The Weird of the White Wolf

by Michael Moorcock

  And then it came to him! Yishana! She was not as exhausted as he. But could she do it?

  He turned as the air moaned to the beating of the creature's wings. Moonglum was only just managing to hold it off, his two swords flashing rapidly as he parried every effort to grasp him.

  “Yishana!” croaked the albino.

  She came up to him and placed a hand on his. “We could leave, Elric—perhaps hide from that thing.”

  “No. I must help Moonglum. Listen—you realise how desperate our position is, do you not? Then keep that in mind while you recite this rune with me. Perhaps together we may succeed. There are many kinds of lizards in these parts, are there not?”

  “Aye—many.”

  “Then this is what you must say—and remember that we shall all perish by Theleb K'aarna's servant if you are not successful.”

  In the half worlds, where dwelt the master-types of all creatures other than Man, an entity stirred, hearing its name. The entity was called Haaashaas­taak; and it was scaly and cold, with no true intellect, such as men and gods possessed, but an awareness, which served it as well if not better. It was brother, on this plane, to such entities as Meerclar, Lord of the Cats, Roofdrak, Lord of the Dogs, Nuru-ah, Lord of the Cattle, and many, many others. This was Haaashaastaak, Lord of the Lizards. It did not really hear words in the exact sense, but it heard rhythms which meant much to it, even though it did not know why. The rhythms were being repeated over and over again, but seemed too faint to be worth much atten­tion. It stirred and yawned, but did nothing . . .

  'Haaashaastaak, Lord of Lizards,

  Your children were fathers of men,

  Haaashaastaak, Prince of Reptiles.

  Come aid a grandchild now

  'Haaashaastaak, Father of Scales,

  Cold-blooded bringer of life ...'

  It was a bizarre scene, with Elric and Yishana desperately chanting the rune over and over again as Moonglum fought on, slowly losing strength.

  Haaashaastaak quivered and became more curi­ous. The rhythms were no stronger, yet they seemed more insistent. He would travel, he decided, to that place where those he watched over dwelt. He knew that if he answered the rhythms, he would have to obey whatever source they had. He was not, of course, aware that such decisions had been implant­ed into him in a far distant age—the time before the creation of Earth, when the Lords of Law and Chaos, then inhabitants of a single realm and known by an­other name, had watched over the forming of things and laid down the manner and logic in which things should behave, following their great edict from the voice of the Cosmic Balance—the voice which had never spoken since.

  Haaashaastaak betook himself, a little slothfully, to Earth.

  Elric and Yishana were still chanting hoarsely, as Haaashaastaak made his sudden appearance. He had the look of a huge iguana, and his eyes were many-coloured, many faceted jewels, his scales seeming of gold, silver, and other rich metals. A slightly hazy outline surrounded him, as if he had brought part of his own environment with him.

  Yishana gasped and Elric breathed a deep sigh. As a child he had learned the languages of all animal-masters, and now he must recall the simple language of the lizard-master, Haaashaastaak.

  His need fired his brain, and the words came sud­denly.

  “Haaashaastaak,” he cried pointing at the butterfly-creature, “mokik ankkuh!”

  The lizard lord turned its jewelled eyes on the creature and its great tongue suddenly shot out towards it, curling around the monster. It shrilled in terror as it was drawn towards the lizard lord's great maw. Legs and arms kicked as the mouth closed on it. Several gulps and Haaashaastaak had swallowed Theleb K'aarna's prize creation. Then it turned its head uncertainly about for a few moments and van­ished.

  Pain began to throb now through Elric's torn arm as Moonglum staggered towards him, grinning in re­lief.

  “I followed behind you at a distance as you re­quested,” he said, “since you suspected treachery from Theleb K'aarna. But than I spied the sorcerer coming this way and followed him to a cave in yonder hills,” he pointed. “But when the deceased,” he laughed shakily, “emerged from the cave, I decided that it would be best to chase that, for I had the feeling it was going in your direction.”

  “I am glad you were so astute,” Elric said.

  “It was your doing, really,” Moonglum replied. “For, if you hadn't anticipated treachery from The­leb K'aarna, I might not have been here at the right moment.” Moonglum suddenly sank to the grass, leaned back, grinned, and fainted.

  Elric felt very dazed himself. “I do not think we need fear anything more from your sorcerer just yet, Yishana,” he said. “Let us rest here and refresh ourselves. Perhaps then your cowardly soldiers will have returned, and we can send them to a village to get us some horses.”

  They stretched out on the grass and, lying in each other's arms, went to sleep.

  Elric was astonished to wake in a bed, a soft bed. He opened his eves and saw Yishana and Moonglum smiling down at him.

  “How long have I been here?”

  “More than two days. You did not wake when the horses came, so we had the warriors construct a stretcher to bear you to Dhakos. You are in my palace.”

  Elric cautiously moved his stiff, bandaged arm. It was still painful. “Are my belongings still at the inn?”

  “Perhaps, if they have not been stolen. Why?”

  “I have a pouch of herbs there, which will heal this arm quickly and also supply me with a little strength, which I need badly.”

  “I will go and see if they are still there,” Moon­glum said and walked from the chamber.

  Yishana stroked Elric's milk-white hair. “I have much to thank you for, wolf,” said she. “You have saved my kingdom—perhaps all the Young King­doms. In my eyes you are redeemed for my brother's death.”

  “Oh, I thank you, madam,” said Elric with a mock­ing tone.

  She laughed. “You are still a Melnibonean.”

  “Still that, aye.”

  “A strange mixture, however. Sensitive and cruel, sardonic and loyal to your little friend Moonglum. I look forward to knowing you better, my lord.”

  “As to that, I am not sure if you will have the op­portunity.”

  She gave him a hard look. “Why?”

  “Your resume of my character was incomplete, Queen Yishana—you should have added "careless of the world—and yet vengeful." I wish to be revenged on your pet wizard.”

  “But he is spent, surely—you said so yourself.”

  “I am, as you remarked, still a Melnibonean! My arrogant blood calls vengeance on an upstart!”

  “Forget Theleb K'aarna. I will have him hunted by my White Leopards. Even his sorcery will not win against such savages as they are!”

  “Forget him? Oh, no!”

  “Elric, Elric—I will give you my kingdom, declare you ruler of Jharkor, if you will let me be your con­sort.”

  He reached out and stroked her bare arm with his good hand.

  “You are, unrealistic, queen. To take such an ac­tion would bring wholesale rebellion in your land. To your folk, I am still the Traitor of Imrryr.”

  “Not now—now you are the Hero of Jharkor.”

  “How so? They did not know of their peril and thus will feel no gratitude. It were best that I settled my debt with your wizard and went on my way. The streets must already be full of rumours that you have taken your brother's murderer to your bed. Your popularity with your subjects must be at its lowest, madam.”

  “I do not care.”

  “You will if your nobles lead the people in insurrec­tion and crucify you naked in the city square.”

  “You are familiar with our customs.”

  “We Melniboneans are a learned folk, queen.”

  “Well versed in all the arts.”

  “All of them.” Again he felt his blood race as she rose and barred the door. At that moment he felt no need for the herbs which Moonglum had gone to find.


  When he tiptoed from the room that night, he found Moonglum waiting patiently in the antecham­ber. Moonglum proffered the pouch with a wink. But Elric's mood was not light. He took bunches of herbs from the pouch and selected what he needed.

  Moonglum grimaced as he watched Elric chew and swallow the stuff. Then together they stole from the palace.

  Armed with Stormbringer and mounted, Elric rode slightly behind his friend as Moonglum led the way towards the hills beyond Dhakos.

  “If I know the sorcerers of Pan Tang,” murmured the albino, “then Theleb K'aarna will be more ex­hausted than was I. With luck we will come upon him sleeping.”

  “I shall wait outside the cave in that case.” said Moonglum, for he now had some experience of Elric's vengeance-taking and did not relish watching Theleb K'aarna's slow death.

  They galloped speedily until the hills were reached and Moonglum showed Elric the cave mouth.

  Leaving his horse, the albino went soft-footed into the cave, his runesword ready.

  Moonglum waited nervously for Theleb K'aarna's first shrieks, but none came. He waited until dawn began to bring the first faint light and then Elric, face frozen with anger emerged from the cave.

  Savagely he grasped his horse's reins and swung himself into the saddle.

  “Are you satisfied?” Moonglum asked tentatively.

  “Satisfied, no! The dog has vanished!”

  “Gone—but...”

  “He was more cunning than I thought. There are several caves and I sought him in all of them. In the farthest I discovered traces of sorcerous runes on the walls and floor. He has transported himself some­where and I could not discover where, in spite of deciphering most of the runes! Perhaps he went to Pan Tang.”

  “Ah, then our quest has been futile. Let us return to Dhakos and enjoy a little more of Yishana's hospi­tality.”

  “No—we go to Pan Tang.”

  “But, Elric, Theleb K'aarna's brother sorcerers dwell there in strength; and Jagreen Lern, the theocrat, for­bids visitors!”

  “No matter. I wish to finish my business with The­leb K'aarna.”

  “You have no proof that he is there!”

  “No matter!”

  And then Elric was spurring his horse away, riding like a man possessed or fleeing from dreadful peril— and perhaps he was both possessed and fleeing. Moonglum did not follow at once but thoughtfully watched his friend gallop off. Not normally intro­spective, he wondered if Yishana had perhaps af­fected the albino more strongly than he would have wished. He did not think that vengeance on Theleb K'aarna was Elric's prime desire in refusing to re­turn to Dhakos.

  Then he shrugged and clapped his heels to his steed's flanks, racing to catch up with Elric as the cold dawn rose, wondering if they would continue towards Pan Tang once Dhakos was far enough be­hind.

  But Elric's head contained no thoughts, only emo­tion flooded him—emotion he did not wish to analyse. His white hair streaming behind him, his dead-white, handsome face set, his slender hands tightly clutching the stallion's reins, he rode. And only his strange, crimson eyes reflected the misery and con­flict within him.

  In Dhakos that morning, other eyes held misery, but not for too long. Yishana was a pragmatic queen.