Snowclaw’s charge was lightning fast. The soldiers who’d flanked him barely had time to react. The leader had none. Snowclaw decapitated him neatly, then turned on the noncom, who managed to escape the same fate by stumbling and falling at just the right time. The ax blade missed his skull by a hair’s breadth. He scrambled away from Snowclaw’s follow-up, and by that time two of his comrades had arrived to back him up.
For Gene the suddenness of Snowclaw’s attack was a shock, but when one of the two remaining soldiers came at him, he responded as best he could, though he could do little but clumsily parry his opponent’s expert attacks. It was all he could do to keep running backwards in a big circle.
“Linda, help!”
“What’ll I do?”
“I don’t know! Something!”
“But … but — Oh, wait. How about —”
Gene backed into something hard and hit his head. He winced, looking around. He was inside a huge transparent bubble shaped like a bell jar. He reached out and touched the inner surface. It felt very hard.
The soldier was momentarily nonplussed, but recovered and took a swing at the miraculous shield. The sword blade glanced off sharply and the weapon went flying out of his hand. He hurried to retrieve it.
Gene saw that three other soldiers had come running through the doorway and were making their way down the stone terraces.
“Linda, get me out of here!”
Linda said something, but he couldn’t hear. He shouted and pounded against the inside of the jar. She got the idea, twitched her nose, and the bubble vanished just in time for Gene to fend off his opponent’s renewed attack.
“A crossbow!” Gene yelled.
“What?” By this time Jacoby had dragged Linda all the way back to the black rock.
“I need a weapon! Gimmie a crossbow! Materialize it —” Gene ducked a vicious sideswipe. “Materialize it in my hands!”
“What’s a crossbow?”
“It looks like a bow and arrow but —” He ducked and backed. “Jacoby! Tell her what a crossbow is!”
Instantaneously a crossbow lay cradled in his arms. “Yeah!” he shouted, backing off. The soldier saw what Gene had and broke off his attack.
Gene examined the weapon he held. Although he saw that the bow was cocked and ready, he hadn’t the slightest idea of how a crossbow worked. His opponent realized this, and charged. Still backing away and wishing he’d asked for something different, Gene pointed the thing at him and frantically groped for a trigger or releasing mechanism. His hand found a curved wooden tab on the weapon’s underside. He pressed it. There was a twanging sound as the bowstring snapped. Gene looked up. A metal rod was growing out of the soldier’s throat. The man dropped his sword, choked and spat blood, then fell.
Gene looked at the crossbow. Wicked, he thought, then wondered how the thing was cocked. He noticed a wide metal loop at the front, and it occurred to him that perhaps you were supposed to put your foot in that and somehow —
He heard Linda scream and looked. One soldier held a knife to her throat, while a comrade had Jacoby pinned to the floor.
A voice behind him: “Drop your weapon or your friends will die!”
Gene let the crossbow clatter to the floor. He turned to look at the soldier who’d said it, discovering that the man hadn’t been speaking to him, but to Snowclaw.
The great arctic beast stood near the headless bodies of two of Vorn’s infantrymen, his broadax raised high. Two more soldiers flanked him, swords drawn.
“They will all die!” the first one shouted.
“Snowclaw, you better do what they say,” Gene said. “You, too, Kwip.”
Kwip dropped his sword.
Snowclaw growled, then said, “Aw, Gene, we can take ’em.”
“No way, Snowy.”
Snowclaw snorted and threw down his mighty ax.
The soldiers were looking toward the door. Gene turned and saw a woman in a bright orange gown slowly walking down the terraced slope. She held her arms straight out, each hand holding a long metal rod that pointed forward. Her line of sight was aligned intently between them.
She reached the circular floor and walked past Snowclaw, oblivious to him and the mangled bodies. Arms folded, Snowclaw regarded her in puzzlement. She walked on, moving in the direction of the dark boulder. The rods began to vibrate violently. She took a few more steps, and then the rods flew from her hands.
Gene ducked as they streaked by. He heard a clinking sound and looked toward the base of the rock. The two silver rods clung to the stone as if to a great magnet.
“So,” the woman said. She stood regarding the rock, then elevated her gaze to the jewel atop it. “Of course … of course.”
Presently her attention was drawn to Gene. She looked him up and down, then asked, “Who are you?”
“The name’s Gene Ferraro.”
“How did you find this chamber?”
“Just wandered in. Why?”
She did not answer, moving past him toward Linda and Jacoby. She looked the fat man over, then turned to Linda. “Are you a virgin?”
“Huh?”
“Have you known men?”
“What kind of —”
“Answer the question or it will go badly for you.”
“It’s none of your darned business.”
Melydia slapped her face. “I ask you again. Are you a virgin?”
Linda was shocked, unbelieving. “No!
“I thought not. Pity. A female is always preferable, but I suppose I can make do with the boy.” She turned and cast her eyes about the cathedral-like chamber. “I was beginning to think that there was no way into this room.” Frowning, she noticed the elevator door high in the wall. “That is most strange.”
“Look, what do you want with us?” Gene said.
She walked slowly back toward him. “What were you doing in this place?”
“I already told you that. We’re lost. We want to go back to our own world. We were trying to find it.”
“Odd, then, that you should be here in the Hall of the Brain.”
“Is that what you call this cross between St. Peter’s and Madison Square Garden? As I said, we’re here by accident. You were right about this room not having a door. We had to create one to get in. We had no idea what was here.”
“Indeed? And what of the disturbance we heard a while ago? Was that your doing?”
“Not ours,” Gene said. “We were nearby when it happened, but we don’t know what it was or what caused it.”
“I see.” Melydia turned and headed toward Snowclaw. “And what manner of hell-spawned beast is this?”
“What’s it to you, lady?” Snowclaw answered.
Melydia’s right hand came out from the folds of her gown and performed a few quick motions.
Snowclaw howled and threw himself against the iron bars of the cage that had suddenly materialized around him.
Melydia took a deep breath. “I surprise even myself. Ordinarily I would need an hour to bring forth an object of that size, but in this place …” Her eyes sought the ceiling. Her whisper came softly. “Incarnadine, thy fate is sealed!”
“Move back!” one of the soldiers told Gene.
Ten minutes later Gene, Kwip, Linda, and Jacoby were bound, hands behind them, but were free to walk. The soldiers had searched them for hidden weapons. They had rummaged through Kwip’s backpack and discovered dried
