done by either occult resource or by sophisticated machinery. But this is difficult. Very difficult. So difficult that the idea of a species-to-species shift occurring naturally must surely be seen as the absurdity it is.
Despite the passion with which Evolutionists defend their ideas, the whole basis of Evolutionary theory is irredeemably flawed, for the world we live in is simply not possessed of the massive instability which would be necessary for Evolutionary processes to take place.
The truth of the matter is that Evolution never takes place in our day-to-day world, but instead is restricted to the World Beyond, those realms of almost infinitely flexible improbability where gods, demons and devils have their existence. Unlike us, the entities of the World Beyond are not bound to brute matter and the mundane flesh, and hence they are capable of evolving, and do so on a regular basis, and with alarming regularity.
Again, the proof of this is to be found in human history, for the same history which demonstrates that humans have never evolved also serves to demonstrate that the gods are in a state of constant flux. There is not one god known to the human race which has remained stable in its form for so short a time as recorded history; and many are the gods which have radically altered their shapes, powers and attributes in a generation or less.
While the World Beyond is doubtless the site of the most promiscuously fevered Evolution imaginable, Penelope Flute was in error when she believed Evolutionary instability to be a property of the world in which she lived. However, Guest made no attempt to argue her out of her ridiculous beliefs – for the simple and sufficient reason that they had no language in common.
For want of the language of the tongue, Guest and Penelope had to rely much on the language of the flesh, and here they came to swift agreement, so that the buxom Penelope was often to be found sitting astride her champion, thrashing and screaming as she soared toward the crest of her pleasure. Guest had never before met a woman who thrashed and screamed, for the females with whom he had previously mated had lacked
Penelope's taste for melodrama; and he was flattered by the whole performance, quite failing to recognize that a full nine tenths of it was pure theater.
But, though Guest and his beloved were satisfied in bed, and though they did not argue, it would not be true to say that their marital relationship was entirely harmonious. For one thing, Guest disliked the uninhibited manner in which Penelope would grab hold of his ears in the course of her physical raptures. Not only did she grab them: she was inclined to haul upon them as she forgot herself in her climax, as if anchoring herself to these prominent aspects of reality lest ecstasy claim her forever. Her fingernails were inclined to bite into the flesh as she hauled on it, and the combined effect of all this abuse was that Guest, in his hours of detumescence, usually felt as if he had been attacked by a pack of homicidal man-eating crabs. Guest also wished that sometimes, just sometimes, he could have been left alone with his thoughts, for as their relationship progressed it seemed that Penelope spent virtually the entire course of every day and night at his bedside.
He often wondered why she never went out into the city.
The reason why Penelope never went out into the city was that her life would have been endangered had she wandered the streets of Dalar ken Halvar, for the Nexus religion known as Nu-chala-nuth was in the ascendant in that city, and its ascendancy was accompanied by the systematic slaughter of every Evolutionist who could be caught.
Since the Frangoni warrior Asodo Hatch was a priest of Nuchala-nuth, he should by rights have murdered his sister himself, but instead he had chosen to bury her in the Combat College.
While thus buried alive inside the minor mountain of Cap Foz Para Lash, Penelope had nothing to do except sit with her husband and watch entertainment shows sourced in the Nexus, which played endlessly on a screen which took up one whole wall of Guest Gulkan's room.
The shows Guest Gulkan favored were those featuring the Wild Tribes, a set of barbaric peoples whose lives were a non-stop drama of war, conquest, killing, fighting, looting, pillage, rape, torture, arson and orgies. Guest was particularly interested in the orgies, and found that he had much to learn. The Yarglat had a very high opinion of themselves, and Guest had always been very proud of himself and his people, but soon he realized that the Yarglat were a dull and conservative people compared to the Wild Tribes. One of the Wild Tribes was given to staging huge orgies in which ten thousand people at a time grappled promiscuously in a gigantic vat of ripe strawberries while cheering spectators pelted them with handfuls of rose petals.
Once Guest's baby-sized hand was strong enough and skilled enough to manipulate the bedside controls which commanded the entertainment screen, he replayed this particular orgy repeatedly, and vowed that he would strive to match this achievement of the Wild Tribes as soon as he had mastered the Collosnon Empire to his will.
Yes, Guest still hoped to be emperor.
He hoped to defeat Khmar, to conquer Gendormargensis, to install himself on the ruling throne of Tameran, and to establish a dynasty that would rule the Collosnon Empire for generations.
While the difficulties of conquering the Collosnon Empire from a bed based in Dalar ken Halvar proved insuperable, Guest thought he should at least be able to set about producing a dynasty. It is said amongst the Yarglat that a warrior needs ten sons and an emperor needs twenty; and Guest, knowing that his planned war against Khmar might well be long and bloody, suspected that twenty might be barely sufficient for his purposes.
Hence he put his soul into his bedtime efforts – but his woman never became pregnant.
For, unbeknownst to Guest, Penelope had no plans to hatch children, and the demon had obliged her by arranging for its medical facilities to bury in her buttocks a pair of slow-release contraceptive pellets which would guarantee her infertility for a decade.
As soon as Penelope had mastered enough of Guest's native Eparget to her tongue for basic communication to be possible, she learnt that he wanted sons to fight with him in his great war against Khmar, though she was not by any means clear as to who 'Khmar' might be. But the purple-skinned Frangoni beauty was not inclined to co- operate with this plan, for she believed it to be sheer folly. Penelope believed that a great Flood was imminent, and that this Flood would swamp the entire world, precipitating a mass Evolution of humans to fishes.
Once Guest and Penelope were united in piscatorial bliss it would be very nice to have a pair of child-fishes to keep them company, but there was no point in idly breeding human children to fight in a war which would never happen. So thought Penelope – and felt guiltless at frustrating Guest's intent.
By the end of his second year in the minor mountain of Cap Foz Para Lash, Guest Gulkan had arms and legs – of a sort. They were not sufficient for his support, but they were adequate for his propulsion. Daily, the Weaponmaster was carried from his mountain cave to Dalar ken Halvar's river, and there he played fish the whole morning through, strengthening his limbs for war by endless labors of swimming. When he was not swimming, he was resting; or was renewing his efforts to establish a dynasty; or was eating, for he found himself possessed of a ravenous appetite.
Before coming to Dalar ken Halvar, Guest Gulkan had known nothing of swimming, and invariably associated water with drowning. But, as his limbs were initially of an uncommonly light weight, he learnt the art easily, for he found himself naturally buoyant.
Later, as his legs lengthened and strengthened, their weight of ever-growing bone and muscle weighed him down, and to stay afloat became harder. But by then he had entirely mastered the art of swimming down to a fine, and sustained himself in the water as if born to it.
Two years of swimming brought Guest to the end of his fourth year of exile in Dalar ken Halvar, by which time Sken-Pitilkin had wrecked his seventy-seventh experimental airship – and had just succeeded in making the seventy-eighth fly.
And Guest was cordially invited to join Sken-Pitilkin on the second test-flight of that amazing device.
Chapter Thirty-One
Jocasta: an alleged Great God held prisoner in Obooloo by Anaconda Stogirov, high priestess of the Temple of Blood. This entity has faithfully promised to make the Weaponmaster Guest Gulkan a wizard should Guest secure its liberation.
Now during his time inside Cap Foz Para Lash, Guest Gulkan had heard from the demon Paraban Senk many wild and wonderful tales of the worlds which were alleged to exist in other universes. He had heard of the rollercoaster, and the bungi jump, both devices of terror unimaginable to anyone who had led the sheltered life of
