nasal and off-key (Snowy had perfect pitch) and just plain lousy. Nevertheless he belted out the lyrics, which were mawkishly sentimental and more than a little disingenuous in purport.
The elevator descended, and the man sang. Snowy was slightly embarrassed at first. Then he began to get irked. Several minutes later the elevator was still plunging and the man had squeaked out half-a-dozen verses, all more or less the same. Even Snowclaw, who knew nothing about any kind of music, much less human music, could see that enough listening to this sort of drivel could lead to serious brain damage and an erosion of the finer sensibilities. It was repetitious, simplistic, hackneyed, and boring.
The man was singing right into Snowy's face. Snowy tried to ignore him, but the man persisted.
Snowy pushed him away, but the guy didn't get the idea. Snowy got all the more ticked off.
Still the elevator fell. Snowy stabbed desperately at the control panel.
Mercifully, the man finished. And segued neatly into another number, this one sounding like a plagiarism of the last; which in fact it was, though sung at even louder volume. Something about striking and forming a union.
With a growl. Snowy grabbed the guitar and smashed the thing over the folk singer's sparse-haired cranium.
The doors slid open. Snowy walked out. The doors closed again to hide from piteous view one scruffy prone figure wreathed in silent kindling.
Snowy didn't know how many floors he'd gone down, but it didn't realty matter. This level was as replete with action and as scarce in respectable opponents.
A gladiator with a spear rushed at him.
Snowclaw sidestepped the shaft, warding it off neatly with his free forearm. Then he pivoted and applied the flat of his blade sharply to the back of the attacker's head. The man went end over end, fetched up against the wall and lay still.
Snowy yawned, scratching his belly.
He moved on. Mingled among the fighters were more singers and dancers and such. These he ignored. Animals roamed the hallways. Some of them sniffed at Snowclaw in passing, but none seemed to be really interested. One or two growled, but that was all.
All was chaos, and the situation seemed to be getting worse with each passing minute. Snowclaw watched as a chorus line kicked past. Just what was this activity supposed to signify? He couldn't fathom it.
He stopped and looked around. A sunlit aspect lay to his right, at the far end of an alcove. A breeze came from it, and he relished the coolness. He was hot. Human habitations were usually uncomfortably warm for arctic beasts like Snowclaw. To him, frozen tundras were balmy.
Deciding to take a break, he crossed the alcove and strode through the aspect.
A pair of warring gladiators followed him through-and promptly vanished.
He came out into a grassy pasture bordered by trees. A pond lay to the right, lying placid at the bottom of a hollow. On a log at the rim sat Gene and Linda, eating a picnic lunch.
Gene turned, saw Snowclaw, and raised a hand. 'Hey!'
Snowclaw walked down to the pond.
'Hi, Snowy!' Linda said. 'Where've you been?'
Snowclaw strode past them, threw the broadaxe on the grass, and dove into the pond with a mighty splash.
'Don't say hello,' Gene said as he munched a kosher pickle.
'This stuff is getting a little wispy,' Linda said, looking at her tuna salad sandwich.
'Not much taste.' Gene watched the pickle in his hand disappear. 'Not much to it, either.'
'Rats. This aspect has lousy magic. But if I go back into the castle and whip up more food, it'll probably fizzle too when I bring it out.'
'Not hungry anyway,' Gene said.
Snowclaw's head broke the surface. He spat a needle-thin stream of water out between his great teeth.
'Hi, guys,' he said. 'I was hot.'
'We gathered,' Gene said. 'You been noticing all the commotion inside?'
'Yeah. It was fun for a while. Then it got boring.' 'We're trying to get to the bottom of it. Want to come along?'
'Sure. Got nothing better to do.'
Snowclaw waded toward shore, pushing through tall marsh grass. When he climbed out, he wasn't as wet as one would expect. The water beaded on his thick white pelt and ran off easily. He helped the process with a few quick shakes.
Linda wiped water off her forehead. 'Hey, take it easy, Fido.'
'Sorry. Gosh, I'm hungry.'
'I'd conjure something for you, but my magic doesn't seem to be working here.'
'Don't bother. This stuff looks okay.'
Snowclaw was referring to the tall grass at the pond's edge. He pulled up a clump and chewed the blades. He swallowed, then nodded.
'Not bad.'
'Bet it goes better with a little pond scum,' Gene suggested.
Snowclaw looked down. 'Yeah? You mean that green stuff?'
'Snowy, don't!' Linda yelled, then scolded. 'Gene, are you trying to make me sick again?'
'Just trying to be helpful.'
'Behave yourself. Let's get back to business. What are we going to do when we get to the basement, if we can make it?'
Gene shrugged. 'See what's what?'
'What do we do about the `what'?'
'At least we can report to Incarnadine, tell him whatever the what is.'
Linda nodded. 'Okay, that sounds feasible. Because we're not going to be canceling this crazy spell, if that's what it is.'
'You still think it's a spell gone bad?'
'Yeah, that's what it looks like. Somebody who didn't know what he was doing started something he couldn't finish.'
'Or knew what he was doing and wanted to cause trouble.'
'Well, he succeeded.'
Gene threw a pebble into the pond. 'I don't know, nothing's really happened so far. Actually, it's been kind of fun to watch.'
'It won't be fun if the spell keeps going, which is exactly what it's going to do if somebody doesn't cancel it.'
'What can happen?'
'The castle will become uninhabitable, that's what can happen.'
'Oh. Anything else?'
'That's not enough?'
'I see what you mean.'
Linda went on. 'It'll become so clogged with crazy stuff that no one will ever be able to get in there and douse the spell. And if, as I suspect, this nutty thing is tapped into the castle's power, which is almost infinite… Get the picture?'
Gene watched a ripple reflect from shore and go outward again. 'Hm. Never thought of that. All the worlds could be in danger.'
'Now you're catching on.'
''Chapter Twenty-one, In Which Our Heroes Once Again Save the Universe.''
'You got it, keed.'
'Punny thing is, where the hell is Incarnadine?'
Linda said, 'You know, it's only been a few hours since the confusion started. He could have stepped out for something, intending to come right back.'
