rounded the bend and saw the fire leaping not thirty yards distant.
"AAH! AT LAST! "
The voice came from the fire.
And Elric knew he had found the Burning God.
"I have no quarrel with you, my lord of Chaos! " he called. "I, too, serve Chaos! "
"But I must eat, " came the voice. "CHECKALAKH MUST EAT! "
"I am poor food for one such as you, " Elric said reasonably, putting both his hands around Stormbringer's hilt and taking a step backward.
"Aye, beggar, that thou art-but thou art the only food they send! "
"I'm no beggar! "
"Beggar or not, Checkalakh will devour thee! "
The flames shook and a shape began to be made of them. It was a human shape but comprised entirely of flame. Flickering hands of fire stretched out towards Elric.
And Elric turned.
And Elric ran.
And Checkalakh, the Burning God, came fast as a flash fire behind him.
Elric felt pain in his shoulder and he smelled burning cloth. He increased his speed, having no notion of where he ran.
And still the Burning God pursued him.
"Stop, mortal! It is futile! Thou canst not escape Checkalakh of Chaos! "
Elric shouted back in desperate humour. "I'll be no one's roast pork! " His step began to falter. "Not-not even a god's! "
Like the roar of flames up a chimney, Checkalakh replied, "Do not defy me, mortal! It is an honour to feed a god! "
Both the heat and the effort of running were exhausting Elric. A plan of sorts had formed in his brain when he had first encountered the Burning God. That was why he had started to run.
But now, as Checkalakh came on, he was forced to turn.
"Thou art somewhat feeble for so mighty a Lord of Chaos, " he panted, readying his sword.
"My long sojourn here has weakened me, " Checkalakh replied, "else I would have caught thee ere now! But catch thee I will! And devour thee I must! "
Stormbringer whined its defiance at the enfeebled Chaos God and blade struck out at flaming head and gashed the god's right cheek so that paler fire flickered there and something ran up the black blade and into Elric's heart so that he trembled in a mixture of terror and joy as some of the Burning God's lifeforce entered him.
Eyes of flame stared at the Black Sword and then at Elric. Brows of flame furrowed and Checkalakh halted.
"Thou art no ordinary beggar, 'tis true! "
"I am Elric of Melnibone and I bear the Black Sword. Lord Arioch is my master-a more powerful entity than you, Lord Checkalakh."
Something akin to misery passed across the god's fiery countenance. "Aye-there are many more powerful than me, Elric of Melnibone."
Elric wiped sweat from his face. He drew in great gulps of burning air. "Then why-why not combine your strength with mine. Together we can tear down the portal and take vengeance on those who have conspired to bring us together."
Checkalakh shook his head and little tongues of fire fell from it. "The portal will only open when I am dead. So it was decreed when Lord Donblas of Law imprisoned me here. Even if we were successful in destroying the portal-it would result in my death. Therefore, most powerful of mortals, I must fight thee and eat thee."
And again Elric began to run, desperately seeking the portal, knowing that the only light he could hope to find in the labyrinth came from the Burning God
himself. Even if he were to defeat the god, he would still be trapped in the complex maze.
And then he saw it. He was back at the place where he had been thrown through the membrane.
"It is only possible to enter my prison through the portal, not leave it! " called Checkalakh.
"I'm aware of that! " Elric took a firmer grip on Stormbringer and turned to face the thing of flame.
Even as his sword swung back and forth, parrying every attempt of the Burning God's to seize him, Elric felt sympathy for the creature. He had come in answer to the summonings of mortals and he had been imprisoned for his pains.
But Elric's clothes had begun to smoulder now and even though Stormbringer supplied him with energy every time it struck Checkalakh the heat itself was beginning to overwhelm him. He sweated no more. Instead his skin felt dry and about to split. Blisters were forming on his white hands. Soon he would be able to hold the blade no longer.
"Arioch! " he breathed. "Though this creature be a fellow Lord of Chaos, aid me to defeat him! "
But Arioch lent him no extra strength. He had already learned from his patron demon that greater things were being planned on and above the Earth and that Arioch had little time for even the most favourite of his mortal charges.
Yet, from habit, still Elric murmured Arioch's name as he swept the sword so that it struck first Checkalakh's burning hands and then his burning shoulder and more of the god's energy entered him.
It seemed to Elric that even Stormbringer was beginning to burn and the pain in his blistered hands grew so great that it was at last the only sensation of which he was aware. He staggered back against the iridescent membrane and felt its fleshlike texture on his back. The ends of his long hair were beginning to smoke and large areas of his clothes had completely charred.
Was Checkalakh failing, though? The flames burned
less brightly and there was an expression of resignation beginning to form on the face of fire.
Elric drew on his pain as his only source of strength and he made the pain take the sword and bring it back over his head and he made the pain bring Stormbringer down in a massive blow aimed at the god's head.
And even as the blow descended the fire began to die. Then Stormbringer had struck and Elric yelled as an enormous wave of energy poured into his body and knocked him backwards so that the sword fell from his hand and he felt that his flesh could not contain what it now held. He rolled, moaning, on the floor and he kicked at the air, raising his twisted, blistered hands to the roof as if in supplication to some being who had the power to stop what was happening to him. There were no tears in his eyes, for it seemed that even his blood had begun to boil out of him.
"Arioch! Save me! " He was shuddering, screaming. "Arioch! Stop this thing happening to me! "
He was full of the energy of a god and the mortal frame was not meant to contain so much force. "Aaaah! Take it from me! "
He became aware of a calm, beautiful face looking down upon him as he writhed. He saw a tall manmuch taller than himself-and he knew that this was no mortal at all, but a god.
"It is over! " said a pure, sweet voice. And, though the creature did not move, soft hands seemed to caress him and the pain began to diminish and the voice continued to speak.
"Long centuries ago, I, Lord Donblas the Justice Maker, came to Nadsokor to free it from the grip of Chaos. But I came too late. Evil brought more evil, as evil will, and I could not interfere too much with the affairs of mortals, for we of Law have sworn to let mankind make its own destiny if that is possible. Yet the Cosmic Balance swings now like the pendulum of a clock with a broken spring and terrible forces are at work on the Earth. Thou, Elric, art a servant of Chaos -yet thou hast served Law more than once. It has been
said that the destiny of mankind rests within thee and that may be true. Thus, I aid thee-though I do so against mine own oath...."
And Elric closed his eyes and felt at peace for the first time that he remembered.
The pain had gone, but great energy still filled him. When he opened his eyes again there was no beautiful face looking down on him and the scintillating membrane which had covered the archway had disappeared. Nearby Stormbringer lay and he sprang up and seized the sword, returning it to his scabbard. He noticed that the blisters had left his hands and that even his clothes were no longer charred.