Part 16 (1/2)

She took hold of him again and pressed him close. He felt as if he were aging several years: good, manly ones. She kissed him. He felt as if he were floating through a golden radiance of delight. She touched her ice-perfect lips to his ear and whispered, ”I love thee, Adept, for the favor thou has done me.” He felt as if he were floating through a golden radiance of delight.

What? That was the last feeling! What about his heart swelling and bursting with responding pa.s.sion?

It's the feeling-cap, dummy! Nepe reminded him.

Oh. Of course. ”I think thou dost be wonderful,” he told Icy. ”But that be the limit.”

”Be that so?” she inquired, feeling challenged. ”Mayhap I can show thee a thing or two.” She rolled him over on top of her, spread her legs, and wrapped them around his hips. The legs were evidently the two things she was showing him. She inhaled, causing his body to be lifted by cus.h.i.+ons. That made two more things. She kissed him in a way he had not realized was possible. That was two more things, her lips, more amazing than either of the prior sets. ”Where be thy limit now?” she whispered.

”I be floating on golden clouds,” he said. ”And gazing at a hea'en I long to reach, but can not. I love thee, demoness, but can feel only the part o' it. I beg thee, tease me not further, lest I find ne'er in the rest o' my life the like!”

”Then I be proof 'gainst heating my man!” she exclaimed, delighted. ”An this not heat thee, naught will!” She flexed her legs a bit, and took another breath, and squeezed him miraculously tight yet gentle, sending him for a ride on another golden cloud.

”Aye,” he agreed sadly. ”Naught will. But had I been the man I look, methinks not e'en the spell would have stopped me from melting thee to a puddle.”

”For sure. Adept,” she agreed, pleased. She let him go, and he rolled over onto his own side of the snow with mixed emotions. ”But the demon I take will be ice, and his heart will melt not. He will be reduced to the performance le'el o' a demon's way with an ordinary demoness.”

”Aye,” Flach agreed. ”Dost that abate the onus o' all my consequences?”

”Aye, Adept!” she agreed. ”But I ne'er meant to make thee pay them; it were but fancy.”

He had suspected as much. Still, it was a relief. ”Thank thee, Icy. Methinks I will e'er regret I were not made a snow demon.”

”That be but natural,” she pointed out. ”Now needs must we sleep, for the morrow we meet the Pole.”

He had almost forgotten his mission, in the intrigue of his dialogue with the demoness. ”Aye,” he said, and closed his eyes.

But it was a while before he was able to make his way down from the golden cloud to the more ordinary bed of snow, and sleep.

The guard demons had to dig them out in the morning, for the storm had buried their tent in snow. Icy sat up and stretched and breathed the horrendously coid air that rushed in as the tunnel reached the tent entrance.

Flach saw the shoveler-demon staring. ”Icy, thy clothing,” he murmured ”Dost not want thy guards melting before we reach the Pole.”

”To be sure!” she agreed, delighted, and got up to fetch her clothing. Actually his warning was not well taken, because she could no longer cause males to heat enough to melt. But he was mindful of her father's caution; Flach's grown image was to discourage the demons from getting ideas about a woman who was intended for demonly princes, not guards.

”And thou too, lover,” Icy said mischievously, glancing back at him.

Now Flach remembered that he was naked too, and that he had the semblance of a grown man. The guard demons could draw only one conclusion about what had gone on in the tent during the night. They would be wrong in detail, but perhaps not in principle. Had he been older, and colder...

He got up and dressed. Then they exited the tent, the demons gazing jealously at Flach, and got on the sledge. They had their breakfasts while zooming on toward the Pole. They played card games, and she skunked him continually. The consequences she demanded were always the same: she would wait till a guard was looking, then make Flach kiss her on the cheek or, sometimes, the lips, while she feigned reluctance. To the demons it would seem as if Flach were the one winning, and demanding the kisses from her. She wanted the world to know that she had made a conquest, and that the man had not died. All true, as far as it went. He wished it could be more than a mere game to her, and more than an impossible dream to him. He had understood the principle of mating, but had never before properly appreciated the intense lure of it, or the utter fascination a woman could represent for a man. Already he knew that it would take a very special woman to fulfill the longings Icy had seeded in him. Would there be any such, when he grew up?

”There it be!” she abruptly exclaimed.

Flach looked, surprised. There in the middle of the plain was a pole sticking in the snow. It was disappointingly simple, a mere column of ice with spiral ridges down its length. The oddest thing was that it was half in shadow. They drew up to it and halted.

”What now?” Icy inquired. ”I realize that thy mission must seem a paltry thing, after my love, but surely thou dost have aught to do here?”

The guard demons fidgeted at this seeming confirmation of their suspicions. The demoness was truly enjoying herself.

The problem was that Flach had no idea what to do. The message had simply told him to come here. What now, indeed?

He walked over to the Pole. He touched it.

Immediately the Pole rose. A circular panel of ice came up, revealing a hole beneath. There were stairs going down.

”A cave 'neath the Pole!” Icy exclaimed, delighted. ”Ne'er suspected I this!”

Neither had Flach. But rather than seem uncertain, he squatted, ready to climb down the first big step. There had to be something for him in here.

I don 't like this, Nepe thought.

”Adept, ne'er would I gainsay thee, since thou mastered me,” Icy said timidly, for the guards were close by, nervously watching the hole as if afraid a fire-breathing dragon might put its head out. ”But I intuit some mischief.”

Flach shrugged as if indifferent to mischief. ”Dost think my mission takes me not here?” he asked.

”I fear it as I fear a fire lake,” she said. ”It be not hostile, yet it be deadly. O my love, go not into that hole!”

She exaggerated her sentiment, of course, but underneath she did have some concern. He was glad to accept the pretext for caution. ”I will humor thee by being most careful,” he said gruffly. The guards nodded; this was the way to handle a beautiful woman with foolish notions.

He peered into the hole, his eyes adjusting to its darkness. Now he saw a rope stretched along the stairs, going down out of sight. Its upper end terminated in a loop. A trap for his foot? Would it close about his ankle and haul him roughly into the depths?

”Willst humor me just a trifle more, my hero?” Icy inquired submissively. He was coming to appreciate just how docile a woman could make herself seem, when she chose. Nepe was making avid notes. ”Let me drop aught inside, to see what stirs.”

”What could stir, here at the Pole?” he asked, hoping she had an answer.

”I know not, great one,” she confessed prettily. ”But thou hast beaten me so badly at cards, requiring only kisses as penalties, which in truth be not burdensome at all when they be thine-” Here she paused to bat her fine icy eyelashes at him adoringly. ”I feel I must repay thee by in some way ensuring that thy bold foot slip not on those dire steps leading I know not where.”

”As thou wishest,” he said generously. Her worry was infectious; was there some threat there? Then why would his father send him here without warning?

Icy took a handful of snow and dropped it into the center of the hole. It powdered down, drifting slightly in the breeze, half of it bright in the daylight, half fading in the shadow that cut across the Pole, But as it pa.s.sed ground level, it slowed and then halted.

They stared at it. The trailing fluff continued down, but the leading snow was hovering in place, not landing on the highest step.

Flach peered closely at the phenomenon. ”It be moving down, but slowly,” he said. ”I pose this as a riddle for thee, fair one: what be the meaning o' this?” He hoped she had an answer!

”I thank thee for this chance to try my skill at what thou has already fathomed,” she said contritely. ”Methinks this be a slowspell, that harms not who enters it, but slows him down so that what seems ten minutes to him be an hour outside, mayhap more. An thou go in there, we could wait long 'fore thou dost emerge.” She raised her great eyes to him. ”My love, I doubt I can wait that long for thee!”

That's one clever doxie! Nepe thought. A slowspell! She must be right.

”And how wouldst thou have me accomplish my purpose within, timid demoness, an thou be so impatient for my return?” Flach asked sternly. This was a game he could get to like!

”Why, methinks I would have thee pull on the cord,” she said. ”And bring out what lies within to thee, here in normal time.”

Flach stared at the loop at the end of the rope. Not a trap, but a pull-cord! That made perfect sense!