John"s throat was dry.
Real magic.
The light swelled, filled the entire gallery. A stronger light of almost painful intensity appeared as a pinpoint in the air above the bier. It grew, rainbow colors rippling along its edges, into a sphere the size of a basketball. With a flash that forced John"s eyes shut, it expanded. When he could see again, the globe of light was less bright but it had a diameter large enough for John to walk through.
The woman giggled. "Great and small, need them all."
A figure appeared within the flickering light, slowly resolving to clarity like a video fade-in. The image was man-shaped. His feet almost touched the surface of the bier and the top of the case intersected his chest.
As the resolution of the image improved, John could see that the man was naked. He had broad shoulders and was thick-bodied, his skin tracked with white scars. His hair fell to his shoulders and he wore a full beard. Both hair and beard were dirty blond and shot with gray. His eyes were closed, but his expression was troubled.
The man hung suspended within the cloud of light, floating in the air. He might have been lying on a bed, save that he was vertical. The pose was odd, in a way more unnerving than the fact that the man was suspended without any visible support.
The woman faced the man and spoke. Her words were still incomprehensible to John, but he recognized her tone as one of entreaty. Her gestures were those one would use to call a small child.
The man floated within the glowing ball, drifting a little closer, then a little farther away. The woman spoke faster. Silent sparks jetted out from the floating man, leaping out to ground against the metal fittings of the case and the reproduction weapons within it. One jumped to the forgotten flashlight in John"s hand, and he dropped it.
The woman stood serenely within this electrical micro-storm. Her words became a chant and the floating man drifted free of the case. Slowly, he settled toward the floor. He was looking more solid now. More real, somehow.
The woman held out a hand toward him.
"Come, lord," she said. "Waken. "Tis time."
CHAPTER.
9.
The man started to collapse as soon as his bare foot touched the stone floor, crumpling bonelessly toward the paving flags. His obvious helplessness and need broke through the awe and fear that had paralyzed John. Rushing forward, he caught the man before his head struck the stone. The limp body was a deadweight, too much for John"s strength, and pulled him off balance. They both landed sprawling on the floor.
The man lay there twitching, his eyes screwed closed. Arms enfolding his head, he curled into a ball and started mumbling. John couldn"t quite catch what he was saying; it sounded like a foreign language, something Germanic. Whatever the language was, the short phrases and stuttering delivery made his words sound disjointed. Although he couldn"t tell for sure, John suspected the man"s speech was slurred. He seemed to be in shock.
John knelt beside the man and gently tugged his hands away from his head. Brushing aside feebly flailing arms, he shifted the man around so that his head could rest against John"s thighs. That seemed to relax him; he stopped fighting, at any rate. The babbling stopped too.
John was thinking about where he"d find something to keep the guy warm when the woman laid her hand on his shoulder, startling him, and spoke.
"Take good care of this man."
John recovered enough to say, "But-"
"Artos needs your help."
John was befuddled. Who was Artos? "What are you tulking about?"
"Artos has slept a long while, but the time is come. He is needed." She giggled. "All of them. Great and small, need (hem all."
This woman-this sorceress-was crazy. Then again, maybe she wasn"t the crazy one. "I really don"t understand what"s going on here."
She smiled a sad smile and touched his cheek with her hand. "Such enviable innocence."
"Who are you?"
"Nym." She smiled beatifically at him, as if that explained it all.
Right. Try again. "Who"s he?"
"Artos."
Nym looked at him expectantly. Was he supposed to know this guy? John didn"t exactly make a habit of hanging out with naked men in closed museums. "Be careful of strange men," his mother used to tell him when he was little. How much stranger did you get than appearing out of nowhere when a ditsy sorceress called you up with a spell?
Or had she? What if this guy wasn"t a man? The head lying against his thigh suddenly seemed far warmer than it should be. What if she had called up something else, and it just had the shape of a man? What if- What the h.e.l.l was he thinking about? This couldn"t be real. It had to be a trick of some kind, but he couldn"t imagine anyone with the resources or the reason to pull such a thing off.
Nym frowned, apparently displeased by his reaction, then she brightened. "Oh, sorry," she said. "It gets a little confusing sometimes. So many, you know. And things get a little fuzzy over time. You"d probably call him Arthur."
"Arthur?" No. It couldn"t be. "Arthur?"
She nodded.
His eyes flashed to the case behind her. It held a few artifacts of gold and silver, a Caxton printing of Malory"s Morte D "Artur, photoprints of several ma.n.u.script ill.u.s.trations, an original eel from Disney"s The Sword in the Stone, and a block of text headed "The Matter of Britain: Arthur, Myth or Reality?" The screen that showed a clip from Sandler"s Legacy of the Round Table was dark. Centuries of legends about the king who waits.
"As in King Arthur?"
She nodded again.
"The King Arthur?"
She smiled radiantly. "Sleeping no longer." Bending down, she kissed the man on the forehead. "Rise, O king. The fight is to be fought."
The man groaned. She nodded in satisfaction and started gathering her things into her knapsack.
"It can"t be," John said.
"Were you there?" she asked.
"Where?"
"I thought not. You"re a bit young. That being the case, who are you to talk? One must have knowledge beyond learning or wisdom beyond understanding to say what can and cannot be." She leaned over and murmured in his ear, "The stars have whispered to me. They have told me that the time for sleeping is over. The time of need is upon us."
"I-" He decided it was better not to voice his doubts about her story. This woman, whoever she was-whatever she was-was not entirely fastened down. It would be best to humor her until he could find somebody who might have some idea of what was going on. He decided to try to talk her into helping him get this guy down to the watch station. From there he could call the police; they"d have somebody who could make some sense of this. Hoping he"d be inspired to say the right things, he started, "I-"
"Yes, you. You surely have a place in this. I had not foreseen you, but something is sure to come of this. You are here, and he is here, and-" She c.o.c.ked her head as though listening. Eyes narrowing, her expression hardened. John hoped that it did not presage violence. She shouldered her pack, then leaned down again, whispering, "And he is here us well."
Her hand brushed John"s waist, shifting the combox. The lights came on in the great hall. How did that happen? A shaft of illumination fell through the doorway into the still-shadowy exhibit gallery. Arthur-if he was Arthur-groaned again and raised a hand to shield his still-closed eyes.
The light dimmed as a man stepped into the doorway. The backlighting and the dark trench coat that he wore made a lean column of his figure, and silver hair glowed in a halo around his head. He took a step forward and his face came into the light. It was Bennett.
For a moment, John was overjoyed. Here was someone who knew about Nym. Bennett would know what was going on. Then he remembered that the FBI agents had said that Bennett was an impostor. The agents hadn"t said what Bennett really was except dangerous.
A handful of boggles scampered past Bennett. He didn"t seem surprised by them. The light behind him diminished for an instant as something moved out there. Whatever it was, it didn"t stray into John"s line of sight, but he sensed it lurking out there. Bennett remained undisturbed by its presence, but Nym stared worriedly over his shoulder.
As with Nym, there had been no alarm to mark Bennett"s entry into the building. John checked his combox. The status light still burned green, falsely claiming that the building"s security remained unbreached. That wasn"t right. Couldn"t be, could it? He had to be dreaming all this, didn"t he? The weight of the man"s head in his lap was real, and when Bennett spoke his voice sounded as real as it had in the Frilly Cow.
"I see I"m too late for the show."
Apparently galvanized by Bennett"s voice, Arthur rolled out of John"s lap and struggled to rise. His muscles trembled and his arms gave out on the first attempt. John helped him with the second and the man got to his knees. His eyes, open now, were fixed on Bennett. John would not have liked to have been the recipient of that venomous glare.
Arthur said something in his guttural language. His stutter was gone, his voice stronger, almost compelling in its power.
"I"ve seen stronger puppies, man," Bennett replied to him in English.
"What can you expect from a day that begins with getting out of bed?" Nym said.
Bennett ignored her. "Really, John, you should have told me when you began to keep such bad company."
"You"re not a federal agent," John accused.
"According to whom?" Bennett asked.
"Some real federal agents."
"Are you sure they were federal agents?"
"I saw their badges. Who are you, really?"
"A person very concerned about what this woman is trying to do." He took a step into the gallery, and though his hands remained in his pockets, Nym flinched back.
"Don"t trust him," she said to John.
"She is a liar, John," Bennett said. "Pathological."
"I am not," Nym protested.
"Do you know what she"s done, John?" He paused, more for effect than to allow John to answer. "She"s summoned a murderer. A hunter. A maker of war. You were here; you saw the anchors she used for her summoning. Weapons. The tools of a killer. The man you so tenderly held in your lap is very dangerous. A veritable demon in man form. He will deceive you into betraying all you hold dear. He has done so before, with others."
"You are the deceiver," Nym stated.
"Will you deny what I have told John about this man?"
Nym bit her lip.
"Her silence is the answer, John. This man is all that I have told you and more. He should be destroyed like the mad dog he is."
"He is needed," Nym protested.
"Not by me," Bennett said. A boggle tugged on his pants leg. He kicked the thing away and it ran away into the darkness, whimpering. A melody, faint and hauntingly sweet, lloated in the air. Bennett tilted his head and listened, smiling. "Ah. However, his wakening does have benefits, and so for that I thank you."
Nym glared at him. "I did not do this for you."
"Of course not, woman. But whatever your motives, your results seem less than complete. Your champion doesn"t look as though he will be much good to anyone."
Nym drew herself up, raising her chin loftily, and said, "He"s still half asleep."
"Still? Not handling the transition well, is he? Or a fault in your spell, perhaps? Too bad. I"d rather have had him aware for this."
Bennett withdrew his right hand from the pocket of his trench coat. He flicked his wrist, and instantly a ball of crackling energy sprang to flickering green life around his hand. Boggles scattered.
"No," Nym protested, stepping between Bennett and Arthur.
Arthur mumbled something. Reaching out a hand, he tried to draw her back, but she shrugged off his hand.
"Leave," she whispered to him over her shoulder. "Get far away."
"You can"t protect him from me," Bennett said.
"Can"t I?"
"Don"t overestimate your skills, i know you must be feeling quite strong now, frisky even, but it is a false confidence.
"Step away, John."
Mouth dry, John asked Bennett, "What are you going to do?"
"Something that should have been done long ago. Now step away."
John hesitated.
"Very well," Bennett said. He flicked his hand forward, and the energy rolled off his fingers. The ball of lambent green fire floated toward Nym, Arthur, and John.
Nym held up both her hands, palms out, and crossed her arms. The fire vanished inches from her hands. John could only stare, wide-eyed.
"Not bad," Bennett said.
"I"ve been practicing," she said coyly.
"But not enough. If you insist on interfering, I will simply have to settle with you before I settle with him."