“Barnaby, you gotta see this crazy shit! This is insane!”
“Oh. Well, for the merely crazy, I wouldn’t stir myself. But for the truly irrational … ” He cranked himself off the settee, went over to the alcove, and stood next to her, looking out the open window.
Outside the window, there was no castle. The window itself was simply a rectangular hole in the middle of the air, suspended about five feet above an arid plain. In the distance lay a gigantic egg-shaped crystal bubble covering the polyhedral buildings and tall towers of a wildly futuristic city. Something about it made it look deserted. A slow wind moved across the plain; all was silent.
“Jesus,” Barnaby said.
“Where the hell is that place?”
Barnaby shook his head slowly. “Who knows? Somewhere in time and space.”
Deena snorted contemptuously. “Time and space, huh? I think it’s
“They told me about these floating aspects. They’re a little less stable than the kind you can just walk through. But they generally stay put.”
“I never seen one like this. Most of ’em have different scenery and stuff, but I ain’t never seen one with a space city in it.”
“You think it’s somewhere out in space?” he asked in wonderment. “On another planet?”
“Damn if I know. Sure looks like it.”
“I wonder … ” He swallowed and massaged his throat with a thumb and forefinger. “I wonder who — or what — lives in that city.”
“I don’t know, and I don’t wanna know. Let’s look through the other windows. It’s gonna be more crazy shit, I bet.”
It was. The window to the right looked out onto a vast desert of wind-furrowed sand, and the next one down was a breathtaking view of an alpine meadow, snow-capped peaks in the distance. The next was dark — there was nothing out there but the distant cries in the night. The fifth window looked out on brackish marshes, and the next presented the green and pleasant aspect of a park.
“This is pretty nice,” she said. “Let’s take a walk.”
He gulped. “Out … there?”
“Yeah, why not? Better than this crummy place.” Deena stuck her head out, looking down. “It’s only two foot off the ground. We can jump it easy. Come on.” She swung one meaty leg up over the stone windowsill.
Barnaby was hesitant. “Do you really think we should?”
Deena brought her other leg up, sat momentarily, then jumped off. She landed lightly, bouncing up and down a few times to test the footing. “It’s okay,” she said. “Come on.”
Barnaby climbed through the window and jumped down, falling to his knees in soft shoe-high grass. He got up. They were in a wide clearing; the surrounding woods were thick, but almost no underbrush grew between the tall, slender trees. The sky was soft blue, shading to yellowish white toward a bright sun directly overhead. The air was warm, and there was the smell of green and growing things in the air.
“Nice,” Deena said.
“Yeah,” he agreed.
They wandered together for a few paces, then went off separately, she to examine a bed of wildflowers, he to find a place to take a leak. He didn’t want to go off very far, but the only cover nearby lay among a grove of tall bushes at the edge of the clearing. He wished something better were available, but duty called, so he struck off for the woods.
Glancing about nervously, he relieved himself. It was one of those extended sessions, long delayed, that never seem to stop. Finally it did, and he was zipping himself up when he heard Deena yell for him. He dashed out from the bushes.
The clearing was full of animals that looked somewhat like lions, were it not for me elaborate coral-colored, antlerlike organs that blossomed from their shaggy heads. Their coloring was tawny, lionlike, but their legs and bodies were longer and thinner, and they had no tails. There were about eight of them, and one was advancing toward him, growling with saber-teeth bared.
Deena was standing near the spot where the floating window had been, but there was no chance of her escaping. The aperture now hung a good ten feet off the ground. Apparently it had drifted.
Four of the creatures had her encircled, and several more were stalking into position to do the same to him. There was nowhere to run, even if he could have run, which was hardly his strong suit.
“Deena?” he called in a tremulous voice.
“Yeah,” she answered. “We in deep shit now, baby.”
Fifteen
164 East 64st Street
He was doodling with some field incantations that were proving especially thorny when he noticed a blob of light dancing in mid-air a little to the right of the dinette table. He recognized it for what it was, and answered the “Are you receiving visitors?” query by tracing a simple pattern with his finger.
The blob of light wafted closer, drifting over the carpet. It stopped and grew brighter, suddenly unfolding and spreading out to take the shape of a human figure, that of a beautiful woman.
“Hi, Ferne.”
“Incarnadine.” His sister’s greeting came with a cheery smile.
He sat back and took her in. She was as pretty as ever, dark of eye and delicate of face, her hair a dark waterfall spilling to her shoulders. She wore a crimson velvet gown, ornamented in gold filigree. The garment left her shoulders bare. Her skin was very white, very pure, totally unblemished. There were wild highlights in her eyes, and over them an ironic, skeptical downturn to her brow.
“Where are you?” he asked.
“The castle. Deems told me where you are, and I can scarcely believe it.”
“It’s about time somebody did something about re-establishing the gateway to Earth.”
“Yes, it was long overdue,” she said.
“I haven’t done it yet, though.”
“No?” One dark eyebrow rose. “But you’re close?”
“Another few days. The problems have been tricky, but I think I have most of them solved.”
“Good. Then we’ll be seeing you soon.”
“I hope. You said Deems told you. Were you in Albion?”
“Yes, I just happened to drop into my estate there. I’m having the house remodeled, and I had to consult with the master carpenter.”
“Odd. Deems appeared to be unaware of your having any permanent residence in Albion.”
“Is he? He should be aware. I’ve never made any secret of it. But, then, I rarely tell Deems my business. May I sit down?”
“I’m terribly sorry. I’d offer you a chair —” He smiled. “ — But of course, you’re not really here.”
“Don’t trouble yourself.” She reached out and made as if to grasp something, pulling it near. She lowered herself to a sitting position. What she sat on was completely invisible. She arranged the folds of her gown and leaned back. “There. Now we can have a nice chat. As I was saying, my estate isn’t exactly in Deems’ kingdom, it’s in the Protectorate of Westphalen — next door. These days it’s only nominally a protectorate, and Deems has little power there, aside from receiving an annual tribute. I’ve had the place for years, and I don’t visit as often as I’d like.”
“How did Deems find you?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know. I got a message from him by special courier this morning. The note said you had requested that I call you immediately on the Universal Projector. It sounded important, so I threw a few things in a bag and got to the portal as fast as I could. And here I am, back at the castle and on the line to you, just as you requested. What’s all the fuss?”
“I’m afraid Deems made it sound more urgent than it really was. I merely wanted to talk with you,
