He nervously nibbled on the tall gra.s.s. He chewed a mouthful and spat it out. "You can. And you do."
I wanted to argue. More than anything, I wanted to correct the horse of this notion, but everything I might say would be a lie. Since neither of us would believe any untruth I could offer, I didn"t bother. Instead, I seized on a comment I hadn"t noticed before.
"Beautiful. You said, I was beautiful?"
The horse gulped down more gra.s.s and spoke with his mouth foil. "Did I? I don"t recall."
"Yes, you did. More beautiful than all of Wyst"s former admirers combined, that"s what you said."
"Are you certain?" He chewed on his far shoulder to avoid looking at me. I waited for him to grow bored ignoring me.
"Oh, yes, yes. I did say that." He lifted and pawed each hoof twice. "We saw you bathing in the lake, months before we came to Fort Stalwart. Wyst had lost track of the gobling horde, it was very elusive for a horde, and while trailing it through a patch of woods, we saw you."
I"d forgotten my last day with Ghastly Edna and my bath at the lake. I"d known someone had been watching. Now I knew who. And I had only been down there because my mistress had ordered me to. There could only be one reason behind it. Ghastly Edna had wanted me spied upon. It was against the witch"s code to be seen in so vulnerable a state, and I couldn"t fathom the reason. Even long dead, my mistress could confuse me. There had always been a lesson somewhere to be learned, and I a.s.sumed this would be no different.
"Personally, I don"t know what makes a woman desirable," remarked the horse. "I"ve always liked a strong back and st.u.r.dy haunches, a nice mane. You"ve got the mane at least. And whatever women are supposed to have, I presume you have that as well. Because I felt Wyst"s l.u.s.t rise the moment he laid eyes upon you."
I frowned. I didn"t want Wyst"s l.u.s.t. I was a beautiful creature, supernaturally so, and men couldn"t help but desire my flesh. If the only reason Wyst couldn"t resist me was my curse, then I would rather he feel nothing at all.
The horse shook his head. "You still don"t understand, do you? It was merely l.u.s.t at first. A stronger l.u.s.t than usual perhaps, but l.u.s.t nonetheless. Wyst was its master. Then this quest started, and over the days, it became something more. And it"s all your fault. If only you"d been a proper witch and kept your distance."
I almost argued that Wyst was just as responsible, but even if it was true, everyone is only responsible for their own actions. The blame was mine. And still I couldn"t make myself feel bad about any of this.
Because Wyst loved me.
"Shame," said the horse. "He was such a terrific champion of virtue."
I laid by the campfire, closed my eyes, and tried to get some rest. I couldn"t even stop from smiling.
Wyst returned sometime later. I pretended to sleep and watched him by magic through closed eyes. He stood over me for a long while, just looking. Then he bent down and barely touched my cheek. I wanted to wrap my arms around him and kiss and nibble him. But I didn"t. This wasn"t the right place or time, and something in my eyes told me Wyst wasn"t ready. But he would be, and I could wait until he was.
Wyst laid down, a mere arm"s length away. He didn"t go to sleep. A sweet smile across his lips, he just kept looking, and with him watching over me, I had no trouble getting the rest I needed.
"Trouble," snorted the horse just before I fell into a peaceful slumber.
CHAPTER 24
I"d always been the first to wake in the morning, if I got any rest at all. But my sleepless nights must"ve finally caught up with me, and I slumbered, nestled in dreams of Wyst of the West. I"d dreamed of him before, but never like this. The previous had been carnal in nature, fantasies of fleshly and carnivorous desires. This night, I dreamed of nothing more than being held in his strong arms. It was the loveliest dream, over and over again throughout the night. On the surface, it was very innocent, but I knew it was more serious than all my other fantasies. When the time to leave the dreaming world came, I was reluctant to do so. first to wake in the morning, if I got any rest at all. But my sleepless nights must"ve finally caught up with me, and I slumbered, nestled in dreams of Wyst of the West. I"d dreamed of him before, but never like this. The previous had been carnal in nature, fantasies of fleshly and carnivorous desires. This night, I dreamed of nothing more than being held in his strong arms. It was the loveliest dream, over and over again throughout the night. On the surface, it was very innocent, but I knew it was more serious than all my other fantasies. When the time to leave the dreaming world came, I was reluctant to do so.
Morning light usually disturbs my deepest slumber. When it finally did just that, the sun was already halfway over the horizon. I sat up and shielded my eyes from the sun. I couldn"t look at it directly, but it was a very pretty morning.
"I retrieved your hat from the cellar," said Newt. "Thought you might need it." He held it up in his bill. I took the pointed, black hat and pulled it low over my head to shade my eyes. I didn"t tuck my hair away, and Newt glowered at the shimmering strands.
I bent down and rubbed a handful of dirt on my face. Not as much as I should, but this was mostly an exercise of habit. All my companions knew I was beautiful. There was little point in hiding it.
I tried wiping away my slight smile with little success. I could only hope it came across as ambiguous. Not the smile of a woman in love, but the knowing grin of a witch listening to the whisper of magic.
I glanced over at Wyst of the West. He looked back at me, and neither of us shied away. He climbed onto his horse without turning his eyes from mine. We both smiled, softly for most people, but beaming for a witch and White Knight.
Newt said something, but I didn"t catch the words.
I pulled my gaze from Wyst and down to my familiar. "Pardon?"
"I asked which way now, mistress?" The question came with an impertinent tone. Especially the last word. I was in much too good a mood to be troubled by it now.
Gwurm boosted me onto his shoulder as I replied, "We follow the road."
Penelope floated into my hand, and Newt took his place on my lap. And we started on our way. As the cabin shrank away, I tucked away its memory. It was worth remembering, not for the quietly miserable childhood but for that brief moment when Wyst and I held each other. That embrace made the highly probable into an unavoidable certainty.
We journeyed in a silence of words but with a great chatter of glances. Wyst and I would steal sidelong peeks, but we weren"t fooling anyone. Gwurm and Penelope were polite enough to ignore them. Newt voiced his objections with snarls and grimaces and one exceptionally displeased glower. And the miles pa.s.sed away.
Late in the morning, Wyst"s horse became uneasy. He stopped without warning.
Wyst patted his mount"s neck. "What"s wrong?"
"This isn"t right," snorted the horse.
"How so?" I asked.
The horse blinked three times very deliberately. "Up ahead. The countryside is wrong. Not right at all."
I hopped from Gwurm"s shoulder and cleared my head. Beasts possess senses even witches lack, but now I knew to look for something. It took a few long moments of careful study to spot the horse"s observation.
Nature is chaotic. Even a tranquil field of flowers is full of disarray, even if it is subtly so. But the landscape before us was a picture of perfect order. The first thing I noticed was the trees. There were four ahead, and yet each was the same in every detail with a bending trunk and an exact arrangement of branches. Even the bark was the same shade and texture with the same knot in the trunk of each.
I noticed the stones scattered ahead next. They were more varied, coming in three different shapes and sizes. Only three. Once I saw it for what it was, I even noticed the gra.s.s was arranged in uniform rows with the deliberate patterned arrangement of three short blades, a taller blade, and two midsize. This wasn"t nature. It was only an incredible simulation.
The horde of phantom goblings was one thing, but to recreate the world so completely was an act of unparalleled sorcerous might. It was also the product of a madman. This sorcerer didn"t want to remake the world in his own image. He just wanted to remake it for no other reason than he could. Sorcery for sorcery"s sake, a grand experiment intended to wipe away the heart of the world.
Only now did I understand just how insidious such a design was. Only now did I truly grasp the power I faced. I was afraid, fearful that my magic wouldn"t be a match for it.
Fear is only a bad thing when it provokes poor decisions. Otherwise, a little dread can be healthy. I held my trepidation close. When the time came, it would serve me to keep from underestimating what I might face.
"What is it?" Newt asked.
"A dream of madness."
I left it at that. None of the others could understand. Nor did they need to. Wyst spurred his horse onward. The steed hesitated, but as the boon companion of a White Knight, he had the courage to cross into this sorcerous reflection.
There was a stillness to this false world, and even its small movements were calculated. The fields swayed with unerring predictability. The tree branches bobbed in unison. The clouds overhead swirled in precise, lazy shapes. The phantom kingdom acknowledged our presence with a minimum of response. Our footfalls kicked up small dust clouds, each identical regardless whether spurred by hoof or troll foot. The gra.s.s parted, only to snap back into rank and file.
I was horribly uncomfortable. We all were, but I could feel the void in this land. There wasn"t life in any of this. I couldn"t talk to the gra.s.s or speak with the trees. They were dead, empty things. If this was how mortal men saw the world, what a cold, dark place they lived in. I understood why they gathered together so obsessively now.
We must"ve been close to the end of our quest, but this was only a guess. I couldn"t find a single omen in this empty land, and any whispers of the magic were m.u.f.fled beneath the smothering sorcery. I was so ill at ease that I didn"t see the first spontaneous movement in the land until Gwurm pointed it out.
"That"s a strange-looking cloud."
A white puff broke formation and darkened. Small pock ets of lightning sizzled within, creating two glowing, electric orbs. The cloud leered with its sparkling eyes. A mouth parted in its rumbling billows, and it chuckled. It was an ail-too-human chuckle, too soft to be heard all the way on the ground, but we heard it anyway.
Wyst drew his sword.
"Oh, my," said the cloud. "Tell me, my good Knight, just how do you plan on slaying a cloud with that blade, a.s.suming you possess some method of reaching me way up here in the first place?"
The voice was flat and even. It sounded as if spoken gently in my ears, as if this cloud were beside me. But s.p.a.ce was a triviality in a place that didn"t truly exist.
The cloud squinted. Rather, its eyes dimmed. "Now let"s see what we have here. A White Knight, a troll, a duck, and a witch. An odd a.s.sortment of adversaries, I must say. What a pleasure it is to finally meet you face-to-face, so to speak."
I tipped my hat to the cloud. "And you must be Soulless Gustav."
"If I must. My reputation precedes me." The puff resumed its part in the lifeless dance, and the face disappeared. It reappeared in the tall gra.s.s. Purple flowers bloomed for its eyes.
"There really is a Soulless Gustav?" whispered Newt.
He was heard. I suspected everything unusual was heard by this realm"s master. "Well, I would certainly hope so. Who else could send out those plagues of strangling intestines and melting brains?"
"You really do that?" Newt asked.
The gra.s.s split into a wry grin. "On occasion. When it suits my purpose. Or when it strikes me as amusing. Or when I just feel bored and in the mood to sow some terror. Not so nearly as often as people claim, but that is the advantage of a well-cultivated reputation. After a while, it does its own work."
One purple bud closed in a wink.
"You"ve done well to get here. Of course, I expected you would. My magic is not so strong in in that place you would call reality, but you"ve crossed into my kingdom now. Foolish mistake, that. I"d tell you to turn back, but it"s too late." that place you would call reality, but you"ve crossed into my kingdom now. Foolish mistake, that. I"d tell you to turn back, but it"s too late."
Wyst struggled with his uneasy horse for a moment. He put away his sword. "Hear me now, sorcerer. I am Wyst of the West, Defender of the Weak, Destroyer of the Foul, Sworn Champion of Decency, Avowed Foe of Evil, and by the Order of White Knights, I shall see your madness ended."
"Firstly, my good Knight, my madness ends when I say it does. Secondly, I could argue that anyone who threatens gra.s.s is perhaps grappling with madness himself." Soulless Gustav moved from the field to a tree. "Thirdly, the lifestyle you have taken upon yourself is surely a sign of a far more twisted mind than my own. Tell me. Do you ever wonder what sort of man sacrifices even the simplest joys for the good of the world?"
It was a trick question. I would"ve answered it with a barbed response, but Wyst was no witch.
"A man with a great pa.s.sion for justice!" he shouted.
The tree rattled its branches. "A great pa.s.sion, yes, but isn"t too great a pa.s.sion madness in and of itself?"
Wyst fell deeper into the trap. "Not if that pa.s.sion is is righteous." righteous."
"Well, there you have it. Righteousness is a great moral quandary, isn"t it? Such debates are for scholars and learned men who have nothing better to do but sit around and talk about life rather than live it. I am merely a legendary sorcerer, and you, a virtuous, quite possibly mad, White Knight. My point is, both of us have our goals, and both of us are willing to do whatever we must to achieve those goals. You"ve given up everything worthwhile in your quest for justice. I"ve seen thousands devoured by my phantom gobling horde. I see very little difference in the two, save for mine is a lot more fun."
Wyst drew his sword and snarled. "Come forward and face me, sorcerer. Or are you frightened because you know your doom is upon you?"
"Ah, there it is. The bravado, the fervor, and fury. How heroic. How courageous. How inane. Wyst of the West, you are no doubt a great White Knight, judging by your perfect ba.n.a.lity. But you are also a great boorish simpleton. Afraid? Of you? My dear, dear Wyst, you really have no idea what you"re up against. Well, courage is merely equal parts overconfidence and idiocy"
"I"m not the one hiding in trees and gra.s.s."
"I"m through talking with you, Wyst. You are of no consequence."
He left the tree. A whirlwind of dust kicked up before us and congealed into a man of sand. He was tall and thin, wearing a robe of gravel. His face was gaunt with a pointed chin, and he had polished jade for eyes. This was Soulless Gustav, if not quite in the flesh.
He walked to Gwurm. "Did you know, I"ve always had a fondness for trolls. In fact, my horde of goblings was nearly a crush of trolls."
"Nearly?" asked Gwurm.
"Unfeasible at this stage, I"m afraid. I"ve yet to craft a phantom troll to my liking. It"s the dignity, I think. Your race has a quality, a grace that is is rare in such loathsome creatures." rare in such loathsome creatures."
"I"ve often thought so."
"Goblings, they"re easy. Malicious, s...o...b..ring, one-dimensional beasts. Wrap an illusion around a ravenous hunger and you"re done. Don"t worry though, my friend. I"ll get it right. Your race will not be forgotten in my new world."
Gwurm smiled without a hint of sarcasm. "Good to know."
"Care for a walk, witch? I would have a word with you."
I hopped from Gwurm"s shoulder. Wyst spurred his horse forward. Soulless Gustav smiled with teeth of shining quartz.
"There are things this witch and I must discuss. Things you wouldn"t understand, Wyst, as they have nothing to do with poking villains with swords or impotent bl.u.s.tering."
Wyst jumped from his horse and ran Soulless Gustav through. The sorcerer shook his head. "All that righteous fury and not a blessed thing you can do with it. Pity. I can imagine your frustration."
I put a hand on Wyst"s arm. "He"s right. We must speak of things that only sorcerers and witches can. Stay here." I set down Newt. Much to my surprise, he didn"t protest being left behind. I took Penelope along. Having my broom made me feel a better witch.
Soulless Gustav and I walked away from the others. Every step covered the s.p.a.ce of four by the sorcerer"s will, and they were soon figures on the horizon.
"It seems rude that you should know my name, and I, not yours," he remarked.
"I have no name."
"Everything has a name, even if it is is unspoken. But suit yourself." He shrugged, and dust and stone fell from his shoulders. "So now that we have finally met, am I everything you expect? No. Don"t bother answering. I know what you"re going to say before you say it. You weren"t expecting anything?" unspoken. But suit yourself." He shrugged, and dust and stone fell from his shoulders. "So now that we have finally met, am I everything you expect? No. Don"t bother answering. I know what you"re going to say before you say it. You weren"t expecting anything?"
"Up to this moment, I hadn"t given you much thought."
"You cut me to the quick."
I lowered my hat. "It wasn"t an insult. You were only an idea before. More of a notion, really. Important, yes, but not worth excess consideration."
"And now?"
"And now you are more. And still not worth excess consideration because I have seen you for what you are."
Soulless Gustav frowned. "Is that not another insult?"
"Merely an observation. Only you can decide whether to take offense or not."