Dream Park

Griffin returned to the campground to find that Kibugonai had ferried in a case of cold beer, and Maibang was lugging a crate into the inner circle. When they levered it open, Gainers broke into unabashed applause.

There were loaves of hot garlic bread and six tremendous wheels of pizza with varied toppings.

Owen Braddon smacked his lips. 'You know, there's one thing about Lopez. He may fry you or drown you, but he'll never let you starve.'

A line formed, and disintegrated in laughing wrestlers, and re­formed.

'There had better be one in there without anchovies,' the Lore Master laughed, 'or I'm gonna lodge a complaint.' He seemed cheerful enough, considering the beating he had taken today. Was he that sure of tomorrow's target? or was it just good politics?

Griffin joined the line. He tried to find the spot inside him that hadn't been shaken by Bobbick's news. The smile he wore was

strictly off the rack, and it wouldn't hold long against Acacia's prying.

He took a lion's portion of pizza and snagged two beers. Acacia joined him at his bedroll and leaned back, propping her plate between knees and stomach. She munched noisily, totally una­shamed.

Alex managed to talk around a mouthful of pizza. 'I'm not sure, but I think that this is my favorite part of this whole nutty business.' His hunger had teeth in it, and the cold brew tasted un­believably good. Acacia mumbled something that sounded like agreement, and that was good enough for him. He watched Margie and S.J. finish setting up the campfire, and let the warmth sink into his bones. He was happy. He had found that untouched spot.

Some of the conversation around them showed nerves frayed by fatigue, but the air of grateful relaxation was contagious. Lady Janet seemed to be enjoying passing around the garlic bread. Alex wondered if it was an excuse to check out the eligible men, now that Leigh had been killed out. She curtsied saucily in front of him, smile a touch too predatory for his taste. 'Hot bread, m'lord,' she said in her sexiest voice. 'Sweeter than a virgin's kiss.'

'That's what I like. Service with a simile.' He couldn't help but notice that Acacia had moved an inch closer to him as Janet made her play. 'I'll go for the bread, and I'll take the kiss on faith-' But she had served Acacia and passed on.

Desert stars shone in clusters, sharp and bright on the black dome of Gaming Area A. The night was windless. A full belly moved him even further into an intoxicatingly mellow mood.

Acacia nudged him. 'You know, I can't put my finger on it, but you're both more uptight, and more relaxed than you were yester­day.'

He flared at her. 'Will you stop analyzing me for just a little while? You make me feel like a bug in biology class. Where's your dissecting needle?'

'I've got sharp teeth, if that would help.'

The anger had flared and vanished with no trace remaining. Alex chewed the inside of his mouth and tried not to smile. 'Now you, young lady, are what is properly known as a tease. Has any­one ever told you that?'

'And has anyone ever told you that you've got beautiful green

eyes? I mean, talk about character. They damn near match the green peppers on my pizza.'

Stifling a guffaw, he tried to edge away from her. 'Whew. Just what is into you tonight?'

She ran a finger down his arm, her face deadpan. 'Do you mean right now, or what am I hoping for later... ?'

Alex fell back on the sleeping bag, laughing helplessly. 'Punchy,' he gasped. 'Fatigue toxins. I think I like it.'

The Garners ate like starved wolves. Many had already finished. Holly and Gwen were swapping lines from songs on the far side of the fire.

Without a wind to stir it up, the fire burned slowly and steadily, only an occasional pop from an exploding green branch stirring up the ashes. Alex slipped his boots off and moved his feet closer to the flame. He looked around, noting that a few people were miss­ing from the circle. Henderson, Gina, McWhirter, Eames, and Lady Janet. Ah-ha. What kind of little party was going on out there?

Holly dragged Gwen up to the fireside, and broke the air with a loud cough. 'Hey, listen, people. How many of you know that we have a celebrity in our midst?' A few boozy cheers egged her on. 'This young lady actually has a couple of Nashville albums, and I want to get her singing for us.' Mary-em in particular led the shouting approval.

Gwen looked terrified. 'Uh... I only sang backup on a few tracks. Ollie?' She swallowed hard, eyes begging him to get her out of this.

Ollie didn't notice; he waved her on. 'Go on, Gwen! Hey, peo­ple, she's really good!'

There was something in Gwen's eyes that Alex didn't like at all, a touch of genuine fear that touched him deeply. Part of him wanted to tell everyone to leave her to hell alone. He restrained himself. Don't be conspicuous, 0 Griffin. Don't make waves. Wish­ing he were someone else.

Mary-em jumped up, grinning ear-to-ear. 'Oh, come on, honey. Holly an' I'll help you through it. Do you know ‘The Fighter's La­ment'?' The Garners roared their approval, and Mary-em linked arms with Gwen, Holly on the other side, and began to croak out a tune, Gwen's high, sweet contralto finally wavering from an un­willing throat:

'I once had a sword, or should I say, it once had me.

I just picked it up, oh what a sword, it was plus three.

Its Ego was twelve, a fact of which I wasn't aware;

Then I tried to leave and I found that the sword didn't care; oh . .

Gwen's voice faltered, but the Garners, most of them roaring along to the tune of an obscure 20th century ballad, didn't notice at all.

'I walked through the halls, wasting my time, nothing to find.

Then I turned a corner, and then I said, ‘Oh no! Undead!'

The thirty-two Wights saw me coming and started to laugh;

And I closed my eyes as my sword started hewing a path; oh-'

Gwen abruptly tore herself away from the other women and ran from the firelit circle with her hands covering her face. Ollie gaped in astonishment. He rose and ran after her.

Holly and Mary-em were shocked, and Mary-em started to fol­low the sobbing girl, but Holly linked arms with her tightly, hold­ing her, forcing her to sing on.

'And when I awoke, I was alone, that sword had flown.

Now I use a club; isn't it good... no-ego wood.'

Mary-em disengaged herself from Holly and looked up at her. At first she didn't say anything. Then, 'I'm really not sure that this was a good idea, Holly.'

Frost laughed. 'Oh, come off it, Mary. Who could have known the little thing would be so skittish?'

'I could have. You could have. We could have listened. She said she doesn't sing in front of an audience-'

Holly stepped back and regarded her uncertainly. 'Well aren't we being a little goody-good this evening? I didn't notice you defending her.' The two stared at each other for a tense moment, then Holly turned on her heel and walked away.

Oddly, the other Garners had noticed little. One clump was singing. Another surrounded Owen and Margie, who were speak-

ing of older, wilder, looser Games. '-Doors that could open any­where in space and time. One afternoon we were running the Khronal Dungeon, and we opened a door and found ourselves looking out into the living room where we were playing. One of the characters shot the Game Master with a crossbow bolt, and the whole Dungeon disappeared!'