Prince of chaos

I faced the nearest wall and extended my senses past it on a line of the spikard's force. We were not underwater or drifting on a sea of lava or quicksand. We seemed to be in a wooded spot.

So I walked toward the wall and passed us through it when we got there.

Several paces later, in the midst of a shaded glade, I looked back and beheld a grassy hillside, with no singing coming from beneath it. We stood under a blue sky, orange sun nearing its top. There were bird and insect sounds about us.

«Marrow!» Glait exclaimed, unwound herself from my arm and vanished into the gasses.

«Don't stay away long!» I hissed, trying to keep my voice low; and I led Gilva away from the hill.

«Merlin,» she said, «I'm frightened at what I've learned.»

«I won't tell anyone if you won't,» I said. «If you'd like, I can even remove these memories before I send you back to the funeral.»

«No, let me keep them. I can even wish there were more.»

«I'll figure our location and get you back before you're missed.»

«I'll wait with you while your friend hunts.»

I half expected her to continue, «…in case I never see you again,» what with the near skateboarding of Tmer and Tubble off this ever-mortal helix. But no, she was a demure and well-bred battle-maid - with over thirty notches on the haft of her broadsword, I later learned - and she was above stating the distasteful obvious in the presence of her possible future liege.

When Glait returned after an appropriate time, I said, «Thanks, Gilva. I'm going to send you back to the funeral now. If anyone saw us together and wants to know where I am, tell them I said I was going into hiding.»

«If you do need a place to hide…»

«Talk to you sometime later perhaps,» I said, and I sent her back to the temple at the edge of everything.

«Good vermin,» Glait remarked, as I commenced my shift humanward. (It's always easier that way for me than the demon-shift.)

«I'd like to send you back to Sawall's sculpture garden,» I said.

«Why there, Masster Merlin?»

«To wait for a time, to see whether you behold a sentient circle of light. And if you do, to address it as Ghostwheel and tell it to come to me.»

«Where shall I tell it to sseek you?»

«That I do not know, but it is good at that sort of thing.»

«Then ssend me. And if you are not eaten by ssomething bigger, come tell me your sstory one night.»

«I shall.»

It was the work of but a moment to hang the serpent back in her tree. I've never been sure when she's joking, reptilian humor being more than a little strange.

I summoned fresh garments and garbed myself in gray and purple. Fetched me blades long and short then, also. I wondered what my mother might have been up to in her chapel, but decided against trying to spy on her. I raised the spikard and regarded it for a moment, then lowered it. It seemed possibly counterproductive to transport myself to Kashfa when I was uncertain how much time had passed and whether Luke was actually still there. I took out my Trumps, which I had had along in my mourning garb, uncased them.

I located Luke's, focused upon it. Before too long it went cold and I felt Luke's presence.

«Yes?» he said.

«That you, Merle?» at about the same time as his image swam and altered, causing me to see him mounted and riding through a part-blasted, part-normal countryside.

«Yeah,» I answered. «I gather you're no longer in Kashfa.»

«Right,» he said. «Where're you?»

«Somewhere in Shadow. How's about yourself?»

«Damned if I know for sure,» he responded. «We've been following this black path for days - and I can only say `somewhere in Shadow,' too.»

«0h, you located it?»

«Nayda did. I didn't see anything, but she just led me on. Eventually, the trail got clear to me. Hell of a tracker, that gal.»

«She's with you now?»

«That's right. She says we're gaining on them, too.»

«Better bring me through then.»

«Come ahead.»

He extended a hand. I reached forward, clasped it, took a step, released his hand, began walking beside him, a pack horse to the rear.

«Hi, Nayda!» I called, to where she rode at his other side. A grim figure was mounted upon a black horse ahead and to her right.

She smiled.

«Merlin,» she said. «Hello.»

«How about Merle?» I said.

«If you wish.»

The figure on the dark horse turned and regarded me.

I halted a death strike that ran from reflex to the spikard so fast that it scared me. The air between us was smudged and filled with a screeching note, as of a car grabbing pavement to avert collision.