Masters of Fantasy

Chapter 38

gla.s.s. She made the palace windows gleam like a thousand rainbows every sunrise."

Cashel touched his tongue to his lower lip. His staff was slantways before him, not so much a threat as a barrier between him and the silent Giglia. "Why doesn"t she move?" he asked.

"Because she"s dead, Cashel," Mona said. "She grew old and died; as things should do. Without death

there can be no renewal."

She reached toward the dead woman; their faces were as like as those of twins. When her fingers touched the other"s cheek, Giglia disintegrated into dust motes. Her right arm fell to the floor intact, then erupted as a geyser of fine dust swirling in the air.

There was a dry, sweetish smell. Cashel threw his arm over his nose to breathe through the waterlogged sleeve of his tunic, though he didn"t suppose it mattered. "Mona?" he said. "How can we get out of here?

Back to the palace, I mean? Or somewhere!"

Instead of answering, the girl walked toward the door on the other side of the central room. Her feet

stirred Giglia"s remains into umber whorls. Grimacing, Cashel followed.

The room beyond was darker than the others. Against the far wall was a throne inexpertly hacked out of stone; on it sat a statue as brutal and primitive as the throne itself. It was male, but it had tusks and a crude ape"s face. In its right hand was a stone club the length of Cashel"s arm.

"Is this a chapel?" Cashel said. "Is that the G.o.d they worship here?"

The tower shuddered. Cashel heard the sharp crack/crack/crack of stone breaking. The statue trembled side to side on its throne.Cashel turned; the outer door had slammed behind them, but maybe he could smash it open again.

"Earthquake!" he cried. "We"ve got to get out!"

"It"s not an earthquake," Mona said impa.s.sively; she didn"t move. "And we can"t get out while this remains. The dwelling must have a master to exist, so it"s created a master in its own image."

The statue stood up. It looked even bigger standing than it"d seemed while seated; Cashel didn"t think he

could reach to the top of its head flat-footed. Not that he was likely to need to do that.

It started forward, raising its club. "Mona, get out of the way!" Cashel said in a growl.

He lifted the quarterstaff before him and began backing toward the door to the central room. The light

was better there, and there was more s.p.a.ce besides. He and his staff covered a lot of territory when the

fight started.

Rock groaned against itself. The statue"s face shifted as its mouth moved. "I will destroy you . . . ," the stone said in a rumble almost too low for human ears.

Cashel knew where the doorway was behind him. He feinted at the statue"s head, then stepped back quickly and surely. He kept his staff vertical to clear the narrow opening. Mona was somewhere nearby, a presence without form because all Cashel"s attention was on the statue. He hoped the girl"d stay clear, but he couldn"t worry about that right now.

The statue clumped through the doorway after him, barely clearing the jambs. It looked even uglier than it had in the relative shadow of the farther room. "You cannot escape me . . . ," it grated in a voice of emotionless menace.

Cashel spun his staff in a short sun-wise arc, crashing his left ferrule into the lumpish fist which gripped the stone club. There was a crack and flash of blue wizardlight; the creature growled like an approaching

avalanche.

Cashel wasn"t looking for escape. He"d come to fight.

The statue rushed him, swinging the stone club in an overhead blow. Cashel rammed his staff forward

like a spear. The blunt b.u.t.t-cap slammed into the thing"s throat with another blue flash.

The creature"s head jerked back. The mighty arc of its club touched nothing but air till it smashed inself on the floor, cratering the alabaster. The grip flew out of the stone hand.

Cashel backed, gasping in deep breaths. He"d struck swiftly and as hard as he could, and the quivers of

wizardlight meant he was using more than the strength of his great muscles. He was uncomfortable about that other business-he was a shepherd, not a wizard-but when he was facing a creature like this he was glad of any help he could get.

The thing held its hands up in front of its face. Its fingers were thin scorings in stone mitts; only the thumbs were separate. Its blunt features were those of a b.e.s.t.i.a.l doll a child had molded from clay.

The creature"s mouth opened. It screamed like millstones rubbing.

"Watch-" Mona cried, but Cashel didn"t need to be told what to do in a fight. The creature leaped toward him like a missile from a huge catapult. Cashel stepped back and sideways, thrusting his quarterstaff low. He slipped the thick hickory pole between the stone ankles; it flexed but held. The creature plunged headfirst into the wall with a crash that rocked the tower.

The alabaster fractured in scalloped flakes, leaving a crater at the point of impact. The creature dropped

flat on the floor. It braced its stone arms beneath it, starting to rise.Cashel, holding the staff like a battering ram, struck the back of its head, bouncing it into the wall again. Light as blue as the heart of a sapphire flared at the double crack! of iron on stone and stone on stone.

Cashel stepped back, bending slightly and sucking air through his open mouth. The creature"s arms moved feebly, like an infant trying to swim. The ferrule Cashel had just struck with glowed orange, cooling to dull red. He switched ends, then brought the staff back with both arms.

The creature got its hands under it and lifted its head slightly. Cashel lunged forward, driving the staff down with the whole weight of his body. The b.u.t.t hammered the creature at the same point as before.

The statue"s head exploded in a flash and thunderclap. The ma.s.sive body began to crumble the way a sand castle dissolves in the surf.

Cashel felt himself wavering. He planted the quarterstaff against the floor and used it to brace him as he

let himself kneel. His breath was a rasping thunder, and his blood hammered in his ears.

The only part of the creature still remaining was the outstretched right arm. When it suddenly collapsed to a spill of sand, Cashel caught a brief reminder of the dry, sweet odor in which Giglia had vanished.

Then nothing remained but air harsh with the faint brimstone reek of nearby lightning.

* * * Cashel stayed like that for-well, for a time. He figured he could move if he had to, but since he didn"t he was just going to rest till he felt like doing something else.

Though he"d kept his eyes open, he didn"t have much awareness of his surroundings. There wasn"t a lot to see, after all; just the trail of coa.r.s.e grit that"d been a statue there on the floor in front of him. It looked like what he"d seen on the hills he"d climbed to reach the tower. . . .

"Are you ready to go home, Cashel?" Mona said.

Cashel"s world clicked back into hard focus again. He turned his head and smiled at the girl, feeling a

little embarra.s.sed. How long had she been standing there, waiting for him to come to himself?

"I"m all right," he said, wondering how true that was. He stood, lifting himself partly by the strength of

his arms on the quarterstaff. He swayed a little, but no worse than you always did when you"d been bent over and got up suddenly.

He grinned wider and said, "I"m fine," meaning it this time. "But how do we get back home, Mona?"

As Cashel spoke, he took a closer look at the walls. His eyes narrowed. "Mona?" he said. "Things don"t

look right. The stone looks thin. It wasn"t like that before."

"This world is decaying," the girl said, "and not before time. We have to get you out of here, though.

Come."

She stepped through the doorway to the room where the statue had waited; the gold key was out in her

hand again. Cashel followed, as he"d been doing ever since he met the girl-except when there was the

fighting.He grinned again. That was all right. Mona was better at leading than Cashel ever wanted to be, and she"d kept out of the way when he went to work.

Mona looked back at him. "I"m sorry I had to trick you," she said. "Your help was very important."

Cashel shrugged. "You didn"t have to trick me, Mona," he said. "You could just have asked. But that"s all right."

The throne had fallen into a pile of sand and pebbles like the thing that"d sat on it. On the wall behind

was another door. Mona stuck the key into the door-there hadn"t been a keyhole that Cashel could see, but he was sure about what she"d just done-and pulled the panel open.

"Go on through, Cashel," she said, smiling like the sun rising. "Thank you. We all thank you."

Cashel hesitated. "You"re coming too, aren"t you, Mona?" he said. Light and color without shape swirled in the door opening.

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