Part 25 (1/2)
That left it up to the Brown Adept, who would be unable to reach him-and what could she do if she did? She was a child who would have no magic in this frame, a.s.suming she could cross the curtain. Best to establish no false hopes. If help was on the way, it would succeed or fail regardless of his concern.
He was good at mining. Under his direction, the remote controlled machinery operated efficiently. In two hours he had extracted half a gram of Protonite from the ore, a full day's quota. Whether Citizen or serf. Adept or slave, he intended to do his best-though this sort of mining would soon have to stop, if the frames were to be saved. Ironic, his effort here!
Then the gate opened. An apparition stood there-the tallest, thinnest, ugliest android he had ever seen. Except that it wasn't an android, but a man. No, not exactly a man- Stile's spinning mental gears finally made an improbable connection. ”The troll!” he exdaimed. ”Trool the troll-in Proton-frame!”
”I must rescue thee from confinement three times,” Trool said.
Stile nodded. ”This is the third, for me and mine. More than amply hast thou fulfilled the prophecy. Sincerely do I thank thee, Trool.” There was no point in adhering to Proton language; the troll would only be confused.
”It is not done yet,” the troll said.
”Thou hast done enough,” Stile said. ”Thou hast freed me” Trool shrugged and stooped to pick Sheen up. He shambled through the door, carrying her, and Stile followed.
Trolls had a way with subterranean regions. Trool took them down into the depths of the mines, pa.s.sing locks and checkpoints without challenge, until they were in the lowest crude tunnels. Here there were only machines, the forward end of the remote-control chain. Here, too, was the Protonite ore, the stuff of Proton's fortune and misfortune.
”How are things doing in Phaze at the moment?” Stile inquired.
”The hosts are ma.s.sing as for war,” Trool replied. ”All are with thee except the Adepts, the goblins, and scattered monsters.”
”All?” Stile asked, amazed. ”Even the tribes of the demons?”
”Thou hast made many friends. Adept, especially among the snow-monsters and fire-spirits.” Ah-his favor for Freezetooth was paying a dividend!
”All I have done is the appropriate thing at the appropriate time.” Basically, Stile liked the various creatures of Phaze and liked making friends. ”Yet I doubt that the harpies, or dragons, or thine own kind-”
”The trolls are with thee.” Trool made a grimacing smile. ”I did see to that, lest they call me traitor for helping thee. The harpies and dragons know no loyalty save to their own kind, unless compelled by geis. They take no sides.”
Trool was surprisingly well informed. He seemed, under that ugliness, to be a fairly smart and caring person. Stile had a.s.sumed all trolls to be ignorant predators; he had been too narrow.
Suddenly they were at the curtain; Stile saw the scintillation across the tunnel. They stepped through. Sheen woke. ”Who are you?” she demanded, finding herself in the troll's arms.
”Thou hast no power pack,” Stile protested. ”How canst thou animate?”
She checked herself. ”It's true. I must be in Phaze. In golem-state.”
Stile nodded, his surprise s.h.i.+fting to comprehension. Of course she needed no scientific mechanism here! Nonetheless, he conjured her a replacement power cell so that she would not be confined to Phaze. ”Thou art a creature of both frames now.”
The troll led the way on up through the tunnel toward the surface. They followed. Stile could have taken them out by a spell, but preferred to acquaint himself with the locale of the tunnel in case he should need it again. Also, he did not want to attract the baleful attention of the enemy Adepts by using magic unnecessarily. Probably he should not have risked conjuring Sheen's power cell at this time; he kept forgetting.
They neared the surface. Trool paused. ”There is yet day,” he said. ”Needs must I remain below.” For he lacked his voluminous clothing, having had to discard it in order to masquerade as an android.
”By all means,” Stile said. ”Thou hast served us well, and fain would I call thee friend. We shall leave thee with our grat.i.tude.”
”It behooves not the like of thee to bestow friends.h.i.+p on the like of me,” Trool said, gruffly pleased. He put his gnarled hands to the large flat rock that blocked the exit. ”Beyond this point it curves to the surface.” He heaved. Suddenly the roof caved in. Trool leaped back, shoving the other two clear.
”Someone has tampered-” Sunlight shone brilliantly down from above, angling in from the new hole in the ceiling to bathe the troll. ”Sabotage!” Sheen exclaimed. ”It would have crushed one of us-”
”Surely,” Stile agreed. ”The trap was meant for me.”
”Look at Trool!” she cried, horrified.
Stile looked. The troll had been instantly destroyed by the light. He was now a figure of stone-a grotesque statue.
Suddenly it made a terrible land of sense. Stile remembered how Serrilryan the wereb.i.t.c.h had been fated to see the sidhe three times before she died; she had seen them the third time, then died. Trool had been fated to help Stile three times; he had done that, and had now been terminated.
”d.a.m.n it, this time I'm going to fight fate,” Stile said angrily.
CHAPTER 11 - Xanadu.
Clef was in the palace of the Oracle, playing the Platinum Flute. The perfect melody suffused the premises, more lovely than any tangible thing could be. He halted when Stile's party arrived.
”I have another prophecy for thee,” he said to Stile. ”Thou wilt be betrayed for thine own good by a young seeming woman thou dost trust.”
”Too late on that,” Stile said. ”Merle betrayed me three hours ago.”
Clef was embarra.s.sed. ”Sorry; I understood it was scheduled for a few hours hence. The Oracle must have slipped a cog.” He looked at Sheen. ”I thought thou wast a creature of Proton,” he said, surprised.
”I am,” she agreed. ”Now I am a creature of Phaze too, a golem.” She indicated the statue she supported. ”This is Trool the troll, who sacrificed himself to save us. Stile says you may-thou mayest be able to-” She paused. ”But doesn't the juxtaposition suffer when thou dost stop play ing?”
”Marginally. It's a long process; inertia maintains the movement for brief interludes. Otherwise I could not take a breath. In any event, what you hear is not the juxtaposition theme; that is only part of it, a single-note exercise that reaches into the deeper firmament. It is not continuous; rather I must play it at the key intervals.” Clef considered the statue. ”Thou dost wish the troll's soul piped to Heaven?”
”Nay, not yet,” Stile said. ”Canst thou pipe him back to life?”
Clef stroked his chin thoughtfully. ”I fear not. Stile. There is a monstrous difference between directing traffic-that is, routing a soul to Heaven-and revivifying the dead. I can send the soul back into the body-but that in itself will not change stone or flesh. You need a different kind of magic for that. Perhaps there is a suitable spell in the book of magic. You did fetch that?”
”The book of magic!” Stile exclaimed, stricken. ”I forgot all about it!”
”Merle has it,” Sheen said. ”She deactivated me-and now the book is gone.”
”Is that why she betrayed me?” Stile asked. 'To get that book?”
”I doubt she knew of it,” Sheen said. ”She said nothing about it to me. I just happened to be carrying it.”
”She surely has some inkling now, though. She has access to the curtain, to Phaze; she can use those spells to become an instant Adept. We've got to get the book back before she does that!”
”For the sake of Phaze as well as for the troll,” Sheen agreed.
”I'll surely find her at the Citizens' business meeting.” Stile frowned, worried. ”I don't have much time for that either; I've got to move.” His hope of studying the spells of the book before the Proton crisis came had been dashed; whatever preparations he might have made were moot.
”I'll go with thee,” Sheen said.
”But first thou must marshal thy troops,” Clef said.
”The time is nigh.”
”Oh, yes, the troops. I did alert the various creatures of Phaze, and all but the dragons, harpies, and goblins are with us. Has the Oracle finally condescended to inform us exactly how such troops are to be employed?”