"Yes," Bink agreed hastily. "Now if we can leave-"
"What's dirt doing on my teak parquet?" the lord demanded. There was now a crowd of actors and servants about him, helping him up, brushing him off, fawning.
"The squiggle," Bink said, dismayed. "It found us again."
"Oh, so it's a friend of yours!" the lord cried, proceeding dramatically from rage to rage. "I should have known! It shall be the first to be cursed!" And he pointed one finger, shaking with emotion, at the pile. "All together now. A-one, a-two, a-three!"
Everyone linked hands and concentrated. At the count of three the curse came forth, like a bolt of lightning from the lord's finger. Ball lightning: it formed into a glowing mass the size of a fist, and drifted down to touch the dirt. At contact it exploded-or imploded. There was a flash of darkness and a momentary acrid odor; then the air cleared and there was nothing. No dirt, no squiggle, no flooring, in that region.
The lord glanced at the hole with satisfaction. "That's one squiggle that will never bother us again," he said. "Now for you, half-man." He raised his terrible finger to point at Chester. "A-one, a-two-"
Bink dived across, knocking the man's arm aside. The curse spun off and smashed into a column. There was another implosion of darkness, and a chunk of the column dissolved into nothingness.
"Now see what you've done!" the lord cried, becoming if possible even more angry than before. Bink could not protest; probably his talent had been responsible for the seemingly random shot. The curse had to destroy something, after all.
Bink himself would be immune-but not Chester, "Let's get out of here!" Bink said. "Give me a ride out of range of those curses!"
Chester, about to draw his sword, reconsidered in mid-motion. "That's right-I can take care of myself, but you're just a man. Come on!"
Bink scrambled to straddle the centaur's back, and they leaped away just as the lord was leveling another curse. Chester galloped down the hall, his feet oddly silent because of the hoofpads. The fiends set up a howl of pursuit
"Which way is out?" Bink cried.
"How should I know? That's birdbeak's department I'm only a former guest of the fiends."
Good old Chester! All prickle and performance.
"We're somewhere upstairs," Bink said. "Except they don't use stairs. We could break out a window and swim-" He reached into his pocket, feeling the bottle that contained Crombie, Grundy, and the Magician. He fumbled until he found the one containing the water-breathing-spell pills; couldn't afford a mistake now! "We'd better take new pills; it's been over two hours."
They gulped their pills on the run. Now they were ready for the water-if they could find it They had left the pursuit behind for the moment; no man on foot could match the speed of a centaur.
Bink had a second thought "We don't want to go out-we want to go down. Into the nether region, to the source of magic."
"Where they tried to scare us away from," Chester agreed. He spun about as neatly as he had when dodging exploding pineapples, his two front feet down so that fore and hind sections rotated about the axis. Then he cantered back the way they had come.
"Hold up!" Bink screamed. "This is suicidal! We don't even know where the entrance to the vortex is!"
"The vortex has to be in the center of the castle; matter of architectural stability," Chester said. "Besides which, I have a fair directional sense of my own; I know roughly where it is from here. I am prepared to make my own entrance." Bink tended to forget that behind the brutal facade lay a fine centaur mind Chester knew what he was doing.
They rounded a corner-and plowed into the charging fiends. People went tumbling every which way-but a massive curse rose up from the jumble and sailed after Chester.
Bink, glancing nervously back, spied it. "Chester-run!" he cried. "There's a curse on your tail!"
"On my tail!" Chester cried indignantly, and leaped forward. He didn't mind threats to his homely face, but his beautiful behind was sacred.
The curse, oriented on its target, pursued with determination. "This one we can't avoid," Bink said. "It's locked onto us, as the other was locked onto the ogre,"
"Should we swear off crunching bones?"
"I never was much for human bones anyway!"
"I think the vortex is ahead," Chester said. "Hang on-I'm going in!"
He leaped-directly at a blank wooden panel. The wood shattered under the impact of his forehooves, and the two of them crashed directly into the vortex.
Bink's last thought as the awful swirl engulfed him, hauling him brutally around and around and down and down, providing one terrifying glimpse of its dark center shaft, was: what would happen to the curse that followed them? Then he spiraled into oblivion.
Chapter 10
Precious Nymph
Bink woke naked and battered, but not cold. He lay strewn on the edge of a warm, glowing lake. Hastily he dragged his feet out of the water, fearful of predators.
He heard a groan. A little farther along lay the centaur, limbs projecting in six directions. It had been an extremely violent descent; had they not had that water-breathing magic, they would surely have drowned. Bink scrambled to his feet and lumbered toward his friend "Chester! Are you-"
He paused. Midway between them he spied the sparkle of a star or jewel. Foolishly he paused to pick it up; he had no use for such a bauble. But it turned out to be only a shard of glass.
Chester groaned again, and lifted his head. Takes more than a mere vortex to put away a centaur," he said. "But maybe not much more "
Bink completed the distance between them, and tried to help his friend rise. "Hey, are you trying to cut me?" Chester demanded.
"Oops, sorry. I picked up this fragment of-" Bink paused again, looking at it "There's something in it! That is-"
Chester got to his feet. "Let me see that." He reached down to take the fragment His eyes rounded in surprise. "That's Humfrey!"
"What?" Bink thought he had misheard.
"It's hard to see in this dim glow, but it's him, all light. This must be a piece of the magic mirror, thrown ashore by coincidence. What happened to the Good Magician?"
"I lost the bottle!" Bink exclaimed with horror. "It was in my pocket-" His hand slapped his flesh where his pocket had been.
"He had the mirror with him. How did even one fragment of it get out of the bottle, unless-"
"Unless the bottle was smashed," Bink finished. "In which case-"
"In which case they were released. But where-and in what condition? They didn't have the water-breathing pills."
"If they got out just when that curse caught up-"
Chester looked closely at the fragment of glass. "Humfrey seems to be well-and I see the griffin behind him. I think they're still inside the bottle, though."
Bink looked. "They are! I see the curving glass walls, and the upholstery. It has been shaken up some, but the bottle never broke." He was relieved. A broken bottle might well have meant the end of his friends. "And they have another fragment of glass!" He raised his hand in a wave. "Hi, folks!"
Silently, Humfrey waved back. "He sees us in his fragment!" Chester exclaimed. "But that's impossible, because the broken mirror is out here."