Fugitives of Chaos

'Um. Let me talk to you about that a little later.'

Vanity said, 'Item number two is a brown envelope. It has something written on it in Boggin's handwriting. ' Remember Next Time Not to Look.' I can feel there is something the size and shape of a playing card. Should I look?'

Quentin said, 'That could be a trick, like the burning key that scalded my hand. Why don't we leave item number two aside for the moment.'

Vanity said, 'Item number three is this. What is it?'

Victor said, 'It is an ampoule for a syringe. Whatever the substance inside is, it gives off electronic signals.'

Quentin said, 'Nanites? What Amelia calls molecular engines?'

'At a guess, if it is meant for me,' said Victor, 'it is a library. Programs and codes stored in liquid form, which will change my brain if I inject it, and tell me how to do the things I saw Dr. Fell doing.'

Vanity said, 'You are not just going to inject yourself, are you?'

'Not at the moment. It might have to reorganize parts of my nervous system, and that might render me incommunicado.'

Quentin said, 'Or it could just be poison. If Boggin wanted to reactivate your powers, there could be a molecular key or antidote he has which he was going to feed you first.'

Victor said, 'Let me hang on to it. Who has that hypo we had earlier?'

Vanity said, 'And last, but not least, ta da! We have a book, bound in black leather, with metal wires of gold and silver making Celtic knotwork and runes of mystic power on the cover. I have never seen something that is more obviously a grimoire in my life. Unfortunately it is locked shut'

Quentin said, 'Hmm. Let me see that.'

Vanity said, 'Now, unless this is one of those ironic things where the instructions for molecular engine construction are in the book, and Quentin is supposed to inject himself with the nanites, which will engrave all sorts of spells into his brain, I think we know who gets what.'

Quentin said, 'It's not locked.' I heard a rustle of paper.

A moment of silence.

Vanity said, 'Well?'

Quentin said, 'Unfortunately, this is written in the language of dreams. I cannot read it while I am awake.

But I am pretty sure this is not molecular engineering 101. That picture is showing the Sephiroth. These diagrams are astrological charts. And that… I think this is the organizational table for the pre-Adamite kings and dukes, along with their telluric and mesoaetheric correspondences. Wish I could read the captions…'

Vanity said, 'So we have four objects we either can't use right now, or aren't willing to inject or look at.

And a necklace. Hey! I have a question! I wish Amelia were awake. Where is my boundary? Obviously my powers came back on, at least a little bit. And I guess this green stone is supposed to wake up more powers. But what turned on my first little bit?'

Morpheus said, 'It is the boundary of dreams. The Lords of Cosmos cannot keep the powers of Night at bay. We are as close as sleep itself.'

Victor said, 'If that is true, Boggin could not keep Vanity's power turned off for more than one night.'

Morpheus said, 'It is not in the thought of the Olympians that Dream should aid the children of Phaea-cia, who were, of old, our bitter foes. Yet she is beloved by you, and we work her aid. The Lords of Utmost Night shall spare her for your sake, when we uproot the world-tree, and feed creation to the final flame.

She alone of all her race shall be spared.'

I had the feeling I had lost track of part of the conversation. Who had just spoken?

Vanity said, 'Something just became aware of Amelia…'

Quentin said, 'Just her… ?'

Victor said, 'How does your power work? Can you detect distance or direction?'

'Or who it is?'

Morpheus said, 'It is Grendel. His desire for you maddens him. He sees you with his heart. Yet he comes alone, for he seeks you only to be his own. But there is cunning even in his madness, for he had taken a ring of Gyges from the finger of Erichtho, which will turn the curses of Eidotheia and confound his grammary; there is no power among you which can withstand his coming. Dream no more, for Dream cannot help you. My brother Death is near. I grant you shall not forget. Wake now.'

'Wake up, Amelia! We think there is someone coming.'

1.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes. 'I wasn't asleep. Who was it who spoke just now?'

Vanity said, 'That was me. I sense someone is looking for you.'

I said, 'It's Grendel. Grendel Glum. He is all by himself, but someone just told me he had the ring of Gyges, which he took from the finger of Mrs. Wren. Quentin, you are our expert on myths. Is Gyges a name we came across in Greek literature?'

He suppressed a smile. 'No, Amelia, but we read about him in philosophy. Socrates mentions the myth of Gyges in the Republic, A shepherd found a gold ring in the grave of some being greater than man.