"But he does need a challenge," said the Saint. "He needs to put that mind of his to good use. He needs work."
"d.a.m.ned right he does," said the Master of the Mountain. He considered the board again. "Rolling up his sleeves. Laboring with his hands. Building up a callus or two."
"Something that will make him employ his considerable talent," said the Saint.
There was a thoughtful silence. Their eyes met over the board. They smiled. Under the vaulted dome, all the birds took flight and circled in patterns, white wings and black.
"I"d better catch him early, or he"ll be down the mountain again before c.o.c.kcrow," said the Master of the Mountain. "To bed, madam?"
Lord Ermenwyr rose sprightly by candlelight, congratulating himself on . the self-reliance learned in Deliantiba: for now he could dress himself without a valet. Having donned apparel suitable for travel, he went to his door to rouse the bearers, that they might shoulder his new-laden trunks down the gorge to the red road far below.
Upon opening the door, he said: "Sergeant, kindly fetch-Ack!"
"Good morning, my son," said the Master of the Mountain. "So eager for saber drill?
Commendable."
"Thank you," said Lord Ermenwyr. "Actually, I thought I"d just get in some practice lifting weights, first."
"Not this morning," said his father. "I have a job for you, boy. Walk with me."
Gritting his teeth, Lord Ermenwyr walked beside his father, obliged to take two steps for every one the Master of the Mountain took. He was panting by the time they emerged on a high rampart, under faint stars, where the wall"s guard were putting out the watch-fires of the night.
"Look down there, son," said the Master of the Mountain, pointing to three acres" s.p.a.ce of waste and shattered rock, hard against the house wall.
"Goodness, is that a bit of snow still lying in the crevices?" said Lord Ermenwyr, watching his breath settle in powdered frost. "So late in the year, too. What unseasonably chilly weather we"ve had, don"t you think?"
"Do you recognize the windows?" asked his father, and Lord Ermenwyr squinted down at the arrowslits far below. "You ought to."
"Oh! Is that the nursery, behind that wall?" Lord Ermenwyr said. "Well, what do you know? I was there only yesterday Visiting my b.a.s.t.a.r.ds, as a matter of fact. My, my, doesn"t it look small from up here?"
"Yes," said the Master of the Mountain. "It does. You must have noticed how crowded it is, these days. Balnshik is of the opinion, and your mother and I concur with her, that the children need more room. A place to play when the weather is fine, perhaps. This would prevent them from growing up into stunted, pasty-faced little creatures with no stamina."
"What a splendid idea," said Lord Ermenwyr, smiling with all his sharp teeth. "Go to it, old man!
Knock out a few walls and expand the place. Perhaps Eyrdway would be willing to give up a few rooms of his suite, eh?"
"No," said the Master of the Mountain placidly. "Balnshik wants an outdoor play area. A garden, just there under the windows. With lawns and a water feature, perhaps."
He leaned on the battlement and watched emotions conflict in his son"s face. Lord Ermenwyr"s eyes protruded slightly as the point of the conversation became evident to him, and he tugged at his beard, stammering: "No, no, she can"t be serious! What about household security? What about your enemies? Can"t put the little ones" lives in danger, after all. Mustn"t have them out where they might be carried off by, er, eagles or efrits, can we? Nursie means well, of course, but-"
"It"s an interesting problem," said the Master of the Mountain. "I"m sure you"ll think of a solution.
You"re such a clever fellow, after all."
"But-!"
"Krasp has been instructed to let you have all the tools and materials you need," said the Master of the Mountain. "I do hope you"ll have it finished before high summer. Little Druvendyl"s rash might clear up if he were able to sunbathe."
"Who the h.e.l.l is Druvendyl?" cried Lord Ermenwyr.
"Your infant son," the Master of the Mountain informed him. "I expect full-color renderings in my study within three days, boy. Don"t dawdle."
Bright day without, but within Lord Ermenwyr"s parlor it might have been midnight, so close had he drawn his drapes. He paced awhile in deep thought, glancing now and then at three flat stones he had set out on his hearth-rug. On one, a fistful of earth was mounded; on another, a small heap of coals glowed and faded. The third stone held a little water in a shallow depression. To one side he had placed a table and chair.
Having worked up his nerve as far as was possible, he went at last to a chest at the foot of his bed and rummaged there. He drew out a long silver shape that winked in the light from the few coals. It was a flute. He seated himself in the chair and, raising the flute to his lips, began to play softly.
Summoning music floated forth, cajoling, enticing, music to catch the attention. The melody rose a little and was imperious, beckoned impatiently, wheedled and just hinted at threatening; then was coy, beseeched from a distance.
Lord Ermenwyr played with his eyes closed at first, putting his very soul into the music. When he heard a faint commotion from his hearth, though, he opened one eye and peered along the silver barrel as he played.
A flame had risen from the coals. Brightly it lit the other two stones, so he had a clear view of the water, which was bubbling upward as from a concealed fountain, and of the earth, which was mounding up too, for all the world like a molehill.
Lord Ermenwyr smiled in his heart and played on, and if the melody had promised before, it gave open-handed now; it was all delight, all ravishment. The water leaped higher, clouding, and the flame rose and spread out, dimming, and the earth bulged in its mound and began to lump into shape, as though under the hand of a sculptor.
A little more music, calling like birds in the forest, brightening like the sun rising over a plain, galloping like the herds there in the morning! And now the flame had a.s.sumed substance, and the water had firmed beside it. Now it appeared that three naked children sat on Lord Ermenwyr"s hearth, their arms clasped about their drawn-up knees, their mouths slightly open as they watched him play. They were, all three, the phantom color of clouds, a shifting gla.s.sy hue suggesting rainbows. But about the shoulders of the little girl ran rills of bright flame, and one boy"s hair swirled silver, and the other boy had perhaps less of the soap bubble about him, and more of wet clay.
Lord Ermenwyr raised his mouth from the pipe, grinned craftily at his guests, and set the pipe aside.
"No!" said the girl. "You must keep playing."
"Oh, but I"m tired, my dears," said Lord Ermenwyr. "I"m all out of breath."
"You have to play," the silvery-boy insisted. "Play right now!"
But Lord Ermenwyr folded his arms. The children got to their feet, anger in their little faces, and they grew up before his eves. The boys" chests deepened, their limbs lengthened, they overtopped the girl; but she became a woman shapely as any he"d ever beheld, with flames writhing from her brow.
"Play, or we"ll kill you," said the three. "Burn you. Drown you. Bury you.
"Oh, no, that won"t do," said Lord Ermenwyr. "Look here, shall we play a game? If I lose, I"ll play for you again. If I win, you"ll do as I bid you. What do you say to that?"
The three exchanged uncertain glances.
"We will play," they said. "But one at a time."
"Ah, now, is that fair?" cried Lord Ermenwyr. "When that gives you three chances to win against my one? I see you"re too clever for me. So be it." He picked up the little table and set it before him. Opening a drawer, he brought out three cards.
"See here? Three portraits. Look closely: this handsome fellow is clearly me. This blackavised brigand is my father. And this lovely lady-" he held the card up before their eyes, "is my own saintly mother. Think you"d recognize her again? Of course you would. Now, we"ll turn the cards face down.
Can I find the lady? Of course I can; turn her up and here she is. That"s no game at all! But if you find the lady, you"ll win. So, who"ll go first? Who"ll find the lady?"
He took up the cards and looked at his guests expectantly. They nudged one another, and finally the earthborn said: "I will."
"Good for you!" Lord Ermenwyr said. "Watch, now, as I shuffle." He looked into the earthborn"s face. "You"re searching for the lady, understand?"
"Yes," said the earthborn, meeting his look of inquiry "I understand."
"Good! So, here she is, and now here, and now here, and now-where?" Lord Ermenwyr fanned out his empty hands above the cards, in a gesture inviting choice.
Certain he knew where the lady was, the earthborn turned a card over.
"Whoops! Not the lady, is it? So sorry, friend. Who"s for another try? Just three cards! It ought to be easy" sang Lord Ermenwyr, shuffling them again. The earthborn scowled in astonishment, as the others laughed gaily, and the waterborn stepped up to the table. * * * Stop complaining," said Lord Ermenwyr, dipping his pen in ink. "You lost fairly, didn"t you?"
"We never had a chance," said the earthborn bitterly. "That big man on the card, the one that"s bigger than you He"s the Soul of the Black Rock, isn"t he?"
"I believe he"s known by that t.i.tle in certain circles, yes," said Lord Ermenwyr, sketching in a pergola leading to a reflecting pool. "Mostly circles chalked on black marble floors."
"He"s supposed to be a good master," said the waterborn. "How did he have a son like you?"
"You"ll find me a good master, poppets," said Lord Ermenwyr. "I"ll free you when you"ve done my will, and you"ve my word as my father"s son on that. You"re far too expensive to keep for long," he added, with a severe look at the fireborn, who was boredly nibbling on a footstool.
"I hunger," she complained.
"Not long to wait now," Lord Ermenwyr promised. "No more than an hour to go before the setting of the moon. And look at the pretty picture I"ve made!" He held up his drawing. The three regarded it, and their glum faces brightened.
When the moon was well down, he led them out, and they followed gladly when they saw that he carried his silver flute.
The guards challenged him on the high rampart, but once they recognized him they bent in low obeisance. "Little master," they growled, and he tapped each lightly on the helmet with his flute, and each grim giant nodded its head between its boots and slept.
"Down there," he said, pointing through the starlight, and the three that served him looked down on that stony desolation and wondered. All doubt fled, though, when he set the flute to his lips once more.
AW they knew what to do! And gleeful they sprang to their work, dancing under the wide starry heaven, and the cold void warmed and quickened under their feet, and the leaping silver music carried them along. Earth and Fire and Water played, and united in interesting ways.
Lord Ermenwyr was secure in bed, burrowed down under blankets and snoring, by the time bright morning lit the black mountain. But he did not need to see the first rays of the sun glitter on the great arched vault below the wall, where each gla.s.s pane was still hot from the fire that had pa.s.sionately shaped it, and the iron frame too cooled slowly.
Nor did he need to see the warm sleepy earth under the vault, lying smooth in paths and emerald lawns, or the great trees that had rooted in it with magical speed. Neither did he need to hear the fountain bubbling languidly. He knew, already, what the children would find when they straggled from the dormitory Like a file of little ghosts in their white nightgowns.
He knew they would rub their eyes and run out through the new doorway, heedless of Balnshik"s orders to remain, and knew they"d rush to pull down fruit from the pergola, and spit seeds at the red fish in the green lily-pool, or climb boldly to the backs of the stone wyverns, or run on the soft gra.s.s, or vie to see how hard they could bounce b.a.l.l.s against the gla.s.s without breaking it. Had he not planned all this, to the last detail?
The Master of the Mountain and the Saint of the World came to see, when the uneasy servants roused them before breakfast.
"Too clever by half," said the Master of the Mountain, raising his eyes to the high vault, where the squares of bubbled and sea-clear gla.s.s let in an underwater sort of light. "Impenetrable. Designed to break up perception and confuse. And... what"s he done to the time? Do you feel that?"
"It"s slowed," said the Saint of the World. "Within this garden, it will always be a moment or so in the past. As inviolate as memory, my lord."
"Nice to know he paid attention to his lessons," said the Master of the Mountain, narrowing his eves.
Two little boys ran past him at knee level, screaming like whistles for no good reason, and one child tripped over a little girl who was sprawled on the gra.s.s pretending to be a mermaid.
"You see what he can do when he applies himself?" said the Saint, lifting the howling boy and soothing him.
"He still cheated," said the Master of the Mountain.
It was well after noon when Lord Ermenwyr consented to rise and grace the house with his conscious presence, and by then all the servants knew. He nodded to them as he strolled the black halls, happily aware that his personal legend had just enlarged. Now, when they gathered in the servant"s halls around the balefires, and served out well-earned kraters of black wine at the end of a long day, now they would have something more edifying over which to exclaim than the number of childhood diseases he had narrowly survived or his current paternity suit.
"By the Blue Pit of Hasrahkhin, it was a miracle! A whole garden, trees and all, in the worst place imaginable to put one, and it had to be secret and secure-and the boy did it in just one night!" That was what they"d say, surely.
So it was with a spring in his step that nearly overbalanced him on his five-inch heels that the lordling came to his father"s accounting chamber, and rapped briskly for admission.
The doorman ushered him in to his father"s presence with deeper than usual obeisances, or so he fancied. The Master of the Mountain glanced up from the scroll he studied, and nodded at Lord Ermenwyr.
"Yes, my son?"
"I suppose you"ve visited the nursery this morning?" Lord Ermenwyr threw himself into a chair, excruciatingly casual in manner.
"I have, as a matter of fact," replied his lord father. "I"m impressed, boy. Your mother and I are proud of you"
"Thank you." Lord Ermenwyr drew out his long smoking-tube and ht it with a positive jet of flame.
He inhaled deeply, exhaled a cloud that writhed about his head, and fixed bright eyes upon the Master of the Mountain. "Would this be an auspicious time to discuss increasing an allowance, o my most justly feared sire?"
"It would not," said the Master of the Mountain. "b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l, boy! A genius like you ought to be able to come up with his own pocket money."
Lord Ermenwyr stalked the black halls, brooding on the unfairness of life in general and fathers in especial.
"Clever enough to come up with my own pocket money, am I?" he fumed. "I"ll show him."
He paused on a terrace and looked out again in the direction of the cities on the plain, and sighed with longing. The back of his neck p.r.i.c.kled, just as he heard the soft footfall behind him. He whirled around and kicked, hard, but his boot sank into something that squelched. Looking up into the yawning, dripping maw of a horror out of legend, he snarled and said: "Stop it, you moron! Slug-Hoggoth hasn"t scared me since I was six."
"It has too," said a voice, plaintive in its disappointment. "Remember when you were twelve, and I hid behind the door of your bedroom? You screamed and screamed."
"No, I didn"t," said Lord Ermenwyr, extricating his boot.
"Yes, you did, you screamed just like a girl," gloated the creature. "Eeeek!"
"Shut up."
"Make me, midget." The creature"s outline blurred and shimmered; dwindled and firmed, resolving into a young man.
He was head and shoulders taller than Lord Ermenwyr, slender and beautiful as a beardless G.o.d, and stark naked except for a great deal of gold and silver jewelry That having been said, there was an undeniable resemblance between the two men.
"Idiot," muttered Lord Ermenwyr.
"But prettier than you," said the other, throwing out his arms. "Gorgeous, aren"t I? What do you think of my new pectoral? Thirty black pearls! And the bracelets match, look!"
Lord Ermenwyr considered his brother"s jewelry with a thoughtful expression. "Superb," he admitted.
"You robbed a caravan, I suppose. How are you, Eyrdway?"