the whole Hall itself, and I wasn t even sure exactly where under the Hall we were. The huge stone walls were covered with line after line of carefully delineated mathematical symbols, none of which meant anything to me. The Armourer had called them mathemagics, the bastard child of supernatural equations and description theory. When people start telling me things like that, I usually just nod and move on because I know that even if I do ask questions, I m not going to understand the answers.
Strange machines rose everywhere, set out in no obvious pattern, packing the great cavern from wall to wall and from floor to ceiling, with only narrow walkways left in between. Technology so advanced that none of it meant anything to me. Just brutal and ugly shapes, with no obvious function or controls. Some of the machines appeared blurred or indistinct, as though human eyes couldn t properly perceive or understand them. The result of one Armourer s mad wisdom. Along with gifts from other worlds, dimensions, realities. Our best and craziest Armourers have always been pack rats, putting things we pick up along the way to good use. Drood knowledge is older and weirder than most of us care to admit. Mile upon mile of colour-coded cables held everything together and hung in a complicated web between the upper levels of the machines and the uneven stone ceiling. Sometimes they twitched dreamily, like a dog s legs kicking in its sleep.
I called out to the Armourer, and his voice rose from deep back in the cavern.
Over here! Whoever you are. Unless you re a monster, and then I m out. Leave a message.
I headed for his voice, past colossal machines whose intricate workings were constantly moving, rising and falling, turning this way and that in endless variations, in pursuit of unknown purposes. Some of the structures seemed to lean and slump against one another, half melting, combining into some new and even stranger thing. Some changed shape right before my eyes, as though unable to settle, humming loudly to themselves in complex harmonies. And all the time I had the feeling of being watched and studied by unseen cold and thoughtful eyes. The cavern was comfortably warm and well-lit, but there was a bristling static in the air and the smell of iron filings and something burning, and I couldn t escape the feeling that I just wasn t welcome.
None of the others said anything. They just stuck very close to me as I led them through narrow wandering walkways. Just as well, because I didn t know what I could have said in return, except, Yes, I know. It creeps the hell out of me, too.
And finally, at last, we came to Alpha Red Alpha itself, which looked just as complicated and disturbing and overwhelming as I remembered it. Big as a house, bigger than most houses, rising all the way up to the ceiling, so you had to bend your head right back to see the top of it. It looked mostly like a plunging waterfall of solid crystal with glowing wires running through it like multicoloured veins. Etched all over with row upon row of inhuman symbols. And all of this surrounded a massive hourglass, some twenty feet tall or more, fashioned from solid silver and glass so perfect you could barely see it. The top half of the hourglass was full of shimmering golden sand, with not one golden mote falling down into the lower half.
The Armourer s lab assistants were crawling all over Alpha Red Alpha, clinging precariously to outcropping parts, making adjustments, taking readings and occasionally just hitting it with hammers in a hopeful sort of way.
The Armourer himself came bustling forward to meet us a tall middle-aged man with too much intelligence and nervous energy for his own good, wearing the usual stained and slightly charred lab coat over a T-shirt reading Eat, Shoot and Leave. He was quite bald, apart from two tufts of white hair jutting out over his ears, from where he kept tugging at them while he was thinking, and bushy white eyebrows protruding over steely grey eyes. He also had a permanent stoop, from years of leaning over workstations for long hours, designing useful dangerous things for the family. He beamed happily at me, nodded happily to Molly and then stopped dead as he saw who was with us. The Regent stepped forward to smile gently at him.
Dad? said the Armourer. His mouth worked for a moment, as though he couldn t figure out what to say. And then he plunged forward and hugged the Regent close. It did look a bit odd from the outside. There was a lot of hugging going on today, and we re really not a touchy-feely kind of family on the whole. The Armourer finally let the Regent go and held him at arm s length so he could look him over properly.
It s been such a long time, Dad! I did my best to keep in touch, but it hasn t been easy. I did think you might come home again when Mum died.
It would only have complicated things, said the Regent. At a time when you really didn t need distractions.
You re looking great! said the Armourer.
I told you that serum would work.
And then he finally looked past the Regent, at Patrick and Diana, and his whole face just shut down, as though it didn t know what to do. He looked blankly at them, and they just looked quietly back.
I can t believe you re here, the Armourer said finally. I can t believe you ve come back at last. He broke off, looked at me and then back at the Regent. You haven t told him, have you? Why haven t you told him? He has a right to know!
Because it isn t the right time, the Regent said firmly. Far too much going on right now. He doesn t need to be distracted.
I ll decide what I need to know and when I need to know it, I said just as firmly. What s going on here?
I will tell you everything once this mess is over, said the Regent. I give you my word.
The Armourer frowned at Patrick and Diana and then nodded slowly.
He s right, Eddie. You need to focus on what s in front of you. We all do. Just trust us. For now.
All right, I said. For now. Talk to me about what s happening here.
We ve been working on Alpha Red Alpha nonstop, ever since the bloody thing started up for no reason and dumped us here, said the Armourer, giving the dimensional engine his best There s going to be trouble scowl. Power levels are fine. Everything s doing what I think it should be doing, but
You don t have the proper return coordinates, I said. I ran quickly through what Crow Lee had done and handed over the remote control and the Merlin Glass. The Armourer gave the remote a quick look and then handed it off to a hovering lab assistant, who hurried off with it. The Armourer scowled thoughtfully. There s a lot of useful information to be found in that thing, no doubt, but this Eddie, this isn t the Merlin Glass I gave you. I know that for a fact, because the original Merlin Glass is still lying on a bench up there in the Armoury, cracked from top to bottom and waiting for me to do something about it. This is a whole new Merlin Glass. Where did you get it?
It s from another Drood Hall, from another reality. Long story you really don t need to know for now. But this Glass can do anything the old one can, and then some. It should be able to point the way home for Alpha Red Alpha. It s very eager to please.
Not necessarily a good thing, with anything made by Merlin Satanspawn, sniffed the Armourer. But never look a gift whore in the mouth.
Language, Jack! said the Regent.
Sorry, Dad, said the Armourer. But you re right, Eddie. Let me work on the Glass. If you and the rest of the family can just keep the monsters at bay for a little while longer till I can get this heap of junk working Yes, I m talking about you, you oversized egg timer! Don t think I don t know you re listening!
We left him to it and went back up into the Hall. Which might have been under attack by an army of nightmarish monsters, but was still less disturbing than the cavern below.
Back in the main hallway, we all crowded together in the open front doors, looking out into the clearing. The monsters were pressing closer than ever to the Hall. The shimmering barrier that contained the Earth-normal conditions had been forced back right across the clearing and was now only a few yards away. The creatures seemed bigger and madder and more determined than ever, rising to fill the sky with huge slabs of angry shapes. The armoured Droods defending the perimeter had been pushed back, too, till they were only just outside the Hall. They were hitting the monsters with everything they had, but even the combined clamour of all their weapons was nothing compared to the howls and screams and roars of the massed monsters.
According to some short-range scanners the Armourer rigged up for me, the Sarjeant-at-Arms said tightly, these creatures give off dangerous radiations and toxic emissions. As if they weren t ugly enough already. Together, just their presence is enough to overwhelm our poor Earth-normal conditions. The monsters have been pushing the barrier hard, and it can t stand against them much longer. Soon enough the clearing will be full of those monsters, and we ll have to fight from inside the Hall.
Could they push the barrier back inside the Hall? I said. Push their world s conditions in here with us?
I don t know, said the Sarjeant. The Hall has all kinds of protections, but most of them don t seem to work
