Part 40 (1/2)

”Still, you must be the key. I came here, and it's a cube; maybe you can make it return to tesseract form. Names relate.”

Tessa smiled. ”I wonder how Cory's relates? Her full name is Corybant. It means a wild dancing spirit.”

”I'm too awkward to dance,” Cory said, embarra.s.sed.

”But you know, names do relate,” Ryver said. ”Cube found this cube, and she had to gather nine Companions. There must be some reason for all of us. Tessa must be part of the key, but she can't do it alone. Maybe Cory is another part of the key.”

”Wild dancing won't help,” Cory said sourly.

”How do you know?”

There was most of another silence, which Karia again managed to catch just as it ended. ”Perhaps it is so. We don't know the rules of magic here; they could be anything. Maybe dancing would cause the tesseract to be restored.”

”Maybe by all of us,” Ryver said. ”Maybe that's why all of us are here. To be part of the magic dance.”

”I can't dance,” Cory said. ”I ruin any dance I try.”

”So do I,” Ryver said. ”I'm all feet.”

”We don't know any dances,” Melody said.

”We haven't learned the steps,” Harmony agreed.

”So we just make the music,” Rhythm concluded.

”n.o.body ever wants to dance with me,” Cube said.

”And how is Drek supposed to dance?” Metria asked. ”He doesn't have any feet.”

”So that's out,” Ryver said.

”Perhaps not,” Karia said. ”There is a kind of dance that does not require intricate or beautiful body motions, or memory of patterns. All it needs is following directives as they come. It's called square dancing.”

”Square--as in cube?” Ryver asked. ”As in tesseract?”

The centaur nodded. ”Perhaps that does relate.” She sent a glance around to the others. ”Shall we try it?”

Cube shrugged. She wasn't at all sure this would work, but she had no better idea.

”A square dance requires four couples,” Karia said. ”Four men and four women. Since we have eight females and only two males, and one of the latter can't dance, we shall have to make do with some subst.i.tutions. Shall I make a.s.signments?”

”Girls have to play boys?” Melody demanded.

”Some will,” the centaur agreed.

”Not us!” Harmony protested.

”But for the purpose of the dance--”

”Yuck!” Harmony concluded.

Karia rolled her eyes so sweepingly they almost fell out of her head. ”You three will be girls,” she conceded. Then she turned to the others. ”You are amenable?”

The others nodded.

”Cube, you will be a male,” Karia said. ”Dance with Melody. Metria, dance with Harmony. Ryver, dance with Rhythm. She will enchant your feet just enough to enable you to do it.” She sent the little Princess a look that required agreement. ”Cory, dance with Tessa. Form your couples.”

The three Princesses ran to join their partners, and Cory and Tessa were already together. Cube had known she would not be cast as a woman and was resigned. She suspected that Cory was similarly resigned; she was the tallest member of their party, and not pretty. Metria seemed to be handling it well enough; maybe her sense of mischief sufficed. She had a.s.sumed the aspect of a portly middle-aged gentleman.

”I will direct the dance,” Karia said. ”Drek will watch the thread and seek to follow it. The moment he makes it, we will follow, for the way will be open. The rest of you must focus on the dance, for if it is to be effective, it must be accurate. Keep dancing, whatever happens, until I say it has ended.”

The centaur did seem to know what she was doing. Cube almost found a modic.u.m of confidence. Half a modic.u.m, anyway.

”Couples form a square, facing each other,” Karia said, and made spot adjustments so that they got it right. Cube and Melody faced Metria and Harmony, with the other couples forming the sides of the square.

”Now there are certain basic actions, which we will rehea.r.s.e first,” the centaur continued. ”When the dance starts, you will do them when I call them out. The important thing is that they be done together; a square dance is a pattern, most esthetic when performed precisely. You need have no concern for what is past or what is coming; it is ongoing. Simply listen to my calls and it will go well. Now the first action is 'swing your partner.'” She directed them in that, and soon Cube was swinging Melody competently. Other actions were do-si-do, promenade, and balancing. When they had these straight, Karia asked for music. The Princesses got together and generated loud square dance music from a spot in the air above the square. Now they were ready to dance.

”Set in order,” Karia said. ”Balance to your corner.” Cube turned and did the leg swinging motion facing her corner, who was Rhythm. As they finished, she faced the girl's partner Ryver briefly. He was dancing competently, his partner having enchanted his clumsy feet as directed. Cube smiled at him, beginning to enjoy this. To her surprise, he smiled back. Then she really enjoyed it.

”Swing your partner.” Cube turned back to swing Melody.

”Gee this is fun,” the girl said.

”Promenade.” Cube and Melody linked arms the prescribed way and stepped around in a circle, in time with the others. She could see that it did form a pattern, an artistic whole. There was pleasure in that too.

Meanwhile she saw that Drek was elongating along the nearby thread, getting close to it, facing its entry into the wall. If, somehow, this dance made it possible to enter the realm of that wall, he would be ready.

The dance intensified. Not only was Cube getting into it, she saw that the others were too. There was something about the music, the beat, the pattern, and the partic.i.p.ation that was exhilarating. She had never been a great dancer, but she could follow directions, and the basic forms were easy. She saw that this was true for Ryver, who did not need fancy footwork, and Cory, who did not need to be short, and of course the girls. Even Metria in her jolly coachman guise was smiling. There was pleasure in unity, and doing things together, making the patterns. They were being melded into an artistic whole. Too bad they didn't have an audience!

Something happened. At first Cube thought it was merely her joy of the dance; she was feeling giddy as she moved through the forms. For one thing, she even got to do-si-do with Ryver on occasion, though both had male parts; not everything was male-female. The dance seemed to be transcending itself, becoming something larger, more significant. But soon she realized that it was something beyond it. The very air seemed to be coming alive.

Drek was disappearing into the wall.

”Promenade!” Karia cried. ”Along the thread!”

They followed the thread--right through the wall and into the adjacent cube. Along a path, until they came to a broader section. They formed the square again, bowed to their partners, and ended it.

There was a burst of applause. Startled, Cube looked. People were all around them. The folk of this realm had come alive! The bad spell had been broken, and the tesseract had been restored. All through the magic of the dance.

They broke it up, breathlessly congratulating each other. Suddenly Cube was being hugged--and realized with amazement that it was by Ryver. ”We did it!” he said. ”We danced and won.”

They had indeed. But for the moment all Cube could think of was being held by Ryver. What absolute joy!

Chapter 13: Amber Dawn.

Of course the good folk of Tesseract World insisted on feting them all with a great party, and they insisted on learning how this marvelous magic square dance was performed. It turned out that they had been aware of their predicament, but unable to do anything about it. The collapse of their four-dimensional reality into three dimensions had happened in less than an instant, rendering them helplessly timeless. Until they were restored by the dance troupe, and they were duly grateful.