In Other Worlds

wind muted as they caught the wake of the jumpship's ascent.
The thornwing hurtled with acceleration, riding the drag wind of the large craft. Its grip slackened with its acceptance of the lift, and Carl slid low enough in its coiled grip to see beyond the skeletal frame of the thornwing to the vista looming ahead.
The clouds on all sides brailed into azure radiance, and the whirlpool of the tearing winds opened into a luminous cornucopia. The jumpship tipped away, and they caught the drift of a fallpath through the bright ring of the Cloudgate and into the glare of the Welkyn.
Far off along the wheel of Carl's sight, black spheres clotted the spaces among the skyles. That was Galgul. The atmosphere around it was soiled with the vapors steaming from the seams of the City of Pain.
The blood banging in his skull drummed louder with the thought that Evoe could already be in the alien city, suffering. His tension was conveyed to the thornwing, and its grip squeezed more snugly. The charge in the air from their passage through the Cloudgate flickered bluely on the thorntips of the creature, crackling as it spun away from Galgul, strong as a shout.
Carl had known from the instant he recognized the thornwing that it would take him to the eld skyle that had reshaped his life, and his soul was a ferment of questions, rage, and pain. But. the Welkyn calmed him.
The silvery light smashing against the featherbraided clouds was entirely diferent from the dusky cloud towers of Midwerld. Rainbows sheeted the spaces between skyles, and even the undersides of the forested asteroids were bright with ambient light.
The return journey to the eld skyle turned his thoughts back to his first flight through the Welkyn. He had been smallminded then, unready for the marvelous, a fool of the unexpected. And he saw then that in
his despair for Evoe he had almost wholly returned to his clangorous selfishness. That insight dispelled his anguish, and he returned to his staring senses.
Carl hung in the thornwing's sky alert as a hawk, studying the wilderness of skyles drifting by All at once, vision jumped. His whole body flinched, though their flight was smooth. He didn't understand what he'd experienced, until it happened again some long while later. While he was following the forest pattern of a skyle, it vanished in an eyeblink and he was seeing a new panorama. He hadn't passed out. He had passed through.
A word trembled into his awareness. Lynk. He'd heard the word before . in conversation with wizan. Lynks were corridors that connected far-apart points in the Werld. Midwerld had few lynks, and that's why Carl hadn't thought much of it before. The languageinstilled knowledge informed him that the Welkyn became more and more populated with lynks near the eld. The topmost lynks were the ones of the eld skyles used to plant their spores in other universes, for the outmost lynks connected with the cosmic stream through the center of the ring singularity. But here in the Welkyn, the lynks interconnected. Somehow the thornwing knew how to find the lynks that would take them to one specific eld skyle among the millions.
Not long after this understanding, Carl recognized the dolmen slabs of rock squaring the shape of the eld skyle that had re-created
him. The thornwing dangled him out over the dragon-long lake, and he saw himself cliff-faced, bearded and rugged as a Viking in the water's slick surface before it dropped him.
The water was hot. It seared his eyeseams and earholes and stung his lips. He held his breath and curled into an upward stroke. But he wasn't rising. The
water that he remembered as being firmly buoyant was pressing him down.
His held breath went stiff in his throat and skewered the back of his mouth. He retched with the impulse to breathe, his arms and legs flailing for the air. But down he went. And soon after the glaring pain in his eyesockets vapored into nervelight, the last of his breath spurted out of him and the hot fluid of the skyle pierced his body.
His horror squealed with pain. All sensation, every pinpoint cell of him, squeezed out its agony. And he went dead.
Nothing.
Then darkness healing to the darkest blue.
"Welcome back, Carl," the solemn voice of the eld skyle sounded through him. Its familiarity struck him alert in the deaf-and-dumbness.
" I see you've changed a great deal within yourself," it noted, and Carl gleamed with the affection he heard there.
"Eld skyle?" Carl thought with all the mental power he could focus through his dead-stillness.
"Not so loud."
"Sorry" Carl responded reflexively. "Eld skyle-am I glad to see you."
"Because you think I can help you recover your beloved Evoe-is that right?"
"Can't you?"
"Of course. That's why I had you returned to me. I am, I told you, a five-space consciousness. I know your needs better than you do."
Carl felt like a lab animal, floating in stillness, stripped to the flatness of his life. He glowed with relief. "It's good to be back. But I can't stay long. Evoe's been taken away from me by the zotl. They could be pain-sowing her now" "Not yet. But soon."
"Eld skyle-please, help me." Carl's desperation flared before the blankness of his' suspension quashed it.
"I need you, too, Carl."
The absurdity of that thought dumbfounded Carl. "For what? You're a five-space consciousness."
"But I can't move in three-space. You must move for me."
Carl hung silent, becalmed with curiosity.
"I need your full and absolute cooperation in this venture." Its voice went still as the hum of an electrical storm. "You do indeed have free will, Carl Schirmer. And if you misuse it now, you could destroy a world. Your world."
Carl missed two beats. "Earth?"
"Then you do remember earth? It certainly remembers you. ZeeZee thinks of you quite often. Your abrupt departure has had a profound effect on him. You recall, he was a scientist. Well, what spoor you left behind before coming here has forced him to some very cutting conclusions."
"Zee-" Carl's soul squirmed. "That's the past, eld skyle. I need your help now, with Evoe"
"You're also frequently in Caitlin Sweeney's thoughts," the eld skyle continued, heedless of Carl. "You were her friend, her one
real friend, lost devilishly, taken in an ungodly way into the Unknown. Her drink has gotten the best of her now, and the Blue Apple is about to be closed. Sheelagh can't run it without you."
Those names jolted Carl like blows. "I don't want to go back to them. What are you talking about?"
"You are going back, Carl. I need something, and I want you to get it for me."
"What is it?"
"Three point five tonnes of pig manure."
A zest of levity sparkled through –Carl. "Three point five tonnes of pig manure," he echoed.
"Yes, Carl. That is the medicine I need to survive. My ecology is off. I've been toxifying for over a century now, and you're the first one to come through me with the chance of helping me. I need to introduce a certain kind of organism, a bacterium, that will redress my biokinesis and stop my body's degradation. That organism does not exist in the Werld. But it does on earthin pig manure."
'And Evoe?"
"If 'you get me the pig manure, I'll help you get her back from the zotl."
"There's not enough time."
"No, Carl. You are wrong. Here in the Werld, there is all the time there ever was. I have the means to return you to earth for as long as is necessary, then bring you back here in only moments of Werld time."
Carl's mind prickled with thoughts. "Why are you telling me all this about pig manure now? Why didn't you just send me for it when I first arrived?"
"And not introduce you to Evoe? Risk your staying on earth and leaving me here alone, sick and dying? No, I had to be sure you would return." "