Finn had recovered all of Julia's errant parts—torso, legs, a tail bent out of shape, all stuffed into pockets now, for a better time and place.
“You know what I dreamed,” Julia said, “while I was there alone in disarray? I dreamed about the sea, about lives I've never lived, about things I've never seen.”
“You didn't dream, you imagined that you did.”
“Nevertheless, I felt I'd lived a thousand lives, passed a thousand doors, and I'm sure I know why—though the answer's as amazing as the story is itself.
“I am made of precious gems from the corners of the world. Gems, copper, silver, iron and gold, elements of the earth. It is not just humans and Newlies who remember things, Finn. Everything does, though I doubt you'd credit that.
“Every garnet, every onyx, every flake of gold, each has a tale, what they've done and where they've been. Now, all their stories, all their ventures, come together in me. All has been revealed in my dreams. Is that not a marvel, Finn, is it not a wondrous thing?”
“No, but if it makes you happy, believe what you will.”
“Why do I bother, why do I expose myself to your abuse? Why do I speak to you at all?”
“Because we are friends, Julia, companions of a sort. And because my pockets are full of all your parts.”
“I'll buy the second half,” said Julia Jessica Slagg. “I'm unsure about the rest, the part about companions and friends …”
“Hush, be silent,” Finn said, pressing his back against the wall, standing perfectly still. “I'll give you something to be sure of, down the hallway there.”
Julia saw them at once, their forms distorted shadows from the fiery torches they waved about.
“Foxers,” Finn said, and added an oath after that. “Damn fools, that's no way to light a place like this, they'll burn the thing down!”
“What on earth are they doing in here, I'd like to know that.”
“I know what they're doing,” Finn said. “They've come to settle with the Nuccis. I can only guess why.”
A flimsy guess at best, and that from a shade who isn't sure if tomorrow is today …
Indeed, Foxers had vanished at a time, though the Coldie named Klunn wasn't sure exactly when. Were the odds good or bad that the Nuccis had a hand in that?
“They're gone,” Julia said. “My uncanny senses tell me they're heading down.”
“Of course they are. Everyone's headed down, that's where this horrid device would have us be.”
“They wore no pots or pans. I'm sure you noticed that.”
“I did, indeed. They're not affected, then. I couldn't say why, except they're not the same as me …”
He staggered, then, with a shudder, a shiver, a chill at the back of his neck. A moan, a cry, from somewhere near, so faint he could scarcely hear.
“There,” Julia said at once, “I see her, Finn. Right there!”
Finn was already on his knees, all his pains forgotten as he drew Letitia up into his arms. So light she was, barely there at all. He knew there would never come a day when he'd not see her lying there, hands clasped tight against her ears, dark eyes glazed with fear.
“Letitia. Letitia Louise …”
He knew, though, she was hardly aware, stupefied by the dread emanations that had caught and held her there.
What if it's too late now, what if her mind is empty, drained of all she's been … ?
He cast the thought aside, refused to let it in. Instead, he loosed an iron pot from his armor, one without a great dent, and fit it carefully on her head, tying it with wire beneath her chin. It couldn't hurt, and might very well help.
He had her now, had them both again, and wouldn't let them go. One was in pieces, one was scarcely whole, but anything broken, Finn believed, could be fixed, patched up, made to work again …
“Finn, wait, you don't want to go there,” Julia said.
“No, and why is that?”
“That's the way the Foxers went. We'd best not run into them again.”
“You weren't listening, were you?” Finn said. “You really ought to try. There's only one way—that foul device has made certain of that …”
“I DREAMED, F INN. I'VE NEVER HAD SUCH A WONderful, frightful dream. I thought I was only me, then I saw I was everything that was, everything that could possibly ever be.
“I looked through a million eyes, saw a million lives. I almost saw the poor thing I'd been before. That's when the dream wasn't good anymore, it got awful after that. I didn't want to know, I didn't want to be that again …”
“Everyone's having dreams, it seems. I never cared for them myself. They were either so good I didn't want to wake up, or so bad I thought I never would.”
“Thank you for finding me, love. I think I was gone an awfully long time.”
“Much too long, Letitia. Any time at all is too long for me.”
“I think I'll try and sleep some more.”
“I think that's a bad idea. I'd rather you'd stay awake, dear.”
It was too late, though, she was gone once again.
Finn was relieved that she'd come to her senses, but not at all sure she was wholly herself, that something wasn't missing somewhere. Time, he was certain, would chase any frights from her head. He vowed he would hold onto that.
The way was most confusing now. Either that, or the howl and the clatter of the horrid device had loosened every nerve in his head. Right seemed left, and left seemed right. Letitia had been light at the start, but she was quite heavy now. That, and his foot, and the kettles and skillets that constantly weighed him down …
Sometimes he was certain he'd gone to sleep himself, but Julia seemed to squawk if he tried to nod off. How could she manage such a feat? he asked himself. She couldn't see him from her perch, and her senses weren't as fine as that …
“Damn it all, Finn, watch where you're about. You're as loud as that miserable device.”
Finn jerked awake at once. “Sab—Sabatino! What are you doing here?”
“Please, craftsman, not the obvious. What is any one doing here? Ah, you found the lady, I see. I'm so glad, I was most distressed. Heavens, what happened to your lizard?”
“What I'm doing, dear fellow, since you feel you have to ask, is trying to get down to that thing. These pesky Foxers keep getting in the way. They're thick as flies, you see.
“Ah, watch your step here,” he said, brandishing his blade. “I've caught one or two, possibly three.”
“I'd say three's correct,” Finn said, holding his lantern up high. Three dark figures slumped in untidy lumps against the wall.
“Clearly, the Foxers know you're here. If they're as many as you say …”
“Doesn't matter, I have to go. Father's down there, I'm sure. He and I have to settle things, once and for all.”
Finn didn't like the sound of that.
Then, down the narrow hallway, past some forgotten wall, the thunder and the rumble, the howl and the shiver of the awful device shook the ancient house. Finn felt that if he didn't hold on, he'd be quickly swept away.
“Dr. Nicoretti told me about your mother. I'm sorry she passed away.”
Sabatino looked annoyed. “This is ill-timed, Finn. And you're a bit late with your concern, which is none of your business, anyway. Uncle has a very big mouth.”
“Why do you think the Foxers are here? What did the Nuccis do, what happened in the past?”
“What happens,” Sabatino said, his eyes dark with anger in the dim lamplight, “if I stick you in the belly right here? Who'd ever know, and who'd ever care?”
“Me, for one. You, for another. If I'm not here, you'll have to take the Foxers on yourself.”
Sabatino looked delighted. He hadn't thought of that.
“Let's get at it then, brother in arms. Can the pretty stand by herself, or will you carry her into combat?”
“I can stand just fine,” Letitia said, possibly awake for some time. “And don't call me a pretty, that's not all I am.”
“My pardon, then,” Sabatino said with a bow. “I am in your debt, ma'am.”
“You're in the soup, both of you,” Julia said with a screech and a howl, “if you don't take heed right now!”
The Foxers were on them then as quickly as that, making odd little sounds, little coughs, little hacks, waving their blades about. And, Finn noted, wearing their silly black masks, so no one could guess just who they might be …
SABATINO GAVE A CRY AND LUNGED INTO THE fray. Finn, hampered by his armor and the need to set Letitia down, was a second too late, a second too slow. Before he could act, he took a hard blow atop his head.
The kettle rang like a bell, rending him deaf and scrambling what little there was left of his wits. The Foxer, nearly as stunned as Finn, stared at this strange apparition that had nearly dented his blade.
Finn felled him with a skillet, took the fellow's sword, and tossed away his kitchenware.
“That lout missed me by a hair,” Julia squawked, “could you watch it down there?”
“If you don't like it, you can walk.”
“Fine way to treat a warrior, wounded in the field …”
Finn turned a plucky Foxer aside, sending him sprawling to the floor. Booted one soundly down the hall. Another popped up to take his place, then another, and another after that.
They came now in a horde, in a throng, in a rabble, in a swarm. As quickly as he put one down, a comrade took his place.
“Back! Back!” Sabatino shouted beside him. “We can't hold them, Finn!”
A glance told Finn the fellow was right. The narrow passage was full of Foxers struggling to get at their foes. He grabbed Letitia, pushed her behind him, fended off a Foxer again.
“Stay behind me,” Sabatino said, “we've the advantage now, the louts don't have room to fight.”
“They'll give up soon, I'll bet.”
“No time for foolery now, this is somewhat serious, Finn.”
With that, Sabatino lashed out, ripping a Foxer from gullet to chin. Finn saw he'd found a blade himself, and was making it count.
Thrust, parry, kick and collide. One down, but another at his side.
“I'm thankful we have the advantage,” he said, “or they'd have our lovely hides …”
“Finn! Watch your step!”
Finn turned half about and nearly fell. The hall ahead had crumbled, leaving a ragged maw, a gaping hole full of broken brick and stone, choked with dusty air.
And, with a horror and a chill, he saw the way led down, down steep and narrow stairs, and knew at once, even before Letitia screamed, he was in the machine's dark and deadly lair again.
“I can't,” Letitia cried, “I can't go down there!”
“We have to,” he shouted over the awful din, “stay close to me, and keep your kettle on.”
Down, then, Foxers slashing affront, the howling maelstrom below, a rumble, a throb, a dread palpitation that ripped into the very soul.
It was all Finn could do to fight off the foe and keep Letitia in hand, for the thing down there had her firmly in its grasp. She fought, thrashed, lashed out to break free, no longer in control of her will.
It was as Finn had feared—from the moment she'd stepped into that dread abode before, he knew the thing had taken some hold upon his love … now, it was determined to take her down, have her as its own.
You won't, though, damn you, not while there's a breath of life in me …
Still, she struck out blindly, kicked, clawed, hammered with her fists. She was not his Letitia but a wild and frightened creature, senses all adrift, reason gone astray, a stranger he scarcely knew.
Then, as the Foxers spilled down the darkened stairs, driving their foes ever back, back under hopeless, impossible odds, Finn, over his shoulder, saw the twisting passage give way to the horrid den itself, into the storm, into the din of the hellish scene below …
The Foxers saw it too, saw, in the midst of the fury and the deafening swell, the beast, the wretch, the one whose blood they thirsted for. At the sight they loosed a terrible cry, an awesome surge of rage, frenzy, hatred so strong it seemed a near visible thing that fouled the very air.
And in that very moment, in the echo of the Foxers' savage wail, Finn heard a cry of such sorrow, anger and regret, he could scarcely believe it came from Sabatino himself.
Holding fast to Letitia, he followed the fellow's gaze, and saw the brunt of the Foxers' ire, a mad, pitiful thing, shorn of his senses, a man with an empty, witless smile. Calabus, naked as a babe, sat amidst his gold array of nozzles, spigots, founts and tubes and spouts, clever little mouths that spat endless whorls of wisdom, secrets of tomorrow, visions of the future that only he could comprehend … sat there in a stupor, in a daze of childish wonder as the ribbons and the strips, as the ceaseless tongues of paper tried to drown him in their coils …
“Get your lady out,” Sabatino shouted, slicing another Foxer to the floor. “I'll get Father and hold them off here!”
“You can't,” Finn said, “there's too many of them, you'll never make it through.”
Sabatino showed him a curious, slightly puzzled frown.
“Damn it, craftsman, the old fart's family. What else can I do?”
Before Finn could answer, Sabatino was gone, jumping into the fracas, leaping amidst the brawl. In an instant, he was swallowed up in Foxers, lost from sight.
“Letitia, look at me,” Finn said, shaking her roughly, gripping her tight. “You've got to stop this, I cannot do everything at once. Come to your senses, dear, or I fear we're both lost.”
Letitia's answer was a foolish stare, a look that chilled him to the bone, for he'd seen the same hollow, empty gaze in Calabus' eyes.
He clutched her wrist and jerked her along, turning back to the stairs. The Foxers were busy with Sabatino, and there might be a chance, a slim one at best, that he could slip by them and get her to safety, come back and help …
The Foxer came out of nowhere, leaping out of shadow into light. Finn met his blade with a shock that numbed all feeling in his arm.
The foe came at him furiously, one wicked blow after another, driving Finn back. He knew he couldn't hold the fellow off, not with one hand, knew he couldn't let Letitia go, knew if he didn't they were both as good as dead.
Fate, then, as Fate is wont to do, solved the problem then and there as the Foxer's companion leaped in to help his friend …
THERE WAS NO DECISION NOW, NO CHOICE TO make. He let Letitia go, clutched his blade with both hands, swept it in a quick and deadly arc at the fellow coming on his right.
The Foxer looked stunned, grabbed his throat and tumbled to the floor. Finn knew he'd done his best, done what he could, and knew if he took one out, the other would surely bring him down. He stepped back, stumbled, felt the blade strike, felt it bite into his splint.
Finn had seldom known such agony in his life. His weapon was lost, but he didn't greatly care, for Letitia was gone, out of his sight. Through a veil of awful pain, he gazed up at his foe, saw the Foxer grin, saw him raise his sword for the final deadly blow—
—closed his eyes, opened them again to an unearthly howl, saw the Foxer stagger, saw him reel, saw blood begin to spout, saw, in a wonder, a deadly, disembodied head. Saw, an instant after that, a blade thrust through the Foxer's back and out his chest.
The Foxer collapsed. Sabatino drew out his sword, bent down and tore Julia loose from the grisly remains of a nose.
“I believe this is yours,” Sabatino said, holding the lizard well away, tossing it to Finn. “I'd clean it up if I were you. Can you stand? Where'd the pretty go?”
Sabatino looked weary, bloodied, somewhat out of sorts. Finn dropped Julia's head in his pocket, along with her other parts. Julia rattled and complained, snapping at empty air.
“Thanks for your help,” Finn said, “I'm busy right now. I don't know where she is, she's gone. I've got to find her. Sabatino? Can you give me a hand? Your father, did he make it all right?”
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sp; “I'm afraid not. Couldn't get to him. Bastards already did him in.”
“What did they—”
“You don't want to know. Father was mean at heart, crazy as a goose. But no one deserves a fate as cruel as that.”
“I'm sorry for your loss. If you could help me to my feet …”
Sabatino shook his head. “If she ran back there, friend, I fear she's a goner as well. We'd never get her out. Best we try and save ourselves. I doubt we can even handle that.”
“I guess you didn't hear. I'm not leaving without Letitia Louise.”
“Ah, you're serious, I presume. Let's get you up, then. Won't do a bit of good, but I suppose we could try.”
Finn gave him a long and thoughtful look. “I feel I should be straight with you. There's no reason you have to go too. You won't win favor with me, don't think you will. I despise you for an arrogant lout, and a liar to boot. Nothing you can do to change that.”
“One thing you forget,” Sabatino said, with a nasty grin. “If you don't happen to make it out, craftsman, I win the lovely prize …”
MERELY STANDING NEAR THE DREAD MACHINE WAS enough to fry a brave man's soul. Ducking through the clang and the clatter of that terrible maze, fighting the shriek and the throb and the clamor that howled through his head was a hundred-fold worse than Finn had imagined only moments before.
Madness waited there in the hot, churning bowels of the thing, a thing that had likely drained his love, stripped her of her reason, sucked her mind dry.
Hold on, Letitia, wherever you are … I'm coming for you, dear …
One instant Sabatino was beside him, the next he was gone. The Foxers were nowhere in sight. Perhaps they'd sated their fury on the hapless old man, Finn thought. Or maybe they were smart enough not to go near the thing at all.
Once more he squeezed through the vile convolution of fat, distended coils, countless tunnels of soiled and sullied glass, foul viscera that wound their way through the tangle, through the snarl of the device.
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