Tom snorted.
'I want to help-'
'You'll forgive me if I don't trust you.' Tom returned to Crowther and the others, and when he glanced back, the boy was gone. When he described his encounter, Mahalia's face filled with sadness, and then anger.
'You're lying.' Her voice broke. 'That can't have been Carlton. Carlton's dead!'
4
In the great debating hall in the Palace of Glorious Light, Mallory and Decebalus were distracted from their strategy meeting by cries coming from the direction of the city gates. A crowd of excited Tuatha De Danaan flooded into the courtyard outside the palace where Lugh and an anxious cadre of the city guard waited uneasily for a caravan speeding up the winding streets. The golden-skinned outriders wore heavy armour, their faces grim, but several of the horses had empty saddles. Behind them, the royal carriage clattered so wildly over the cobbles that it was in danger of careering into the surrounding buildings.
'The first of them,' Lugh said when Mallory arrived at his side. The god stood tall and handsome and was filled with the burning power of the sun, but since he had discovered the true extent of his sister Niamh's betrayal, it was as if a dark cloud had gathered within him. 'The twenty great courts of the Golden Ones are answering our call.'
'All of them?'
Lugh still barely believed he had gained the support of his unruly people. 'We have received responses from all, save three,' he replied. 'The Seelie Court, who wander the worlds eternally; their dark brethren, the Unseelie Court, but they will never follow our path; and the Court of the Final Word.' As Lugh watched the gathering riders, the weight of his leadership lay heavy on him. 'I am concerned. We sent a messenger to the Court of the Final Word, but he reported it sealed and silent and cold. I fear the worst.'
Reining-in their mounts, the outriders leaped down as the royal carriage skidded to a halt. With a resounding crack, the rear axle shattered, the carriage sagging, the horses rearing up. Guards ran to help the occupants. The remainder of the caravan trailed through the palace gates and down the steep hill to where they had entered the court from the Great Plain, aristocracy and soldiers, merchants, musicians and magicians.
'Who are they?' Mallory asked.
'The Court of the Yearning Heart. Beware them, Brother of Dragons. Though they are my people, they are sly, untrustworthy and dangerous.'
From the carriage climbed the queen, exuding a supernaturally charged eroticism so powerful that a tense silence fell over all those present, of either sex. She wore a transparent gown that only served to draw attention to her breasts and pubis.
Accompanied by two young women-in-waiting, she approached Lugh. No love was lost in the curt bow they exchanged, but she found time to cast a curious, sexually predatory gaze towards Mallory.
'I trust your journey was safe,' Lugh enquired.
'It was not. We left as my court was overrun, and from there to here we were harried continually. Many of my subjects were slaughtered in the process,' she noted without a hint of sadness. 'Imagine — Golden Ones eradicated! How can this abomination come to pass?'
'There are worse things ahead, I fear.'
'Is that a Brother of Dragons I spy?'
'Leave him alone,' Lugh said sharply. 'He is an ally.'
The queen snorted contemptuously.
'More than an ally,' Lugh continued. 'He may well be our saviour, and he has more to concern him than being idle sport for you. The season has turned, sister, and Fragile Creatures have joined our kind at the high table. You must adapt to this new arrangement.'
The queen batted a dismissive hand. 'See also what has been wrought upon our kind.'
She marched to a covered wagon surrounded by heavily armed guards who kept the curious at bay. Haughtily, the queen snatched back the cover to reveal six of her guards writhing in indescribable pain. Their bodies had been transformed by some disease, sprouting scales, horns, patches of exposed bone and weeping sores.
'What could do this to our kind?' the queen asked.
'Rangda.'
Behind them stood a young man of about twenty, tall and thin, dressed in a green, crushed velvet suit with a hat, a cane and sunglasses. The whiff of the sixties lay heavily on him.
'What can you tell us, Doctor Jay?' Mallory asked.
'We had a run-in with her in Haight-Ashbury in sixty-seven.' The Doctor tapped the brim of his hat with his cane to emphasise his words. 'The demon-queen of Bali, they call her. She leads an army of evil witches and spreads plague wherever she goes. The Enemy sends her out to spread chaos.' He peered into the back of the wagon. 'There's nothing you can do for them. It's just a matter of time.'
Refusing to believe, the queen raged impotently. Mallory, Decebalus and Doctor Jay left Lugh trying to calm her and returned to the Doctor's chaotic apartment in the palace. It was packed to the brim with magickal items, crystals, boxes and parchments, potions, candles and skulls, all moved from Math's tower before the sorcerer had departed with Hunter. The curtains were drawn and it was too hot and claustrophobic.
Jerzy moved studiously around the room, reading from several volumes as he mixed a concoction, his bone- white skin and rictus grin glowing spectrally in the half-light. When they entered, he gambolled over and danced around them like a child. Mallory had a sense of a second Jerzy behind the fool he had been made into by Niamh and the Court of the Final Word: secret, real, serious and hidden, with his own agenda.
'Are you ready to try again, good friend?' Jerzy said to Doctor Jay.
'We'll give it a rest for a while, Mister Mocker. I need to refuel my mojo, if you know what I mean.' The Doctor flopped wearily into a large chair and put his head back. He kept his sunglasses on despite the gloom.
'Still no success?' Mallory prompted.
'Man, if you only knew what I'd achieved here,' the Doctor replied.
'Wonders and miracles! It's this place… the Blue Fire… all stirred up together. I'm supercharged!' He sat cross-legged. 'But yeah, you're right — not the wonders and miracles we need.'
Decebalus growled an epithet. 'You cannot contact the king? Church?' 'I can't contact Earth, man. It's like it's closed off, all the shutters pulled down. The Void's made sure no one's getting in or out of our home, at least not yet. And no information's getting through, either.'
'We don't even know if Church or the others are still alive,' Mallory said.
'Good friend, Jack Giant-Killer will not be defeated. He will be with us soon,' Jerzy said.
'Is that a platitude, or a snippet of information from your mysterious friends and allies?' Mallory asked suspiciously. 'Those higher powers you're secretly working for?'
Jerzy looked hurt.
'Sorry. I'm an idiot. Ignore me.' Mallory rested one hand on his sword, Llyrwyn. In times of stress, it calmed him, whispering mysteriously through the Pendragon Spirit they shared. 'You think there's hope for Church?' he asked the Doctor. 'Because if he doesn't turn up with the Two Keys, there's no hope for us, even if by some miracle we do locate the Extinction Shears.'
Doctor Jay shrugged. 'I've been reading, researching, talking to people out in the city. All the races out there have their own myths about these times. The End of the World myth, you know? They're all in code, like all stories, but with the information we've got now, you can read them in the right way. It's all the same story, just told with different emphasis. The battle between two great kingdoms. The light and the dark in the Tuatha De Danaan version. The fight between a spider and a snake that destroyed the universe, for Jerzy's people.'
'The Christians talk of the Apocalypse… and the Antichrist,' Decebalus mused.
The Doctor nodded. 'It's all over our world too. Prophecies… hints… Who is the Antichrist, or is that just another symbol?'
'The Libertarian?' Mallory suggested.
'Revelation talks of the people of God opposing the Evil, and two prophets called the two witnesses. Is that
