The Gates of Creation

Rintrah said, “Why don’t we just climb the mountains and watch our father drown?”

Wolff shook his head. “No, Chryseis is in there.”

Rintrah said, “What is that to the rest of us?”

“Urizen will have flying craft,” Wolff said. “If he escapes the palace in one, he will pick us off. Even if we should hide from him, we would be doomed. He has merely to leave us here. Eventually, this world will be flooded. We will be trapped, perhaps to starve again. No, if you want to get away from here and back to your own universe, you will have to help me kill Urizen.”

He said to Theotormon, “You were allowed a little freedom while you were his prisoner. If we could find the area you know, we could better avoid traps.”

“There is an entrance at the bottom of the sunken garden, which is now a pool,” Theotormon said. “That would be the best way to enter. We can swim up to the levels that are not yet flooded. If we avoid contact with the floor and walls, we can prevent setting off the traps.”

They plunged into the water and, hugging the sides of the pool to avoid the impact of the falling waters, swam around behind the cataract. It was easy to locate the door, since a current was roaring through it. They let it sweep them through until they came to a staircase. This was broad and built of sculptured red and black stone. They swam up it and after many turnings, came to another level. This, too, was flooded, so they continued their ascent. The next floor was inches deep in water and filling swiftly. The Lords climbed on up the stairs until they were on the fourth story.

Urizen’s palace was like every Lord’s, magnificent in every respect. At another time, Wolff might have lingered to look at the paintings, drapes, sculptures, and treasures, loot of many worlds. Now he had but two thoughts. Kill Urizen and save his great-eyed wife, Chryseis.

Wolff looked around before giving the word to advance. He said, “Where’s Vala?”

“She was behind me a moment ago,” Rintrah said.

“Then she’s in no trouble,” Wolff replied. “But we may be. If she’s sneaked off to join Urizen…”

“We’d better get to him before she does,” Luvah said.

Wolff led the way, expecting at every second a trap. There was, however, a chance that Urizen had not set any here. Undoubtedly, there would be defenses at every entrance. But Urizen may have thought himself safe here. Moreover, the water pouring through from above and below might have deactivated the power supplies. Whatever contingency Urizen had prepared himself for, he had never thought of another planet’s seas emptying themselves into his domain.

Theotormon said, “The floor above is the one where I was kept prisoner. Urizen’s private apartments are also there.”

Wolff took the first staircase they came to. He walked up slowly, looking intently for signs of traps. They came without mishap to the next floor and then stood for a moment. The closer they got to Urizen, the more nervous they became. Their hate was beginning to be tinged with some of the old awe they had felt for him when they were children.

They were in a huge chamber, the walls of which were white marble. There were many bas-reliefs carved on them, scenes from many planets. One showed Urizen seated on a throne. Below him, a new universe was forming out of chaos. Another scene showed him standing in a meadow with children at play around him. Wolff recognized himself, his brothers, sisters, and cousins. Those had been happy times, even though there were shadows now and then to forecast the days of hate and anxiety.

Theotormon said, “You can hear the rumble of the water above. It won’t be long until this floor, too, is flooded.”

“Chryseis is probably held in the same area in which you were prisoner,” Wolff said. “You lead the way there.”

Theotormon, his rubbery legs acting as springs, went swiftly. He traced bis way without hesitation through a series of rooms and halls that would have been a bewildering labyrinth to a stranger.

Theotormon stopped before a tall oval entrance of scarlet stone with purplish masses that formed ragged silhouettes of winged creatures. Beyond was a great chamber that glowed a dull red.

“That is the room in which I spent most of my tune,” he said. “But I fear to go through the doorway.”

Wolff extended his spear through the archway. Theotormon said, “Wait a minute. It may have a delayed reaction to catch whoever goes in it.”

Wolff continued to hold the spear. He counted the seconds, estimating how far within the chamber he would have gone if he walked on in. There was a flare of light that blinded him and sent him reeling back.

When he regained his sight, he saw that his spear was shorn off. Heat billowed out from the expanding air in the chamber, and there was the odor of charred wood.

“Lucky for you that most of the heat was localized and went upward,” Theotormon said.

The trap covered about twenty yards. Beyond that the room might be safe. But how to get past the death that waited?