The Big Meow

Rhiow fluffed up in rage and horror as Anya Harte advanced slowly on Dolores. All sharp edges, that voice had been at the restaurant and the party, always looking for someplace to put the knife in. And now she had a place. It’s as we thought: she was behind what happened to Dolores at the party. And what she realized she hadn’t finished there, now she’ll finish here, as a sideshow to the main event… and a sop to her jealousy. Well, we’ll see about that —

“How blind did you have to be,” Anya said as she came closer and closer to the struggling Dolores, “not to see that Ray and I weren’t going to stop being an item just because some fan magazine said we were? You really shouldn’t believe everything you read. You have to know that the studio came down on him after some rumors got around about here…” She laughed again. “But Ray’s too much his own man to toe the line. Of course he was going to pretend to be doing it at a party full of industry types. But off the record…. nothing has changed.”

She was almost within arm’s length now, and the torchlight glinted redly off the hair-thin edge of the obsidian knife. “And if you think a dim little piece like you is going to distract Ray from me for a minute, even if the world is about to end or whatever tomorrow, then you… think…wrong.”

She lifted the knife. Dolores, gasping in shock, watched its upward arc as Anya lifted it with a dreadful smile on her face. Rhiow glanced over at Sif, caught the answering glint of fire in her eyes, reached back into her mind for the shieldspell she’d been readying to lay the groundwork for what would follow —

And from the darkness came a sound that brought all heads around, even Dagenham’s. It was a low, moaning, rumbling sound that scaled slowly up into a roar, and then past that into a long, furious, bubbling scream. And out of the darkness, into the horrified silence that fell, into the torchlight, came slowly stepping something earth-colored, four-legged, long and low, with slowly twitching tail and eyes that unnaturally concentrated the torches’ light. Every ehhif in the circle stared, frozen in shock, as the biggest California mountain lion they had ever seen – a massive dun shape with dark muzzle and paws — stalked out of the darkness and into the ring of stones, and stood there, just shy of the spell circle, with eyes of green fire locked on Anya Harte.

The lion screamed again. The sound was matched by more ehhif screams, male and female, as the huge tan-and-dark shape leapt clear over the spell-circle and came down hard on the far side, between the rings of stones.

Rhiow stared in wonder, caught a flicker of those eyes. Rhi, their owner said, laughing grimly, what’s the matter? Don’t you recognize me when I’m not wearing Elie Saab? And Helen Walks Softly pushed herself up from her landing crouch and made for Anya Harte and Dolores.

The circle broke, ehhif fleeing into the dark in all directions, one torch falling over. One of the ehhif holding Dolores let go of her and fled. The other pulled her out of the circle a short distance, followed by Anya Harte in a flurry of swirling robes, a brief, violent tangle. Arhu, Hwaith, Rhiow cried silently, look for the word, listen for it — !

All the minds around her were in turmoil, ready for rummaging. Rhiow looked around for Dagenham. When things started to happen, he’d stepped back hastily into the darkness: now she spotted him heading for the door —

There already, Urruah said from the shadows down that way. One of the robed figures who’d made it to the door ahead of the others was yanking on it fruitlessly, unable to budge it: Urruah had spoken to the door and its frame and convinced them to be one piece for the moment.

The lion-scream behind them broke up the brief struggle between Anya, Dolores and the acolyte who’d been holding Dolores still. Anya and the other robed figure now fled into the darkness in two different directions: Dolores fell. Helen leapt past her, after Anya, batted at her with one huge paw, missed –

Hwaith! Rhiow called. Arhu! What have you got, there has to be something–

Nothing, Rhiow! It’s not a word –

Can’t See anything, Arhu said, sounding distressed. Wait, Rhiow, look out, Dagenham — !

Helen skidded, turned, leapt toward him, but not quite fast enough. Dagenham was running back toward the circle, with that small dark object in his hand. He threw it —

The dark thing flew across the circle and came down on the last spot, the one still-empty receptor site, drawn there as certainly and immediately as steel to the magnet. It looked like it had been a heart once. Now it was a stone. It hit the spell diagram and the stone cracked open lke an egg. Sluggish black blood gushed out —

Rhi. The strings — !

As quickly as if a switch had been thrown, the hyperstrings all around them were bending inward, writhing toward the stones as they’d seemed to have been writhing away from them before. This is it! Hwaith said. This is when the one from outside’s supposed to come through –