Now I got a glimpse of the thing. It was big, and wormlike, eyeless, but possessed of a shark-like mouth, a multitude of short legs, and vestigial wings. It was twice again the length of a human, and black, having crisscrossing red and yellow stripes. It slithered across our reflected room, rearing as it came on.
'You imply,' Flora said, 'in your quest for a hero, that it will make it through that interface and attack us?'
'In a word,' said the strange little man, 'yes.'
'When it does,' I said to Flora, 'throw me at it. Wherever I hit I'll stick - and I'll go for the throat.'
'All right,' she said, 'and there's one other thing.'
'What's that?', I asked.
'Help! Help!' she cried.
It began crawling out through the silver, flower-bordered mirror. Flora unwound me from her ankle and threw me at the thing. It had no real neck, but I wrapped myself about its upper extremity below the mouth and began tightening immediately.
Flora continued to call out, and from somewhere up the hall I heard the sound of heavy footfalls.
I tightened my grip, but the creature's neck was like rubber.
The sorcerer was moving to exit the room when the door burst open and the tall and husky, red-haired form of Luke entered.
'Flora!' he said, and then he saw the guisel and drew his blade.
On my recent journey with Merlin in the space between shadows I had gained the ability to converse at complex levels. My perceptions - which seem quite different - also became more acute. They showed me nothing special about Luke, the sorcerer, or the guisel, but Werewindle now burned of an entirely different light. I realized then that it was not merely a blade.
As Luke moved to position himself between Flora and the guisel, I heard the sorcerer say, 'What is that blade?'
''Tis called Werewindle,' Luke replied.
'And you are...?'
'Rinaldo, King of Kashfa,' Luke said.
'Your father - who was he?'
'Brand - Prince of Amber.'
'Of course,' the sorcerer said, moving again toward the door. 'You can destroy that thing with it. Command it to draw energy while you're using it. It has a virtually limitless supply to draw upon.'
'Why?' Luke asked.
'Because it isn't really a sword.'
'What is it then?'
'Sorry,' the sorcerer said, regarding the guisel, which was now moving toward us. 'Out of time. Got to find another mirror.'
I could tell that he was, unaware of my presence, really teasing Luke, because I had figured it out for myself and knew it would take only a moment to tell him, if one could speak.
Then I was disengaging and dropping as fast as I could, for Luke was swinging Werewindle, and I'd no desire to be severed. I really did not know what would happen if this were to occur - if both segments would wind up as wise, witty, and conscious as myself; or, perhaps, whether I would be destroyed in the process. And having no desire to learn this information firsthand, flight seemed most prudent.
I hit the floor before the blow fell. A section of the guisel's head also dropped, still writhing. I squirmed toward Luke's nearest ankle. Flora picked up a heavy chair and brought it down on the thing's back with considerable force, despite her broken fingernail. And she swung it a couple of more times, with some effect, while Luke was in the process of cutting it in half.
I found my way to where I was headed, crawled up, and caught hold.
'Can you hear me, Luke?' I tried then.
'Yes,' he replied. 'What are you?'
'Merlin's strangling cord, Frakir.'
Luke swung at the hind section then as it whipped toward him, tiny legs clawing. Then he whirled and halved the attacking forepart. Flora struck its rear end again with the chair.
'I know what the sorcerer knew,' I said.
'Oh, what's that?' he asked, slicing off another section and slipping on its gooey exudation as he retreated.
'You might well be able to draw enough energy through Werewindle to destroy a world.'
'Really?' he said, struggling to regain his feet as a section of the creature thrust itself upon him. 'All right.'
He touched it with the point of his blade and it withdrew from him as if shocked. Then he rose to his feet.
'You're right,' he said. 'There's something to it.' He touched the attacking segment again and it vanished in a burst of blue fire. 'Flora! Get back!' he cried.
She did, and he proceeded to incinerate the section that had been about to attack her. Then another that came at him.
'I'm getting the hang of it,' he said, turning to get another segment. 'But I'm not quite sure why it works this way.'
'It's not just a sword,' I said.
'What is it, then?'
'Long before there was Werewindle, it was the spikard Rawg.'
'Spikard? Like that strange ring Merlin picked up?'
'Exactly.'
With rapid moves then, Luke disposed of the rest of the guisel.
'Thanks, Frakir,' he said, 'for telling me how the thing worked. I'd better try a quick search for that sorcerer now, though I've a hunch he disappeared into the nearest mirror.'
'I'd guess that, too.'
'What was his name?'
'He didn't say.'
'It figures.'
'Flora,' he continued, 'I'm going to look for that sorcerer. I'll be back in a bit. Good show.'
She gave him a smile and he departed. Needless to say, the sorcerer did not turn up.
'Wonder where he came from, beyond the mirror,' Luke asked.
'I've no idea,' I replied. 'I think I might be more interested in the person who sent that thing after him.'
Luke nodded.
'What now?' he asked.
'I guess we tell Flora that her Peeping Tom has hit the road,' I said. 'You're a sorcerer. Any way of fixing her mirrors so he can't pull that routine again?'
'I think so,' Luke said, moving to the nearest window and looking out. 'I'll fix them in just a bit. What about you?'
'I'd like to get back to Merlin.'
'I can't send you through by Trumps if he's in the Courts - and I suspect he is.'
'What about Werewindle?'
'I still don't know exactly how it works. I'm going to have to practice some with it.'
'Uh - why are you here?' I asked.
'Had to talk to Vialle about a number of things,' he said, 'and she told me that Corwin might be by soon - and she offered me room and board if I wanted to wait for him for a few days.'
'Well, if you can wear me till he gets here maybe I can persuade him to take me with him. I've a feeling he'll be seeing Merlin again soon.'
