Part 27 (1/2)

”Tokens?”

”We may not tell thee more now,” EH said. ”For thou must go out again amidst the enemy, and the secret be not secure there. But thou shallst see they be not harmed. Now do the two o' you come w' me, while Flach takes his leisure at thine apartment. The wolf will show thee there, Adept.”

Sirel a.s.sumed girl form. ”It be all right, my Promised,” she said to Flach. ”We knew we came not here for naught. We will see thee presently.”

Flach watched them go with dismay. This was not at all what he had expected.

The wolf head guided him down another tunnel to a chamber that turned out to be very much like a Proton room. There was a video screen and a bed and a machine for dialing food. ”I thank thee,” he said shortly to the wolf head, dismissing the creature. He felt like a prisoner.

Alone, he turned on the screen. It did not have any input from outside, unsurprisingly; the time barrier stopped that. It did have an a.s.sortment of canned entertainments and educational programs.

He turned it off, lay on the bed, and pondered. The North Pole must have been a similar warren, that he had never before his trip there known of or suspected; the elders were good at keeping secrets when they wanted to. That had been slow time, so if the Green and Black Adepts had gone there at the same time the animal heads came here, it would have seemed like only a few minutes, perhaps, though a month pa.s.sed outside. Meanwhile, here, it had been ten years! Plenty of time to get it in shape for company.

But what were they going to do with fresh ”tokens” from Sirel and Alien, and the Hectare seed? He had hoped to have the answer to prior riddles once he got here, but instead he was encountering only greater mysteries.

Disgruntled, he lay there for a time, and then he slept.

He woke as Sirel and Alien returned, both in human form. ”See, we be fine!” she exclaimed. ”It were but a bit o' tissue from each, and we be done.” She changed to wolf form, and back, so that he could see she hadn't changed.

”But we be captive here, for three years,” he reminded her.

”Whate'er it takes to free our realm,” she said brightly. She looked around. ”This be like Proton!” She became Troubot, in straight machine form. ”Exactly like Proton,” the robot said from a speaker grille.

Alien became his Proton self, 'Corn, fully human. ”Yes, it is true.” He returned to his Phaze self. ”But methinks I prefer to sleep hanging from a rafter.” He reached up, took hold of a convenient plank, and became the bat. He flipped neatly over and caught the wood with his feet.

”And thee?” Flach asked Sirelmoba. ”Dost thou be similarly satisfied?

”Aye,” she said. ”Because I be with thee.”

His bad mood eased. It could indeed have been worse.

She joined him in the bed for the night, evidently feeling naughty, because in neither her machine nor wolf aspects did she use a bed. She tickled him, and the rest of his bad mood dissipated. She wasn't exactly Icy, but she was his Promised, and in due course that would be far more significant than anything he had done with the demoness.

The three of them were kept so busy they hardly had time to be bored. They were subjected to a full program of education in all the things of Proton and Phaze, but especially in music. This amazed Flach again. He liked music, for in his unicorn form he was a natural musician, with the sound of the recorder. But why were they all being trained to be expert in different instruments?

”There must be reason,” Alien said philosophically, and Sirel agreed. Indeed, the two, who had not a.s.sociated with each other much before, were turning out to be surprisingly compatible. Flach was the odd one out.

So, increasingly, for the cla.s.ses, he turned the body over to Nepe, who was more patient about such things. That had another advantage: it attracted Alien's attention, for he had always been sweet on Nepe. Thus Nepe was the center of attention, because Sirel's other self Troubot liked her too.

One of the things they learned in detail was the scientific nature of Proton. For this all three of them a.s.sumed their Proton ident.i.ties, because it was mind-bendingly complex in some aspects.

Proton seemed like a planet orbiting a star, but it was not. Not exactly, anyway. It was a black hole companion to the star, far smaller and denser than it seemed. The light from the star touched its sh.e.l.l and whipped around it to depart at right angles, leading to strange optical effects. The globe rotated on an axis pointed to the star, so that the South Pole should have been unbearably hot and the North Pole unbearably cold. They were hot and cold, respectively, but not to the degree they might have been, because of the bending of the light; the south got less and the north more than otherwise. The hemispheres of day and night were east and west, clearly demarked at the North and South Poles, where the line of their contrast actually crossed. That was what Flach had seen as a shadow over half the North Pole. That shadow slowly turned counterclockwise, with the clockwise rotation of the globe. At the South Pole the shadow would seem to turn clockwise. There was a complex explanation for just how the light of the sun appeared to be coming from above the equator when actually it was whipping around the tiny black hole inside the planetary sh.e.l.l, but they didn't pay much attention to this. After all, magic made all kinds of illusions seem real. So at night they looked at the stars, not caring what devious route their glitters took. There was a chamber whose ceiling was one-way invisible, so that they could see the day and night skies, though no creature on the surface could see down into the Pole Demesnes. That was enough.

But a greater anomaly was the orientation of the two sides of it. Most planets, being round, had lands and seas extending all the way around, continuously. Thus they had no west or east poles. Proton had such poles-because they were the limits of the original curtain between its aspects. Beyond those Poles was Phaze, the other side of the planet. But this other side had not been apparent, because it was in the realm of magic. Proton and Phaze were similar geographically, and in their fundamental natures, but the laws by which things operated differed. Yet they remained connected, with the happenings and creatures of one tending to form alignment with the happenings and creatures of the other, as interpreted by their natural laws. Between the two had been the curtain, which few folk could cross. That curtain had wandered in seemingly curvaceous fas.h.i.+on across the planet, from East Pole to West Pole. But when a person crossed it, he crossed to the equivalent nexus on the other half of the planet. This had been the only effective connection between the universes of science and magic, for three hundred years.

When the Adept Clef merged the frames, he had in effect caused the magic hemisphere to slide around the planet to overlap the science hemisphere. Because they were fundamentally similar, they had been compatible, and the sets of selves had become individual folk with alternate natures. But this had changed the face of the planet. With its two sides merged, it lacked anything on the far hemisphere. Now there was nothing there.

That was why there was no reference to the far side of the planet. No one could go there, for anyone who stepped over the edge would fall into the black hole and never return. A short distance beyond the four Poles, the world ended. The old fear of Earthly navigators that they might sail off the edge of the flat world and be lost was valid here. Only on the doubled sh.e.l.l that was the residential continent with its peripheral waters was life possible.

The plan to save the planet (half-planet sh.e.l.l) was simple in essence, if not in detail. It was to slide the doubled sh.e.l.l around to the far side of the black hole, which was in the fantasy universe. Actually this wasn't exactly a physical thing, because the sh.e.l.l already rotated around the black hole, making day and night feasible in their fas.h.i.+on. It was in relation to the aspects of the hole, which transcended normal physics. When the sides had been separate, the curtain had served as the crossing point from science to magic. Now there was no such avenue; a bit of the magic frame was caught within the science frame, so was accessible by other creatures of the science universe. That was the problem with the Hectare. But if the sh.e.l.l could be slid around to the fantasy frame, then it would be accessible by the creatures of the fantasy universe-and not by those of the science one. There might be horrendous magical menaces out there, but in the three hundred years the two sides of the planet had been parallel, the only exterior contact had been from the science side, so the magic universe seemed like a better bet.

But the playing of the Platinum Flute that had merged the sh.e.l.ls would not be enough to slide them both around. It was a general rule of magic that a particular spell worked only once for a particular person; only creatures who had evolved with alternate forms could change them repeatedly. The merger spell had been used, and would not work again, even if that were the one needed. What was needed was a slide spell, of such power as to move half a world-and the device to summon such magic and control it did not exist. Neither did any person or creature with the ability to play it.

However, it had been ascertained that such a device could be crafted, in time, and that was being done. And a creature could be generated to play it-and that was being done. So the years necessary for each were being spent under the Poles. Only the proper elements were needed, at the right time-and this was what Nepe and Flach were coordinating.

”But why are we being trained to play music?” Nepe demanded.

”Two reasons,” the bear head in charge of the cla.s.s growled. The three children had learned to understand all the animals well enough, as time pa.s.sed. ”First, there is a need for decoys, in case the Hectare catch on; they must not know which person or creature is the one who will play. Similar iridium flutes are being crafted, only one of which is magic, so that if any are destroyed, they will be decoys. Second, you may be needed to accompany the player, for it will be a complex tune. Your flutes may not be magic, but if they help support and guide the true flute, they are essential. You must play well enough to enable the true one to play perfectly, for the fate of the frames depends on this.”

Now they understood, and continued their practice with greater enthusiasm. The three, playing lovely iridium flutes together, generated quite pretty and intricate melodies. Nepe and Flach knew that they were not as good as Grandpa Stile or Blue, and certainly not close to the Adept Clef, but they could make the animal heads pause in whatever they were doing, to listen until the melody ended.

So the time pa.s.sed, and they did not find it dull. The animal head children joined them in the cla.s.ses, eager to learn about the outside realm they had never known. For a self-sustaining community had come here, complete families, giving up their lives on the surface. All to accomplish the plan to free Phaze from alien exploitation. It was apparent, if there had ever been doubt, that there was an enormous and dedicated complement involved, with Flach and Nepe only one little part. But if they failed, the entire effort would come to nothing.

Suddenly, it seemed, they were older. Sirel came into her first season. Flach would have been satisfied to wait indefinitely for it, so as to remain her Promised, but it was not to be. ”I need you, Barel,” she said, and though he remained young-about eleven in human terms-he knew it was true. Indeed, her readiness was acting on him, making him mature, at least when in wolf form, rapidly.

They went into a private section of the ”park”-a region of honeycombed tunnels where edible plants grew magically in twilight-and there as wolves accomplished in a moment what endless prior experimentation had not approached. Suddenly they were Wolf and b.i.t.c.h, adults by the standard of that society, and their Promise was fulfilled. Never again would there be this between them; like brother and sister, they had only familial interest in each other, and their shared experience.

They a.s.sumed their human forms again, and found themselves still children. But now they knew that their innocence of childhood was over, and that stage by stage, inevitably, they would discard their fancies of youth and a.s.sume increasingly those of the adult state.

”Yet still we be friends,” Sirel reminded him wistfully.

”Aye,” he agreed. ”Forever friends.” And he discovered that the thing he had feared was not actually a loss, but a portal; behind were the things of childhood, and ahead were the things of the adult state. If, for example, he were to travel again with the lovely demoness Icy, and she teased him with her luscious body again, wrapping her legs around him as she pretended to instruct him on the delights of his far future, he would have a potent response! But perhaps more likely, and more important, he could now orient on adult relations.h.i.+ps, seeking that one who would share his future in the way his dam shared his sire's. It was a dawning but exciting prospect.

Sirel evidently was having a similar realization. Their friends.h.i.+p had not suffered, it had merely changed its nature. They now understood each other and themselves and their culture in a more significant way.

Suddenly, it seemed, their tenure here was done. Three years had pa.s.sed, and it was time to return to the normal realm, Flach had grown so accustomed to this society that he almost regretted it; there had been comfort in living with the animal heads, and he had made friends with the animal head children. But he had not forgotten his mission.

”Remember,” Eli warned him. ”Outside it be but a week past. Thou willst have to hear thy third message, and do what it directs, whate'er it be; we know not.”

”But Sirel and Alien-what o' them?” he asked.

”The main part o' their missions were accomplished at the outset,” Eli said. ”But an thy message tell thee to keep them with thee, then that must they do. An it be other, then they be free for their own devices-until thou dost need them at the end.”

”We would partic.i.p.ate further in thy mission,” Sirel said, ”an we can. But too would we remain with each other.” For after Sirel had achieved her maturity and abated the Promise, her interest in Alien had changed. The two had been friends; slowly they became more than friends. They could not relate intimately in their animal forms, but could in the human form, and it looked very like a rare wolf-bat romance. That could bring trouble with their subcultures, but after the robot-unicorn liaison that had generated Flach, acceptance might be easier.

”An I have a choice, will I keep ye two with me,” Flach said.

”And gi'en that choice, will we remain with thee,” Alien said.

So it was agreed. The three embraced, and made their preparations for departure. They bid farewell to the animal head children they had known so well for three years, and packed supplies, and of course their three iridium flutes.

They left by the same spiral pa.s.sage they had arrived by; it was the only avenue to the regular realm. The Hectare stood guard as it had three years before, standing off the Pole. Eli had a.s.sured them that it was the same one; the animals had kept watch. That meant that the deal should hold. Indeed, as the three emerged and walked past, the creature took no seeming notice. But after they cleared the Pole and shut its lid, it moved across and stood over it again. That was signal enough.

They walked back to where the unicorns and semi-human companions had waited. They were there; the firefly was first to spy the approaching party and alert the others.

”But these are older!” Echo exclaimed.

”Three years older,” Flach agreed. ”Time be changed, under the West Pole, as it be under the North Pole, only it accelerates. We have lived and grown.”