I stood still and let her run past me. As theMagon followed-ignoring me completely in its mania to get Jodi-I swung the iron at one of its legs hard enough to break it. There was no heating; Jodi"s trick had ended that problem. The monstrous centipedal creature skidded to a halt and whipped around, screaming at me-and that"s when I pitched the ball in my other hand down its throat.
For a moment only I saw it, sparkling silvery in the LED light with its duct-taped surface. Then I flung myself flat behind a low, domelike stalact.i.te.
The blast deafened me and shattered helict.i.tes sixty feet away. When I rose up, I could see that the Magon was writhing on the floor, headless and dying. All Jodi and I had to do was dance like madmen to stay out of the way of the rocky coils until they juddered slowly into stillness. Two pounds of C-4 makes for a h.e.l.l of a case of indigestion.
Rokhaset and the other Nomes moved forward slowly. Even though they didn"t have expressions, everything about the way they moved shouted out their incredulity. "Clinton Slade, Jodi Goldman . . . you have defeated aMagon . I did not think it possible."
"Nishtkefelecht, it"s nothing. Without you singing backup, my main performance would"ve bombed. We did it together."
"Perhaps, perhaps. Still, such a thing has not been done in my memory."
"Enough time to congratulate later. Let"s finish this job and get out of here before they come back to check on us."
As we turned towards the door, a quiver ran through the floor. Then another, stronger shake that jangled the remaining helict.i.tes.
"Jh"amos!They know we have won out here. They seek to complete the ritual now, though it will be slightly weakened!"
"Oh, no they don"t!"
Into the room we ran. There were some guards now, running to stop us in these last desperate minutes, but this time I had the pistol out and was shooting. It probably wouldn"t kill them, but the impact of the slugs startled them, knocked them off balance, broke armor where it hit. I ran past, kicking over a tall stone with an intricate crystal atop it, and then I saw him-like Rokhaset, bigger than his subjects, surrounded by crystalline structures, mumbling incomprehensible sounds. His personal guard swung at me, but I bowled him over and grabbed theLisharithada ruler, swinging him right up against the wall.
"Rokhaset!" I shouted. "Tell "em to cut it out right now, or I"m about to break their king in half!"
Rokhaset and theLisharithada exchanged hurried words. "They say it is all over for them in any case, now that you monsters have found them. They might as well take us all with them."
"It"s all over! Tell "em, Rokhaset-we only got here because you showed us, and we ain"t told anyone else!"
A shattering sound told me Jodi was finishing off the crystals. TheLisharithada king struggled desperately in my grip; then, as the sound of crashing crystal faded, went limp.
"It would seem, Clinton Slade, that he has recognized a losing position, now that Jodi Goldman has destroyed the channeling crystals."
I dropped the king. "Okay. So they can"t do the earthquake now?"
"No, Clint. It will be a long time before they can regrow such a ma.s.s of channeling crystals and even attempt such a ritual again."
"Good. Let"s go get your stuff, Jodi, and go home."
TheLisharithada king suddenly whirled around, yanking a long staff of stone capped with a green-glowing gem from its hiding place in the depression from which I"d yanked him. I threw up my hands instinctively, but the gem hit me like a wrecking ball combined with a cattle prod. Concussion and seething energy catapulted me backwards, twitching.
The room erupted in renewed combat as the king directed his next attack, a sickly emerald bolt of energy, straight at Jodi. She tried to block it with her steel rod and had no more success than I had.
Seeing her collapse, I tried desperately to get up, but my legs and arms wouldn"t move.
Rokhaset roared something I couldn"t make out, and there was a confused exchange of lightnings, red and green clashing as though the rainbow was having an internal debate. A glittering, three-crested head loomed above me, then fell as Rokhaset"s own scepter came down on it.
Everything was dim, silent. I wondered why it was growing so dark, realized that I must be losing consciousness.
"Clinton Slade! Can you hear me?"
I made a supreme effort, managed to force out the word, "Yes."
"It is over. Their ruler is dead, they will have to select a new one, and we can escape."
"Guess . . . over for us . . . too."
"No, Clinton Slade. We shall bring you home."
I felt strong, slender rods of stone . . . Nome arms . . . slide under me. "Jodi . . ."
"We have her too. Save your strength."
I tried to tell him that I wasn"t lying down here while Jodi might be hurt, but my lips wouldn"t move. The light faded, and then everything was dark and I fell away into nothingness.
15. Some Slight Side-Effects.
Consciousness returned in fits and starts. I vaguely remembered shouting Nomish voices, and a feeling of sudden comfort overwhelming me as we enteredNowemosdet again. Darkness giving way to light and Mamma crying. Being forced to drink something that stank like rotten eggs and tasted . . . well, it was a good thing I couldn"t fight it then or someone woulda gotten hurt.
I opened my eyes. It was dim in the room. Shades were pulled over the windows. I tried to get up, but just getting to a sitting position took the wind out of me. "h.e.l.lo?" I called.
The door flew open and Mamma ran in. "Clint? Oh, thank the Lord, Clint, you"re awake! How do you feel, boy?"
"Like I"ve been pulled through a knothole and wrung out. And like I could eat a bear whole, without salt."
Tears glinted in her eyes. "Well, I"m sure we can find something to eat for you! Just stay there and take it easy and I"ll be right back!"
"Jodi, Mamma! What about Jodi?"
Mamma hesitated. "She hasn"t woken up yet, Clint, but now that you"ve come back to us I"m sure she"ll be up and about in no time."
"But she"s alive?" I felt a huge weight lift off my chest.
"She is indeed alive, Clinton Slade." Rokhaset entered the room. "Did I not give my word that we would get you home and that we had Jodi as well?"
"Yeah, and I didn"t doubt you meant it . . . but sometimes the world can make liars of the best of us."
Mamma, seeing that I had someone to talk to, headed on out, presumably to round up some food.
It suddenly dawned on me that I was not wearing any transducers. I glanced around and saw speakers on the bedside table. Obviously someone had decided to distribute the ability to talk to the Nome King around the house. Probably Adam, I guessed.
"She is recovering, I a.s.sure you. Though it was indeed a near thing for you both. It took the medicine of both worlds to bring you back from the edge of death."
"So you were the one making me drink that stuff."
"You needed theNowe H"wadalo , the True Fire of Her spirit, and the elixir gave it to you.
Mishtarkistekh" orametanerala intended for both Jodi Goldman and yourself to never return from the paths below the Earth, and tried to extinguish the fire of life within you. Had you been of our people, you would have died on the spot; had you been ordinaryTennathada , I doubt it would have affected you any more than an ordinary blow. But by being brought closer toNowe by theH"adamant elixir, you were in a unique state and his attempt to destroy you neither entirely failed nor entirely succeeded."
"Dang. Slades don"t usually do anything halfway. Well, better half dead than all dead, that"s what I say."
"That would be my a.s.sessment as well."
"So . . . no big quakes then?"
Rokhaset nodded slowly. "For now, no. Yet it is true that theLisharithada shall recover in time, and the Earth still builds its tensions which will need careful release if they are not to harness its strength for destruction. But that will be a problem for a later day. Your deeds this time have struck fear and confusion into them, and there is no need to worry; I shall know when they begin to think of the great rituals again."
Mamma came in with a tray piled with everything from soup to drumsticks. "Now that"s enough jawing, Rokhaset. Let my boy eat."
I ate, as directed; by the time I was done, my eyelids were sagging again. I don"t really remember putting the tray down.
When I woke again, it was nighttime, the moon shining through the slits in the window and lighting the room up so it looked almost like daylight. I tried to move and found I could get up, though I felt like Grandpa on a bad day. I tottered across the room and almost fell over Evangeline, who steadied me.
"Careful, Clint. Nice to see you up, though. You wanna see Jodi, I bet."
"You"d win that bet."
"Well, c"mon. Mamma would probably try to keep you in bed, but that wouldn"t be fair."
Evangeline led me down the hall-which seemed "round about five times longer than usual-and opened the door to Jodi"s room.
Jodi"s eyes were open, and I felt tears suddenly well up in my own. I staggered to her bed and hugged her tight. "Jesus, Jodi, I thought we were dead."
"You weren"t the only one, boychik. That nasty green light laid me right out."
We sat there for a few moments, just holding each other and absorbing the fact that we were still alive.
"Hey. It just hit me. We saved the world."
"Oy, don"t go exaggerating. Just part of the country. Not even the most important part. Manhattan wouldn"t have been touched."
I laughed. "Okay, yeah, but . . . in a way, it might not be exaggerating. A big enough disaster to the USA . . . I"m sure the rest of the world economy wouldn"t like it either."
"They"d get by. Hey, are you saying it"s not enough?"
"Heck no. It"s just a lot more impressive to say "I saved the world" than "I saved Kentucky, Tennessee, Missouri, southern Illinois, and chunks here and there of a few other states in the area." "
Jodi thought about it. "Especially where I come from. Most New Yorkers think Kentucky and Tennessee-forget Missouri-are just suburbs of Hoboken."
Over the next few days, Jodi and I got better. Finally we felt like ourselves again and Mamma threw a heck of a party, which Rokhaset attended, wearing his sungla.s.ses and bringing two of his court along- TordamilatakituranavasaikoandMesh"atarasamthimajistolath , whose names were promptly shortened in ourTennathada way to Tordamil and Meshatar.
The new arrivals were the first of their people given a connection to the expandedmakatdireskovi so as to be able to talk with us. It was nice to hear new voices; Meshatar sounded like Lauren Bacall, which certainly helped us remember she was female, as there weren"t any clear visible indications of s.e.x among the Nomes. Tordamil had evidently selected Richard Dean Anderson as his voice model, making it occasionally sound as though MacGyver had come to dinner.
The Nomes brought their own food with them, to the family"s great interest. Though Mamma realized that makingNowethada dinners would probably be impossible for any of us, she still ended up talking to Tordamil after dinner, trying to understand just what it was that the Nomes did when they "cooked." As Tordamil turned out to be Rokhaset"s headsirakster H"ista , which apparently meant something between "master chef" and "head shaman or alchemist," he was definitely the one to ask about these things. He was just as interested in our methods of cooking-or at least convincingly faked an interest in it-so the two were kept happily occupied for a long time.
We went out to look around the grounds with Rokhaset after dinner.
"Man, it"s nice to be outside again."
"I like caves, but after that long trek, okay, yeah, I"m glad to be aboveground again too."
"I will admit, Clinton Slade, that there are enjoyable aspects toTennatu . You will forgive me, I trust, if I still preferNowetu ."
"Wouldn"t expect anything else, Rokhaset. A man should always love his home best, no matter what sights there are to see elsewhere." I glanced at him. "Speakin" of sights, I thought you people were d.a.m.n near blind here in the Hollow?"
"We are indeedmatturan to some extent whenever we are here, Clinton Slade. But other senses can be used to appreciate the world; and it is, I think, not entirely a bad thing for myself and my people to accustom themselves to this, in case they must deal with your people."
"Can"t hurt to be ready to deal with it, I guess. But we ain"t planning to spread the word about your people around."
Rokhaset nodded emphatically. "As individuals your people have proven to be, as you would say, decent folk. I am however very much afraid that were your country as a whole to become aware of us-and especially of theLisharithada -that it would become a matter for politicians of your sort . . . and eventually for warriors, once they realized what theLisharithada were capable of."
"Oy, no doubt about that one, Rokhaset. They"d be dragging half of you to the labs and declaring war on the other half. Clint may be a backwoods boy, but he"s pretty enlightened. There"s plenty of other people that"d be perfectly willing to ignore the fact you can talk and just call you monsters."
I didn"t want to get off discussing the flaws of the entire human race which Rokhaset, having derived his understanding of us from forty years of TV, was undoubtedly all too aware of. "Besides," I said, "it"d be just plumb stupid of us. The Slades have got some tradin" to do with your people, right?"
We had gotten past the edge of the Hollow now, and Rokhaset was moving a bit more easily. "That is a matter I have been discussing with your family during your convalescence, Clinton Slade. While the initial problem was certainly caused by your blind thievery, even the most reactionary of my people-and make no mistake about it, Jodi Goldman, theNowethada are just as capable of anger, deliberate prejudice, and judgmental behavior as your own-as I say, even the most reactionary of my people must admit that the two of you risked everything-your lives, your freedom, and your souls-to atone for the involuntary wrongdoings of Winston Slade and his descendants.
"We are, accordingly, quite interested in establishing a peaceful trade between the Slade clan and our own. Yet we still find ourselves at the same impa.s.se that we encountered when first we spoke of this problem."
"What d"you . . . oh, yeah."
"You grasp the issue, Clinton Slade. We have no need for the devices your people manufacture, at least not in any significant quant.i.ty, and many of your machines would have to be specifically redesigned to make them worth our while. So the only reasonable trading goods we have are crystals-we supply you with diamonds, as we can, and you bring us gemstones and other crystals which cannot be found in this part of the world. Yet your people are as blind in this area as we are in what you call the visible spectrum. You cannot tell whether a crystal ishevrat with life, or is as dead"-he gestured at the brilliantly-sparkling diamond on Jodi"s finger-"as that. And clearly you cannot afford to purchase many rough stones, hoping they will be worthwhile, and have them rejected-at least not often."
"Well . . . depends. If your people can shape stones like I"ve seen, you ought to be able to cut gems to order. That"d raise the value of the reject gems an" we could still recoup."
"Sure he could, Clint," Jodi said, with the air of a teacher explaining something to a really slow student, "but to make it worth his people"s while we"d have to, well, make it worth their while . . ."
"D"oh!" I smacked my forehead. "Okay, yeah, that was dumb."
"Alas, Clinton Slade, mine are a busy people indeed and truly we cannot perform much labor for you unless we can establish equitable exchange. I do, however, have one thing to give you."
"Oh?"
He withdrew from the woven-crystal pouch at his side what looked like two medallions suspended from strings made of the same material as his pouch. "As, I suspect, nearly all people, theNowethada recognize and honor bravery, willingness to aid others, strength in battle, and so on. It took considerable courage for the two of you to come to us, into our stronghold, and hope to make peace-perhaps, if I read your personalities aright, more than it took to face theLisharithada and theMagon ."
"Well, I don"t rightly know about that. Even walking into your throne room wasn"t as scary as fighting a stone monster the size of a house. But still, we appreciate the kind words."
"To recognize you for bringing our people together, and standing with us against a common foe, I have had fashioned these amulets. They have little mystical significance to one such as yourself, but similar devices mean a great deal to my people, and I know that you award similar, um, medals, to courageous members of your own species. So take these, at least, as . . . what is the phrase? Ah, yes, as a token of our esteem and grat.i.tude for bringing our sundered peoples together. May we one day find a way to bring peace to theLisharithada as well."
"I"m all for that, though I admit to not bein" overly hopeful." We each stooped low to let Rokhaset, who once more had clearly watched the similar rituals on movies and TV shows, put the medallions around our necks. Straightening up, we then got a chance to look at them.
"Oooy!" Jodi breathed. "Rokhaset, these are just beautiful!"