Part 44 (1/2)

”Back!” Cube rasped, uns.c.r.e.w.i.n.g the lid. ”And out.” She got the lid off. The fetor intensified. She was out of breath, because her chest didn't want to inhale. This stuff must have been spoiling for centuries!

Charles oriented on the alley and charged. Cube held the jar out front, fogging the air with its miasma. The goblins turned green, which was something normally impossible for them, and fell to either side, gagging. The game preserve was defeating even their madness.

The goblins thinned out, and they galloped back the way they had come, toward the center of the city. They reached the court with the quant.i.tea--Cube groaned mentally and corrected herself--quant.i.ty of teas--and swerved around to proceed forward out of the city. But the turn was too sharp for her; she started to fall out of the saddle, and had to drop the jar and grab the horn. The jar smashed on the ground behind them.

”Oh, no!” Cube wailed. ”I lost our defense!” For the horrible odor was rising and spreading out like an evil cloud, preventing any pursuit from behind, but more goblins were appearing in front.

Then another bulb flashed in the darkness, making the goblins blink. She had an idea!

She put her hand to the pouch. ”Drek,” she said.

The dragon slid out and came to rest on the ground beside the horse. ”It's okay, Seren,” she said quickly. ”Drek Dragon is a friend. He'll help us escape. Drek, this is Seren Horse, another friend. We're surrounded by crazy goblins and need to clear them out so we can escape this city. We need to clear the way with a bad smell.”

There was the odor of perfume. Drek was pleased to be asked.

Cube was desperate. ”Touch him, Seren,” she said.

Drek flinched, his tail knotting up. The perfume faded, to be replaced by a smell not unlike the game preserve.

”Onward!” Cube cried. ”We've got to get out of here!”

The horse leaped forward. Cube hung on to the horn. They galloped down the street past the tea dais.

”Come on, Drek!” Cube cried. ”Follow us!”

The dragon followed--and the goblins did not follow him. In fact the goblins ahead of them got an early whiff of stench and tumbled over themselves to escape it. The way cleared.

Soon they escaped the stone city and were back in the forest. Charles slowed to a walk, breathing hard, and Drek came up behind.

”I'm sorry I had to do that,” Cube called to the dragon. ”We needed a stench to brush back the goblins, and you weren't making it. Charles's talent is to give folk painful muscle spasms.”

Drek a.s.similated that. For a moment the stench got worse. Then it faded to perfume. He understood the necessity.

”Now we're going to Castle Zombie to make a delivery,” Cube said. ”You might as well ride; you have helped enough.”

Drek nodded, and soon slid back into the pouch.

They moved on through the night, and finally found the enchanted path. They were safe, and should be able to make it by dawn.

Indeed, as the darkness slowly faded in the east, they came into sight of the decrepit castle. ”One thing about this,” Cube said. ”They won't be remarking on our smell.”

They stopped at the drawbridge. They had found the thread again, but hadn't been able to see it in the darkness; now it showed the way across the moat.

A zombie came out to intercept them. ”Hals.h.!.+” it said.

”I am Cube,” Cube called. ”I have a delivery for Breanna of the Black Wave. It's urgent.”

”Breanna'sh nosh seeing anyone,” the zombie said.

”She'll see me.” Cube urged the horse forward across the bridge. He hesitated, tested it with his hoof, concluded it would hold despite its appearance, and trod across.

”Noo,” the zombie protested.

The sun was getting ready to rise; they could not afford to get hung up here. ”Do it,” Cube murmured.

The zombie fell, grabbing a leg. They moved on into the castle.

The thread led upstairs. ”Maybe I'd better go alone, from here,” Cube said. ”But don't go away, Seren; I'll be back soon.” She dismounted. Then as an afterthought she summoned Metria. ”Will you keep Seren company?” she asked as the demoness emerged. ”I don't think he's fully comfortable in Castle Zombie.”

”Who else is?” Metria asked. ”Come on, you handsome beast; we'll tour the premises.”

Cube followed the thread up the stairs. It led to a closed door. Cube knocked. There was no answer.

She had half a notion what the problem was, so she opened the door and entered the room.

It was a nursery. A dark young woman was sitting in a rocking chair, holding a still bundle. Tears were running down her face and puddling on the floor.

”h.e.l.lo,” Cube said. ”I have a delivery to make.”

The woman's eyes opened. ”Go away. I'm in hopeless grief.”

”You must be Breanna. I am Cube. Here is my delivery.” She put her hand into the pouch. ”Amber,” she murmured.

Baby fingers grasped her forefinger. The infant came out. She floated up into the air, a tenuous soul gathering in its nebulous substance. Very little of the soul had been on Zombie World; the rest had to be drawn in from the remnants left along the way.

Breanna's eyes focused on the soul. ”You're delivering a ghost?” she asked bleakly. ”The ghost of my dead baby?”

”Not exactly. This is the soul of your live baby.”

”My--!”

The soul, now complete, oriented and floated to the bundle in Breanna's arms. It overlapped it, then infused it.

The bundle stirred. The baby cried.

”For sure!” Breanna said in glad wonder.

”The stork got confused,” Cube explained. ”Somehow it delivered the body here, and the soul to Castle Zombie on Zombie World. I happened to be pa.s.sing through, so I brought it here.” As she spoke, the first light of the rising sun showed, sending a beam slanting through the window. ”Her name is Amber Dawn, because of her color and the time of her delivery. Her magic talent is to produce a sticky resin that can trap debris, insects, enemies, or whatever else it contacts, hardening and preserving them for later use. I understand her father was a tree, so that relates.”

”Amber Dawn,” Breanna repeated blissfully. ”Oh, I'm so glad! I thought she was dead.”

”I made it in time,” Cube said. ”It had to be by dawn.”

”By dawn,” Breanna agreed.

”I'll be on my way now,” Cube said. ”I'm sorry I had to break in on you, but the delivery just couldn't wait.”