whatever that might be. 'Why give me the mark and not tell me what it means?'
'Some of the dead instinctively understand what the mark signifies. Others take longer to work it out. It all depends on whether or not they're ready – or interested – in moving on to the next realm of existence. Each must find the way to my mirror in his or her own time, which is as it should be. But now that you know, you are free to pass through whenever you choose.'
I looked at Devona. 'I appreciate the free ticket to the afterlife, but I don't have any intention of leaving Nekropolis any time soon.'
'As you wish. My mirror will be waiting for you if you ever change your mind.'
'Tell me one thing, though,' I said, curious. 'What is on the other side of your mirror?'
Edrigu grinned, displaying small rounded teeth that looked like two rows of ivory gravestones. 'Sorry. That would be cheating.'
I thought that the Lord of the Dead would take his leave then, returning to the fireplace like some dark version of Santa Claus going back up the chimney. But instead he said, 'I have something I wish to give you. A reward for the service you rendered to me, and indeed, to the entire city. Hold out your hand.'
I did so and an instant later a coin appeared on my palm. I held it up to my face to examine it. The coin was copper, incredibly old, its features worn so smooth that I couldn't make them out.
I looked at Edrigu. 'Don't tell me this is a tip.'
Edrigu smiled. 'Of a sort, I suppose. That is one of Charon's coins. In Greek mythology, the dead have to pay Charon the ferryman to take them across the River Styx to the land of the dead. But once the coins have been touched by Charon they can be used to purchase a single day of life. You have but to grip the coin tight, wish it, and you will be become a living, breathing man for a single twenty-four hour time period. But be warned: you can only use the coin once, and afterward, you can never use another.'
I stared at the coin, unable to believe what Edrigu had told me. To be alive again, if only for one day…
'I will take my leave of you now,' Edrigu said. 'As you might imagine, many tasks have piled up while I've been asleep that I must attend to, and of course my fellow Lords will undoubtedly soon be returning to their endless intrigues, and I must prepare to deal with them.' He started to go, then paused. 'One thing more. Just before I appeared, I overheard part of your conversation with Devona. There are many things a man might accomplish with one day of life.' He gave me a knowing smile. 'Including siring a child.'
The Lord of the Dead gave me a parting nod, turned, and walked back into the fireplace and was gone. I stared at the flickering flames for a moment and then I heard Devona say, 'Well? Can you?'
I remembered the last words she'd spoken before Edrigu had frozen her.
A big commitment. Do you think you could handle it?
I turned to see her frowning.
'Weren't you just sitting next to me?' she asked.
I looked at Charon's coin one last time before tucking it into my pocket and rejoining Devona on the couch.
'To answer your question, my love, I think I can handle it just fine.'
She gave me a look filled with love and we kissed.
You know something? I have a pretty good life for a dead guy. And thanks to Lord Edrigu – and the coin he'd given me – I had a feeling that it was soon going to get even better.
