In Another Part of h.e.l.l Cadmus regretted not losing consciousness during that long and truly horrid drop. It recalled to him his occasional nightmares about falling, only those were tolerable since he always woke up before hitting the ground. Not so lucky this time. He struck hard enough to knock his breath out, but apparently not from as great a height as he thought, since he still lived.
He wasfairly certain he was alive, anyway. He had to fight to get air back into his lungs, was frightened and angry at the same time, and bygawd once he was back on his feet he was going tokill Botello no matter whose body he was using.
Filima . . . where was she? Over there, just a few yards. He crawled toward her. She also seemed out of breath, confused. She opened her eyes, stared about and called his name when she saw him. "
Cadmus!"
Oh, wonder of wonders, she wasglad to see him. She looked almighty anxious, too. Understandable, if they were where he thought they- It hadn"t been a greeting, but a warning.
Hard, strong hands clamped around his skull from behind. At the same time something else pressed heavy on the middle of his back, pushing him down. He could neither turn, nor get enough leverage to break away. His head was pulled up, there was a painful twist, and he heard and felt his neck snap.
It wasthat quick.
He collapsed in the dust, boneless.
Now that"s just b.l.o.o.d.y unfair, he thought.
Filima screamed his name in anguish. He could just see her standing, then launching herself toward him . . . no at someone behind him. He heard scuffling noises and Overduke Anton laughing and cursing at once.
"You b.l.o.o.d.y b.i.t.c.h! You won"t-ah!" The last was full of pain.
She must have landed a good one on him. Served him right.
Cadmus tried to move, but was having a hard time of it. He could blink and that was the limit. Very odd.
If his neck had been broken he should be dead. But if he was in h.e.l.l, he was likely dead already. It was all too much to take in, and Filima needed his help.
She and Botello danced into view. In Anton"s body Botello towered over her. His hands were on herthroat, but she raised her arms inside his reach and bodily turned, breaking his grip. Then she drove a sharp elbow into his belly. He doubled over, but too quickly recovered. Using a will he"d never called on before, Cadmus tried to grab at Botello"s feet, anything to slow him, to give her a chance to escape.
But hecouldn"t move.
Botello caught her, pulled her toward him. She got her hands up to his face, then there was a flash. He roared out with real pain, let her go, and staggered away.
She"s used magic on him. Good show!
Filima grabbed up a rock and threw it. Botello yelled when it bounced off his head. She found another and another, and was extraordinarily accurate in her targeting. Cowering, he fell back out of view. She kept throwing. Tears streaked her face, which had gone dark from exertion and emotion, her hair was tangled every which way, her gown torn and coated with red dust. If Cadmus hadn"t already been smitten with her he"d have fallen in love in that moment.Gawds, she"s magnificent!
Then she stopped and stood, panting, a rock still in hand, but apparently Botello had taken himself from range. She looked at Cadmus. She came to him and knelt.
"I"m sorry, Cadmus, my gawds, I"m so sorry." More tears.
If ever a woman needed to be held, this was the one, and this was the time for it. He wanted to be held as well. If he could just unbreak his neck everything would be perfect.
Then Terrin came into view. He looked shrunken, and he"d not been all that tall to begin with; his hair had gone white, and there was some problem with his face, which was deathly pale and drawn.
"Gawdammit," he muttered, scowling. "Just take a broomstick to my a.s.s and get it over with, why don"t you?"
Cadmus had no idea what he was on about, but reasonably certain the suggestion was not directed at himself or Filima. Cadmus felt Terrin"s hands on his temples.
"You"ll kill him!" Filima cried.
"Dearest," he snarled, "back off. I know what I"m doing."
Terrin straightened Cadmus"s head out. Rather civilized of him, but he really should get himself and Filima clear of this wherever-it-is place. Botello might have friends here-unlikely, but possible-and could return any moment.
Then Cadmus heard a crack in his neck almost as sickening as the first and feeling flooded over him.
Agonizing feeling. "Ow! Ahh!"
"Hang on," Terrin said. He shut his eyes.
A flash of heat and the pain went away.
It wasthat quick. Cadmus cautiously checked things out. Arms, legs, they seemed to be working now . . . he didn"t even feel bruised from the long fall. He slowly sat up. Filima had a hand to her mouth, staring wide-eyed.
"Are you . . . ? Oh, Cadmus!" She threw herself at him. He gladly caught her. Well, it was worth getting killed ifthis was the result. She was sobbing and trying to talk and apologize all at once. So this was what elation was about. It was quite rippingly nice. He held her and murmured manly endearments and before he knew what either of them was about he was kissing her, reallykissing her. And she was kissing back.
Perhaps it was only the product of a ghastly situation, but he took what she cared to give and was grateful.
"For crying out loud," snapped Terrin. "You two get a room!"
This was followed by a soft thud. Cadmus remembered where they were and pulled away for a look.
Terrin lay very still on the ground, a pile of rags with white hair.
"Oh, no," said Filima. She and Cadmus broke off at once and went to him. Cadmus felt Terrin"s chest for a heartbeat.
"He"s alive, but it"s going very fast," he said. "That"s not good, is it? What"s wrong with him? Why is he so old?"
She shook her head. "He may have had an illusion on himself or . . . I-I think he used up the last of his magic to heal you."
Cadmus didn"t know what to say. No one hadever been that nice to him before. "Do you think magic might restore him?"
"It couldn"t hurt. I"ve exhausted mine from fighting off Botello."
"And a smashing job you did of it, too." He was all admiration. "The problem is, we"re in h.e.l.l, I think.
Can"t expect to find the stuff lying about like windfalls in an orchard."
Terrin moved his lips; they leaned close to hear him whisper, "River."
"The h.e.l.l-river?" asked Filima. "He must want its magical energy."
Cadmus shook his head. "But it drains away magic."
"Maybe it"s different on this plane. We have to find it, get him there."
For the first time Cadmus paid attention to the landscape. Not terribly enthralling: flat, lots of sere red dust, rocks, lowering dark sky, very close to the bits he"d seen through Myhr"s eyes when they"d been psychically linked. That had been an interesting experience. Cadmus concentrated, tried to find some hint of energy with his other senses, but nothing surfaced. He gave up with a shrug.
"Where"s Velma?" he asked.
"She got pulled clear of the vortex by your man."
"Hope she"s all right. That was very above and beyond of him. I shall have to give him a promotion or something when we get back." Filima"s mouth twisted, and a touch of her old manner with him returned. "Cadmus! We"re in h.e.l.l! No one gets out of h.e.l.l!"
He waved the notion away. Must keep up her spirits. "Nonsense. We"ll just have a look around, find someone in charge, and explain it all. I"m sure we can sort it out. We don"t belong here. Even if we are dead, we don"t belong."
"But I don"t want to talk to anyone in charge! Not of this place!"
"You"ve an excellent point, well-taken. They"re likely to be a very rum lot. We"ll just consult some other personage. Perhaps if we find the Gate Myhr went under we can turn up an Outer Guardian or two who might lend us a hand. We can look that river up while we"re at it."
At the mention of Otherside help of a benevolent type, Filima calmed down considerably. "Did you see what Myhr saw?"
"A little of it, in flashes. Sort of like that parlor game where you look at a drawing for an instant, then have to describe as much of it as you can. We"ll keep an eye out for demons and scout for the gully.
They seemed reluctant to follow him there. Let"s go, then!" He stood tall, relishing his renewed strength, and picked up Terrin, settling him over one shoulder like a bag of grain. One thing about him being so wasted away, he was very light.
Filima paused and found a couple of hefty rocks. "In case Botello comes back," she explained.
"Good thinking. I must say you dealt with himvery roundly."
"You played picture parlor games growing up. I practiced "bird-through-the-window" at the circus."
"Really? You must tell meall about it. . . ."
His head and arms hanging down Cadmus"s broad back, Terrin emitted a heartfelt groan of pain.
Back in the Succubus Chamber I surprised me, myself, and I in a major way. I would never have thought anyone capable of doing it with so many women, so many times, so close together, but it happened: I actually lost count. This wasway beyond what I expected even with the advantage of cat genes floating around my cells.
Of course, being dead might have had an influence on things. It"s very freeing. Alive, I might not have been too eager to jump the bones of a bunch of succubae, but dead, the horns and tails and eye-straining color and all the rest just made them that much cuter to me. I honestly couldn"t tell one from another, but that didn"t seem to bother them.
But there came a point, finally, and I don"t know how many hours later, when I had enough and wanted a break. They then insisted on making absolutely sure that I was completely tired out, which was very fun, but afterwards I dozed for real and nothing they could do would wake me. They eventually gave up and followed suit. We lay sprawled over each other like a pile of gerbils. The last time I"d slept had been the upper room at Clem"s Place, which seemed ages ago. I slipped off easily now, into the best, most restful snooze I"d ever enjoyed. I was aware of it, strangely conscious of being asleep and relishing every moment. It came to an end much too soon. There was some annoying dude snoring away like a slow buzz saw, and he woke me up.
Squinting and grumpy, I looked around for him, but the chamber was empty, as in being completely gone. No glowing orange demon lesbian babes looking to be converted to the straight life for a little while, no soft, squashy bed for a floor. The bra.s.sy blue limbo was back, my sight limited to a couple yards in any direction, all of them the same.
"Not again." I said aloud, feeling disappointed. My voice still sounded flat, kind of like the snoring. I began to realize I"d wakened myself. I was on featureless blue ground surrounded by my discarded clothes. "Yo! Girls! Wanna go for seconds? Come and get me, ready or not!"
No reply. I wondered if they"d run true to the rumors I"d heard, and instead of spending hours with them my whole experience had been just minutes in duration, like a dream. Maybe only seconds. Dream encounters were tricky things when it came to time.
"Hallo? I say, anyone there?"
Shock time. It was a man"s voice calling out from not too far away. I hoped he wasn"t an incubus. I scrambled to my feet and hastily grabbed for clothes.
"Hallo?" he said. "Speak again please. It"s rather hard to navigate in this fog."
He sounded closer. I had my pants on, though, and made a start on my socks and boots. "I"m over here.
Who are you?"
A man"s form emerged out of the blueness. He was a little taller than me, even features, dark hair, wearing an old brown tunic and a long, heavy robe. His eyes were closed.
"It"s okay, I"m decent," I told him.
"Eh?"
"You can open your eyes."
"Oh, I forgot." He blinked benignly. "I see more with them shut, you know."
No, I didn"t. I flared my lip whiskers and wondered if he"d cracked under pressure. "Are you Overduke Anton?"
"I used to be."
Fair enough, considering what he"d been through, being body-napped and all. He gave me a thorough study as I finished dressing. Most people do the curious stare routine and ask questions. Not this dude.
"I had a vision about you," he said, as though commenting about the weather. "Lord Cadmus was in it.
And Lord Botello. You wouldn"t happen to know where either of them might be, do you?"
"Left Cadmus in the Blue Room at Darmo House. Don"t know about Botello. Your girlfriend"s lookingfor you."
His face eased into a relieved smile. "Velma"s all right?"
"Last I saw, she was." Gawd knows what had happened since. "We were trying to find you. They sent me to h.e.l.l, but my astral thread got cut, so I"m kind of dead . . . is this making any sense to you?"
"Oh, bags of it, my dear fellow. I should inform you that you"re not dead, just bodily displaced."
"I"m. Not. Dead?"
"You"re disappointed?"
"Well, I was just getting used to the idea."
"You may have to again if we can"t take ourselves back to the Reality plane. If you stay here too much longer death could become a permanent condition for you."
b.u.mmer. I"d have to find a way home. Quick. "Can you get me back?"
"I don"t know."
Double b.u.mmer. "What about the h.e.l.l-river? Any way you can fix that mess? I got a friend who really needs you to do that for him."
"As a matter of fact, I"ve an idea to try, but we must locate Cadmus and Botello."
"They"re in the Reality plane."
He closed his eyes a moment. "No, they aren"t. Not any more."