and bathed them in its destruction. A gaping hole fizzed and steamed where moments before had been a plane of matter.
'Demons, surround your prince,' Astron heard Elezar call out. 'Guard the portal so that the lightning djinns do not pass.'
'Let none escape,' Gaspar answered. 'We will catch and then fry them all. Pursue them no matter where they flee. I will boil Elezar and his minions, even if they vanish to another realm.'
Astron was only dimly aware of the scramble among the devils and sprites who had sought the refuge with his prince. He struggled to concentrate on his own battle and strained to buckle the resistance to his thoughts.
He heard another loud crash that shook all of Elezar's domain with a shudder. The flooring split asunder, disintegrating into disconnected platelets of twisted matter. Astron felt the support of the shield demons tumble away and then a sense of falling into the emptiness of the realm.
'Yield,' he shouted across the barrier as he fell, 'yield to him who is the stronger.' In desperation he pounded his clenched fists to his chest and strained with a final gasp to end the struggle with the wizard.
The inky blackness exploded with painful light. A stab of singeing heat rolled across his back. He heard death cries barely a span away. The panic building in his stembrain pushed against its restraints. If Elezar lost now, what could his quest matter? It would only be a question of time before Gaspar's lieutenants hunted him down for a far more ignoble death.
But just as he prepared to relax his straining will and submit to his fate, he felt a reduction of the tension and then a sudden collapse of resistance to his thoughts.
'I am yours to command, master,' a voice said in his head. Astron did not bother for one final look to see how those around him fared. With single-minded dedication, he thrust himself through the barrier into the realm of men.
PART TWO
CHAPTER Six
KESTREL shifted uneasily as the demon materialized above the flame in Phoebe's cabin. In barely a dozen heart beats, the creature stepped from the flame, apparently as solid from head to toe as the wizard he had just subjugated.
'I am Astron, the one who walks,' Kestrel heard the demon say. 'I command you to take me to Alodar, the archimage of all men, so that the message from my prince to him can be made known.'
'I am a wizard of Brythia, the hindermost of the Southern Kingdoms,' Phoebe answered in a slow monotone. 'The great Alodar resides in Procolon far to the north, beyond Samirand, Laudia, and even Ethidor.' She turned her hands palms upward and shrugged. 'The petty squabbles of the princes have closed the border between us. Unless you are willing to wait for several months more, you will need the service of men-at-arms to cross it, not the skills of a master of the arts. Give me some other task, one for which there is some hope of success.'
Astron looked around the room. 'The rate of time is never quite the same among the realms,' he said, 'but several of your months will be far too long.' The demon's eyes fell on Kestrel as he finished stepping clear of the fire that was fading into glowing embers and curls of smoke.'If not you, then perhaps your lackey. Why can not he lead me to the archimage by your command, just as you must obey my wishes as your own?'
'Ah, pause for a moment,' Kestrel said. 'There is a slight error in your logic.' His mind was suddenly made up. More anvilwood he could obtain somehow. Getting entrapped by a devil was another matter altogether. 'I am but a simple woodchopper, not a hero from the sagas. I was just stopping by to show my wares. If the lady is not interested, then there is no obligation I have to her.'
Kestrel stepped quickly to the side, aiming to place Phoebe between him and the demon. He glanced at the door and calculated how many more glides it would take to be safely away.
'The task is as I have stated it,' Astron persisted. 'My control of your mind, wizard, is not so great to smother all thought. Perform what I command and I shall set you free. Let your creativity be the key to your release.'
Kestrel slid two more steps to his left. He kept his head down and avoided looking at the demon. Catching a demon in the eye was to be avoided at all costs, he remembered.
'Acting together, the wizards of my local council might successfully petition for a writ of safe passage,' Phoebe said slowly. 'But it is difficult to get them to agree on anything so concrete, especially if there is no gain in it for them.'
'What then is the motivation that would prod them to act in haste?'
'The wizards of my kingdom are enamored of the tangible rewards from their craft,' Phoebe said. 'It is to the golden brandels of Procolon or the magic tokens of Pluton across the sea to which they listen the most.'
'What of these things do you have?' Astron asked.
'My wealth is the greatest of any on the council, it is true,' Phoebe said. 'But divided and spread among them, the enticement would not be all that strong. There are ten of them and each has at least three-quarters of what you see here.'
Kestrel stopped in midstride. Ten times three-quarters, he thought quickly. More than seven times the potential gain of what he had hoped for from Phoebe alone. If there were only a plausible story with which to approach the entire council, something that would appeal to their individual greed but force them to act collectively, some dealing with the realm of demons that no wizard could afford to let pass by. The allure would have to be quite spectacular, something that would withstand the scrutiny of not one but half a score.
Kestrel almost involuntarily jerked up his head and looked at Astron. The demon did not appear all that ferocious. Perhaps, with Phoebe under his command, he had no lust for another. Perhaps, in fact, the sagas were distorted and the risks far less than the babblings that had been recorded. It would be just what he expected of wizards-concocting a great peril to enchance their own importance and the magnitude of their fees.
Kestrel had hoped for ten brandels from Phoebe's purse. If he could get the devil to agree, he might leave these hills with over a hundred. And besting not one but ten so-called masters in one stroke would be all the more satisfying as well. The more he pondered it, the more the risks dissolved away and the rewards grew increasingly tempting.
'Your first instincts were correct,' Kestrel called to Astron as he returned to Phoebe's side. 'I am the key to getting the necessary petition from the wizards' council. Just do as I say, and we both shall be compensated as we desire from our efforts.'
Astron wrinkled his nose. 'As you say? It is I who have asserted the more powerful will in coming through the flame. I control the wizard who called me and, through her, any of those bound to her own command.'
'This is not like that,' Kestrel said quickly. 'Your command of the wizard is part of the plan I have in mind, but between you and me, it is more of a mutual agreement.' He stretched his face into a smile. 'A contract between partners that we both swear to uphold-like the formal exchanges between alchemists and apothecaries for rare ingredients and tested formulas.'
'If not the wizard, then who is your prince?' Astron asked. 'And what do you mean when you speak of contracts and swearing to uphold?'
'I am a free man and have obligations to no one, neither king nor master,' Kestrel said. 'My will is my own.' He saw the demon's face distort further and he rushed on. 'The important thing is that we agree to act in each other's behalf-on our honor, not by threat of penalty but by being true to our innermost values of being.'
Astron did not speak for a long while. He looked from the placid face of the one he controlled to Kestrel's sudden enthusiasm. 'In my realm, one serves a single prince and no other,' the demon said at last. 'Breaking allegiance is such a personal shame that the will to resist the great monotony is shattered as well. Is that what you
