On A Pale Horse

Chapter 7

The Magician stared at the floor for a moment as if considering. "I want what every halfway decent man wants: the belief that his life has in some small or devious fashion benefited the cosmos. My use of black magic has so weighted my soul that my daughter had to a.s.sume a share of my evil in order to put me in technical balance. Now she, too, is in peril. But she should have time to redeem herself, if our ploy is successful."

"She can take some of your evil?" Zane asked, surprised. "I thought every soul had to be judged on its own merits."

"It does, ordinarily. But sophisticated magic can alter cases, and this case has been altered. At the moment, both of us are in balance."

Zane looked at Luna again. Her face was unlined and innocent. He was relieved to know that the evil in her soul was not truly hers; she was basically a good girl. He was well aware that physical beauty bore no certain relation to the condition of a person"s soul, but he still felt more at ease when the two matched.

Now the girl leaned over her father. "It is time. Father," she said. "I"ll never know your equal." She kissed him. Then she straightened up and faced Zane. "Death, bring thy sting," she said, and turned away.



Zane started his countdown timer again. He walked up to the Magician, who had abruptly settled into the final seizure, and drew out his soul. Quickly he folded it and put it away.

Still facing opposite, Luna spoke. "My father made an agreement with you. I will honor it without the use of the Lovestone. You will understand if I do not pretend any personal joy in the matter. Come this way." She walked toward the doorway through which she had entered.

The Deathwatch was counting down for the next client, but Zane paused. "You father, whom you professed to love deeply, has just died," he said, shocked. "How can you think of a thing like like that at this moment? Where is your grief?"

She halted, but did not face him. "I can do what my father asked me to do because I respect his judgment above that of any other person. When I realized that his death was upon him, I invoked the enchantment he had prepared for this occasion. I put on a gem that eliminated incapacitating emotion. After you depart, I wffl remove that stone and suffer as much as I can stand before I have to don the gem again. My grief will run its course in measured stages. But my grief is not yours, and while I am with you, I shall not share it with you."

Zane shook his head, appalled at this explanation. "I don"t claim to be a good man or a good Death. Mostly I have been satisfied to take what I can get. I was a fool not long ago and threw away my chance to love and marry a wonderful woman "

"Fate arranged that loss, at my father"s behest, " Luna said. "You need feel no responsibility there."

So that, too, had been no coincidence! Zane was shaken, but plowed on. "Now I"m going to be a fool again. I have not done your father any genuine service I know of and, in any event, don"t deserve the sort of attention you "

Luna turned back to face him. She seemed prettier than ever. Her eyes were pearl as they fixed on his. No, she had not been bluffing about her ability to impress a man! "Yes, you are correct, of course. You don"t want false rapture. Use the Lovestone; then my pa.s.sion will be genuine. I should not have tried to avoid that. I will also, if you wish, use it on you, so that your reservations will dissipate."

"That"s not what I meant!" Zane exclaimed, embarra.s.sed. "I don"t deserve the attention or the love of a woman like you. Keep the Lovestone; I will not abuse your nature by using it. Maybe when I was a living man I would have done so, but now I am Death, with an important responsibility, and I must honor the dignity of the office as I perceive it. I will leave you to your grief." He turned to the exit, half cursing himself for his perversity. This was not typical behavior for him; why hadn"t he simply taken the proffered payment?

"Why?" she asked. He could tell by the sound of her voice that she had turned again. They were both facing away, the dead Magician"s body between them.

Zane himself wasn"t sure. He had spoken of the dignity of his office but not long ago he had tried to give up that office. "I look, I admit you"re the kind of woman I like. The kind any man would like. You set out to impress me and you certainly did. You didn"t seem like much when when you weren"t trying well, right now I"m sure you"re everything I might want, but I guess it"s what your father said. 1 want to make something good of my life, or of my office, while I still have the chance. Otherwise, what"s the point? If I had been good before, I wouldn"t have come to the point of death myself so soon. I"m trying to be good now, for what it"s worth, so at least I can think of myself as halfway useful for something. To to take advantage of you especially at this time I know that would I did something like that once in life, and it remains a blot on my soul well, it"s just not the way I think someone as important as Death should be. So I"m going to try to play the part the way I think it should be played, even though I"m not I know I"m not a worthy actor."

"You are going counter to my father"s wish," she said. "He scheduled his death to bring you here so you would meet me. Fate took that other woman from you so that you would be free for me. I am owed to you in a very real sense."

"I have met you. I don"t think you owe me anything for what Fate did. Maybe I"m on the rebound from that love I threw away before it started. Maybe I"m just angry at being managed. I think I would I don"t know. Maybe your father misjudged me."

"Maybe he did," she agreed. "Still, I must acquit my own debts and try to honor his will. I would be false to my father"s memory if 1 did otherwise. Would you settle for a date?"

"If I start seeing a woman of your quality, I"ll soon want too much."

"You can have too much."

"I no, I mean Death should not be distracted."

"Then come when you"re off duty."

Zane felt guilty, but also sorely tempted, "One time,"

he agreed. "One time."

Nothing more was to be said. Zane opened the door, picked up his scythe, and went out to his horse.

He mounted. "On to the next, steed," he said.

The stallion leaped into the sky. Dawn was just arriving here, and a bank of clouds to the east was starting to glow. Mortis trotted over clouds as if they were sand, flying without wings, then plunged down through them somewhere on the day lit portion of the globe.

But it was not land below. The horse came down on the expanse of the Atlantic Ocean. His feet touched and held; naturally this animal could run on water!

Ahead, the cloud cover dipped to intersect the water: a storm. The stallion galloped right at it. Zane viewed the lash whipped waves with increasing alarm. The person who held the office of Death was immortal only as long as he was not killed. Suppose he drowned? The sea was becoming mountainous, the waves already surging higher than his head, and much higher nearer the storm.

"I don"t like this," he said. "Who will replace me if I drown here?" That wasn"t really his worry, however. He didn"t care who next a.s.sumed the office; he didn"t want to vacate it.

He didn"t? Then why had he tried, so ineptly, to get his client to turn on him and kill him? What did he really want?

He wasn"t sure, but suspected it related to some personal aspect. He could accept his own demise more readily if he deliberately handed the office to a chosen successor than if an inanimate ocean washed him out. It was control and self esteem at the root of his disquiet.

A spot near the saddle horn blinked. Zane touched it and the horse became a double hulled speedboat, cutting through the fringe of the storm.

Wonders never ceased! "You are some creature. Mortis!" Zane exclaimed.

But the waves were so horrendous that the craft was soon tilting precariously. The pale boat was steering itself aptly, to avoid being swamped, but the sea seemed determined to outmaneuver it.

"I prefer you as a horse!" Zane cried as the craft crested a pinnacle and tilted sickeningly forward. He punched the blinking b.u.t.ton on its control panel.

The horse returned, galloping along the shifting contour of the wave. Yes, this was definitely better! The animal could not be swamped or overturned. "I couldn"t manage without you. Mortis," Zane said, hanging on desperately.

Then the client came into sight. It was a young man, clinging to a bit of flotsam. The man saw Zane and lifted a hand weakly. Then he sank into a wave.

"He doesn"t have to die!" Zane protested, speaking as much for himself as for the client.

Mortis snorted noncommittally. After all, Death had been summoned here to collect the client"s soul.

"I"m going to rescue him," Zane said. "To watch him drown that would be like murder!"

The horse did not react, except to come to a halt on the water beside the drowning man. Zane dismounted and found that his feet stood firmly on the surface. Fate had said his shoes would make that possible, but he had not quite accepted it until now.

He reached down, caught the man"s projecting arm, and hauled him upward. The wave was liquid for the client, solid for Zane"s feet and Zane"s gloved hand did not pa.s.s through the man"s flesh when he didn"t want it to. His magic accommodated itself to his specific needs.

But a surge crossed their location, burying the client and almost jerking him away. Irritated, Zane punched the center b.u.t.ton of the Deathwatch, seeking to freeze time itself. Nothing happened, and he remembered that this b.u.t.ton had to be pulled, not pushed. He pulled.

The water halted in place: waves, bubbles, and spume. The racing fog stopped as if photographed. All was still and silent.

Zane got a better grip on the client and hauled him out of the sea. Apparently time did not abate for Death or Death"s pale horse, or for what Death touched. What an amazing power Chronos had bequeathed! But it was not enough, for it was evident that the client was far gone; he had inhaled water during his final submersion.

Zane got the man up on the rump of the horse, dangling down to one side, legs to the other. He pressed on the man"s back, trying to squeeze out the water from his lungs, but this wasn"t very effective. Then Mortis bucked, bouncing the man, and that did it; the water dribbled out of his mouth, and he began to choke and gasp.

Zane helped him stand. The man"s eyes widened. "You are Death but you haven"t killed me!"

"I will take you to sh.o.r.e," Zane said. "Mount behind me and hold on."

They mounted. "I don"t understand," the man said somewhat plaintively.

Zane pushed the b.u.t.ton in the watch. The storm resumed. The horse walked up the progressing slope of the wave. The wind tore at them, but they were secure against it.

"Why?" the man asked.

Zane couldn"t answer. He feared he was violating his office and would somehow be punished, but he still had to save this man.

Soon they exited from th& storm. There was an island ahead; the pale horse knew where he was going. They came to a deserted beach, but stray bottles showed it was at times frequented by tourists. There was civilization within range.

The man got down and stood on the wet sand, still unbelieving. "Why?" he repeated. "You, of all creatures "

Zane had to make some response, if only to justify his irrationality to himself. "Your soul is in danger of h.e.l.l. Go and do good in the world, to redeem your afterlife."

The man stared, mouth open. This was the twentieth century; no one took such cautions seriously!

"Farewell," Zane said.

Mortis took off, prancing once more into the sky. Zane realized that more magic must be involved to prevent him from falling off when the horse made such motions. His office was failsafe in various ways!

He looked back and glimpsed the erstwhile client still standing, staring after him.

Had he done the right thing? Probably not. For the second time, he had actually interfered with a death, changing the course of a client"s life. Maybe he was acting in an irrational manner, allowing his personal hang ups to affect his office. Yet Zane knew he would do it again. Apparently he was unable to rise above his human limitations to perform the office impartially.

The Deathwatch was counting down again. Zane punched the STOP b.u.t.ton, halting the countdown without stopping regular time. "I"ve had enough of this for the moment," he said to the horse. "I want to pause and reflect. Do you have a favorite pasture where you graze? Take me there."

Obediently the horse galloped farther up to a thin cloud layer. As they came level with it, Zane saw the topside open out into a lush, green plain. "So your pasture is in the sky!" he remarked.

The horse landed on the greensward and trotted across it to a large, comfortable ginkgo tree. Zane dismounted. "You will be near when I need you?" The stallion made an acquiescent nicker and proceeded to graze. Zane noticed that the animal was now unfettered by bridle or saddle; these accouterments had simply ceased to exist when not in use.

Zane sat down and leaned back against the ma.s.sive trunk of the tree. "What am I doing here?" he asked himself aloud. "Why aren"t I doing my job?"

No answers came. Mortis grazed in the lush field. The light breeze rustled the odd ginkgo leaves. A small spider dangled on a thread before Zane.

"What"s the matter with me, Arachnae?" he asked the spider. "I have a good job here, fetching in the souls of the borderlines. Why am I letting them go, when I thought I wanted to act in accordance with the standards of the office? Am I a hypocrite?"

The spider enlarged. Four of its legs dangled down, fusing into two larger limbs, and four lifted up, becoming two lesser extremities. Its abdomen contracted and elongated. Its head rounded, and the eight eyes merged in much the manner the legs had, two pairs forming two larger orbs and the other two pairs sliding to the sides to form ears. In moments the arachnid became a woman, holding a strand of web between her hands. "Oh, we call it the delayed reaction syndrome," she said. "You can"t step from ordinary life into immortality without suffering systemic dislocation. You will survive it." "Who are you?" Zane demanded, surprised.

"How short your memory is," she teased him, shifting to a younger form.

Now he recognized her. "Fate! Am I glad to see you!" "Well, I did bring you into this, so it may be my responsibility to tide you through the break in period. All you have to do is accept and adapt to the new reality, and you"re all right."

"But I know the new reality," he protested. "I know I"m supposed to take souls. But I"m not taking them! Not consistently. I talked one woman out of suicide and I actually rescued a drowning man."

"That does complicate things," she said thoughtfully. "I never heard of Death helping people live. I"m not sure there"s a precedent. Except "

"Yes?"

"I"m afraid I can"t tell you that. Death." Zane"s brow wrinkled. "There"s something you know that you won"t tell me?" She had said something like that before, annoyingly.

"That is the case. But in due course all shall be known." He realized that it was useless to try to coerce Fate. "Well, is there anything useful you will tell me?"

"Oh, yes, certainly. What you need to do, to get yourself settled in, is to take some souls to Purgatory. Once you comprehend that aspect of the system, you won"t be so reluctant to do your duty."

"Purgatory? I"ve thought of it, but I don"t know where it is. Chronos said I could ride my horse there, but somehow "

She pointed. "Right there."

Zane looked. There, across the field, was a modem building complex, somewhat like a university. "That"s Purgatory?"

"What did you expect a medieval dungeon guarded by a dragon?"

"Well yes. I mean, the concept of Purgatory " "This is the twentieth century, the golden age of magic and science. Purgatory moves with the times, as do Heaven and h.e.l.l."

Zane hadn"t thought of it that way. "I just go there and empty out my bag of souls?"

"Those you haven"t been able to cla.s.sify yourself," she said.

Zane became suspicious. There was something devious about the way Fate phrased things. "What happens to souls there?"

"They get properly sorted. You"ll see. Go ahead." Zane considered. "First let me sort out whatever I can."

"Do that." Fate shrank back into the spider, who climbed up its strand and disappeared into the dense foliage of the tree.

He labored over the souls for some time. He managed to cla.s.sify all except two: the baby and the Magician. The former was so evenly gray that no reading was possible; the latter was so complexly convoluted with good and evil that it was an impenetrable maze, even for the stones. He walked to the Purgatory main building. It was a structure of red brick, with green vines climbing the walls.

The great front door was unguarded. Zane wrapped his cloak about him and pushed on in. There was a desk with a pretty receptionist. "Yes?" she said, in exactly the manner such decorations did on Earth.

"I am Death," he said, slightly diffidently.

"Certainly. Follow the black line."

Zane saw the line painted on the floor. He followed it down a hall, around comers, and into a modern scientific laboratory. There were no people present, and no devils or angels; it seemed he was supposed to know what to do next. He was, in fact, a bit disgruntled by the receptionist"s cool reaction, as if Death were routine. Maybe Death was, here.

He looked around. He spied a computer terminal. Good enough.

Zane seated himself before the terminal. He looked for a brand name, but there was none; this was a generic machine, as was perhaps appropriate. It had a standard typewriter keyboard and a.s.sorted extra function b.u.t.tons. He punched ON, and the screen illuminated.

GREETINGS, DEATH, it printed in bright green letters on a pale background. HOW MAY WE SERVE YOU?

Zane was not a good typist, but he was adequate. I HAVE TWO SOULS TO CLa.s.sIFY, he typed, and saw the words appear on the screen in red, below the computer"s query.

The machine made no response. After a moment he remembered he had to ask it a question or give it a directive if he wanted it to react. WHAT SHOULD i DO WITH THEM? he added.

PUT ONE IN EACH DEVICE, it replied.

Zane looked about again. He saw a line of devices. He started to get up.

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