“I wasn’t dictating—” Blade said.
“Strangers always bring trouble!” Tiger declared. “Fortunately, I have ways of dealing with trouble.”
“I can see this is getting me nowhere,” Blade remarked, standing and shoving his chair back. “I thank you for your hospitality.”
Tiger grinned. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m leaving,” Blade announced. “I must find my friends and locate Manta.”
Tiger slowly shook his head. “You’re not going anywhere, Blade.”
Blade rested his hands on his Bowies. “Do you intend to stop me?”
Tiger’s right hand disappeared under the table. “Yes. I do.”
“I’m leaving!” Blade repeated.
“Yes, you are,” Tiger concurred. “But not in the manner you expect.”
His right arm moved and there was a loud click.
Blade felt the floor fall out from under him, and the next instant he was hurtling down a dark shaft toward whatever awaited him below.
Chapter Sixteen
Everything was so… strange.
He felt like he was floating, and when he glanced down at himself he received two shocks: first, he was floating; and secondly, his dark-blue uniform seemed to have been replaced by a diffused, light-blue glow.
What was happening?
He stared overhead, bewildered to observe a dark, cylindrical tunnel nearby. The moment he saw the mysterious tunnel, and without consciously willing himself to move, he glided toward the tunnel opening.
As he did, a sensation of extreme serenity pervaded his being.
Was this a dream?
It must be a dream.
Then why did he feel like the experience was really happening?
He shot through the tunnel at a speed defying description. A dim light became visible ahead, at the far end of the tunnel. The closer he grew to the light, the more his serenity intensified. He slowed as he neared the tunnel mouth, and he coasted out into a verdant valley. Green and lush and tranquil, the valley was exquisitely beautiful. His attention was drawn to the center of the valley, to the most incredible edifice he’d ever seen, huge beyond belief, dazzling to the eyes. The atmosphere was permeated by a soft radiance.
Where was he?
A figure appeared, coming toward him from the direction of the edifice.
He studied the figure, certain he knew who it was.
The figure was that of a woman. Her black hair flowed to her shoulders, and she wore a white, shiny, gossamer gown, the gown billowing as she moved.
His mouth dropped open.
Could it be?
She came even closer. Her brown eyes were locked on his blue, her expression one of ineffable happiness.
“This can’t be!” he blurted out when he was a few feet away.
She halted, staring at him with love and joy illumining her visage. “I’m not a ghost, darling,” she said and laughed, and her laughter was like the peeling of melodious bells.
“I’m dreaming!” he stated. “I must be dreaming!”
She shook her head, her luxuriant hair swaying. “No, dearest. This is not a dream.”
He gazed at the valley and the edifice. “But I don’t understand. How…”
“You understand,” she assured him.
“Is this what happens, then?” he asked.
“For some,” she replied.
“I never thought I’d see you again,” he told her, his tone strained.
“The Elders taught you well,” she noted. “Your Family has a better understanding of the higher spheres than most.”
“I feel… at peace,” he said.
She smiled, her teeth glistening white. “All do who enter this realm.
Immature anxiety is prevalent on the nativity spheres of time and space, but not here.”
“But I also feel somewhat uncomfortable,” he conceded.
“Only because you are here prematurely,” she informed him.
“What?”
“Your time has not yet come,” she said. “You entered the portal before your allotted interval.”
“But you…” he began.
“I was sent to greet you,” she explained. “Your guardian alerted us to your coming.”
He shook his head, confused. “I really don’t understand.”
A bright light materialized in the distance.
“What is that?” he inquired.
“Your Guide,” she said.
The light grew brighter and brighter, attaining an indescribable intensity as it drew nearer.
Surprisingly, he was able to gaze at the light without flinching or squinting. Pulsations of warmth and love engulfed him.
“Is it worth it?”
He felt the words in his head; they were not spoken.
“Is it worth it?” the light repeated.
“I don’t understand,” he stated for the third time.
“Is your life worthy of this?”
He stared at the valley and the edifice. “All of this?”
“This is just the beginning. Mortal mind has not conceived of the wonders awaiting those who survive the planetary experience.”
“So I am dead,” he declared.
“No. You are dying. You, the real one, your soul, has ascended prematurely. You must return.”
“But I like it better here,” he said, feeling so content and loved.
“Everyone does. But your time has not yet come.”
“When will my time come?” he asked.
The light did not answer.
“What should I do?” he queried.
“Return to your nativity sphere. We will be reunited as you renew your life struggle.”
“Will I remember any of this?” he questioned.
“Perhaps.”
“I want to remember.”
The light moved away.
He gazed at the woman, his emotions surging, and he went to embrace her.
She backed off, extending her arms. “Do not attempt to touch me. I am not composed of the substance you remember.”
“Can I at least touch you?”
“No,” she told him. “You must go.”
He started toward the tunnel feeling immeasurably melancholy.
“Be of good cheer!” she advised.
“I will miss you,” he said.
“Remember, the faintest flicker of faith is the key,” she stated. “And you possess more than a flicker.”
“I will see you again?” he asked hopefully.
“That is up to you.”
He drifted to the edge of the tunnel and looked back. She was standing there, watching him, a supernal vision of loveliness. If only he could have held her in his arms! “I’ll be back!” he said. “I’ll be back, Alicia!”
She smiled benignly. “I know, Yama.”
His eyes opened, and for a moment he was completely disoriented, his mind a virtual blank. Then the waves of pain hit him, agony excruciating beyond belief, racking his lower back and his abdomen. He grit his teeth, taking his bearings, realizing he was in the ground-floor hallway of the brick structure. His back was to the wall and he was bent forward at an uncomfortable angle.
Where was Rikki?
And what was that noise?
Yama glanced down at the floor. Hours must have elapsed since he’d entered the building. There was more sunlight streaming in the front doors, bathing the hallway in golden rays. Thirstily lapping at a puddle of blood to his left was the source of the noise.
A rat.
A big, hairy rat with a twitching nose and beady eyes. Its tiny tongue was licking away at the crimson pool.
Yama saw his Wilkinson on the floor to his right. Using the gun would be too noisy. He eased his right hand to the survival knife on his hip.