“Yes, that is the name of the dwelling place of Mordek.”
“Then I would like to go to it.”
Jonath said, “I will take you.”
“Where is it?”
Jonath pointed to the hills. “In the high desert.”
“Far?”
“Half a day’s walk.”
Incarnadine took a deep breath. “Lead on, then.”
Twenty-two
Snowclaw’s World
It had been a strange battle so far. An army of Snowclaws had poured through the portal and swept the invading anti-Guardsmen back. The latter regrouped, however, and, with their numbers magically increased, fought back. The original Guard force was dispersed, fled through various aspects, and these men gradually began to trickle back and join the Snowclaw legions when the anti-Guardsmen retreated. The resulting melee was a confusion of endless furry warriors and differing versions of Guardsmen trying to distinguish friend from foe. As the battle progressed, it was hard to tell who was winning.
Meanwhile, back in the strange lunar aspect, the black tornado was still generating Snowclaws and showed no sign of letting up.
Linda sat at a picnic table (which she had conjured) eating a lunch of potato salad, tuna salad, and chicken salad on a bed of lettuce. There was iced Pepsi to drink. She ate calmly under a beach umbrella, which warded off the harsh ultraviolet of the aspect’s hot, tiny sun.
Arranged around her were eight other picnic tables, umbrellas, and salad lunches. She had not quite learned how to fine-tune her spells, though she knew enough to avoid the mistake she had made with Snowclaw.
Sir Gene came walking up from the portal, which now was a bottleneck. New detachments of white-furred soldiers were rushing through to reinforce the invasion troops.
“Enjoying your repast, I hope,” Sir Gene said.
“Sure. How’s it going back at the castle?”
“It’s bedlam.”
“Well, what did you expect?”
“I don’t quite know. For one side to win, I suppose. Simplistic of me.”
“You ought to know that the castle’s not a simple place.”
“I’m learning. There’s no telling what Incarnadine may come up with next.”
“You should have known that, too. Don’t you think he can conjure demons or monsters, or anything else that could take Snowy in a fight? Snowy’s a hell of a guy, but he’s only hu … I mean, he’s only Snowy.”
“We have an endless supply of him.”
Linda looked at the enigmatic black cloud, which still rotated in the distance. “Yeah, I suppose we do. That’s a problem in itself. What are we going to do with all of him?”
“Can’t you wave them away once we’re done with them?”
“Wave them away. That’s great. You know what it takes to make something, even the most insignificant thing, disappear?”
“I’m afraid I don’t,” Sir Gene said dryly.
“Well, it takes a lot. It takes a subtle counterspell to undo a spell. And here, where the problem is, I can’t even do a spell right in the first place.” She took in all the picnic tables with a sweep of her arm.
“I see your point. But why don’t we worry about that later? First we have to win the battle.”
“Yeah, right. But that’s your department, Generalissimo. By the way, shouldn’t you be at the front?”
“There is no front per se.” Sir Gene went to another table and fetched its plate, sat down, and began eating. “I’m hungry.”
Linda pushed her food aside. “We have no end of problems. We still don’t know what happened to Dalton and Thaxton, and there are probably a lot of Guests who got caught in the fight. And of course, there’s the problem of what happened to Gene. The real one.”
“I’m as real as they come, milady.”
“I wish you weren’t, milord. The only hope is that Gene got through to Earth before the portal went flooey. Which would mean that he’s just cut off, not in danger.”
“Wherever he is, he’s probably safer outside the castle.”
“Thank God Sheila and Trent are out on a cruise. With any luck they’ll miss it all. Who I’m really worried about is Jeremy and Osmirik. God knows what’s going on up in that lab.”
“I can’t get any good intelligence about who holds what inside the castle,” Sir Gene said.
“We really ought to make an attempt to get to the lab,” Linda said. “If the day is going to be saved, Jeremy will do it.”
“You say he’s about to cast a spell that will cure the cosmic disturbance. How close is he to casting it?”
“That’s what I’d like to find out.”
“Well,” Sir Gene said. “I’m game.”
Linda gave him a cold stare. “What is your game?”
“What do you mean?”
“What’s your stake in all of this? This isn’t your castle. You belong somewhere else. In fact, you belong in the anti-castle.”
“Where I’m persona non grata, keep in mind.”
“Okay, so you have a grudge against the phony Incarnadine. Why did you try to fool us into believing you were our Gene?”
“It seemed the thing to do at the time.”
“I’ll bet. You said it yourself, we have no reason to trust you. So, I’m asking you again, what are you up to?”
One end of Sir Gene’s mouth curled upward. “I almost never have a plan. I improvise, play by ear. It’s fun to watch the wheels go spinning around madly. I love a plot.”
“Hope you’re having fun. Meanwhile, assuming just for the hell of it that our interests are in line, let’s talk about what we’re going to do.”
“Let’s,” he said. “I think you’re right about getting to the laboratory. We should at least give it a try.”
“To use your phrase, I’m game. You going to be long eating?”
Sir Gene sent his plate, most of the food still on it, spinning into the rocks. “Done. You could at least conjure something palatable.”
“Excuse me. I happen to like tuna salad.”
“Let’s be off.”
These halls were quiet. They had skirted a half dozen battles after coming through the portal, and had worked their way to a relatively peaceful area of the keep.
Linda stood before a section of blank wall and raised her hands as if in supplication. An elevator door materialized in the stone, a little arrow-shaped green light above it pointing up. The door rolled open.
“Ah, castle magic,” Linda sighed. “Now, this stuff I can work with.”
They stepped aboard and the door slid shut.
“Laboratory floor,” Linda said to no one in particular.
“Interesting to contemplate,” Sir Gene commented. “Is the elevator conscious, do you think?”
“Who knows? It just does what I tell it to do. I could never do elevators that worked until Lord Incarnadine showed me how to make them less mechanical and more magical.”
“You’re a very talented castle magician. My apologies for the remark about the food.”
“My castle food gets all kinds of compliments.” Linda stared off a moment, then said, “What am I like in the other castle? I mean, what’s my counterpart like?”
Sir Gene mulled over his answer. “Difficult.”
“Is she good with magic?”
“Um, in a way. She doesn’t do elevators, that I’ll tell you.”
“No? What kinds of things … oh, never mind. The whole notion is creepy.”
“Yes, the less said about it, the better.”
The elevator door opened. Standing just outside was a huge creature which resembled Snowclaw except for having yellow fur. There were other differences: it was bigger, had even more teeth, and the broadax it wielded was, if possible, more fearsome than the original.
The beast growled, raised the ax, and lunged. Sir Gene had reacted even before the door was all the way open, leaping to jab the CLOSE DOOR button and drawing his sword. The sliding panels sprang back out of their slots and caught the anti-Snowclaw between them. Sir Gene hacked at the beast’s face. Snarling, the thing retreated a step, and the doors closed, shutting it out.