Horrors of the Dancing Gods

behind.

That bothered Larae a lot more than it bothered Irving. 'Then this is all I have? Not even a comb or a brush, let alone a change of clothes?' She sighed and looked very unhappy.

'Getting kinda chilly up here,' he noted uncomfortably, 'but other than that, I can stand it, particularly if it's this hot most of the rest of the way. Poquah can buy you the few things you need.'

'If we find another place with real people and stores,' she retorted, then sat back and sighed. 'I don't know. Perhaps I have been all wrong from the start on this, trying so very hard to keep my own sense of self-identity. If it wasn't for these,' she added, touching a breast, 'I'd be better off simply accepting it, cutting my hair very short, and simply deciding to become a boy. Then I could stop worrying so much about such things.'

Irving looked at her. 'I don't know. There's too much about you of who and what you were — and in effect- still are — to ignore, even if that one thing is there.'

'You speak as if it were a trifle, like a mole or a deep voice. All I am saying is that the true curse isn't that being there so much as what you say — that I am almost wholly of one sex with the organ of the other. It is strange somehow, but do you know that I actually have been in some ways more comfortable this way?'

'What!'

She nodded. 'I do not fear rape, since the rapist will only get an ugly joke on him, yes? I have had no period in almost a year now, with all that implies, and I cannot be made with child. There is a confidence in being male that you would not understand; you were born that way. There's certain freedom, a sense of independence and power that as a woman I was without.'

'Would you rather have been born a guy?'

'Perhaps. I am still undecided on that. Certainly in my culture and in the others I have seen so far, the human ones, anyway, it is preferable if one ever wishes to break out and become someone important, do adventurous romantic things, and take chances on life. And of course, had I been born a boy, I would not exactly be sitting here now, would I? The curse was on the firstborn girl.'

'Is that what you'd wish for, then?' he asked her, feeling a bit distanced from someone he was growing to like an awful lot no matter what her problems. 'To have been born a boy or to become one fully?'

She shrugged. 'I do not know. That is the truth. Your prize is within the Rules. It may have powers to destroy worlds, but it might well not have the power to dissolve a demonic contract. We shall see. We will have to get there first.'

He nodded. 'That was some maneuver you pulled back there with the zombie. Where'd you learn that?'

'All good girls who wish to remain good girls take some sort of self-defense training in my homeland,' she told him. 'I am not very good with weapons, but at defending myself with my own body I am not at all bad.'

The cable car reached the top of the range, and there was a tremendous lurch and a sound as if the whole roof of the car were being marched upon by an invading army. A number of the car's occupants were thrown right out of their seats, and others were badly bounced around.

'Nothing to worry about, folks,' the conductor told them. 'Just switching through here to be ready for the down side.'

That was reassuring, because the sun had set and they were surrounded by total darkness.

Well, not quite total. In fact, for the first time in this land, and in full splendor, the sky was full of stars.

Even Marge found the stars both friendly and familiar. They were essentially the same stars and constellations as on Earth, for this universe was in many ways a minor image of Earth.

Now they cleared the tops of the peaks, and as they did, they passed the other car going back to where they'd come from. It was surprisingly lit up and seemed to be filled with ordinary-looking people standing and sitting and reading papers and looking tired like commuters on a subway heading home. Marge looked over at the 'mechanics' on their car and realized that those others were more of the same. Fresh cliches were replacing tired old ones.

Now they were on their way down, but there were few clouds in sight on this side of the mountains. Instead, there was a vast sea of blackness below, broken only here and there by solitary lights whose origins could not be guessed. From that height it wasn't unlikely that they were seeing eighty or a hundred miles, but if there was any city or town over there, it certainly was hiding itself well.

It didn't appear that much weather of any sort made it over the mountain wall; all below, as far as the eye could see, was one vast desert.

Larae's adrenaline and excitement had worn off, and she drifted off to sleep after a while, her head sinking over onto Irving's shoulder. For some reason it bothered him, as if it weren't right somehow now that he knew she wasn't all a she, but another part of him was torn by his respect for her. He really liked her in spite of it all, and it wasn't as if her situation were her own fault. With a very light sigh, he lifted his arm and put it around her.

Damn it! I know what I would wish for if I had that thing, he thought in frustration, and it wasn't a true-blue boyfriend.

It could be worse, he supposed. She could still have kept her old form down there, but with that demon adding teeth. Whoa! He had a sick feeling just thinking about that one. If he was going to start thinking like that, maybe it was time for him to take a nap, too.

Marge looked at them and smiled. They did make a great couple, except for that one little detail that shouldn't matter but did. She'd been brought up too much one way, and Irving in another. Still, wouldn't that be the final nail in Joe's coffin if he saw this and knew all the facts!

She went over to Poquah and gestured toward them. 'Any hope for her?'

'Difficult to say,' he replied. 'I do believe she is correct in that her initial situation is tied up in both a bargain and a curse. With the Lamp, which was a product of the djinn universe, it would not be a factor, but the McGuffin is within the Rules and was fashioned by artisans of our own space-time continuum. Remove the curse, and the original bargain is back in force and she becomes a sacrifice and property of the demon. You cannot wish away the bargain; that was sealed in blood with Hell on their continuum. I am not even certain she can very much change the way she is right now. The moment the wish is made and the original Lothar curse dissolves, Hell will enforce it, even if it is for mere nanoseconds. About the only thing that might be lifted is the geas, since that was imposed, not a part of the original bargain, and in our continuum.'

'So they're stuck?'

'Well, she certainly is. Irving is still the same as always and has other options.'

'But you can see the attraction.'

'Yes, just looking at them, one can see many threads of common destiny linking one to the other. Of course, this isn't a fatal disease, since such threads are broken all the time by divorce, death, infidelities, and even plots, abductions, accidents — well, you know. His nature, fortified by his own views of his father and his father's condition and reactions, though, makes it almost inconceivable that he could find happiness in what would be essentially a homosexual relationship. She could, but not Irving. It simply isn't in him.'

She nodded. 'And it's eating him alive.' She sighed. 'I guess there's always wishes to change some things, huh?'

'Not for the likes of them,' the Imir commented, 'unless of course we can solve that Hell's bargain conundrum. Master Ruddygore is actually pretty good at that sort of thing, but there are many such that have no answer. I want no one thinking of this as a wish-at-a-time reward system. First of all, we haven't gotten it yet, and second, if we had it, we don't really know how to use it. It is supposed to be rather tricky. I have been given one wish, one statement carefully crafted by Master Ruddygore, and that is the only one allowable.'

She looked at him with a knowing smile. I wonder how you are going to enforce that, considering