Werther thought for a moment. Then he shook his head.
"You must be very minor Lords of Chaos, " said Elric, biting his lower lip.
From the lake, Mistress Christia giggled and drew one of the mermaids towards her. "Come here, my pretty piscine! "
"Mistress Christia! " hissed Werther de Goethe.
"Oh! " The captive widened her eyes (which were now both large and blue). "At last! "
"You wish to be rescued?" said Elric.
"Rescued? Only by you, most alluring of albinos! "
Elric hardened his features. "I am not the one who loves you, madam."
"What? I am loved? By whom? By you, Duke of Queens?"
"Sshh, " said Elric. "The demons will hear us."
"Oh, of course, " said Mistress Christia gravely, and fell silent for a second. "I'll get rid of all this, shall I?"
And she touched one of her rings.
Ship, lake and merfolk were gone. She lay on silken cushions, attended by monkeys.
"Sorcery! " said Elric, "if she has such power, then why —?"
"It is limited, " explained Werther. "Merely to such tricks."
"Quite, " said Mistress Christia.
Elric glared at them. "You surrounded me with illusions. You make me think I am aiding you, when really…"
"No, no! " cried Werther. "I assure you, Lord Elric, you have our greatest respect — well, mine at least — we are only attempting to —"
There was a roar from the gallery above. Rank upon rank of grinning demons looked down upon them. They were armed to the teeth.
"Hurry! " The Duke of Queens leapt to the cushions and seized Mistress Christia, flinging her over his shoulder. "We can never defeat so many! "
The demons were already rushing down the circular staircase. Elric, still not certain whether his new friends deceived him or not, made a decision. He called to the Duke of Queens. "Get her from the castle. We'll keep them from you for a few moments, at least." He could not help himself. He behaved impulsively.
The Duke of Queens, sword in hand, Mistress Christia over the other shoulder, ran into a narrow passage. Elric and Werther stood together as the demons rushed down on them. Blade met blade. There was an unbearable shrilling of steel mingled with the cacklings and shrieks of the demons as they gnashed their teeth and rolled their eyes and slashed at the pair with swords, knives and axes. But worst of all was the smell. The dreadful smell of burning flesh which filled the air and threatened to choke Elric. It came from the demons. The smell of Hell. He did his best to cover his nostrils as he fought, certain that the smell must overwhelm him before the swords. Above him was a set of metal rungs fixed into the stones, leading high into a kind of chimney. As a pause came he pointed upward to Werther, who understood him. For a moment they managed to drive the demons back. Werther jumped onto Elric's shoulders (again displaying a strange lightness) and reached down to haul the albino after him.
While the demons wailed and cackled below, they began to climb the chimney.
They climbed for nearly fifty feet before they found themselves in a small, round room whose windows looked out over the purple crags and, beyond them, to a scene of bleak rocky pavements pitted with holes, like some vast unlikely cheese.
And there, rolling over this relatively flat landscape, in full daylight (for the sun had risen) was the Duke of Queens in a carriage of brass and wood, studded with jewels, and drawn by two bovine creatures which looked to Elric as if they might be the fabulous oxen of mythology who had drawn the war-chariot of his ancestors to do battle with the emerging nations of mankind.
Mistress Christia was beside the Duke of Queens. They seemed to be waiting for Elric and Werther.
"It's impossible, " said the albino. "We could not get out of this tower, let alone those crags. I wonder how they managed to move so quickly and so far. And where did the chariot itself come from?"
"Stolen, no doubt, from the demons, " said Werther. "See, there are wings here." He indicated a heap of feathers in the corner of the room. "We can use those."
"What wizardry is this?" said Elric. "Man cannot fly on bird wings."
"With the appropriate spell he can, " said Werther. "I am not that well versed in the magic arts, of course, but let me see…" He picked up one set of wings. They were soft and glinted with subtle, rainbow colours. He placed them on Elric's back, murmuring his spelclass="underline"
"Oh, for the wings, for the wings of a dove ,
To carry me to the one I love…"
"There! " He was very pleased with himself. Elric moved his shoulders and his wings began to flap. "Excellent! Off you go, Elric. I'll join you in a moment."
Elric hesitated, then saw the head of the first demon emerging from the hole in the floor. He jumped to the window ledge and leapt into space. The wings sustained him. Against all logic he flew smoothly towards the waiting chariot and behind him came Werther de Goethe. At the windows of the tower the demons crowded, shaking fists and weapons as their prey escaped them.
Elric landed rather awkwardly beside the chariot and was helped aboard by the Duke of Queens. Werther joined them, dropping expertly amongst them. He removed the wings from the albino's back and nodded to the Duke of Queens who yelled at the oxen, cracking his whip as they began to move.
Mistress Christia flung her arms about Elric's neck. "What courage! What resourcefulness! " she breathed. "Without you, I should now be ruined! "
Elric sheathed Stormbringer. "We all three worked together for your rescue, madam." Gently he removed her arms. Courteously he bowed and leaned against the far side of the chariot as it bumped and hurtled over the peculiar rocky surface.
"Swifter! Swifter! " called the Duke of Queens, casting urgent looks backwards. "We are followed! "
From the disappearing tower there now poured a host of flying, gibbering things. Once again the creatures had changed shape and had assumed the form of striped, winged cats, all glaring eyes, fangs and extended claws.
The rock became viscous, clogging the wheels of the chariot, as they reached what appeared to be a silvery road, flowing between the high trees of an alien forest already touched by a weird twilight.
The first of the flying cats caught up with them, slashing.
Elric drew Stormbringer and cut back. The beast roared in pain, blood streaming from its severed leg, its wings flapping in Elric's face as it hovered and attempted to snap at the sword.
The chariot rolled faster, through the forest to green fields touched by the moon. The days were short, it seemed, in this part of Chaos. A path stretched skyward. The Duke of Queens drove the chariot straight up it, heading for the moon itself.
The moon grew larger and larger and still the demons pursued them, but they could not fly as fast as the chariot which went so swiftly that sorcery must surely speed it. Now they could only be heard in the darkness behind and the silver moon was huge.
"There! " called Werther. "There is safety! "
On they raced until the moon was reached, the oxen leaping in their traces, galloping over the gleaming surface to where a white palace awaited them.
"Sanctuary, " said the Duke of Queens. And he laughed a wild, full laugh of sheer joy.
The palace was like ivory, carved and wrought by a million hands, every inch covered with delicate designs.
Elric wondered. "Where is this place?" he asked. "Does it lie outside the Realm of Chaos?"