KNIGHT OF SHADOWS (10 page)

In other words, you don’t know either:

Not for sure, but I make my living as a sensitive guesser.

I reached high, grabbed handholds, drew myself up to another ledge.
 
I followed it for a time, climbed again.
 
At length the sun went away, and it made no difference in my ability to see.
 
Darkness and light changed places.

I scaled a five- or six-meter irregularity and halted when I finally got a look into the recessed area it rose to.
 
There was an opening in the face of the mountain to its rear.
 
I hesitated to label it a cave because it appeared artificial.
 
It looked as if it had been carved in the form of an arch, and it was big enough to ride through on horse-back.

What do you know, Frakir commented, twitching once upon my wrist.
 
This is it.

What? I asked.

The first station, she replied.
 
You stop here and go through a bit of business before moving on.

That being?

It’s easier just to go and look.

I hauled myself up over the edge, got to my feet, and walked forward.

The big entranceway was filled with that sourceless light.
 
I hesitated on the threshold, peered within.

It looked to be a generic chapel.
 
There was a small altar, a pair of candles upon it sporting flickering coronas of blackness.
 
There were stone benches carved along the walls.
 
I counted five doorways apart from the one by which I stood: three in the wall across from me; one in that to the right; another to the left.
 
Two piles of battle gear lay in the middle of the room.
 
There were no symbols of whatever religion might be represented.

I entered.

What am I supposed to do here? I asked.

You are supposed to sit vigil, guarding your armor overnight.

Aw, come on, I said, moving forward to inspect the stuff.

What’s the point?

That’s not a part of the information I’ve been given.

I picked up a fancy white breastplate which would have made me look like Sir Galahad.
 
Just my size, it seemed.
 
I shook my head and lowered the piece.
 
I moved over to the next pile and picked up a very odd-looking gray gauntlet.
 
I dropped it immediately and rooted through the rest of the stuff.

More of the same.
 
Contoured to fit me, also.
 
Only-

What is the matter, Merlin?

The white stuff, I said, looks as if it would fit me right now.

The other armor appears to be of a sort used in the Courts.
 
It looks as if it would fit me just right when I’m shifted into my Chaos form.
 
So either set would probably do for me, depending on circumstances.
 
I can use only one outfit at a time, though.
 
Which am I supposed to guard?

Il believe that’s the crux of the matter.
 
I think you’re supposed to choose.

Of course! I snapped my fingers, heard nothing.
 
How slow of me, that I need to have things explained by my strangling cord!

I dropped to my knees, swept both sets or armor and weapons together into one nasty-looking heap.

If I have to guard them, I said, I’ll guard both sets.
 
I don’t care to take sides.

I’ve a feeling something isn’t going to like that, Frakir answered.

I stepped back and regarded the pile.

Tell me about this vigil business again, I said.
 
What all’s involved?

You’re supposed to sit up all night and guard it.

Against what?

Against anything that tries to misappropriate it, I guess.
 
The powers of Order-

or Chaos

Yeah, I see what you mean.
 
Heaped up together that way, anything might come by to grab off a piece.

I seated myself on the bench along the rear wall, between two doorways.
 
It was good to rest for a bit after my long climb.
 
But something in my mind kept grinding away.
 
Then, after a time, What’s in it for me? I asked.

What do you mean?

Say I sit here all night and watch the stuff.
 
Maybe something even comes along and makes a pass at it.
 
Say I fight it off.
 
Morning comes, the stuff is still here, I’m still here, Then what? What have I gained?

Then you get to don your armor, pick up your weapons, and move on to the next stage of affairs.

I stifled a yawn.

You know, I don’t think I really want any of that stuff; I said then.I don’t like armor, and I’m happy with the sword I’ve got.
 
I clapped my hand to its hilt.
 
It felt strange, but then so did I.
 
Why don’t we just leave the whole pile where it is and move on to the next stage now? What is the next stage anyway?

I’m not sure.
 
The way the Logrus threw information at me it just seems to surface at the appropriate time.
 
I didn’t even know about this place till I saw the entrance.

I stretched and folded my arms.
 
I leaned my back against the wall.
 
I extended my legs and crossed them at the ankles.

Then we’re stuck here till something happens or you get inspired again?

Right.

Wake me when it’s over, I said, and I closed my eyes.

The wrist twitch that followed was almost painful.

Hey! You can’t do that! Frakir said.
 
The whole idea is that you sit up all night and watch.

And a very half assed idea it is, I said.
 
I refuse to play such a stupid game.
 
If anything wants the stuff, I’ll give it a good price on it.

Go ahead and sleep if you want.
 
But what if something comes along and decides you had better be taken out of the picture first?

To begin with, I replied, I don’t believe that anything could care about that pile of medieval junk, let alone lust after it - and in closing, it’s your job to warn me of danger.

Aye, aye, Captain.
 
But this is a weird place.
 
What if it limits my sensitivity some way?

You’re really reaching now, I said.
 
I guess you’ll just have to improvise.

I dozed.
 
I dreamed that I stood within a magic circle and various things tried to get at me.
 
When they touched the barrier, though, they were transformed into stick figures, cartoon characters which rapidly faded.
 
Except for Corwin of Amber, who smiled faintly and shook his head.

“Sooner or later you’ll have to step outside,” he said.

“Then let it be later,” I replied.

“And all your problems will still be there, right where you left them.”

I nodded.

“But I’ll be rested,” I answered.

“Then it’s a trade-off.
 
Good luck.”

“Thanks.”

The dream fell apart into random images then.
 
I seem to remember standing outside the circle a little later, trying to figure a way to get back in....

I wasn’t certain what woke me.
 
It couldn’t have been a noise.
 
But suddenly I was alert and rising, and the first thing I beheld was a dwarf with a mottled complexion, his hands clasped at his throat, lying unmoving in a twisted position near the armor pile.

“What’s going on?” I tried saying.
 
But there was no reply.

I crossed and knelt beside the short big-shouldered guy.
 
With my fingertips, I felt after a carotid pulse but couldn’ t locate one.
 
At that moment, however, I felt a tickling sensation about my wrist, and Frakir-phasing into and out of visibility-made her way back into touch with me.

You took that guy out? I asked.

There came a soft pulsation then.
 
Suicides don’t strangle themselves, she replied.

Why didn’t you alert me?

You needed your rest, and it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle.
 
Our empathy is too strong, though.
 
Sorry I woke you.

I stretched.

How long was I asleep?

Several hours, I’d judge.

I feel kind of sorry about this, I said.
 
That scrap heap isn’t worth somebody’s life,

It is now, Frakir answered.

True.
 
Now that someone’s died for the stuff have you gotten the word as to what we do next?

Things are a little clearer, but not enough to act on.
 
We must remain until morning for me to be certain.

Does the information you have include anything on whether there’s food or drink available in the neighborhood?

Yes.
 
There’s supposed to be a jug of water behind the altar.
 
Also a loaf of bread.
 
But that’s for morning.
 
You’re supposed to be fasting throughout the night.

That’s only if I take this whole business seriously, I said, turning toward the altar.

I took two steps, and the world started to come apart.
 
The floor of the chapel trembled, and I heard my first sounds since my arrival; a deep growling, grating noise came from somewhere far beneath me.
 
A horde of colors flashed through the air of this colorless place, half blinding me with their intensity. Then the colors fled, and the room divided itself.
 
The whiteness grew intense in the vicinity of the archway by which I had entered.
 
I had to raise my hand to shield my eyes against it.
 
Across from this, a profound darkness occurred, masking the three doorways in that wall.

What…is it? I asked.

Something terrible, Frakir replied, beyond my ability to access.

I clasped the hilt of the blade I wore and reviewed the spells I still had hanging.
 
Before I could do any more than that, an awful sense of presence pervaded the place.
 
So potent did it seem that I did not feel that drawing my blade or reciting a spell was the most politic action I might take.

Ordinarily I’d have summoned the Sign of the Logrus by then, but that way was barred to me also.
 
I tried clearing my throat, but no sound came forth.
 
Then there came a movement at the heart of the light, a coalescing....

The shape of a Unicorn, like Blake’s Tyger, burning bright, took form, so painful to behold that I had to look away

I shifted my gaze to the deep, cool blackness, but there was no rest for my eyes in that place either.
 
Something stirred within the darkness, and there came another sound-a grating, as of metal being scraped on stone.
 
This was followed by a powerful hissing.
 
The ground trembled again.
 
Curved lines flowed forward.
 
Even before the brightness of the Unicorn etched its lineaments within that mighty gloom, I realized it was the head of a one-eyed serpent which had come partway into the chapel.
 
I shifted my gaze to a point between them, catching each within my peripheral vision.
 
Far better than any attempt to behold either directly I felt their gazes upon me, the Unicorn of Order and the Serpent of Chaos.
 
It was not a pleasant feeling, and I retreated until the altar was at my back.

Both came slightly farther into the chapel.
 
The Unicorn’s head was lowered, horn pointed directly at me.
 
The Serpent’s tongue darted in my direction.

“Uh, if either of you want this armor and stuff,” I ventured, “I certainly have no object-‘

The Serpent hissed and the Unicorn raised a hoof and let it fall, cracking the floor of the chapel, the fracture line racing toward me like a streak of black lightning and halting just at my feet.

“On the other hand,” I observed, “no insult is intended by the offer, Your Eminences-“

Wrong thing to say-again, Frakir interjected, weakly.

Tell me what’s right, I said, trying for a mental sotto voce.

I don’t- Oh!

The Unicorn reared; the Serpent drew itself upward.
 
I dropped to my knees and looked away, their gazes having somehow become physically painful.

I was trembling, and all of my muscles had begun to ache.

It is suggested, Frakir recited, that you play the game the way it is set up.