Out of the Waters-ARC

by David Drake

  Lann stopped. Hedia, fully alert now, stopped and moved to the side to see past the ape-man's broad body. She thought for a moment that she was looking at a pool ten feet in diameter in the middle of the enclosure, but what she had taken for water was instead a colorless blur. It hung in the air six inches above the level of the floor around it. She saw no sign of the rotting leaves, bark and branches which otherwise carpeted the enclosure.

  The ape-man turned. He gestured urgently toward the crystal he had given her. Hedia held it out with both hands; he took it with the delicacy which had already surprised her.

  Lann squatted with the device. Hedia turned, largely because the shimmering disk her uncomfortable. It didn't have real color, but she got a feeling of blue when she looked at it.

  Someone shouted. The sound was faint and distorted, but Hedia was sure it was human. She had learned it was impossible to tell where noises came from in this jungle, but she thought it was out of the tunnel.

  They did come after us! Of course they had, but with the difficulty of her journey through the tunnel, she had forgotten to worry about pursuit.

  Hedia looked at the ape-man, apparently peering through his crystal toward the disk before them. She licked her lips, wondering if she should warn him about--

  She straightened in disgust at her presumption. She had seen how keen Lann's senses were. If there was something he needed to know about his surroundings, he knew it.

  The whop... whop... whop... of beating sails sounded; distant but seemingly approaching. Certainly approaching.

  Lann lurched upright with a warbling cry. The hazy disk was spinning into a maelstrom, spiraling down into infinite distance.

  An Atlantean ship drove into the canopy of trees, cracking through branches and sending down a shower of leaves and fragments. Two humans carrying nets pushed through the arch from the tunnel complex. Behind them was a Servitor with an uncertain device

  Lann took Hedia's wrist in his huge right hand. Gripping her firmly, he jumped into the whirl of light he had just opened.

  CHAPTER 17

  Corylus frowned. Though the moon had set, the sky ahead had become noticeably brighter than it was behind them, where the sun was fully above the eastern horizon. Rather than a blue that would grow paler as the day wore on, it looked as though the ship was flying into the white heart of a furnace.

  The sprite curled at his feet in the far bow. His toes projected between the straps of his army sandals; she was playing with them. It was disconcerting, but it didn't actually hurt anything--Corylus had initially kept a careful eye to see if the Ancient reacted; he hadn't--so he didn't object.

  "Cousin?" he said. "There seems to be something odd about the sky."

  The sprite continued her game, touching his nails in a pattern that he felt sure must be meaningful. He didn't have a clue what it meant, though.

  "Is there?" she said in a disinterested voice. She didn't look up. "It isn't going rain. I'd know if it were going to rain."

  Corylus caught his response unmade. The sprite was being forthcoming within her limitations; which, regrettably, were of considerable extent.

  He turned to look back at the Ancient. The sprite chirped an objection when he moved his feet out of her reach. That hadn't been Corylus' whole purpose in turning, but it had been part of his purpose. He suppressed his slight grin quickly.

  The Ancient stood at his post, unmoving and unconcerned. He met Corylus' eyes and let his tongue loll.

  Corylus grinned in response. He absently touched his breastplate above where the glass amulet rested against his chest.

  The Ancient's nonchalance would have been more comforting if he hadn't been willing to let a giant eel swallow them. It was time for a real answer.

  "Cousin?" Corylus said sharply. "Stand up, if you will. Tell me what you see ahead of us."

  The Atlantean ship had a chest-high shield over the far bow, like that of the small warships with which Corylus was familiar. In the squadrons of Carce, the shield would have been made of tightly-woven wicker, as much to turn waves as for protection in battle--though it would stop a javelin or slow an arrow.

  This one was of some material Corylus couldn't identify, a resilient black film. He suspected it had something to do with the fire-projectors.

  The sprite rose with her usual liquid grace. Corylus realized that he'd been expecting the ill-temper--or flat refusal--that he might have gotten from a human female. His--distant--cousin wasn't everything he might have wished in a companion, but she had a remarkably pleasant personality.

  She looked at the sky ahead; it was by now as pale as lime-water. Frowning, she said, "But that's what you wanted, isn't it? You wanted to go back to the waking world."

  Corylus looked from her to the sky, then back to the Ancient. He had been taken off-balance by what he had just heard. "That's what's happening?" he said. "We're returning to Carce?"

  She shrugged. "I don't know where Carce is," she said. "Your world, though. What used to be my world before the meteor, and then you taking me with you into your dream."

  The sprite's lovely face grew as thoughtful as Corylus ever remembered seeing it. "I wonder what will happen?" she said. "You're real, and the Ancient and I are real as long as you hold the amulet. But I wouldn't have thought the ship--"

  They drove into the brightness. Corylus felt everything dissolve.

  ***

  'Greetings, little one," Uktena said. "I am glad that you are visiting me again."

  He walked down the three steps of the throne's base to join Alphena on the fiery pavement. He was dressed in gold and purple as in her previous dream, but he greeted her as warmly as if he were her brother.

  "F-friend," Alphena said. Her dream body didn't feel tired, but mentally she was weary to death. "Please, where are we? Where is this place?"

  Fish flashing with all the colors of parrots' plumage circled them at a distance. They always kept one eye or the other on her and the shaman. At the edge of Alphena's awareness she thought she heard them murmuring in frightened voices.

  Uktena took her left hand in his and looked down into her eyes. He was not tall, but she was short for a woman.

  "I do not know where you are, Alphena," he said. "Your soul visits me, but I cannot see into the waking world where your body rests. As for where I am--"

  Still holding her hand, he looked about them. The fish scattered from the sweep of his cool, gray eyes, like minnows in a pool with a pike.

  "I am in a world of my own," the shaman said. "I do not know how I came here, and I do not remember who I was in the waking world. Except that I remember you, little one."

  His tone was musing, appraising. Alphena heard no anger or bitterness in the words, but she had the sudden feeling that she faced a crouching lion rather than a fit man who, despite his black hair, was as old as her father.

  "You were a great magician of the Western Isles," she said fiercely. "You still are! You're fighting an Atlantean wizard named Procron. Your name is Uktena and you're beating him, you will beat him!"

  Uktena touched her hair, tracing a tangled curl with his fingertip. He said, "I do not remember Procron or the Western Isles; I do not remember Uktena, child. But I remember you, and you are my friend."

  "I am!" Alphena said. She turned away because she was afraid she was about to cry. "You're going to break out of here and come back home and crush Procron. You will!"

  She felt the shaman touch the curl again; then he must have lowered his hand. "I will never break the bounds of this place, little one," he said quietly. "This is my universe. I would have to go outside everything that exists for me to escape it; which I cannot do, no matter how great a magician you think me. No magician, no god even, can do that."

  Perhaps there was sadness in his measured tones as he added, "It is good of you to visit me, Alphena."

  She blinked, then rubbed her eyes fiercely with the backs of her hands before opening them again. They still stung, but she could see.

  Alp
hena could see people beyond where the fish circled. Their figures were hazy, and they didn't sharpen when she focused on them the way everything else in this place did.

  They aren't in this place!

  "Uktena!" she said in excitement. She pointed toward the figures, still visible though they were fading into a greater distance. "Who are they? Could they help you?"

  The shaman laughed. "Little one, little one," he said. "They perhaps could, for only one who remembers much of the arts which the spirits whispered to him could even be in the place between universes. But they will not help me."

  Alphena clenched her fists and squeezed her eyelids almost closed. "They might," she said. "They may!"

  "Alphena, look at me," the shaman said in a voice of command. She turned without thinking.

  The monster of heads and arms and legs beyond number filled her awareness. There was nothing in this place that was not it. Typhon was all.

  Instead of screaming, Alphena closed her eyes and began to cry. Hands took hers gently; arms drew her cheek against a human chest.

  "Don't cry, little one," Uktena said softly. "There is no reason for sadness. What is, is. What other kind of universe could you or I be content in?"

  Instead of rubbing her eyes, Alphena put her arms around the shaman. It was like hugging a muscular tree trunk.

  "I'll free you!" she said. "Some way, some how, I will!"

  But her voice faded and her arms dissolved. Very faintly she heard, "Farewell, little one...."

  Alphena awakened from her dream. It was dawn, and Uktena had risen to do battle.

  ***

  Hedia saw nothing and heard nothing as she dropped into the blue light, not even the screams she tried to force through her throat. She felt Lann's hand, however, so she clung to it as a shipwrecked sailor does to a floating spar.

  With a coldness in her heart beyond any previous fear, Hedia knew there were worse dangers in this place than mere drowning. How long could she be trapped in this place before oblivion replaced even madness?

  Her feet touched--the ground? Something solid, at any rate. Her eyes flew open; she hadn't realized that she had closed them to shut out the terror of nothingness.

  Lann was looking at her in concern, but he hooted cheerfully when she smiled. They stood on a plane that was the same almost-blue neutrality as the disk into which he had drawn her. She thought there were bulks in the far distance, but they had no more shape than clouds on a moonless night.

  The ape-man grunted, then turned and started forward. Hedia felt an instant's terror when he let go of her hand, but she didn't vanish into gray limbo again. She caught her breath and strode after him.

  I wish he'd warned me before he did that.

  She grinned away her scowl. If he had given her any warning, she would have clung to him in fear and despair.

  An arrow with red fletching and an orichalc point dangled from Lann's left hip, wobbling as he walked. It had pierced loose skin, apparently without touching muscle.

  Hedia had been vaguely aware of a zip! zip! as the ship drove into the shielding canopy, but only now did she realize that bowmen aboard the vessel had been shooting at them.

  Shooting at the ape-man, more likely. Though the Minoi might have been willing to cripple Hedia in the hope that they wouldn't nick an artery in the process.

  The arrow was a quivering reminder of how nearly she had been recaptured. It was possible, of course, that before long she might think being in the hands of the Minoi would be preferable to having escaped to this place.

  Hedia grinned again. That seemed unlikely. And so long as she was with Lann, there were compensations.

  She had believed that they were walking along a level plane. That might be true, but the strain on her thighs suggested that she was climbing. There was nothing to judge their progress against; she had only her faith in the ape-man that they were actually going somewhere instead of just going on.

  Movement jerked her attention to the right. What had been foggy distortion when she first reached this side of the disk now resolved to people, or--

  Hedia started back. "Lann!" she said.

  She tugged the ape-man's wrist till he turned to face her, then pointed with her whole arm. "What is that? I thought I saw--"

  She would either have finished the sentence with "--my daughter Alphena," or with, "--the terrible monster I saw in the theater." In the event she said neither, because Lann snatched her arm down with a haste that was just short of violence. Hooting, he swung her around him so that his body was between her and the shifting images. It was the closest thing to anger that he had yet displayed toward her.

  He's afraid of that, whatever it is, Hedia realized. Or anyway, the ape-man was afraid of what might happen if she called attention to them by pointing. That might be a real concern or just the sort of superstition that made a peasant unwilling to claim that his crop was shaping toward a good harvest.

  She wouldn't make that mistake again.

  Lann released her and started forward again. Hedia followed submissively, keeping her arms by her side. When she had reached out to point, her hand had met a resistance which it couldn't feel. There had been nothing visible between her and the beings that she glimpsed, but she was sure that the place her arm went was not really toward what she saw.

  After a dozen paces, Hedia became sure that the ape-man wouldn't turn around to check on her. She glanced to her right.

  Alphena was no longer present. Where there had been a monster indescribable in its vastness and complexity, now stood a man in a loincloth who wore his hair in two braids. He wasn't young, but he was very well set up. Large fish of varied colors circled him at a distance.

  A reflexive smile started to lift the corners of Hedia's mouth. The man's eyes flicked toward her. She could see him as clearly as if they were facing one another at dinner.

  She stiffened; her face, unbidden, set itself into regal lines. I am Hedia, wife of Gaius Saxa and a noble of Carce....

  For this man was a noble also. She didn't know where he came from, but she accepted at a glance that he was her equal in every fashion; and, being male, was possibly a little more equal in some fashions.

  That was all right with her. Hedia's smile was slight but real. In its place.

  When she focused on the man, Hedia had the impression of courtiers standing nearby in obsequious silence. Her eyes followed the motion.

  She saw fish, the same colorful fish as before. When she didn't focus on the nobleman, she saw around them, filling existence, Typhon: a writhing, swollen horror which hungered to grow for all eternity.

  Hedia faced away, grimacing. All this business had started with the vision of Typhon destroying what she now knew was the city of Poseidonis. If that had really happened instead of it being a mirage in the bowl of the theater, she would have been spared these recent days of unpleasantness.

  Though she would have missed Lann also, which would have been a shame. Not tragic, but a shame nonetheless.

  Lann turned. Hedia gave him an impish smile, her reflex when she feared she had been caught in some wrongdoing, but the ape-man wasn't concerned with whether she had continued to look at the figures to their right. Instead he stared past her, back--she could only assume this, as she saw empty gray on all sides--the way they had come.

  The ape-man hooted in concern. He started to go on, then stopped without warning and squatted over his disk.

  One of her first husband's friends had an ape trained to play the dice game Bandits. Lann looked so much like that animal peering over the game board that Hedia half-expected to see him react as the ape had--by suddenly flying into a rage and hurling the board, the counters and all in every direction.

  That had been unexpected and exciting; and dangerous, but danger added spice to life. She giggled, as she had giggled when she watched the screaming ape knot a bronze lamp stand as easily as a man might have done a blade of grass.

  New images appeared around Hedia and the ape-man, replacing their g
ray surroundings with a blankness indistinguishable to her--save for the pair of Atlantean ships which flew out of a spiraling blur. Their sails beat, driving them forward here just as they had on the other side of the portal.

  The Minoi pursuing Hedia in the jungle had not given up when Lann took her through the portal. They would never give up.

  Armored figures stood in the sterns of the vessels. The human servants holding wooden bows and spears were huddled against the railings. Their eyes were closed and many seemed to be mumbling prayers. Several even curled their knees against their chests and wrapped their arms around them.

  The Servitors--four on one vessel, two on the other--were upright and alert; their weapons were orichalc. Hedia couldn't imagine that even Lann's strength would prevail against those odds.

  The ape-man dropped his lens; its images dissolved like sand ramparts in the tide. Facing the Minoi in the unseen distance, he rose into a bandy-legged posture of threat, his head cocked forward and his great fangs bared. He roared loudly, even with no walls to echo from. He roared again, then drummed his broad chest with fists like mauls.

  There was no response. That would come soon enough, Hedia knew, in the form of fiery swords or arrows.

  The ape-man dropped to all fours. Hedia thought he planned to run in his chosen direction until the ships caught them; and perhaps that was all that had been in his bestial mind until his knuckle touched the crystal disk.

  Lann paused, as motionless as a statue covered with shaggy fur. Then, with the deliberation of a torturer raising the poker he had heated, he turned with the disk toward the unseen barrier between them and Typhon.

  Hedia wrung her hands. She shifted her eyes from the crouching ape-man, back to the way they had come. She couldn't see the Minoi, but expectation of their arrival frightened her less than what the ape-man was doing.

  She couldn't bring herself to look at what was happening beyond the barrier. Even so she was aware at the corners of her eyes that something twisted and flowed. It moved like a serpent or a thousand serpents, and she knew what it was even without looking; what it was, and how huge it was.