Snowclaw grasped one of the posts and began to twist, his sinews rippling beneath his fur. 'Uhhh!… What?'
'Do you remember… when we were looking into this world, through the portal. Do you remember if you saw the grass waving real fast or clouds hauling ass across the sky? Recall anything like that?'
'Uhhh. These posts are really in there… Uh, no, I really don't remember, Gene.'
'I think I remember. If true, it means that there's time slippage between this universe and the castle's. I might not miss the wedding after all.'
'Uhhhhhhhhh… there! That one's out a little.'
'Not that missing the wedding would be a bad idea. No, wait. I didn't mean that. I love Linda. I really do.'
'Uhh. This one's loose already. And so's… yeah, so's this one. Okay, I'm ready for the ugly little runts. Boy, I'm going to enjoy this.'
'Snowy, do you think we're compatible?'
'You and me? I dunno. What's it mean?'
'I mean me and Linda. Oh, why the hell am I asking you?'
'I give up. By the way, here they come.'
'Wonderful.'
Gene jumped to his feet and peered through the posts. A contingent of no less than six barbarians was walking toward the stockade, armed with axes, swords, and spears.
'Snowy, what's really odd is that they don't seem to think there's anything unusual about you.'
'What's unusual about me?'
'Nothing, but this is a human world, and you are obviously nonhuman. But they seem to regard you as merely an oversized man.'
'Pretty dumb of them.'
'No, I think it's something else.'
'Oh? What's that?'
'Magic. Your magic.'
'My magic? Hey, I don't have any of that stuff.'
'Everyone who ends up in Castle Perilous gets magic powers, to some degree or another. You've never seemed to have any at all, and I've always wondered. But you do have a talent, and I think it has to do with disguising yourself.'
'Yeah? How do I do that?'
'I don't know. I doubt if you know how you do it. But you do it. Remember when you went to Earth that one time, and Linda whipped up a spell-or was it Sheila? Anyway, it was a disguise spell.'
'That fizzled.'
'Yeah, it fizzled. But the trouble with Linda or Sheila doing it is that neither of them can work much magic on Earth. Not many people can. Even Incarnadine has trouble. See what I mean?'
Snowy considered it. Then he shook his head. 'No.'
'You disguised yourself, somehow. It was magic. I don't know how you worked Earth magic, but you did. And you're doing it here, again. And you've done it in a lot of other worlds. Someone had to start the spell, but you kept it going.'
'Okay, I'll buy it,' Snowclaw said. 'Anyway, does that mean I get to tussle with that lineup of ugly runts?'
'Could be, could be.'
'We have a little celebration prepared for you two,' one of the barbarians said with a snaggletoothed smile. He wore an ornate metal helmet. The others wore helmets of leather braided with wicker or a like material.
'Nice of you to think of us,' Gene said. 'It appears you'll be breaking camp soon. True?'
'True. We march on Verimas, and hope to lay siege to it by week's end. I fear you won't be present for those festivities.'
'Yeah, too bad, sounds like fun. What's the occasion of this little party you're throwing for us?'
'Oh, something of an initiation ceremony, actually.'
'Yeah? Initiation into what?'
'Into our ranks, the allied tribes of the Outlands. The Empire calls us the Gowthan.'
'So you're inviting us to join your outfit? Hey, that's real camaraderie.'
The barbarian laughed. 'Don't be too grateful. You have to pass the ordeal first.' He turned and pointed to the twin lines of armed men. 'That's the Gauntlet of Heroes. You have to get from one end to the other. We'll give you each a sword and a shield. Fair is fair. If you come out to the other side in reasonably good shape, you'll be pressed into service. If you don't make it, we'll give you a hero's burial.'
Gene smiled. 'Damned decent of you.'
'After all, we're not barbarians.' The man's grin widened to reveal a gap left by a missing bicuspid. The rest of his broken teeth merited yanking as well.
'Well, Snowy, looks like they're going to give us a chance to show our stuff.'
Snowclaw opined a low, gloating chuckle.
Gene turned his charming smile on his host. 'Anytime you're ready, Gruesome.'
The gate unbarred, the two prisoners were bade to come out, and, at sword's point, were persuaded to cross to the left end of the twin rows of eager barbarians, who clapped sword against shield and cheered when the two strangers took the weapons offered them.
Gene swished his ill-made sword around. 'Wonderful.' He examined the blade. 'Not exactly Damascus steel.'
'It will serve you for as long you'll need it,' said Gruesome with an evil snicker, 'which shouldn't be long.'
'You got an axe?' Snowy requested.
'Give him an axe!' someone shouted.
An axe was delivered, and Snowy hefted it. 'This'll do.'
'Shield?' Gruesome offered.
'Get that wimp-lid out of my face, fella.'
'We have a brave one here. Take him to the other end of the gauntlet!'
Drums began to beat as Snowclaw was escorted to the other end of the lineup. Gene surveyed his helmeted adversaries, flashing a grin.
'Hi, guys, nice to see ya.' Nervous laughter from the ranks.
'Come dance to the beat of our drums, stranger,' one of the men said.
'Do you do the Lambeth Walk?'
'Eh?'
'Never mind, pal. I'll lead.'
The tempo of the drumbeat increased.
'Let the ordeal begin!' Gruesome shouted into the wind. Gene approached the first two men, sword raised, shield up. As he neared, the one on the right leaped at him, bringing his sword down in a haymaker swing. Gene easily warded it off and parried with a lunge to the midsection. The sword pierced the man's solar plexus deeply.
The man's breath went out of him, his horrified face up against Gene's. He grunted in pain and disbelief.
Gene brought up his knee and pushed him away just in the nick of time, the second man's sword whanging against the wood-and-leather shield. He took two steps back, then charged.
In a blinding series of feints, thrusts and parries, he fought the second man like something possessed, finishing off with one gigantic swipe.
Gene stepped off and watched the headless body teeter for a moment before it fell over. Then he whirled to face the next pair of combatants.
It went pretty well after that, Gene's magic performing even better than expected. After he had worked his way six or seven pairs down the line, he had a second to look up and see how Snowclaw was doing. Mutilated bodies lay all along the other end of the gauntlet. A head flew.
Satisfied that things were going well, Gene continued to fight. The magic seemed to grown ever stronger. He
