Escape with the Dream Maker

by Gilbert L. Morris

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  © 1997 by

  GILBERT MORRIS

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  ISBN: 978-0-8024-3692-4

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  Contents

  1.

  Last Days for Nuworld

  2.

  An Odd Sort of Town

  3.

  Oliver

  4.

  A Fellow Needs a Lift!

  5.

  Hooked

  6.

  The Real Thing

  7.

  “I Trust You, Josh!”

  8.

  Standing in the Gap

  9.

  Wash Jones—Detective

  10.

  “You’re Not Real!”

  11.

  A Calico Dress

  12.

  The Soldier

  13.

  Another Kind of Cowboy

  14.

  Ensign Jake Garfield

  15.

  The Ball

  16.

  Goél Speaks

  1

  Last Days for Nuworld

  I’m so tired, I don’t think I can make it another day, Sarah!”

  Josh Adams slumped down beside the small stream that wound through the village and locked his fingers behind his head. Josh was a tall, gangling teenager with a mop of auburn hair and dark blue eyes. He closed his eyes, saying, “It seems like it’s nothing but one mission after another—and nothing ever really gets accomplished.”

  Sarah Collingwood sat beside him and crossed her legs Indian fashion. She was wearing a pair of faded blue slacks and a man’s white shirt. Her black hair had just a trace of red in it. She had large brown eyes and was, at fifteen, experiencing that first bloom of womanhood that comes to young girls. She was small and graceful, but fatigue marked her face as she answered quietly, “I know what you mean, Josh. It’s hard to get up every morning knowing that nothing is really going to change.”

  Five yards away a flock of sparrows began a miniature war, fighting and rolling in the dust. They cheeped angrily, and finally the largest bird appeared to win some sort of victory.

  Josh had opened his eyes slightly to watch the battle, and a cynical smile tugged the corners of his lips upward. “You’d think birds could agree, wouldn’t you? Even the birds can’t get along in this blasted Nuworld!”

  “Oldworld wasn’t a paradise either,” Sarah reminded him. “Birds fought there sometimes too.”

  But Oldworld was long gone. It had been called Earth once, but a nuclear holocaust had seared the planet. Continents moved, ice caps melted, new lands rose out of the sea. The inhabitants of the world changed too. The explosion caused mutants of all sorts to spring up in the races that developed after the Great Burning. There were giants, and dwarfs, and Snake-people, and all sorts of alien life forms roaming the planet that was now called Nuworld.

  Josh and six other teenagers had been saved from the nuclear explosion by a small group of scientists, including Josh’s father. The seven young people had been put into special capsules, where they slept for many years. Finally they had emerged to find a strange planet in which a sinister being called the Dark Lord was engaged in a horrifying struggle against Goél, the leader of the free peoples. The Seven Sleepers, as they were called, became the servants of Goél. He sent them on several dangerous missions, which had taken them under the sea, across burning deserts, to the tops of mountains, and into jungles harboring saber-toothed tigers.

  “How much longer do you think it will be?” Sarah asked idly. She plucked a dry dandelion out of the green grass, examined it, blew at it. As the tiny fragments scattered, she tossed the stem down, saying, “I wish we would have done with it. I know Goél is going to win—but sometimes it doesn’t look like it.”

  Josh was almost asleep. He mumbled drowsily, “It’s not just the physical stuff that’s so hard. That’s bad enough. I get tired, but I’m tired inside. You know what I mean, Sarah?”

  “I know. I think they called it ‘battle fatigue’ back in the wars on Oldworld. Men just got so tired fighting they couldn’t go on.”

  The two rested, saying little, for in truth they were exhausted. They had actually been little more than children when they had first been called from their sleep capsules; now, Josh and Sarah were sixteen and fifteen and had matured greatly. They had paid a price, however. The strain had taken its toll on them.

  Finally they wandered up to the house where the Sleepers had been staying since their last assignment.

  Josh looked up the four steps that led to the main floor and shook his head. “I don’t know if I can climb those steps,” he groaned.

  “Sure you can.” Sarah took his arm. “Let me help you. I was always taught to respect my elders.”

  Josh managed a grin. “I’m only a year older than you are.” As they reached the landing, he said, “That means we’ll never get married.”

  Sarah shot him a startled look. “What do you mean by that?”

  “I’ve decided to marry an older woman. Maybe someone seventeen.”

  “I hope you marry a widow who’s forty years old and has six redheaded, mean children!”

  They stepped inside as Sarah said this, and the five young people who were sprawled around the room heard her comment.

  “What do you mean, ‘redheaded children’?” Jake Garfield piped up. “Redheaded kids aren’t mean. They’re like me—easy to get along with.” Jake had a New York City accent even after being away for so long. He was small, with brown eyes—and red hair.

  A laugh went around the group, and the tallest boy, a handsome, athletic seventeen-year-old named Dave Cooper, added, “Everybody knows redheads are hot-tempered. Now you take us guys with yellow hair and blue eyes—we’re right out of GQ magazine.”

  A groan went up, and the girl sitting next to Dave, Abbey Roberts, said, “There’s no chance of you winning the humility award, Dave Cooper!”

  At fifteen, Abbey had large blue eyes, long blonde hair, and beautifully shaped features. And despite the hardships of their journey, she had managed to dress in a neat light-green skirt and a tan blouse that fit well. She was carefully made up, and her hair was done expertly. She looked over at the small black boy sitting by the window, looking out. “Wash, do you think redheads are mean?”

  Wash was really named Gregory Randolph Washington Jones. He had been born in New Orleans and had grown up on the street there until he had been popped into a sleep capsule. At fourteen, he was slightly undersized, but he continually wore a cheerful smile. “I suppose redheads are just about like the rest of us. Some good and some bad—but Jake there, I expect he’s one of the better redheads.”

  The young man leaning against the wall beside Wash was six feet one, even though he was only sixteen. Lea
n, lanky, and muscular, he had very light blue eyes, bleached yellow hair, and was sunburned. Freckles were scattered over his face. His name was Bob Lee Jackson, but everyone called him Reb. He was a true Southerner from the hills of Arkansas originally, who was still fighting the Civil War.

  “When do you think we might get out of this place and do something?” Reb asked. “I’m gonna go crazy! It’s like being in the pokey. Why, my Uncle Seedy, if he was here, he’d get us on our way toward a new adventure.”

  A groan went up. Of all the Sleepers, Reb was the only one who continually looked for new adventures.

  “Don’t tell me about your Uncle Seedy. I don’t want to hear about him anymore,” Jake protested. He had been busily working on some invention.

  “What’re you making now?” Josh inquired, coming over to look at the mass of wires and tubes and coils.

  Jake stared at him adamantly. “I’m not going to tell you until it’s finished. I’ve taken enough ribbing from you about my inventions.”

  “I hope it’s not a bomb that’s going to blow us all up,” Sarah said wearily. Then she slumped down onto one of the straight-back chairs. “Though I don’t know but what that might be a welcome relief.”

  “I’m surprised to hear you say so, my daughter.” The new voice seemed to come from nowhere.

  And then every one of the young people leaped to his feet.

  Standing in the doorway was a tall man wearing a light gray robe. He had pushed back the hood, and his long brown hair hung down past his shoulders. He had warm brown eyes, a generous mouth, and could have been anywhere between twenty-five and fifty.

  “Goél!” Josh shouted, and instantly his fatigue seemed to drop away. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

  “I know you have,” Goél said, “but I have had many miles to travel.”

  “Here, we have some apple cider. Let me heat it up for you, Goél,” Sarah said quickly. She was given to touches like that—cooking and keeping house, whenever the Sleepers had a house to keep.

  Abbey could not cook an egg without ruining it, but she was good at serving, and as soon as Sarah poured the cider, Abbey served Goél first and then the rest of them. “I hope you like it, sire,” she said.

  “I’m sure I will,” Goél said. He drank gratefully, then took a seat on the chair that Wash had brought. “Thank you, my son.” Goél waved an arm. “All of you sit down. I have many things to say.”

  “Will you stay long this time, Goél?”

  “No, I must be gone almost immediately.” When a slight groan went up, a smile touched his full lips. “Some day it will be different, but for now we must do what we must.”

  Reb said, “Well, that’s what John Wayne always said. You all remember? In about a hundred movies he said, ‘A man does what he’s got to do.’ I guess him and you are right, Goél. So what’re we going to do now?”

  “I know what you would like to do.” Goél fixed his eyes on the tall boy. “You would like to go back to Camelot, and put on a suit of armor, and fight dragons again.”

  Reb looked down at the floor, embarrassed. In truth, their adventure to the land of Camelot had been the high point of his life. He had become an expert jouster and had, indeed, done battle with something like a dragon. When he looked up, his light blue eyes glowed. “Is that where we’re going? Back to Camelot?”

  “I’m afraid not, Reb.” Goél seemed to note the disappointment on the young man’s face and said, “Few of us get to do just what we’d like to do. That is a prize that must be won. But I promise you that some day, if you trust me and obey, you will come through to your heart’s desire.”

  He then looked around at the Sleepers, and when Goél’s eyes locked onto his, Josh thought, He knows everything I’m thinking—he knows everything I’ve ever done! As the eyes continued to hold his, another startling thought came, And I think he knows everything I’m going to do! It was disconcerting. Josh, like every other boy and every girl, had a secret life that he would not care to see paraded before everyone’s gaze. Yet, somehow it was comforting to know that here was one who knew all about him but still had faith in him and love for him.

  “I’m ready to go wherever you say, Goél,” he said simply.

  “You are a good servant of Goél, Joshua.” There was pleasure in the tall man’s eyes. He sipped his cider and for some time sat talking about the groups all over the world that bore his name. They were called, collectively, “The House of Goél,” and they comprised all sorts of strange beings as well as those who looked much like dwellers of Oldworld.

  Despite Goél’s statement that he must leave soon, he found time to speak with each one of the Sleepers alone.

  Sarah prepared a fine supper—including steaks and fried potatoes and a salad—and Reb somewhere had found a quantity of fresh milk. They enjoyed the meal together, and afterward, when night came on, Josh lit the lamps.

  Finally, Goél arose. “You have a mission to perform once again, and you have never failed me. You have gone through dark hours, dangerous times, but this, I think, will be perhaps your most dangerous mission of all.”

  “It can’t be worse than those giant squid!” Wash exclaimed. It had been Wash who braved an enormous octopuslike creature in the undersea world.

  “There may be physical dangers, yes, but some dangers are worse. There are many men and women and young people who could face a physical trial but who would falter before other kinds.”

  “What other kinds of trials do you mean, Goél?” Sarah asked.

  “Spiritual trials are always harder than any other kind,” he said. “We’re in a spiritual battle for the world, as well as a physical one, and I would warn each of you to be on guard. You’re all my servants, and I’m proud of each one of you. You all have your strengths . . .” His eyes glided again over each one of them as he said quietly, “And you all have your weaknesses. That is the way of men, and it always will be in this world.”

  “Can you tell us more about the mission, sire?” Dave asked.

  “Something strange and terrible has been happening in Nuworld.” Goél’s face darkened, his eyes smoldered. “Some of my most trusted servants have disappeared.”

  “Disappeared!” Jake exclaimed. “What do you mean?”

  “I mean exactly that. They have fallen out of sight.” He hesitated, then said, “I caution you again. Be very careful! You might be one of the next to disappear. Those that have been taken have been some of my most trusted aides, even as you are.”

  “But what are we to do?” Abbey asked with some bewilderment.

  “Your mission is simply to find my servants and bring them back. They have somehow fallen under the power of the Dark Lord, and they must be rescued.”

  “But how can we find them?”

  “That is part of your mission—finding where they have gone. I will give you a helper along the way. But there will be those who would lead you astray. So be very careful.”

  “How will we know our helper?”

  Goél said quietly, “I have given the one who will help you a special phrase. When he meets you, he will say, ‘The stars are doing their great dance.’ Do not trust anyone who does not say exactly those words—‘The stars are doing their great dance’—and then you must say as a countersign, ‘Yes, and every tree will sing.’”

  For a few moments he gave them further instructions, concluding, “As you trust in me, so will your mission succeed. Farewell, my Seven Sleepers.” He hesitated, then said, “The last days are upon this planet. The final battle looms on the horizon. I think this may be your last mission before that battle—and your most dangerous. Take care. Remember the signs.”

  Goél turned and without another word stepped out of the doorway and faded into the darkness.

  A silence fell over the group, and at last Josh said wearily, “So we’ve got to find the missing members of the House of Goél, and then we’ve got to get them free.” He slouched down in his chair, saying nothing more.

  As Sarah and Wa
sh began cleaning up the supper dishes, Wash said, “I never seen Josh look so worn out. It looks like he can hardly keep his eyes open.”

  Sarah glanced over at Josh, who was sprawled in his chair, his head tilted back. “He’s exhausted—but then we all are.”

  “Well, we better get some more get up and go.” Then Wash looked down at the dishes in his hands and shook his head. “But it seems like my get up and go done got up and went!”

  2

  An Odd Sort of Town

  For several days the Sleepers spent a great deal of time trying to figure out their strategy. Goél had told them little enough about the crisis; however, he had left a list of his servants who had disappeared.

  At their first planning meeting, Josh said, “This list is about all we have to go on. Something in this list has to give us some kind of clue. Everyone take a copy and study it. Try to find something on the list that’ll help pinpoint how to start.”

  As simple as the plan sounded, it did not prove to be easy. Each Sleeper studied the names and descriptions of the missing servants. From time to time, they came together to share their findings. The difficulty was that there were no findings.

  One afternoon they sat around the room, staring at their lists blankly, all of them drained mentally. It was Jake who finally noticed something common to most of the names. He said slowly, “I do see one thing.”

  “Well, what is it?” Dave demanded. “Anything is better than nothing.”

  Jake held up his list. “Almost all of these people disappeared from the same general area. Look—I’ve drawn a map. Every X you see is where they’ve disappeared.”

  The Sleepers huddled around Jake, staring down at his map, which he placed flat on the pine table. There was a moment’s silence.

  Then Wash said, “See how many of them are clustered around that one little spot. What’s that town there on the map, Jake?”