“We just came from the castle.”
“So it was you who moved this end of the portal. How did you manage it?” She cut short any answer with a wave of her hand. “Never mind. You must leave my house immediately. I cannot let you re-enter the castle this way. We are under attack here.”
“We know. We don’t want to go back. We’re leaving right now.”
The voice belonged to a thin young man in dark slacks and white open-collared shirt who had entered the living room by way of a door to the basement. He approached the group warily.
“How did you —?” Then he saw the woman. He bowed. “Your Royal Highness.”
“Anselm, show these people out. You know what to do.”
“Of course, ma’am.” Anselm showed a trace of a smile.
“I sort of figured that,” Gene said, drawing his sword. Then his face fell, as if he suddenly realized something.
“Your sword will avail you nothing,” Her Royal Highness said. “You are in the grip of forces beyond your understanding. Cooperate, or it will go badly for you.”
“If you think I’m worried about this little pinhead,” Gene said, jabbing toward Anselm, “think again.”
Anselm’s hand was a blur. It seemed to grow a wicked-looking automatic pistol. He pointed it at Gene. “You’re the one who should go back to square one, friend.” He grinned wickedly.
“You do have a point, Anselm old bean,” Gene said, sheathing his sword.
“Very good, Anselm,” the woman said. “How goes it?”
“All quiet, ma’am.”
“Splendid. No sign of my brother?”
“None at all. May I ask how your battle fares?”
“Certainly. Deems and his men are holding their own in the outer quarters. Which is to say they are being slaughtered. But my spells sustain them. Even an armless corpse can be animated enough to block a demon’s path. In the unlikely event my brother should discover the location of this portal, you will do your best to take him alive. Is that understood?”
“It will be done, ma’am.”
“Good. I will put up the veil again.”
The woman waved her hand and the portal became a dark oblong.
Anselm gestured with the gun. “Okay, down those stairs, all of you. But first get rid of all that steel. Throw them in a pile … there.”
Snowy, Gene, and Kwip tossed their swords and daggers on the floor near a red leather easy chair.
“Right. Now, down the steps, single file. And I’ll shoot the first one who thinks about … ”
Outside, the night erupted in fireworks.
Gene yelled, “Rush ’em, Snowy!”
But Snowy had already begun his leap. Anselm squawked, stepped back, and fired. Snowy hit him first, then Gene jumped on top. The three of them rolled around the carpet until Kwip jumped on the pile. The tangle of arms and legs became a beast that shambled about the living room, upsetting end tables here and there.
“Jesus Christ!” Gene yelled finally, springing to his feet. Everyone unpiled, got up, and stepped back warily.
Anselm rose to his feet. Something strange was happening to him. Parts of his skin had cracked like an ill- fitting rubber suit. The cracks revealed an interior yellow-orange glow. The fissures veined out and widened, and the skin fell away in swatches, revealing the demon body within. The demon swelled to full volume as it shed its outer camouflage. The last of the skin and clothing dropped off as the eerily glowing creature topped seven and a half feet.
“YOU WILL DIE, HUMAN SCUM! ALL OF YOU!”
The house lights went out.
Thirty
Estate
“What kind of deal did you have in mind?” Incarnadine asked the enormous apparition that had appeared above the house.
“I’m sure we can work something out, Inky old friend.”
“I don’t share your optimism. What do you have to offer, aside from what already belongs to me?”
“Well, we’re not exactly offering anything, my dear Inky. In fact —”
“
The face raised its eyebrows. “Touchy, aren’t we? As I was saying …
“Why not?”
“We have the castle. In a very short time we will cut off the only access you have to it.”
“Which means that you haven’t overrun Ferne’s position yet.”
“A formality. What are mortals against us? Chopped liver, that’s what.”
“Well, what’s taking you so long?”
“I have to admit your sister’s not chopped liver. And neither are you, Ink — er, Your Majesty. Neither are you. Really, I mean it! Look, let’s be frank. All cards face-up. I mean,
Incarnadine nodded. “Sounds very cozy. I will also be frank. I’d sooner bed down with scorpions than sit at a bargaining table with the likes of you.”
The face looked hurt. “Really, that’s not very nice.”
“You know that the moment I get back inside the castle, your game is through.”
“I don’t know that at all. You might not be aware of this, but the barrier your great-great-great-great —”
“You’ve actually kept track?”
“— great-great-great grandfather erected to keep us out of the castle is
Incarnadine was silent a moment, then said, “I really must compliment you on having mastered the local vernacular so quickly.”
The face couldn’t help being pleased. “That? It’s nothing. This is one world we’re going to insist on keeping. We work right into the mythology so well, it’s as though it had been created with us in mind.”
“If you look back far enough into your historical records, you might find that you did have a hand in working up the indigenous mythology, or at least inspiring it.”
“Really? That’s very interesting. But back to business. Isn’t it clear that you will have to share power at some point? You people can’t keep us back forever.”
“I don’t see why not,” Incarnadine said. “In any event, I certainly won’t be the one to give away the family business.”
“Oh, you wouldn’t be giving away all of it, now would you?”
“You would never be content with partial control, were I willing to grant it.”
“Come now. I think it’s about time you realized that your attitude toward us is really the result of years of propaganda. We get the worst press imaginable. Your family always had it in for us. It’s not fair! We’ve done nothing, absolutely nothing to justify being treated so shabbily all these years. Discrimination! That’s what it is,
