as the bird's neck approached. The next, feathers were a uniform gray, eye stony, and talons calcious. 'Run. Gord!'
Gord took Chert's shouted warning to heart, scampering away as fast as he could. The petrified bird was toppling over with majestic slowness, but the pull of gravity would soon cause the fall to quicken. If Gord were anywhere under the thing, there would be nothing left of him but a smear on the ground!
The crash of petrified bird upon the earth made the ground shake. 'Wow!'
'I'll second that Chert!'
'Good,' a dry voice said, breaking their awed reverie. 'I see that you two have managed to handle your lesser challenges well enough, although I deplore the condition you both appear to be in. Tend to yourselves immediately, while I settle matters with the Element Master,' Eneever Zig ordered.
'How about a thank you?' Gord asked, amazed at the lack of gratitude on the part of the wizard.
'Duty carried out deserves no praise, nor any thanks. It is duty,' the wizard said with no hint of emotion.
'Come on, chum, help me with this bandage,' Chert said. 'No sense in starting a quarrel with him now.'
Both adventurers were in fair shape when the wizard came stumping back with the Element Master. 'I told you, these two need not be bothered in this matter,' he said crossly to the druidlike figure.
'Nonsense, little wizard. They passed their tests, and now I must inform each of his personal options. You have these choices as well but you can not speak for these other two. Each is free to decide for himself.'
Lips compressed, Eneever Zig stood back and watched the Element Master address the two young men. 'Having won fairly, you each are entitled to select one of the two following options. You may accept a prize that I will bestow upon you and then return the way you came. Or you may opt to go from here, without any reward save such passage. The choice is yours.'
Of course there was no real choice, although both men considered the aspect of the first option. Treasure and return would be useless, for the way back was unknown to them. They had to press on. 'I told you so!' the wizard said smugly as the Element Master heard the two young adventurers opt for going ahead. The tall man shrugged, spread his arms, and the light was gone. The three were in a tunnel that sloped gently downward. Behind them a cavern was obscured by alternating colors and conditions.
'Now for the Lord of Balance!' Eneever Zig said, almost gleefully, as he rubbed his long hands together briskly.
Soon enough they came to the place where this personage was ensconced. That was evident from the nature of the cavern. The sign of the balance was only one indication, and a huge metal scale before them another. The cavern was half-lighted, half dark. Flames shot from a pool, but the fire burned in only half of the basin, for the other portion was crystal-clear, placid water. Gord saw that it was so crystalline and still because it was solid ice. Everything else seemed to contradict something as well. Lush grass sprang from barren rock, while dead plants thrust up from rich, dark soil. Colorless trees were bedecked with a riotous array of blossoms of all hues, only one such tree had tiny ones, another huge-petaled blooms. The ugly and beautiful, delicate and coarse, wholesome and poisonous, soft and hard, wet and dry, male and female, tall and short, and every other sort of contrast was everywhere — and nowhere at the same time, it seemed!
'Welcome, strangers. Why come to the place of Yangyin?'
The wizard stepped forth, hands raised, palms outward and before him. 'I recognize you, Lord of Balance, Master Yangyin,' he intoned. 'I demand passage through this place.'
'And what of me?' a soprano voice cried. 'I recognize you. Lady of Balance, Mistress Yin-yang. I beg leave to pass through your realm.'
'Enter,' the male voice commanded. 'Stay out!' the female voice countered. Gord peered left and right, but he could detect no one. Chert was likewise looking for speakers with the same result. Eneever Zig seemed untroubled, however, and marched into the strange place without hesitation. Again, the two young adventurers had no choice but to follow. After walking for what seemed like an hour, they came to a place that was the center of the cavern. There suddenly appeared before them two figures, one a male of purest white color, the other a female of pure black. The wizard bowed slightly, and Gord and Chert hastened to follow suit.
'Will you pay our price?' the male figure asked.
'We will and will not,' the wizard replied.
'Good,' said the female.
'Bad!' the wizard cried in answer.
Who will serve as the contestant?' Master Yangyin demanded.
Eneever Zig was ready. 'He on my right, big, he on my left, small. Two will contest for our passage.'
'Now I see why the combination of Chert and Gord was chosen for this mission,' the small thief whispered to his huge friend. 'I guess we're what you'd call 'in balance''
'One will live!' the man said, looking at Chert as he spoke.
'One will die,' the ebony female announced in a sultry tone as she gazed at Gord.
'That is in Fate's hands.' the wizard countered. 'Balance!'
At that both figures scowled, for the words of the spell-binder were a counter to their pronouncements. Then they smiled. The white male figure turned without speaking and beckoned them to follow, while the black female stepped among the three and spoke.
'It is seldom indeed that strangers enter our realm through this portal,' the seductive Lady Yin-yang purred.
'It is often,' her male counterpart snapped in disagreement.
The lady ignored his rebuff. 'May I offer hospitality and assistance?'
Gord quickly took the initiative. 'No. We do not ask for your weal, for then he would counter with woe.' the young thief said, pointing to the pale Lord Yangyin.
Chert immediately caught his friend's meaning. 'Nor do we want your assistance. Dark Mistress, for then the White Lord would surety do his equal best to hinder us.'
Making a moue of disappointment. Lady Yin gave a shrug and turned away from them at the barbarian's rejection. The snow-white Yang, in contrast, turned and came to them, a look of gratification on his face.
The two young adventurers had the measure of this place now.
'Let's get on with the challenge.' Eneever Zig said.
The two rulers of the place looked at each other. 'Dead to contest with the living?' asked Lady Yin.
'No, these men are too strong for such puny opposition.'
'Actually,' Lady Yin said, visually assessing Gord and Chert, 'they are too weak.'
'Allow me a moment to consider,' replied Lord Yang.
'I won't consider it at all,' Yin said in a definitive tone.
'Do as you wish,' the wizard said forcefully, 'but we are going.' With that the gray-locked fellow strode off, his rusty black robes swishing. Gord and Chert were more than willing to follow him, so all three marched away toward the place where they supposed the exit to the cavern lay.
'We shall join you, yes?' asked Yang.
'Sure,' Chert told the two. 'Come along.'
'No, we'll manage ourselves,' Gord said almost simultaneously.
'A balance,' Zig noted without expression.
Lord and lady stared hard at all three of their guests. 'We will go along all the same,' Yang said.
'Speak for yourself. I will stay,' Lady Yin said.
It had taken an hour to walk to the midpoint of the hemi-plane that the cavern represented. But the trek across the remainder took only a minute, of course. It was disturbing because they seemed to be traveling no faster, yet the terrain slid past on either side as if they rode the swiftest of coursers. Very soon they were at a place where a dark arch showed where a tunnel must run. a gently sloping passage going through solid stone, leading down and elsewhere.
'This has been somewhat disappointing,' Yang confessed. 'But there is one bright ray of sunlight peeking through this otherwise cloudy encounter.' Yang smiled and continued. 'There is still the matter of balances yet to be made. Strangers, who will now go back to balance your going ahead?'
'You will!' Gord shot back at the pale man without thinking.
A male cry of rage and a female laugh of delight faded away in the distance as Lord Yang was magically sent
