took his seat. “Your hospitality is inappropriate, for what you see before you is but an image. For now, I send my simulacrum. Pray to whatever deities you hold in awe that I do not find it necessary to visit you in person.”
Glasses was mildly amused. “Belligerent as always. You will never change, Incarnadine.”
“I will brook no impertin
ence from you. Moreover, you will address me as ‘Your Serene and Transcendental Majesty.’“
All three laughed. Mole said, “Oh, by all means, Your Serene and … I beg your pardon. What was the rest of it?”
“A simple ‘Majesty’ will do now and then, mixed up with a few ‘sirs.’ Let’s skip it and get to business.” Incarnadine leaned forward, his eyes steely, glints of fire in them. When next he spoke, his voice rattled the glass cabinets.
“What have you done with my sister?”
Glasses blinked his eyes. “Dear me. You seem quite upset. But instead of shouting at the top of your lungs, wouldn’t it be vastly better instead to —?”
“Answer the question! I know she is with you and that she is in great distress. You will release her to me this instant.”
Pale-Eyes spoke, a sneer on his thin gray lips. “It is ironic that you of all people should inquire after your sister’s welfare — you who banished her, consigned her to oblivion.”
“It is monstrous that you, her torturers, speak to me of irony. Release her, I say, or suffer the consequences.”
Mole sniffed indignantly. “Threats. Always threats. Your line breeds true, Majestic One. For thousands of years, your family has done nothing but bluster, bully, and rattle the castle armory. We have done nothing to merit such treatment. We have always wanted peace, cooperation, and mutual understanding.”
Incarnadine snorted. “I won’t bother to debate with you. The issue this time is very clear. You have abducted my sister —”
“We offered asylum!”
“ — and are holding her against her will. If you do not release her, you will suffer consequences dire in the extreme. Moreover, you will also cease and desist from certain supernatural techniques which you have either extorted from my sister or gained by bargaining with her in bad faith. Furthermore —”
“Really,” Glasses protested.
“Furthermore, you will disobey this latter command at the peril of losing your own lives, if not of killing every living being in your universe.”
“How so?” Pale-Eyes asked.
“Surely you have guessed by now. Have not your natural philosophers detected anomalous stresses in the interstitial subspace? Do they not realize what these portend?”
“It is mere conjecture.”
“Not so. You are playing with forces far beyond your control or comprehension.”
Mole shook his head. “We have conducted a few experiments for defense purposes.”
“You are deliberately trying to destabilize Castle Perilous, and you know it. You also know, since you have agents here who can tell you, that your efforts have been successful to a degree.”
Mole waved a bony hand in protest. “We have no agents, as you put it, at work in your residence, or anywhere, for that matter. Really, you must not impute to us your own —”
“Cut the crap!” Incarnadine said. “Listen to me. Continue to do what you’re doing, continue to draw power from the etherium, and you will doom the universe.”
“Absurd exaggeration,” Mole scoffed.
“Paranoid fantasies,” Glasses said.
“Fear-mongering,” was Pales-Eyes’ contribution.
Incarnadine sat back. “All right, enough. I will say this once. Attend me.”
Mole guffawed. “By all means, proceed.”
“If you do not release my sister and desist in these so-called experiments, you will leave me no choice. Listen very carefully to what I am about to describe. If you do not accede to my wishes, I will dispatch to your world a force the like of which you have never imagined. This force, this phenomenon, will kill every living thing in your world. All will perish. There will be no escape. Do you understand me?”
The three silently exchanged glances.
“Well, do you?”
Glasses cleared his throat. “I must say, your threats have reached a new level of malevolence. To blackmail us with talk of genocide —”
“You leave me no choice. If I stay my hand, I doom not only my universe but all the universes.”
“Surely these dire predictions of yours have at least a chance of being mistaken.”
“I have said what I have said. Heed my words.”
Glasses stiffened. “We will not be intimidated! This is too much. We will defend ourselves with all the might at our disposal. Our response to any attack will be massive retaliation! We will not let you —”
The screen suddenly went to snow, then to black. Multiple-colored lines appeared, a test pattern of some sort, which remained a brief moment.
Then a new face appeared. A face only, in close-up. Well proportioned, broad-browed, and photogenic, it gave the impression, somehow, of being artificial, as though rendered by a journeyman artist with no sense of character.
“Inky sweetheart! Listen, forgive my butting in, but things were getting a little out of hand. I thought it wouldn’t hurt to try a different tack entirely.”
Incarnadine allowed a brief smile. “How kind of you. What’s with this new incarnation? Earth dialect, smarmy patter — you sound like a cross between a Hollywood agent and a used-computer salesman.”
“You’re being hostile again, Inky baby. Just trying out a new policy, a new way of dealing with difficult matters. In these perilous times, we simply have to do all we can to oil the diplomatic machinery. Right, Ink?”
“Don’t even think of calling me that. As for this new facade, forget it. At least the Central Committee, or whatever it’s called, has a certain decorum. This is revolting.”
The face looked hurt. “Inky! That was below the belt.”
Incarnadine gave a sardonic grunt. “You have no belt.”
“Now look, Inky, I think it’d be better for all concerned if we just took time to simmer down, get in touch with our emotions, and take stock. All this talk about attacking people and blowing things up and generally declaring war on the whole universe and its environs — well, frankly I’m shocked. How did it get this far, Inky? What a shame, what a colossal shame. And all because both sides can’t quite —”
“Be quiet.”
“Please, let me finish! All this tension has really only one cause. Mutual distrust! That’s it in a clamshell, Inky. Really, I know what I’m talking about. In such a charged atmosphere as this, a productive dialogue is all but impossible. Both sides have to change in order for —”
“Silence!”
The face on the screen stopped moving its lips, its blue eyes wide and blank.
Incarnadine stood. “I don’t know what ploy, what game you’re playing — good cop/bad cop, or what. It won’t work. It’s too far gone for that! I meant what I said. Obey or die. It’s as simple as that. You know me, you know my power. Take warning or be resigned to your doom.”
The face took animation once more. “Well, go ahead and be that way, Inky. It’s all the same to me. You can’t scare us. We have your silly cow of a sister, and after we get done with her, we’ll start on you. You can’t stop us — human scum! Shit-eating bastard human filth! We’ll kill all of you, every last —”
The screen went blank, became a rectangle of ground glass once again.
He lowered his head and heaved a great sigh.
Rising, he turned off the device. The humming stopped and the sparks faded.
A stronger tremor shook the room. He looked off, sensing its magnitude. Then his eyes turned inward.
At length he came out of his reverie and turned toward the door, walking briskly.
He muttered, “Now I gotta put my paycheck where my oral cavity gapes — as it were.”
Twenty-two
Plains
Gene hacked and slashed, then hacked again.
His hrunt opponent staggered back, throat agape and oozing. Gene followed up with a thrust to the diaphragm, driving his sword deep into tough abdominal muscle. The hrunt doubled up and fell.
Gene let the hrunt slide off his sword, then swung round to ward off a weak lunge from a wounded hruntan infantryman wh
o wouldn’t go down. Gene skewered the creature, leaving little room for refusal.
Gene looked around and realized that the battle was over, and that the yalim had won the day, fighting under his personal military command. Hrunt bodies carpeted the battlefield.
He sheathed his sword, fetched his voort, mounted, and shouted the command for recall.
As the troops fell into ranks, thoughts of the castle drifted back. He hadn’t thought about home in a long while. How long had he been here? Four, five months? And in that time he had gone from yalim prisoner to First Husband and Captain of the Royal Cohorts.
He wondered what was going on back at Perilous. Did it still exist? He had kept his eyes open for any sign of the portal, but it was like hoping to get hit by the same raindrop twice. The portal could appear anywhere on this world, or it might never appear again.
Whatever was going on back there, it must have been bad, or Sheila and Linda would have made some attempt to find him. Maybe they had tried, and failed. There was another possibility, one he was loath to consider: they might have perished in some general cataclysm that he, by sheerest happenstance, had managed to escape.
The cohorts had mustered, and now a great cheer rose up from them.
Gene drew his sword and raised it above his head. The voort under him reared up, braying.
The cohorts cheered louder, broke ranks, and gathered round him. They took him from his mount and bore him on their shoulders back to the Queen’s field tent.
It was night, the lamps flickering in the soft breeze that blew through the tent. Outside, campfires crackled, animals grunted, and men laughed, happy and drunk, flushed with victory.
“You have conquered, my husband.”
“Yep. Peel me a grape, will you?”
“Is that what this fruit is called in your land?”
“Just kidding. Are you cold? Do you want to put some clothes on?”
“No. I will never wear clothes again, my husband, when we are alone together.”
“Hey, that’s fine with me. Look, I’ve got big plans. Now that the hrunt are cleared out of the lowlands, we —”
“You will continue your campaign into the southern desert?”
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