by Gabi Moore
“He knows now. Give us thirty seconds.”
They stepped into the elevator and waited. Dion noted again there was no door on the lift.
“They never saw the reason for an elevator door in this place,” Dion’s uncle explained. “Something to do with the family who leased the tower not wanting to be surprised. They put the elevator shaft in place, in case you wanted to know.”
The elevator began to move up and Dion saw the great hall disappear as they ascended up the shaft. Another room appeared with the next opening, but they continued to travel upwards. It was quite different from being in an elevator from where he came. Dion never liked elevators; he hated the sense of isolation they gave him. It was a discomfort being inside one. It gave him the eerie sensation he was trapped. In this case, it was different; a person could jump off the elevator and reach the floor while it still moved.
“So how did you find this place?” Dion asked his uncle. He continued to watch the floors fall away beneath him.
“The tower?” his uncle asked Dion. “It’s been here a long time. Some people claim it goes back to the third empire of….”
“No, this entire world. How did you locate this particular time circle?”
“Can’t give away all my secrets, Dion. If I did, how could I earn any money at all?”
The rest of the trip to the top was very quiet.
The elevator came to a rest in a small vestibule, which blocked the view of its floor. Dion noted most of the tower levels had partitions, which made it difficult to see inside them. He speculated the family who remodeled the original military installation wanted to have some privacy against whoever used the lift. Keeping the service door of the elevator open alerted everyone to their presence. The partitions didn’t allow the elevator occupants to see what was happening on the other side.
“Level nineteen,” his uncle announced. “The nursey. Here is where we get off.” Seth Bach stepped out of the elevator.
“I haven’t tried to summon any elementals in this place,” Dion said to his uncle. “I don’t feel their presence here. Do our elemental manipulation abilities work in this place at all? If they don’t, why did you bring me?”
“You can summon elementals from your time circle,” his uncle explained, “but I wouldn’t do it unless you need to do so. There are limits to what you can do. It takes a long time for the energy level to reestablish itself every time you bring one of them over. So once you summon the earth elementals, for instance, you won’t be able to do it again for months. You can call the air or any other elementals right away, but the same limitations apply. You’ll need all of them, once the grandmaster returns, to take care of the problems we have. Ah, there is the stairwell upstairs and you’ll get a firsthand look.”
His uncle strolled past a shelf full of toys and went into the passage. Dion was directly behind him as he climbed the stairs. Dion glanced back at the nursery and noticed everything was covered with a layer of dust.
“Haven’t been any births around here in years,” he explained. “Those sisters are the last ones and they don’t seem interested in breeding. Guess the kingdom will take this place back once they’re gone. Too bad, it would make a nice mansion for the right people.”
Dion looked down. The tunic they’d given him felt a little bit strange. Perhaps the servants would have his clothes dry by the time they returned to the great hall.
All hell was breaking loose when they walked into the level above them, which Dion learned was dedicated to storage. They walked into a group of men who were desperately trying to reinforce the door on the other end of the room. Four of them held it tight while the rest hammered some more boards in place. From the other side, the sounds of growling and screeches could be heard. The door vibrated from whatever pushed against it.
One of the men turned around and Dion noticed the face of one of a security guard fired by his uncle. He was one of the ones replaced by the fire elementals back in the mall yesterday. It appeared they had a new job in a similar line of work. Plaster shook from the walls as something slammed against the other side of the door.
“Mr. Bach,” the man shouted. “We have a problem here. They started to pound this door an hour ago. I don’t know what started it. Oh, hello, Dion, what are you doing here?”
“An hour ago?” his uncle stated. “Right when my nephew arrived. Funny how they can find out these things. Oh, well. Do you have all the important things moved down to the ground level?”
“We salvaged what we could,” another man said to him. “I think we should reconsider holding this level.” The door slammed forward another inch.” Dion noticed twenty men in the other side of the room, which was almost bare of any items.
“Then have everyone retreat to the nursey and block the door down to it. I don’t want to go back further because they’ll have access to the elevator shaft.”
“Those beasts are too stupid to know how to use it,” one of the other men holding the door yelled.
“Inform me if there are any new developments,” his uncle told the man. “We’re going back down to the great hall.” There was another heavy slam from the other side of the door and one of the men was tossed to the ground from the impact.
“I don’t like a fall back,” his uncle explained to Dion. “Don’t know what else we can do. They can’t go anywhere but down. As long as we hold them off until the grandmaster returns, we’ll be okay. She left to get something she needed to send them back to the abyss.”
“What happens if she can’t send them back?” Dion asked his uncle.
“Then we lose the tower and make for the gate that took you into this time circle. I don’t want to make a run for it in this weather, but better the storm than those fiends on the other side of that door.”
His uncle seemed to be afraid of what lay on the other side, so Dion didn’t ask any more questions about them. He didn’t say anything else until they were half-way down to the great hall in the lift.
“How long have those former mall guards been keeping the tower safe from what was up in the tower?” Dion asked his uncle.
“About two months,” his uncle replied. “After the first month, the Mahen sisters’ couldn’t field any more tower guards to contain them and everything I tried to send those them back didn’t work. Since I needed to get rid of those guards at the mall, I made them an offer to transfer somewhere else at a better pay rate. I tried to locate Karanzen, their former post lieutenant, but he was gone.”
“Two months? I was at the mall yesterday when they were let go! What are you talking about?”
“Time runs different in this circle,” his uncle explained. “Don’t worry about the return; I can put us all back two seconds after you left.”
This was the second time he’d heard about the time discrepancy. Was it even true?
The elevator stopped at the bottom of the great hall. Dion and his uncle stepped out of the open door and returned to the long table next to the fireplace. The same group of people was still sitting next to the fire. As Dion sat down next to his parents, he noticed a pair of serving women place bowels down. Dion made a point to thank the lady who set his service out in front of him.
“So did you have any further trouble in the tower?” Kiley Mahen asked Dion’s uncle. “You weren’t up there very long.”
“They’re about to break through,” he told her. “I ordered the guards to abandon the warehouse and work on the next barricade to the level instead. Most of the important materials were transferred down to the warehouse, so that is no concern.
“If they could break through to the nursey,” Susan Mahen spoke, “and then they could get to the next level.”
“And so on,” commented her sister Loris. All three sisters shook their heads.
“Sometimes I wish I wasn’t born the oldest,” Kiley spoke. “It’s my duty to see this tower is preserved. Without the tower, we won’t have a purpose as a family.”
“With no heirs,” Dion’s mother pointed
out, “you won’t have much of any future.”
“We’ve been over this before,” Susan grumbled to her. “All of us have to be married at the same time or there will be arguments over the succession lines. We’re young enough. Once we get this matter resolved with Queen Lilith and her horde, we’ll return to finding suitable matches.”
The window to their right lit with another lighting strike, but they ignored it. “You needed my brother’s schemes to increase your endowment,” Dion’s father mentioned to them. “Right now your fortune is in decline. What happens when your money runs out?”
One of the sisters was about to say something when they heard footsteps approach the table from the stairs. Dion turned and saw a small man carrying a lantern in one hand walk to the table and bow. He looked up and spoke in a soft, muffled voice that was still loud enough to hear.
“Excuse me, ladies,” he said to the sisters. “It appears you have some unexpected guests.”
Chapter 7
“Please let us know the nature of these guests,” Kiley said to him. She leaned back in her chair, but Dion noticed she never took her eyes away from the newcomer, nor did he look away from her.
“A bus has broken down outside in the storm. “There are ten members of a women amateur writing club on their way to Shedreck. They are down stairs removing their rain cloaks. Shall I have them come upstairs?”
“Ten women?” Loris said to her sisters. “This is unexpected. What in the world is a tourist bus doing around these parts? We hardly ever get any traffic through here.”
“Writers,” Susan rolled her eyes. “Tell them to come up here and join us. Also, have the cooks bring some more bowels. I’m sure they’re hungry. They always are.”
The man bowed low again and walked back down the stairs. Dion noted he didn’t turn his back on the sisters until he reached the stairwell.
“That was Rudy,” Kiley explained to him. “He’s been a retainer with our family before any of us were born. He almost raised us. Mother and Father were gone on business much of the time and he became the only parental figure we knew.”
“He is deaf, in case you didn’t notice,” Susan, the youngest sister, spoke. She adjusted her green gown and continued to eat the stew.
“You have to make sure he is looking directly at you,” Loris added. “Elsewise he can’t understand what you say. Rudy reads lips, but can’t hear a thing.”
“Was he born deaf?” Dion asked her.
“No, his hearing was normal until he was eight. He came down with a fever that lasted for weeks. He survived it, but lost his hearing as a result. This all happened before any of us were born.”
“Where are we going to place all these women?” Susan asked her sisters. “We have those creatures on the top level tying to work their way down and now a whole group of women who will need care.”
“Send one of the mechanics out in the morning and have them look at the bus,” Kiley recommended. “That man Giles can do miracles with his tools. Maybe he’ll know how to fix a bus.”
“Do you have any motor vehicles here?” Dion asked them.
“Of course not!” Kiley snapped at him, her red lips quivering.
“Not on your life,” Susan added.
“Disgusting things,” Loris chimed in. “See, even the one they used broke down. A team of horses wouldn’t break down if you treat them right.”
A noise came up the stairs. It consisted of a group of voices, all female, which merged together in one disharmonious collection. The people who sat at the table turned to look as the women from the bus flooded up the stairs and into the great hall. The woman pointed at the hangings on the wall, commented to each other about them, and marveled at the carvings of gargoyles around the arched ceiling. The seemed to be a mixed bunch, but at least they were dry and not dripping water everywhere.
“The laundry will work overtime tonight,” Susan commented. Dion could see she was like her sisters, but still had trouble getting a word in as the youngest.
Rudy the manservant emerged out of the crowd and bowed to the women at the end of the table. He held a piece of paper in his hand.
“Permit me to introduce the Potson Women Writers’ Circle,” he announced. “The maids have their wet cloaks downstairs and will transfer them to the laundry room. I have the names of them all here; there are at least ten, so I wrote them down in advance.”
He looked closely at the paper. “Ladies, please present yourself to the Mistresses of the Tower of Eternal Peace when I call out your names. Let’s see first we have Madam Kris Brown, followed by Teresa Wati, and Sondasha Martin.” The three women, still laughing about some private joke stepped forward and curtseyed. “Next we have Beth Ravi, Bernice Cosmo, and China Masters.” They did the same, although with less formality. “We also have Deborah Khalil, Betty Mook and Mary Tangent. Lastly, I am pleased to present Kristen Malor, who, I believe is the bus driver and organizer of his excursion.”
He turned to the crowd. “Ladies, may I present the Mistresses Mahon; Kiley, Loris and Susan.” The women at the table stood up, bowed and returned to their seats.”
“So we must ask,” Kiley said to them, “what brings you to the tower this time of the year. It’s the rainy season and most people choose to stay away from this part of the river when the storms begin.”
“I thought it would be a good idea for everyone to get out for a weekend,” the woman called Kristen Mar explained. “We’re bored and not running into much in the way of inspiration. I planned to drive the bus over to see the Ruins of Tarish, but we took a wrong turn at the pass. When we ran into the storm, I decided to make for the tower once I saw the lights in the place. We’re grateful for you being here.”
“And we’re glad we could be here for you,” Kiley continued to speak. “I’m hoping the storm dies down by the morning and we can get one of our mechanics to look at your bus. I understand it broke down outside?”
“The very moment we pulled up to the bridge. I looked at the bridge and couldn’t make my mind up if I should attempt crossing over it with the bus. The bus made the decision for me when the engine died. I couldn’t start it up, so we decided to cross the bridge one at a time.”
“Good decision,” Kiley commented. “That bridge is old and needs replaced. I don’t think it would have held the weight of your bus. Or a large group of people. But you’re here and that is all that matters.”
“How do you manage to survive out here so far from any settlements?” one of the women asked her. It was the young black woman who was known as Sondasha Martin. She appeared to be still in her teens and was dressed in an expensive jacket and skirt combination that matched the spike heels she wore. “We didn’t pass up too many farms on our way to this part of the valley.”
“We manage,” Kiley responded. “Somehow we pull through every year. Not too many tenant farmers left out here. Most have moved on to the city. This tower once guarded the entire mountain pass, can you believe that? Air power made it redundant and our families leased it from the kingdom a long time ago.”
“Did your family put the elevator shaft and plumbing into it?” another woman in the group asked. This was the one known as Beth Ravi, who was a large white woman. Dion felt she had to be a schoolteacher of some kind from the way she carried herself.
“All of the improvements you see here were made by our family,” Kiley told her. “This place was stark and barren when our family leased it. It was used by the military for a thousand years or more. Think of it, a thousand years as a military garrison. Not much in the way of accommodations for the troops who had to be ready at any moment to march out and defend the kingdom.”
“Is this where the Battle of Blood River was fought?” another one of the women questioned. She was Mary Tangent. With her thick glasses and prim manner of speaking, Dion felt she must be some kind of academic.
“No, that was the river which flows into this one, about fifty miles upstream. This was the tower that defended the troops of Melk
or the Obvious from Brandon the Less. You may have read about it in the history books. The battle raged for days until Melkor and his mercenaries retreated back across the mountain pass.”
Dion heard some surprised sounds from the crowd. This had to be some important battle, which he wouldn’t know about. It didn’t matter, as the women seemed to understand what Kiley Mahen talked about. They would be just as confused as he would if he took them to his time circle and tried to talk about the Battle of Bull Run.
More people joined the mob inside the great hall. Dion saw a group of servers move emerge from the stairwell to the warehouse move into the hall. They swerved around the women who’d broken into individual groups discussing what to do next. He noticed the servants wore the same tunics he’d been given once his wet clothes were removed. Although the women from the bus were all wearing gowns, it seemed the basic clothing styles in this world were similar to the ones from the Middle Ages back on his world. There was a strange blend of styles and technology. Some of which he could recognize from his own time period, others which made no sense to him.
This time there were three servants, all men. The oldest one approached the table, bowed just as the others did, and spoke directly to Kiley. “My lady,” he said, “we have a problem with the lift. It doesn’t seem to be responding as it is supposed to. We have the mechanics working on it right now. In light of the seriousness of our current condition, we felt it advisable to let all of you know.”
“Can the lift be used?” Kiley asked him. “As you can see, we are flooded with unexpected guests this evening.” She paused when a clap of thunder drowned out the sound before she continued. “How bad off is the lift? Do we need to order parts again?”
“The mechanics feel they can have it fixed in a few hours. In the meantime, no one should use the lift. The last thing anyone would want would be an accident.”
“I’d advise to shut it down for the night,” Loris told her sister. “Remember what happened ten years ago? They never did find all the body parts when the cable broke.”
