The circle of metaphysicians was hiilf-gone. Reave faced the Minstrel Boy. 'Are you really going to stay here?'
'Absolutely. What about you two? Going to seek your fortune as gods?'
'Ethbuck. . Gronin Gee. . Pretalat Sna. . n'Brandei. .Touser Lafter. .Sal Oti. . Ptran Gee. .Orte Gee. .'
Reave took a deep breath. 'I'm staying, too. I'm not going to get on that carousel.'
It was down to Billy. There were just six metaphysicians left. Their white suits glowed in the muted light from the disk. Certainly a part of him wanted to chance the experience.
'Fest Arnn., Luthor Modesto., TorRomm. . Mahii Mag Gee. . Etif-Erle. .'
Only Showcross Gee was left. As his name was called, he glanced back sadly at the DNA Cowboys and then stepped off into discorporation. Billy suddenly moved. Three paces took him to the edge of the bowl created by the disk.
'Billy Oblivion.'
And then he froze. He could not step out.
'There is no second call.'
After that the voice was silent. Billy walked slowly back to the others.
'So what did we prove by ducking the roll call of destiny?'
'That we're stubbornly human.'
'No shit.'
The disk was rising again. The floor was regaining its original shape and level. The glow started to fade. The floating pyramid block sank slowly to the floor. All energy and color seemed to have gone from the chamber. It was lit by a single white light.
Billy sighed. 'And that's that.'
Reave settled himself with his back against the wall. 'You know what this means?'
The Minstrel Boy nodded. 'It's the blaze of glory.'
'The entire Bolivian National Guard.'
Billy also sat down. 'I ain't ready to die yet.'
'It's got to happen sometime.'
'We were offered a way out.'
Billy squatted down beside the other two. 'Yeah, but we blew it, each in his own way.'
'So when do we make this final bow?'
'I guess when we're all ready for. .' Reave's voice trailed off, and he made a helpless gesture. 'Hell, I don't know.'
For a long time the three men sat in silence, lost in their own thoughts. Finally Billy could not stand it any longer. He stood up and announced that he was off in search of wine. After about twenty minutes he came back with two large jugs.
'What the hell, let's drink this down and go out and face Baptiste.'
The other two looked at him in silence, knowing that it was probably the best suggestion.
Billy set the wine down. 'Can you think of any way around this?'
Reave shook his head and uncapped the first jug. 'No way at all, but what the hell? We knew this was coming from the first moment we all met up again.'
The Minstrel Boy raised an eyebrow. 'You really believe that?'
'Don't you?'
The Minstrel Boy nodded. 'Yeah, I believe it. It ain't just us, either. You can smell it. The whole fucking world is running out of road.'
Billy took the jug from Reave. His face was wistful. 'There's still a lot of world out there. Still a lot that I'd like to see. '
'Yeah, but it's fading fast. The realities are going one by one. Krystaleit's gone, and it won't be too long before Baptiste destroys this place. I figure the other places probably aren't faring much better. We haven't seen anything but violence and destruction since we got back together.'
Reave agreed. 'Minstrel Boy's right. We've seen the best of it.'
Billy took a long pull on the jug and looked from Reave to the Minstrel Boy. 'This is really it, isn't it?'
They both nodded.
'Sure looks like it.'
Billy shook his head. 'Damn.'
A lopsided grin spread over the Minstrel Boy's face. 'At least we get the chance to go out with a bang.'
'What's the point of going out with a bang if there ain't nobody left around to tell the story.'
The Minstrel Boy took the jug. 'You hit a deep philosophical point there, Billy Oblivion.'
Reave uncapped a second jug. 'Seems to me that all we can do is sit around and drink our fill. When we're drunk and ready, we'll go out and see to Baptiste. At least we can take a few of the bastards with us.'
The initial effect of the wine was to make them maudlin. The memories started coming out, all the brave tales of the old days before so much trouble had come across the world, tales of gun-fights and women and seven- day drunks and nights of wretched excess. There was a period of enthusiasm and affection when the three men vied with each other to convince themselves what fine, reckless, and dashing old boys they had been. The alcohol moved on, however, and let the sadness in. They could not contain the knowledge that memories were all they had left. Boasting gave way to gloomy introspection, and they lapsed into silence.
They drank steadily, each man alone with his own thoughts, with little or no sense of time. In the end it was the Minstrel Boy who took a pull from the nearest jug and found that there was only a mouthful left. He swallowed it, sediment and all, and hurled the jug away. It shattered against the far wall.
The Minstrel Boy stood up with an angry finality, 'That's it. I've had enough. Let's get to it.'
Billy and Reave finished the other jug in a couple of gulps and also got to their feet.
'Yeah, there ain't no point in putting it off.'
As they walked toward the portal to the outside, Reave drew one of his pistols and handed it to the Minstrel Boy.'You don't want to go out without a gun in your hand.'
The Minstrel Boy briefly squeezed his arm. 'Thanks.'
There was a short delay while they searched for the mechanism that would roll back the stone blocks. As far as the Minstrel Boy could estimate, it had to be dark outside. He entertained a brief, fragile hope. Maybe the darkness would give them an edge. Maybe they could slip away. Then Billy found the controls to the doors, and there were no more reprieves and no more excuses.
Reave's face stretched into a forced grin.' Any bright ideas'?'
Billy and the Minstrel Boy shook their heads. Reave nodded to Billy.
'Okay, here we go.'
Billy threw the switch. The blocks started to pivot. Sunlight streamed in, almost blinding them. It was broad daylight outside. Either they had lost all track of time, or the metaphysicians' disk had changed the rate of its passing inside the pyramid.
'Ready?'
The Minstrel Boy sighed. 'Fuck it, let's go.'
They ran out firing wildly. Baptiste seemed to have half his force deployed on the steps below them. They had never looked into so many leveled weapons. For a stretched instant of unreality no one fired at them. Then every one of Baptiste's guns opened up. The blaze of glory came all at once, a single fireflash that could not be sustained or prolonged. White pain, white light, white heat.
'Top of the world, Ma!'
