But he went back to the far half of the map, composed himself, and said, ‘Pilgrim. Pretend you are the Dragon-god. If you did not know it yet, you do now: there are two of you. Levaal North has one, Levaal South has its twin. The two Dragons, their minds, push against each other with almost identical force. It is a war ages older than man. Where their willpowers meet is World’s End, also called the Conflict Point. The forces are in perfect balance, a balance which resembles peace.
‘That is, they were. Until the Pendulum effect began. And Avridis the fool started it, this time.’
‘This time?’
‘Oh yes, it has swung before, but never when humankind was here to witness it, or be destroyed by it!’ Blain laughed his bitter, unhappy laugh. ‘When worlds collide, boy, fragile little lives like ours do not live through the shaking, crushing ruin. Everything will change. We won’t survive it if it reaches that point. None of us will survive.
‘I do not cast war magic, boy, but I do illusions of vision and sound. Watch!’ Blain muttered something, and what looked like a small silver ball, hung from the ceiling by a gossamer-thin thread, appeared in the air above the table. It hung directly over the world map’s central divide. ‘When the force gets going it swings like a pendulum,’ said Blain. ‘Each swing represents an intrusion of one world into the other. Small, at first. An insect crawling could begin it. Then two insects crawl back from the other world. The swing a touch more forceful. Back and forth, back and forth it goes. Avridis began it, or made it worse, when he played around belowground, making Tormentors. You know of their making?’
‘We are told the beasts are people, warped by bad airs,’ said Far Gaze.
‘Yes,’ said Blain, staring into the distance, leaning on his staff as though exhausted. ‘The thinnest trickle of bad airs it was, at first. We believe this particular poison magic is only found deep belowground on the far side. So far we’ve been proven right, and it’s good luck indeed.
‘Avridis made the crack bigger, wider. It took great effort, but it was how we learned the Wall could be brought down, with great enough force. No one had floated such ideas before. We discussed ways it could be done, but never agreed to do it!’
‘Why did he make the crack bigger?’
‘Making one or two Tormentors at a time was not enough. We wanted an army of them! Then we Strategists learned how difficult the creatures are to control, and wanted it to cease. He still wants an army of them; he still creates more of the things.’ Blain looked at Eric, and hesitated to speak.
‘I’ll say it for you,’ Eric said. ‘He wants to invade my world, when he feels he has finished with this one.’ He found the notion absurd, but now he wondered: if Engineers could make guns real, and could even make them in some sense living things, what could they do with other weapons of death brought into Levaal? With nuclear bombs, or magic versions of them far greater?
‘You guess well,’ said Blain. He spat as if annoyed.
‘And you would rather I hadn’t,’ said Eric. ‘You hope, with our help, to fend off whatever new threat may come from Levaal South, then carry out the same plans you had before.’
Blain waved a hand irritably. ‘I have not thought so far ahead. Forget that! It won’t happen. We won’t survive what’s coming.’ He looked up at the small hanging silver ball and, as though by his thought, it moved fractionally toward Eric’s side of the table. ‘Here is what happens. The far reality intrudes. A small amount, at first, perhaps long ago. Yet enough to set swinging.’ The ball moved a small way back toward the south. ‘We even sent people inside Levaal South, deep underground. One or two at a time, at first. A tiny, minuscule intrusion of our reality onto theirs. A small Pendulum swing. Back and forth, back and forth, far below the ground, as we sought advantage in a human squabble we had the hubris to call a war. We set the Pendulum swinging.’
‘Did you warn the Arch of this?’
Blain scoffed. ‘Of course. It was a fringe theory! For kooks and dragon cultists. I barely believed myself. From our little pushes the Pendulum built momentum of its own, an automatic force like a geological process, expressing itself through our deeds, our actions.
‘Avridis thought his motives were his own. He was unhappy with Vous, with the Project, with the god we were making. He was – we all were – displeased with the time and energy the war was costing us. Thinking himself the author of events, he formed plans to break down the Wall, believing fool visions fed to us through the Windows, fed by we know not what. My guess? The dragons deceived us.’
‘How?’ said Far Gaze sceptically.
Blain scoffed. ‘Please! If they can send a god insane, as they did Inferno, they can fool a human mage! The Wall’s ruin would solve many of his dilemmas, Avridis thought. But he had no more volition than a chess piece being shoved around a board. The Wall came down. A mass of our airs intruded on the southern realm. The Pendulum swung.’
The little silver ball grew larger, and swung slowly on its thin chain toward Eric. ‘A mass of foreign airs came in,’ said Blain. The ball, growing bigger, swung back toward Blain.
‘And now, a stoneflesh giant has crossed,’ said Blain with his joyless laugh. The silver ball grew larger yet and swung again toward Eric. Back and forth the growing silver ball swung, moving further each time. Blain leaned forward with his hands upon the map’s blank half. ‘What comes next, Pilgrim? What comes our way, when the Pendulum swings back? What of when the swings are not the minuscule back and forth of people, or people-sized beasts? Stoneflesh giants are mighty. A like-sized force will cross the barrier from Levaal South. Will it be a lone creature, or an army of small ones? Will it be airs filled with poison, or a mighty lord on his steed? How will it behave? How soon will it come? How do we stop the Pendulum swinging back from this side, so that a further swing is not caused? How do we trap the Pendulum here?’
The now large silver ball stopped on Eric’s side of the tabletop.
Blain said, ‘What of when the Pendulum swings become god-sized? What of when Nightmare, Mountain, and the others leave us, to make war on Levaal South? What then … comes … here?’
There was silence. Blain’s head slumped on his chest as though in grief.
‘And now we come to it,’ said Far Gaze, a gleam in his eye. ‘Eric. You are wondering why the dragons would do such things. Why they would set the Pendulum swinging, if indeed it was their doing? Well, what keeps the dragon-youth imprisoned? They are mighty beasts; why don’t they break free?’
‘The gods are their wardens, Pilgrim,’ said Blain miserably. ‘If the Pendulum swing gets momentum enough, our gods will cross the boundary. They will not be here to keep the dragons in their prison!’
‘Tell him what the dragons will do, when they are free,’ said Far Gaze.
‘Slaughter us,’ said Blain, with what almost seemed to be relish. ‘They may wish to stop the Pendulum from reaching its final swing, when the two great Dragon-gods themselves awaken, arise, and meet at World’s End. If that battle goes as past ones have, it will be a stalemate. Or perhaps this time, one or the other will win. Through countless ages they have battled this way. Each time it happens, it reshapes and reorders the world. The time, it seems, has come again. Unless we can stop it, it will leave a pretty handful of scales for Levaal’s next inheritors to use for barter! As for us, we will not survive.’
The silver ball had grown twice as big as a basketball now, and was swinging from one side of the map to the other. ‘You heard Stranger,’ said Far Gaze quietly. ‘The dragon-youth will kill all but a handful of us. That’s if we are very lucky, and if they mean it when they say that some of us will be Favoured.’
The silver ball became huge, passed once more over World’s End, and swung for Eric’s head. He ducked under it, then it burst into a thousand gleaming slivers, which scattered across the floor and vanished.
‘Why me, for Christ’s sake?’ Eric said under his breath.
SWING
1
The men across First
Captain Tauvene’s line could hear the escaped stoneflesh giant long after they could no longer see it through the veil’s murky curtain. Then its thundering footsteps ceased and for a while all was quiet.
Not far from nightfall something provoked the great creature. Its feet smashed down again but much harder than before, as though it struck blows at the foreign turf. The noise was like mountains collapsing, yet the ground on their side of the boundary did not shiver.
‘Hold!’ came the order, shouted down the line. Some had shuffled nervously forward of their positions.
They could hear it happen: beneath the stoneflesh giant’s feet the ground in Levaal South split. A great crevasse opened up, and hundreds of underground caverns were shaken. The men did not know this: that places which had for a long time been sealed off were now cracked open.
There was a hissing sound as poison filled the air and was pushed by some force across the barrier like an enormous red cloud.
2
‘So, Blain, what do you counsel?’ said Far Gaze. He looked out the window. There was the sound of distant rumbling like thunder in the south.
Blain hobbled away from the map and leaned heavily on his walking stick. ‘Have you considered that perhaps I came for counsel from you?’
‘Yes, I have,’ said Far Gaze, still staring through the window. ‘A curious notion. You’ll more likely have to be tortured till we know every secret you can tell us.’
‘Then I am no worse off,’ Blain said, shrugging. ‘I do not fear pain. I enjoy it.’
‘I suspect you’ll be indulged. It is not my decision.’
Blain shrugged. ‘My counsel, for what it’s worth. We have no hope but in what lies beyond World’s End. And hope lies there only because we know not what is there! As for this realm, we should slay Avridis, the Arch Mage. Vous you must leave for the gods. He will probably soon be among them. Stay out of his way, be glad you are far from him. But you must destroy his creator.’
Far Gaze turned to him. ‘And leave free a path for you to claim the seat of power the Arch will have been forced from. With our help.’
Blain seemed to shudder with anger. ‘Yes! Are you dense? It is a game! A serious game, but a game! I give up my freedom to you. A gambit, a risk. I do it to use you, and accept I shall be used in turn. Of course! That shall play out in time. For now our interests align. If we have a future, our interests may again conflict! But you will know more of me on that day, and shall be better armed to fight me. You I already know! So yours is the better bargain.’
‘But you don’t know of Shadow,’ said Far Gaze with a smile. ‘And that is what you have come to learn, under the guise of friendship. You are too used to dealing with mind-controlled people, Blain, and boot-lickers. Hand over your robe.’
Blain looked shocked. ‘No!’
‘You said you were our captive,’ Eric said. ‘You have a strange idea of what that means.’
‘Your robe,’ Far Gaze repeated. ‘I fought against the same dragon you sensed in the woods. Over days and days, I fought it. I am familiar with many tricks and illusions. You escaped Stranger but you won’t escape me.’
‘You did not defeat that dragon,’ said Blain with a mocking bark of laughter.
‘He survived the fight,’ said Eric.
‘Not deemed a threat? Bah! We are being foolish.’ Blain waved a hand irritably as if the entire situation could be in this way dismissed. ‘I need to send word out to Tauvene.’
‘To whom?’
‘A First Captain I stole. He’s at World’s End. If a stoneflesh has crossed, we should move the men away from there, and fast. I’ll leave, but I’ll return.’
‘You’ll go nowhere,’ said Far Gaze, rushing to block the steps which Blain had moved toward. ‘Give me that robe.’
Blain paused, the hand on his walking stick white from his grip, his whole body shaking with anger. ‘I do not surrender this robe,’ he growled. ‘I should have waited for the Mayor. Not dealt with a dimwitted soup-making dog.’ Blain shook so violently that cracks and splits appeared in his body as though it were made of plaster. The room was plunged into darkness. Eric saw thick streams of magic thread quickly down the steps, folding themselves around Blain like many long dark wings. His body fell apart and lay in cracked pieces.
A swirling white mist filled the room, spun in a circle around it. A great bird flew slowly through it with Blain’s ancient angry face atop its neck. A dog with Blain’s head upon it ran by so slowly it seemed to float. All manner of creatures appeared, all wearing Blain’s bearded face, forming a strange parade while his humourless mocking laugh echoed and rustled from many sources.
‘Have you seen illusions like this?’ something with Blain’s head and black bat wings asked Far Gaze. ‘Did your dragon do this?’ said something akin to a deer. Dozens of creatures flew, trotted, pranced in a wide circle, all at the same turgid pace. Blain’s bitter laugh clattered on and on in the background. Beams of light flashed through the white mist, like the colours from the Strategist’s robe.
Far Gaze crouched low by the window, staring hard through the mist. He sprang forward, driving his fist into the neck of a four-legged creature with a cream-coloured hide. Its flesh shattered like glass.
‘Answer me, you idiot shape-shifter!’ said the thing’s half-broken head on the floor. ‘Did your dragon do these tricks for you?’
3
‘Hold!’ cried an officer, perhaps the First Captain himself.
The men held, talking among themselves about the strange foulness which had filled the air. It was late, they had eaten and were supposed to be enjoying tales among themselves, or stealing a few hours’ sleep. The sky behind them was red, redder than normal.
There was a hissing sound. A strange light bloomed. Then a cloud fell on them, blotting out sight and sound.
For a time there was silence along the line, broken by coughing, then the air filled with screams.
4
Across by the window, in the mist filling the room, Far Gaze crouched like a hunter. Now and then he sprang up to strike at a passing illusion. His fist shattered something with feathered wings and Blain’s head. It fell in plastic-like chunks of flesh.
Eric trained the Glock on the creatures circling the room, trying to find the one that was really Blain, if indeed he was among them at all. He did not wish to fire. Each bullet was now rare and precious.
Loup appeared at the top of the steps. ‘Where’d Stranger go?’ he said, his voice barely audible above Blain’s bitter laugh.
‘Down here. She’s knocked out,’ Eric called back. ‘She tried to kill Blain.’
‘I don’t blame her!’ said Loup. ‘But someone’s done a handy bit of casting down there and we had a rule. Who was it?’ Loup came down the steps, took a look at the surreal parade. ‘What in Inferno’s blazes?!’
Loup stepped out of the way of something twice his height, with hooves and six thin legs. Blain’s face peered down at him from a long neck. It paused and left the circle, sniffing the folk magician, till he gave its hanging beard a hard tug and slapped its rump. In slow motion it rejoined the circle. Blain’s laugh went on.
Loup said, ‘Fool illusionist! What’s he done? Oh, you have to be careful with this kind of thing! They get lost in their own trickery if they’re not careful, lad. Well, now what?’ Loup stepped down and yelled above the noise of Blain’s laugh: ‘Now remember who you were! A fool old man in worse shape than me. Come on back! No need for all this, we’re not going to fight you. Just talk’s all we want.’
A goat with Blain’s head said, ‘Put away your little weapon, Pilgrim. Tell me of Shadow. And I’ll tell you of Shadow.’
‘Tell us, then!’ said Loup.
‘Vous made him real,’ answered a flying thing with bat wings. ‘He is Vous’s fear, come to life. Vous made him with the belief Shadow would be his ruin. And so he may. Shadow alone can do the task we need to do.’
‘What task?’ Eric said. Across the room Far Gaze pulled the head
from the goat they’d spoken to. It shattered into pieces. Blain’s laughter clattered on.
Something small as a seagull left the slow circular parade and perched on the stairway banister. From its head Blain’s hateful eyes glared. ‘When Vous and Avridis are gone, the tools to create a god will lie about the castle.’ It flew back into the ring of mist. A huge shaggy dog ran at them in slow motion with a long wet tongue flopping through Blain’s bearded mouth. ‘The knowledge is recorded in tomes and journals. The artefacts are all still there. On parchment, the spells are written. Will you create a god if you find those tools?’
‘Will you?’ said Eric. The hound laughed Blain’s laugh and joined the circle of illusions. ‘How do we destroy Vous? Tell us that!’
Something in the mist: ‘I know less than you of Shadow. You refuse to tell. Is he a sword to be drawn? A great sorcerer? A toy of the dragons or the Spirits, or neither? Is he from beyond World’s End? You know, not I! I tell you this. Vous fears him! Vous made him real! Vous changed the past to house him in history. Take Shadow to Vous! Take him there! Take him!’
Far Gaze kept seizing and breaking apart individual parts of the parade, but new creatures always appeared in the mist to replace them. ‘He cannot be found,’ Far Gaze called across to them.
‘I’ll bet by now he can’t find himself!’ Loup replied. ‘Come on back now, Blain you old fool. Come back! You’re lost in there. You proved your point, you can cast a pretty spell. But now the spell’s casting you! Come on back, Blain. Just follow my voice. Gaze! Leave the illusions. We just have to let the spell burn out.’
Behind them Eric was certain he’d caught a glimpse of someone heading down the steps. It took a moment for him to recall the stranger he’d seen standing waist-deep in the tower’s waters, when he returned to the tower with Stranger.
Unnoticed by Loup, Eric dashed down after the stranger. ‘Wait!’ he called.
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