"Terror? What are you afraid of?"
"Not us; the recipients of the bad dreams."
"Well, just don"t gamble with your timing! I"m about to undergo a brief period of terror myself, and I don"t need any help in that!"
"The first air bubble is just fifty-two seconds distant," he said.
Chex realized that she would just have to trust that. She inhaled deeply, causing a local fish to goggle at her chest, and held her breath, and ducked under the surface and into the cave.
Now she remembered her claustrophobia. She was heading into a confined region!
But it was filled with water, she told herself. That was different. The cave would not collapse, because it wasn"t under pressure; the water sustained it. She had to believe that!
She tended to float, so that walking was difficult; she had to reach up with her hands and more or less pull herself along the roof of the cave. Marrow"s firm knee pressure guided her, so that she encountered no dead ends or tight squeezes. He was correct about its temperature not being as cold as the river, though it was still uncomfortable. Her wings also helped; their feathers were insulative and protected that part of her torso. But she worried: had he a.s.sumed that she would be walking at her land-bound pace when he judged the time to the air bubble? If so, it would take her several times as long, and that would be a disaster! Should she turn back while there was still time?
She decided to gamble. After all, if the air turned out to be too far away, she would have no way to cross the river. Besides, if she turned back now, her claustrophobia would think it had the victory and would never let her try it again. So it was this or nothing. The bubble had to be within range!
Precisely fifty-two seconds after her start, her head poked into a bubble of air. She took an eager breath, her emotional relief greater even than her bodily relief. Marrow had been right about his excellent sense of timing!
The air was quickly turning bad; this was not a big bubble. She held her breath again and moved on, this time remembering to expel the spent air slowly from her mouth; that would save time when she hit the next bubble, and also give her a gradually increasing density so that her hooves would have slightly more traction.
The chill of the water was now numbing her eyeb.a.l.l.s, causing blurring vision. It was so dark here that she really wasn"t seeing anything, so she got smart and closed her eyes, protecting them. Now she was completely dependent on the skeleton"s guidance. This, oddly, decreased her fear of enclosure; it was as if she were no longer herself, but a mere vehicle answering to directives.
In forty-one seconds she came to another bubble of air. This one was larger, so that she was able to breathe more thoroughly before moving on.
Now Marrow guided her in a sharp turn to the right. The cave descended, then hooked up just in time to give her another bubble. She realized that they were not necessarily following the most direct route, but rather the one that guaranteed an air bubble within every minute. The skeleton was doing an excellent job!
Just about the time she feared she would lose control of her limbs because of the deepening cold, the cave angled up, and her head broke the surface of the river near the other bank. They had made it across!
Chex stumbled out and stood shivering. Her body was in an awful state, but there was a warm core of grat.i.tude to Marrow for getting her through. She had just navigated an otherwise impa.s.sable barrier! She had mastered not only the challenge of the river, but of the cold and her own claustrophobia. That was in its fashion a triple victory.
"You know," she gasped as her neck thawed, "If we find someone up on the mountain who orients on the haunted garden, we may have to wait to return you to the gourd, so that you can guide me back through this cave."
Marrow shrugged. "Why not? It is a very pleasant cave."
A pleasant cave! But of course the skeleton was immune to cold and accustomed to operating in darkness.
They resumed their trek up the mountain. Very little time had pa.s.sed; it had merely seemed like an eon to her, as she had progressed bubble by bubble through the cave. Already she was warming with the exertion. Maybe she really could make it to the top!
Time: just how much did she have? It had taken one day"s travel to reach her sire, and another to reach the base of the mountain. If she made it to the top in one day, that would leave her one day there to convince the winged monsters to help. Then the three-day trek back to the rendezvous with Esk and Volney. She was on schedule, so far.
The thought of Esk reminded her of the manner he had missed their prior rendezvous. That had been an ugly occasion! Had the curse fiend Latia not had the wit to seek them herself, it could have been the end of Esk! All because he had foolishly asked her to curse him, thinking that it would be a blessing. Human beings did have an erratic streak that caused them to act in irrational ways. Some blessing!
Yet he had survived it, and even brought out a denizen of the gourd who was proving to be of considerable a.s.sistance to her now. What might have been a curse to Esk was, ironically, a blessing for Chex!
But the other party he had brought out was the bra.s.s girl. Her kind, it had turned out, atoned for incidental offenses by kissing, and evidently she had performed such an atonement for Esk. Human beings tended to be unduly influenced by appearance and action, rather than being guided by practical and intellectual considerations as centaurs were; that was another of the human liabilities. Sometimes she wondered just how the human species had survived so well in Xanth. On the other hoof, they did have some endearing qualities. Esk had accepted her immediately and used his magic talent to help safeguard her from mischief; in fact, he had been more generous to her than the centaurs had been. So she was not about to condemn the human folk; probably their a.s.sets did balance out their liabilities in the long run.
So Bria Bra.s.sie had kissed him, and the boy was obviously smitten. That was a curse indeed! Yet, with a further and exquisite irony, Esk evidently did not perceive this as an aspect of the curse. Could it be that his entry into the gourd really had been a blessing? If so, it had to be a powerful one, because Latia had explained the manner in which her curses strengthened when allowed to acc.u.mulate.
This intellectual riddle was intriguing, so she continued to divert herself with it as she progressed up the steep trail. a.s.sume that Esk had been struck by a very potent blessing. Then her advantage of Marrow"s help was only peripheral, part of that blessing, facilitating her mission, and therefore Esk"s mission. And Bria-she could be a good deal more important to that mission than they had supposed.
But she was a creature of the gourd. That meant that she had to return to it, for her existence in this world was no more substantial than Esk"s had been in the gourd. She had to rejoin her world, or she would eventually perish. What, then, of her interaction with Esk?
a.s.sume that such an interaction was feasible. After all, Bria did look human, when allowance was made for her metal. Suppose Esk did not want to give her up? That was where the zombie"s huge gourd came in: Esk could enter that physically and go after her, and perhaps bring Bria out physically.
No-if Marrow and Bria remained physically in the gourd, then it should not be feasible to return them to their home regions within it merely by having some person or creature of the outside realm look in through a peephole and take them along. So they must be physically outside. But Chex was sure that no denizens of the gourd had settled outside it, historically; her dam would have informed her of anything like that. So there had to be a reason that they could not survive indefinitely outside. What could that be?
Well, she had a source of information. "Marrow, what would be the consequence if you did not manage to return to your realm in the gourd?"
"I would slowly fade away," he said promptly. "I am after all, merely the stuff of bad dreams."
"Then if Bria, to take a random example, wished to remain here, she could not?"
"She could not-unless she got access to a soul."
"Access to a soul?"
"We creatures of the dream realm have no souls, of course. That is our primary distinction from you living folk. If we had souls, we would come alive, and be able to survive normal terms here."
Now Chex remembered: there was a great demand for souls in the gourd! The reason was suddenly clear. "My dam gave up half her soul to the night mare Imbri."
"Yes, half a soul becomes a whole soul, as it fills out. This takes time, but is done on occasion."
"So if someone were to give you half a soul, you would be able to live here indefinitely?"
"True. But of course I have no wish to live. I am surprised that you folk put up with the awkwardness and occasional messiness of it."
Chex nodded. She believed she had worked out a solution to Esk"s problem, if it developed. If she survived this mountain hike. She was sure that Esk would not be able to devise a solution on his own; he lacked centaur rationality.
She came out of her reverie to discover the trail narrowing. They were well up the mountain now, and the slope was becoming sheer; there was barely room for her hooves on the slightly diminished slant that was the path.
Then it became too slight for her; the girth of her body caused her center of gravity to be too far out from the face of the mountain to remain stable. If she tried to go any farther, she would inevitably fall.
She stopped; she had to. The suggestion of the trail continued on around the curve of the mountain, with an awesome height of wall above, and a mind-blanking depth of drop below. She could not climb that cliff, and would certainly die if she fell. What could she do?
"I don"t suppose you know of a nearby cave?" she asked Marrow.
"No cave," the skeleton replied.
"Then I fear we cannot continue. This is, as far as I know, the only trail, and it is too narrow for my body."
The skeleton considered. "It does not appear to be too narrow for my body."
"That may be true. But I am the one who must reach the meeting plateau and address the winged monsters; they would not listen to you, as you are not winged."
"Still, I think I might a.s.sist you. Could you manage that path if you had a line to cling to?"
"Yes, I suppose I could. But I don"t carry a line; I"m a bow and arrow centaur. My arms aren"t strong enough to sustain my full weight on a line, you see. My grandsire Chester has very strong arms; he could do it, but not me." She clenched her teeth with frustration. "Oh, how I wish I could fly!"
"But you could hold on, with support for your feet."
"Yes. But even if I had a line, I could not attach it, because I can"t even see the other end of the trail."
"I shall look." Marrow dismounted and walked along the trail. As the ledge narrowed, he had to turn sidewise and step carefully, but it was evident that he had no fear of heights or of falling. That seemed to be another advantage of being nonalive. He moved on around the curve and disappeared from sight.
After a while he returned. "There is a rock that I could cling to," he announced.
"How nice for you," Chex said, trying not to be cutting.
"So if you will just kick me apart, then swing me around so that I can grasp on with one hand, it will be all right."
Chex"s dismay received a jolt. Was Marrow proposing suicide in his fashion? "What?"
"Just let me take hold here, so I don"t fall off the ledge," he said. "Now kick me hard."
"But that would destroy you!" she exclaimed, appalled.
"Oh, no, we can re-form readily, when prepared. Kick me apart; then I will explain the next step."
Chex had considerable difficulty accepting this, but finally did what he asked. She retreated along the trail until it widened, turned around, and backed up to the place where he was holding on to a solid rock. Then she gave him a tremendous kick on the hipbone with a hind foot.
The skeleton flew apart. The bones sailed into the air, disconnecting. But then something strange happened. The bones did not disconnect all the way; instead they formed into a line that flopped down the mountainside.
"Now haul me up," Marrow"s voice came.
She walked back to the turnaround point, then came forward again. She braced herself and peered down over the ledge.
The line of bones extended well down the slope. About halfway along it was the skull. "Haul me," it repeated.
This was strange magic! She took hold of a bone and drew it up. Marrow"s finger bone was no longer connected to his hand bone, or his hand bone to his wrist bone; one finger bone was connected to another and another, forming the line. She hauled the line up hand over hand, noting that the finger and arm bones connected to rib bones and neck bones and finally the head bone.
"Now swing the rest out around the mountain," the skull told her. "Up to the level of the trail; the rock is not far beyond your vision."
Chex obeyed. She started the line of bones swinging back and forth, pendulum fashion, until she was able to bring the end of the line high enough. Then, just at its height, she let go, and it flung out, slapping against the mountain.
"Got it!" the skull exclaimed. "Now pull me tight."
Chex gazed at the arc of bones. "But if I pull too hard, won"t you come apart?"
"I don"t think so. I will warn you when my limit approaches."
So she hauled on the line again, and the line tightened, until when she held an arm bone the skull called out "enough."
"What now?" she called back.
"Touch the arm bone to the hand bone."
She held a loop of the bone line. She brought the arm bone to the hand bone-and immediately the two snapped together as if magnetized.
"Now use me to keep your balance," the skull called. "Try not to put too much strain on me."
Chex looked at the narrow path, with the bone line now stretched above it. It seemed perilously precarious. But Marrow had known what he was doing before, so she had to trust him now.
She held on to the line and walked out along the precipice. The wall shoved her solid equine body out, and she could not brace with her feet. Her wings made it worse, because they added to the breadth of her body when folded, and there was no room to open them here. She clung to the line, her body increasingly off-balance, leaning out over the gulf below. She had never been afraid of heights, just of depths, but it would be easy enough to cultivate such a phobia now!
Her hands were becoming somewhat sweaty, but she could not clean them. She hoped the bones weren"t ticklish.
"That"s very good," Marrow"s skull said, right under her hand.
Startled, Chex almost let go of the line. She had for the moment forgotten the nature of it! "Thank you," she muttered tersely.
She handed herself on along the rib bones and the backbones and the hipbones, closing her mind to the precise nature of them, not from any humanlike skittishness, but because she did not want to raise any question in her mind about how they were able to hold together in this format. Marrow was a more surprising creature than she had first thought!
Finally she reached the end, where the trail widened and the endmost finger bone clung. It had found a niche in the stone and hooked into it. Had she realized that this was all that supported the line, and therefore her tilting body, she would have been even more concerned than she had been!
She got her footing and let go of the line. "I"m across!" she called to the skull. "What now?"
"Haul me in," the skull called, as the line swung down from the other side. The far finger had let go.
She hauled hi the bones, hand over hand. "That"s good," the skull said as it arrived, giving her a momentary stare with an eye socket.
"But how do you get back together?" she asked.
"For that I will require some a.s.sistance," the skull admitted. "You will have to set the bones together in the proper order."
"But I don"t know the proper order, except in a very general way!"
"I will direct you."
And so it was. She touched each bone to the one the skull called out, and it anch.o.r.ed in place. Before too long Marrow was back in proper skeletal shape.
"The more I learn about you, the more I respect you," she told him as the job was completed. "I never realized that bones could be so versatile."
"Thank you. I must confess that your flesh is not nearly as clumsy or repulsive as I had antic.i.p.ated."
"Thank you," she said with the trace of a smile.
They moved on up the mountain. The way was easier now, as the slope gradually leveled; they were nearing the crest. Just as well, for the day was drawing toward its close, and she did not want to be on the trail at night. If any of the winged monsters mistook her for nocturnal prey, her situation could become difficult.
Then they came to a cleft in the mountain. It cut right across the path, as though it had started as a crack and widened with time, until now it was a formidable gap. How was she to get across it?
She looked around. There were a few scrubby trees, and some dead wood, and some weeds, and a.s.sorted loose rocks. That was it. She looked again at the cleft. It was plainly beyond her jump range. There seemed to be no narrowing of it to the sides; in fact, this was its narrowest part. The entire top of the mountain was split, and the meeting plateau was on the other side.
"I can perhaps throw you across," she told Marrow. "But it is too far for me."
"I see no handholds," the skeleton said. "And if there were, I fear I could not sustain your full weight. Cohesion only goes so far."
"To be sure," she agreed. "You have done more than enough; I would not ask you to attempt that, even if I had sufficient arm strength to manage such a crossing. There has to be another way."