The distress in his voice was clear, but I had my own problems. The world had slammed back into focus around me, but my head was still spinning. I was surrounded by darkness and leaning against a rough brick wall. The air was hot and sweaty, but it was the smell that hit me hardest. A thick and ripe organic miasma that hung heavily on the close air, and the stench of smoke and sweat and shit filled my head no matter how much I shook it. I pushed myself away from the wall and made myself study my new surroundings.
Tommy and Suzie and I were standing in a dark narrow alleyway, lit only by a burning human body in a hanging
iron cage. The flames had pretty much died down, flickering sullenly around the blackened^ corpse. The walls of the alley were rough brickwork, stained black with soot, and the ground was packed earth covered with a rich mixture of fresh shit and other appalling detritus. Someone had painted Dagon shall return! on the wall, and pretty recently, by the look of it. Tommy had backed away from what was left of his dead dog and was banging his boots determinedly against the wall. Suzie stared slowly around her, frowning.
'Wherever we are, Taylor, I don't think it's where we were meant to be.'
'You mean when we're supposed to be,' I growled, simply to be saying something. 'Obviously, something's gone wrong.'
I headed for the end of the alley and the street noises beyond. There was light up ahead, and the sounds of some kind of civilization. Suzie and Tommy hurried to catch up with me, the filthy ground sucking loudly at their feet. I stopped at the alley mouth, sticking to the shadows, and peered out into the street. Tommy and Suzie crowded in behind me. The street was busy, packed with mostly foot traffic, and if anything, the smell was even worse. There was a roar of constant chatter, intermixed with assorted animal noises, and the occasional crash of horse and oxen-drawn vehicles. We were definitely in the Past, but nowhere near far enough.
The buildings were mostly stone and timber, a mere two or three storeys high; basic blocky structures with a few lingering traces of Roman architecture. What style there was, was mostly Celtic with some Saxon, plus a whole bunch of stuff I didn't recognize. There were no pavements, only two thick streams of human traffic on either side of a deeply churned dirt road. The traffic in the middle wasn't moving much faster, being mostly horse-drawn
wagons, and rough carts pulled by equally rough people. Hulking covered wagons groaned along, their heavy wooden wheels sinking deeply into the muddy road. There was mud and shit and filth everywhere, and flies hung in thick clouds on the smoky air. Now and again a better-dressed person would come riding through on a caparisoned horse, driving everyone else out of the way. And finally, a hunchbacked drover came along, riding a mule and driving a herd of miniature mammoths. They were about a foot or so high, cheeping cheerfully as they ploughed through the mud.
'Aw, cute,' said Suzie, unexpectedly. Tommy and I both looked at her, and she stared us down with great dignity.
We looked out into the street again. 'Judging by the architecture, I'd say we've ended up somewhen in the sixth century,' said Tommy. 'The Roman Empire has declined and fallen, and the dominant Celts are fighting a war against invading Saxons.' Suzie and I looked at him, and he bristled. 'I've read a lot about this period. It's really very interesting.'
'I don't care if it's downright fascinating, we shouldn't be here,' said Suzie. 'We're at least five hundred years short of when we were supposed to arrive. Somebody screwed up.'
'It can't be a mistake,' said Tommy. 'Old Father Time doesn't make mistakes. In fact, he is famous for not making mistakes.'
'He didn't,' I said. 'Somebody else interfered.'
Rage blinded me for a moment, and I hit out at the wall beside me, hurting my hand on the solid brick and not caring, almost relishing the pain. I tried to say something, but the anger flooding through me clenched my teeth, and it came out as a growl. Tommy started to back away. The rage pulsed in my gut like a red-hot coal, bending me over till I was glaring at the filthy ground. Hot, helpless tears burned in my eyes, and I hit out at the wall again.
Suzie moved in close beside me, murmuring quiet words, bringing me back with her calm, steady presence. I was breathing hard and rough, as though I'd just been hit; but Suzie's reassuring presence slowly got through to me, and I straightened up again. I pushed the anger into the back of my head, to be released later, when I had someone to take it out on. I took a deep breath and nodded my thanks to Suzie. She nodded back. She understood.
I looked down the alley at Tommy, who stared back uncertainly. 'It's all right,' I said, in my best reasonable voice. 'I got a little upset there, for a moment, but I'm all right now.'
'Of course you are,' said Tommy, moving slowly and somewhat reluctantly forward to join me. 'It's just that you looked ... very different there, for a moment, old thing. I'd never seen you look like that. Like you could kill the whole world and not give a damn.'
I forced a short laugh. 'You've been taking my legend far too seriously.'
Tommy stared at me dubiously, then looked out at the street scene again. 'Well, if nothing else, the sixth- century Nightside does seem rather more peaceful than the one we're used to.'
Even as he was saying that, one hand gesturing at the slow-moving traffic, something huge and crooked, wrapped in flapping rags and long strings of cured entrails, came stalking down the middle of the road on tall stilt legs, towering over everything else. It had a head like a horse's skull, and long many-jointed arms that ended in vicious claws. It lurched down the street at some speed, cawing like a great bird, and everyone else hurried to get out of its way. One oxen-pulled wagon reacted too slowly, and the creature stamped it into the dirt road with one heavy leg. The wagon exploded under the pressure, throwing the driver forward, and the creature stamped on him, too, crushing him into bloody pulp. The oxen ran free,
bellowing with fear, while the creature continued uncar-ingly on its way. A pack of child-sized bipedal rats rushed out of the alley mouth opposite us and swarmed all over the dead driver. They devoured the bloody mush with glee, stuffing it into their squeaking mouths with disturbingly human hands. In a matter of moments, there was nothing left of the driver but his bones, which the rats tidily gathered up and took with them as they hurried back into their alley mouth.
No-one paid any attention. The traffic kept moving, perhaps a little more urgently than it had before. On either side of the filthy road, men and women and others kept their heads down and pressed on, concerned only with their own business. Coming up the street from the other direction was a huge, flaming presence, taller than the surrounding buildings, burning so brightly it was hard to see what if anything was at the heart of the flames. It drifted through the crowds, crackling and smoking, but keeping its heat to itself. A giant millipede with a headful of snapping mouths scurried past, clinging to the sides of buildings. And a great ball of compacted maggots rolled sluggishly down the middle of the road, sucking up useful leavings from the churned-up mud. I looked at Tommy.
'Peaceful. Right. Come on, Tommy, you should know the Nightside is never peaceful for long.'
'I take it we are still in the Nightside?' Suzie said suddenly. 'I mean, for all we know this kind of shit is normal in the sixth century.'
I pointed up at the night sky. Even through the drifting smoke, the crowded constellations of brilliant stars still burned like diamonds in the dark, and the oversized full moon looked down like a huge unblinking eye.
'All right,' said Suzie. 'Let's be logical about this. Who is there, powerful enough to intercept a journey through Time? Powerful enough to override Old Father Time himself
and send us here? That's got to be a pretty short list.'
'Just the one,' I said, feeling the anger pulse briefly again. 'Lilith. Dear Mother. I should have known she'd be watching me. I think perhaps ... she's always watching me now.'
'Okay,' said Tommy. 'That is seriously creepy. And I thought my family was weird ... Why would Lilith want us here, in the sixth century?'
'To keep us away from the creation of the Nightside,' said Suzie. 'Must be something there she doesn't want us to see. Something we could use against her.'
'Then why not block our trip completely?' I said. 'No, I think she wanted us here. Now. She wanted me to see the Nightside as it was, before restrictions and controls and the Authorities moved it away from what she intended it to be. The only place on Earth completely free from the pressures of Heaven and Hell.'
'Does Lilith exist here, now?' said Suzie.
