Flach put together such a combination of moves and transformations that he doubted that anyone or anything could untangle them. He even a.s.sumed bug forms and spied on any Hectare that were outside of their antiseptic chambers. All seemed quiet, apart from the grim business of the takeover itself.
In the course of this, Flach got a fair notion of what the Hectare were doing. They were setting up to exploit the resources of the planet. Crews were being a.s.sembled to cut the greatest forests for exportable lumber. That would destroy the environment, and many wild and magical creatures would die. It had been exactly that type of ruinous exploitation that had ruined Proton before, so that life was possible only within the force-field domes, with all else a noxious desert. Other crews were to mine out all the remaining Protonite. That would destroy the magic, leaving the planet completely mundane. What would happen to the starving, magic-gelded creatures? It looked very much as if their flesh would be melted down for protoplasm banks.
Mach was right: it was better that the planet be destroyed, than that the Hectare have their way with it.
The Hectare themselves were true bug-eyed monsters; indeed, the serfs and ordinary folk of Phaze had instantly named them BEMs. It seemed that there were two or more major alliances in the galaxy, one of which was the humanoid. Proton had once been in the humanoid sector, but the pattern of colonization had in due course left it stranded with a few others in alien territory. So there was no hope of rescue by human forces; it would be too costly for them to penetrate this deep with sufficient force to accomplish anything-and even if they did, the Hectare might simply destroy the planet rather than give it up. So Proton was on its own-just as any alien planets were on their own when they had the misfortune to find themselves within human territory.
The Hectare themselves were simply one of a number of species in their alliance. They were the closest, so on them had fallen the ch.o.r.e of exploiting the planet. They had not bothered before, but when it became evident that it had magic now, they had moved it up on their schedule. It wasn"t that they understood magic, but it made the planet intriguing. It was about as easy to take over the planet as to investigate it, so they moved in.
The Hectare of course didn"t think of themselves as bug-eyed monsters, or even as monsters. They thought of human beings as asymmetric few-limbed worm segments. A Hectare was symmetrical, having no front or back or left or right; its eyes surveyed the entire hemisphere (the flat ground and dome of s.p.a.ce above it) simultaneously. Its tentacles circled its body like a mantle, and its tread-feet took it immediately in any direction. Flach could appreciate their point of view, though a Hectare remained a BEM to him. According to Nepe, planets colonized by nonhumanoid creatures that found themselves in the human sector of the galaxy were being exploited and reduced just as savagely; there was no special virtue in being human, when it came to galactic power tides. On such planets, the horrible menace was FTS-few tentacled slugs, or human beings. Her sympathy was with the natives, there.
Once Flach was satisfied that there was no pursuit, he started on his mission. He could not go directly to the North Pole, for several reasons. Other planets, he understood, were hot at their equators and cold at either north or south poles; nothing was said about their east and west poles, oddly. But Phaze (and Proton) was hottest at the South Pole and coldest at the North Pole. A trip to the south would be difficult because of the constantly burning heat; a trip north was a similar problem, because of the intense cold. If he conjured himself directly there, he would freeze before he could do anything, unless he was all bundled up or invoked a protective spell. But that was academic, because he couldn"t conjure himself there. His magic was operative mainly within the "normal" range of Phaze, roughly between the White and Purple mountain ranges. Beyond that, the hostile magic of the demons interfered. He might be able to learn snow magic, as his Grandfather Stile had, but that would take time and practice. To the south, below the Purple Mountains, it would probably be all right; as far as he knew, nothing but dragons dwelt there, and they didn"t interfere with magic. But the more potent exercises of magic made larger splashes, similar to those of emotional commitment, that could be detected by others. With the Purple Adept searching for him, a self-conjuration of that magnitude would be folly; Purple would zero right in on it. That was why he had kept his maneuvering small-scale so far; each splash was below the threshold detectable from a distance.
So he would have to make his way to the White Mountain by a series of small conjurations, or by swift physical travel. Once there he would have to enlist the aid of the snow demons, and travel physically the rest of the way to the Pole. Then he would have to see what offered; the message hadn"t told him what he would find there, probably so as not to give it away to the enemy. He didn"t expect the trip to be fun, but it had to be done.
He started out. He a.s.sumed his unicorn form, which he could do without any splash of magic, because it was natural; he was half unicorn. He was privately proud of his pretty blue hind socks and glistening black coat. As he trotted, he played his horn to the cadence of his hooves; this enhanced the pleasure of the motion. A unicorn could trot for a long time to its own music, because there was magic in music, and it restored much of the energy expended by the body. Nepe said his horn sounded like the science instrument called the recorder, which was a woodwind related to the flute; it was blown from the end instead of the side, and had a mellower tone. The folk of the science frame tended to cla.s.sify things in their own terms. His dam Fleta could play two or three notes at once, making duets with herself; that was unusual. He wished he could run with her now, or with his Grandam Neysa, sharing harmonies. Fleta was captive of the Hectare, and Neysa was playing dumb animal so as to be ignored by them. They were depending on him to save the world- or to let it be destroyed.
As night came he a.s.sumed his bal form, and used sound to track his course north. He snapped up night bugs as they offered, for though he had magically a.s.sumed the form, it didn"t fly by magic. It needed food energy. What he ate as a bat would sustain him in his other forms too, if he consumed enough. Since he could feed without pausing in this form, it behooved him to stuff himself for the next day. He was not a natural bat; he had adopted it as an alternate form, completing the normal unicorn roster of three. Thus this one also was neutral, because it was the unicorn way, and would not make a splash. The nonsplash forms were repeatable, while individual magic was not. Once a unique spell was done, it was finished; if the same thing needed to be done again, it had to be by a different spell. So even Adepts were careful not to waste magic. Fortunately, human ingenuity could devise many spells, so the limitation normally didn"t squeeze.
He had mastered other forms, however, extending his unicorn range. Grandpa Stile had trained him for this, making him the Unicorn Adept. This ability had enabled him to hide from the Adverse Adepts for four years, making a critical difference in the contest for control of Phaze. Now he hoped it made a similar difference, in this contest for the survival of Phaze.
As dawn approached, he shifted to wolf form, and ranged on through the diminishing forestland. He was making excellent time, but he was tiring, for all the forms required rest and sleep eventually. He hoped the ice demons were hospitable, so that he could get some rest there.
Being in wolf form reminded him of his Promised, Sirelmoba. What a fine little b.i.t.c.h she was! He almost wished he had not made the commitment to her, because once they came of age and mated, they would separate and never mate with each other again. If he had taken some other b.i.t.c.h as his Promised, and exchanged name syllables with her, then he would have been free to establish a permanent liaison with Sirel. But of course he wouldn"t have come to know her so well then. The wolf way was a good way, but sometimes hard. And, he had to remind himself, he was not really a wolf; he had joined the Pack when in hiding, but he was more truly a unicorn, or a man.
Finally the great White Mountains loomed beyond the scrub. Now he was glad he was moving rapidly, because even in his furry wolf guise he would have had some trouble with the cold here. Natural wolves got acclimatized, but he had spent his life in the temperate zone and was soft. Also, he lacked his full growth. In the necessary alignment of things, the unicorns and werewolves and vampire bats lived the same ages as humans; a nine-year-old human boy was as young in proportion as a "corn or wolf or bat. It had been a job, carrying Lysan! He had had to use supplementary magic to lighten the load.
He came to the base of the mountains. Grandpa Stile had told him of one of the tribes of snow demons he had come to know, because he had played chess against the demon champion, Ice-beard. Even demons loved good games! They had been on opposite sides in the Adept struggle, but demons did not take human altercations too seriously. In any event, they should all be on the same side now: the side of Phaze.
He found the pa.s.s leading to the demon caves. He started up, his paws feeling the ice. Soon he would have to change to boy form and invoke a spell of warmth.
A snow demon appeared, and roared a windy challenge. "Away, wolf, ere ) bury thee!" It was no bluff; the creature could set off a snowslide in a moment.
"I be friend!" Flach called in growl-talk. Not all creatures understood all languages, but there was some interaction between wolves and snow demons. With magic he could do for himself what he had done for Lysan: make their languages compatible.
"Demons have no friends!" The demon made ready to start the slide.
"I be grandpup to Adept Stile, come to see Icebeard."
The demon paused. That name was known here. "Prove it."
Flach a.s.sumed his unicorn form, then his boy form. He made a minor conjuration of clothing, lest he freeze. "Dost see the resemblance?" For he did have a family resemblance to his grandfather, one he had cultivated from pride.
"Aye," the demon said grudgingly. "An thou dost be faking it, we shall make o" thee a statue o" snow."
"As would be proper." Flach agreed.
The demon led him on into a cave farther up the pa.s.s. Soon he stood before the demon chief, who was a fearsome figure. He was made entirely of ice, with wild icicles for hair and of course matted ice for a beard. He gazed coldly at Flach. "Thou claimest to be the "Corn Adept?" he demanded, his breath a freezing fog.
"Aye. An thou wishest, I will perform small magic."
"Why small? An thou dost be he, thou canst make big magic."
"And have our enemy spy my location." Flach replied. "That were not kind to thee or me."
Icebeard considered. "Dost play chess?"
Flach laughed. "Aye! But I be far from Grandpa"s league-or thine."
That was a good answer. "What willst thou here?"
"Knowest thou o" the Hectare?"
"Word reaches e"en the hinter. Thou hast dealings with them?"
Here was the crux. If the demons had sided with the enemy, he would have to risk strong magic to escape. "Aye. I be dealing to destroy them."
The demon chief smiled. "Then we be together, this time. We ha" no joy in aliens who would mine out our mounts."
"Aye, I hoped so," Flach said, relieved. "My sire the Rovot Adept opposes them, and hides the Book o" Magic."
"We remember the Rovot-and Fleta "Corn, a mare one could learn to like." That was strong language, from those who liked no one. Flach"s dam had evidently made a considerable impression.
"Stile be their captive, and most o"er Adepts. Mayhap I alone can implement our defense."
"And needst our aid?"
"Aye."
"Shallst have it, "Corn. What needst?"
Just like that! Demons evidently wasted no time pondering. "Needs must I go to the North Pole."
Icebeard was taken aback. "That be one hard haul. I would trust not my cold bones there. The weather be mean."
"Aye, I fear I can make it not alone."
"But my daughter be full o" the flush o" youth. She will lead thee there, with picked guard."
"My thanks to thee, chief o" demons!" Flach said gratefully. A demon squad could handle anything short of Adept magic- and they would not encounter that near the Pole.
"But a caution," Icebeard said. "My cub be impetuous, and my guards be virile. Needs must a man"s presence keep them in check."
"I be but boy," Flach protested. "An I not be the only one remaining, this task were ne"er mine."
"Thou dost be Adept," Icebeard reminded him. "Canst do magic we wot not, an we oppose thee not."
"Aye-but an I invoke it, the traitor Purple be on my tail. I can risk but small spells."
"Illusion be but small."
Flach gazed at him, catching on. "Make myself seem older? Maybe twice mine age o" nine?"
Icebeard nodded. "My cub be twenty. That be close enough. She will show the way. An a guard show interest in her, do thou step between."
Flach was daunted. "I know not if I-"
"Do thou fashion a seeming o" robust strength and brief temper. That, plus mine orders, suffice."
Maybe it would. Flach realized that it would have to be risked, if he was to get to the Pole. "I will try. Chief."
"Mayhap soon I find suitable match for her. But an she fall for a mere guard, that be complicated."
Flach could appreciate that. Each group had its own conventions about romance and marriage, and violation of them could be perilous. Flach knew the wolf conventions, and was catching on to the human ones, thanks to Nepe"s information. Icebeard wanted his daughter emotionally uncommitted until there was a good marriage lined up for her. Naturally there was no worry about a relationship with a warm-bodied man; any closeness would freeze him or melt her. There was even less concern about a nine-year-old child. The chief might be taking advantage of Flach"s mission to keep his daughter safely out of temptation until he completed his arrangements for her.
This could be good for Flach, too. Any demon help would be good, but because Icebeard valued his daughter, these would be picked guards, able to handle just about any threat. That, plus Flach"s minor magic, should get them through in good order.
"Methinks it will take thee a day to get the party organized," Flach said. "I be tired from my trek here-"
"Didst not conjure thyself close?"
"Nay. that be strong magic. I came by land, running day and night and day."
Icebeard snapped his icy fingers, and a demon female appeared. She was stooped, and her hair was a curtain of icicles, but she was human rather than beastly in general configuration. "Take him to a secure chamber and watch him sleep," the chief told her.
The woman walked to Flach. picked him up, and carried him out of the room. She was taking the order literally, and taking him as she would a block of ice. He had to do a quick spot spell to prevent their contact from doing each harm.
She bore him to a bubble of air deep in the glacier and dumped him down on a bed of snow. Again he did spot magic to make the interface proper: now the snow seemed like warm feathers, and did not melt under him. He stretched out, ready to sleep for twelve hours.
The demoness stood there, gazing down at him. Time pa.s.sed, and she did not move. Then he realized what it was: she was watching him sleep, literally.
So be it. He would surely be safe, this way. He closed his eyes and slept.
Next day, refreshed, he conjured some bread to eat, found a crevice for natural functions, and went to see what had developed in the interim.
Icebeard had been busy. A troop of ten stout snow demons had been a.s.sembled, and a similar number of demon dogs, also made of ice. Several were to be harnessed to a sled, and the others would range out around the group, guarding it. They were to travel in style.
"Adept!"
He turned. It was a pet.i.te young demoness, not greatly taller than himself. He was surprised; he had thought all demons, of any type, were ugly, hideous, or grotesque, but she was a perfect figure of a woman molded from ice. "Aye," he said.
"I be Icedora, but thou mayst call me Icy," she said, her voice like the crystalline tinkle of gla.s.s dangles. "That be spelled with a c, not a k, for I be not Iky!"
"I can see that," he said, awed even at his age in the spectacle of her frozen splendor.
"We be traveling together, methinks."
Icebeard"s daughter! He realized he shouldn"t have been surprised. The demon chief had said she was twenty, which was adult, and that he was trying to set up her marriage, but he had neglected to say she was beautiful by any standard. "Aye," he said after a moment. "I be Flach."
"I met thy dam, the "corn," she said. "I were but thine age then, but she were beautiful."
Flach hesitated, not knowing the appropriate response. ley"s the same! Nepe prompted him.
"No more so than thee," Flach said.
Icy smiled, and that confirmed the compliment, for her smile made her seem almost warm. "Methinks we shall get along well enough," she said.
Told you! Nepe put in. Way to a woman"s heart is flattery.
So it seemed. He would try to remember that, for the time when it might count for him. "That should be nice. Who rides the sled?"
"Thou-and I. So we had better get along well!"
"Aye." He looked around, to make sure that no other demons were listening. "Thy father says I must pretend to be older, so I will make a spell o" illusion. But thou must remember I be but a child."
"Aye. But thou dost be distressingly hot. Canst make thyself comfortably cool?"
"Aye. I will seem cold, but will not be cold. I will not melt thee, and thou willst not freeze me."
"I be glad o" that!" she said, laughing. "We folk a.s.sociate not much with thy folk, because o" their oppressive heat. An they e"er change their ways, all will be cool."
"Aye," he agreed, not caring to argue the point.
On the following day they started off. Flach had generated an illusion that doubled his age, so that he looked and sounded eighteen instead of nine. He seemed larger and heavier, but he retained the strength and mind of his true age. His image moved exactly as he did, magnified appropriately. He was rather proud of the spell; he had never done this before.
Icebeard looked him over and cracked a slow smile. "An that not fade in thy sleep, it be suitable."
"It will remain till I counter it," Flach a.s.sured him. "My spells fade slow. But an I have to do a man"s work, I needs must use magic to amplify my strength."
"Nonesuch be required. The story be this: my daughter has a mission to the Pole, and thou too, to help her complete it. Thou willst tell her what needs must be done, and she will tell the guards. The dogs not will attack thee." He paused, then lowered his voice. "Canst tell me what thy business be at the Pole?"
"I know it not, only that I must go," Flach said, appreciating why he had not been told. He could not blab the secret to anyone. "I hope to discover why when I get there. Then mayhap it will be known to all."
"Mayhap," the demon chief agreed, disappointed. "Come, needs must I introduce thee to my cub, lest she mistake thee for other."
"I met her yesterday," Flach said.