time left.
Eddie, you re here at last. About time, boy. I m leaving this message for you because there s no one else. Listen to me, Eddie, for once in your life. We have been betrayed by one of our own. The Hall s defences are down, the Hall is under siege and the family is under attack. Our ancient enemies have finally brought us down. Avenge us! The Immortals can t be allowed to get away with this!
Molly started to say something when he used that name, but I shushed her fiercely. I needed to concentrate on what Uncle James was trying to tell me.
The Matriarch Penelope is dead, along with her husband, Nicholas. Jack is out there somewhere, organising what defences we have left. He always was the best field agent this family ever produced. I ve sent my lab assistants out to back him up, armed with whatever we had lying around, but the odds are I ll never see them or Jack again. They took our armour away from us, Eddie. Sabotaged us from within. I can t even activate the self- destruct systems for the Armoury. I ve destroyed the key to the Lion s Jaws; I can do that much. At least now they ll never get their hands on the Forbidden Weapons. But they ll probably get everything else.
He stopped for a moment and then smiled at me. All these years in the Armoury, producing weapon after weapon for the family to use to bring down the world s enemies and in the end it s one of our own that s brought about our ending. There s no way out for me. All that s left is to die fighting and deny the Immortals as much as I can. I don t know where you are right now, Eddie. We tried for so long to find you and bring you home. We should never have driven you out, driven you away. I don t know where you ve gone to ground, but you must have dug yourself a really deep hole if even the Heart can t find you. Listen to me, Eddie. Please. If you re listening to this, odds are you re the only one of us to survive. The Last Drood. The Immortals have made it very clear they re not interested in taking prisoners. Just bodies, for dissection. I m asking you, begging you, to forget the Past, forget everything that came between us, and do whatever you have to do to avenge the family and bring down our enemies: the Immortals. Don t let those bastards win.
The image disappeared abruptly, and a cold deathly silence fell across the Armoury. Tears burnt my eyes. He wasn t my uncle James, but he was close enough. His words tore at my heart. Why wasn t I there when they needed me? I realised Molly was all but jumping up and down at my side, and turned to look at her.
What?
Don t you get it, Eddie? This wasn t your family! This isn t your Hall! This is some other Drood Hall, from some other dimension! And that means your family and your Hall are Somewhere Else, probably safe and alive!
I had worked that out for myself, I said.
So many of the details in what he said were wrong. No wonder the entrance to the Armoury wasn t where it should have been.
Is that all you ve got to say? Your family is still alive! All this happened to some other family!
They were still Droods, I said. And that was still my uncle James. I may never have known the Droods who lived in this Hall, but they looked a lot like people I did know.
I didn t know them, said Molly, practical as ever. Concentrate on what matters, Eddie!
Yes, I said. My family is still alive somewhere. Finding them and bringing them home has to take precedence. Vengeance can wait.
Molly shook her head in exasperation. Sometimes I really don t understand you, Eddie. All this time we ve been grieving, under the belief that everyone you knew was dead. Now you find out they re still alive. Don t you feel anything?
I laughed then, grabbed her in my arms and whirled her around, roaring my happiness so loud it hurt my throat. Molly whooped and cheered in my arms, tilting back her head to yell out loud along with me, then hugging me so tight I could barely breathe. After a while we both calmed down and I put her down again, and we leaned tiredly on each other till we got our breath back. I grinned at Molly.
This is still very sad, I said. A whole other family of Droods has been butchered and their Hall destroyed. But that can wait. My family is out there somewhere, and it s up to me to track them down.
Such a different family, said Molly. So many differences in such a short message. They had a whole different history from you. But what is their Hall doing here, in our world?
It all comes down to the dimensional engine, Alpha Red Alpha, I said. Has to. That damned machine was created to be used only as a last-ditch defence. To save the Hall in a time of crisis, by rotating it out of this dimension, this Earth, and dropping it down in some other dimension, some other Earth, where it could wait safely until the threat here was over. The Armourer, our Armourer, told me that the first and only time it was used before, the Hall ended up materialising in some utterly alien Earth, surrounded by a whole jungle of vicious killer plants. They were lucky to get back alive. That s why Alpha Red Alpha was never used again, until I persuaded my family to wake it up, to give us access to Castle Shreck in the Timeless Moment. What s happened here has to be the result of our using Alpha Red Alpha.
Okay, hold the lecture. I get it, said Molly.
How about this: Someone found a way to override the machine from outside, and use it to send the Hall somewhere else. And this Hall, this other Hall, was rotated here to take its place. It was vulnerable because all its shields were down! Whoever s behind this must have seen it as the perfect way to get rid of your family and cover up what they d done! No one would even think your family was missing, with this ruined Hall to look at. Even you wouldn t have known if you hadn t accidentally activated that recording.
At least Uncle James was still alive in that family, I said. We didn t kill him there. Maybe because we never met in that world? It was good to see him, to hear his voice again.
Life is too short to sweat the small shit, Molly said briskly. Given a potentially infinite number of other dimensions, an infinite number of choices and outcomes is always going to be possible. If it comforts you to think of that two-faced, treacherous bastard being still alive somewhere else, feel free to do so. After everything that man did and would have done to you, I don t give a rat s arse. We re all alive, we re all dead and everything in between, on the Wheels of If and Maybe.
Strangely, I don t feel at all comforted, I said. You re weird sometimes, Molly.
She shrugged. Just trying to be helpful.
So, I said. Questions Where is my family now? And who was responsible for their abduction? And if they are trapped in some other place, how can I find and rescue them and bring them home? We need information, Molly. And where better to find that than in a library?
Molly laughed and clapped her hands together. Or, more exactly, an old library! The secret, carefully hidden and very thoroughly protected Old Library! Do you suppose this family even knows it exists? Your family didn t until you found it for them.
Let s go take a look, I said.
We found the official Drood Library easily enough and exactly where it should be, but there wasn t much left of it. The door had been broken in, and all the shelves were empty. Ransacked, stripped clean. The Immortals had done their best to torch the place when they left, but the flames hadn t taken much of a hold. Molly and I walked between smoke-blackened and half-charred wooden stacks, with the blackened and twisted remains of unwanted books left lying here and there on the floor. But finally, right at the far end of the library, there it was: hanging untouched on the wall, protected by ancient and unsuspected defences, a very old painting of the Old Library. I let go of a breath I hadn t realised I d been holding as I saw the flames hadn t even touched the portrait.
There is an especially hot place in Hell for people who burn books, said Molly.
You d know, I said generously.
It was a good-sized painting, eight feet high and maybe five feet wide, the bright and vivid colours seeming to glow in the gloom of the burnt-out library. Centuries old, artist unknown, the portrait depicted a view of the fabled Old Library. The original repository of all Drood knowledge, long thought lost or even destroyed until I found it. I took a key out of a special inside pocket. A key my uncle Jack had given me.
Will that key fit this portrait? said Molly.
There are differences between this world and ours, after all.
Only one way to find out, I said. If they key doesn t work, there s always the Merlin Glass.
Not too sure about that, either, sniffed Molly.
You want a slap, girl? I ve got one right here in my pocket.
Molly batted her eyelashes at me. Later, sweetie You know I ve got to be in the right mood for a
