“Speaking of whom, shouldn't you be calling Random?”
“Maybe.”
“What do you mean, `maybe'? He's got to be warned.”
“True. But I've a feeling that being safe won't get any questions answered for me.”
“What do you have in mind, Merle?”
“Do you have a car?”
“Yes, I just got it a few days back. Why?”
I withdrew the button and the stones from my pocket, spread them on the table and regarded them again. “It just occurred to me while we were picking up flowers where I might have seen another of these.”
“Yes?”
“There is a memory I must have been blocking, because it was very distressing: Julia's appearance when I found her. I seem to recall now that she had on a pendant with a blue stone. Maybe it's just coincidence, but “
She nodded. “Could be. But even so, the police probably have it now.”
“Oh,I don't want the thing. But it reminds me that I didn't really get to look over her apartment as well as I might have if I hadn't had to leave in a hurry. I want to see it again before I go back to Amber. I'm still puzzled as to how that—creature-got in.”
“What if the place has been cleaned out? Or rented again?”
I shrugged. “Only one way to find out.”
“Okay, I'll drive you there.”
A few minutes later we were in her car and I was giving her directions. It was perhaps a twenty-minute drive beneath a sunny late-afternoon sky, stray clouds passing. I spent much of the time making certain preparations with Logrus forces, and I was ready by the time we reached the proper area.
“Turn here and go around the block,” I said, gesturing. “I'll show you where to park if there's a place.”
There was, close to the spot where I'd parked on that day.
When we were stopped beside the curb she glanced at me. “Now what? Do we just go up to the place and knock?”
“I'm going to make us invisible,” I told her, “and I'm going to keep US that way till we're inside. You'll have to stay close to me in order for us to see each other, though.”
She nodded.
“Dworkin did it for me once,” she said, “when I was a child. Spied on a lot of people then.” She chuckled. “I'd forgotten.”
I put the finishing touches to the elaborate spell and laid it upon us, the world growing dimmer beyond the windshield as I did. It was as if I regarded our surroundings through gray sunglasses as we slipped out the passenger side of the car. We walked slowly up to the corner and turned right.
“Is this a hard spell to learn?” she asked me. “It seems a very handy one to know.”
“Unfortunately, yes,” I said. “Its biggest drawback is that you can't just do it at a moment's notice if you don't have it hanging ready-and I didn't. So, starting from scratch, it takes about twenty minutes to build.”
We turned up the walk to the big old house.
“Which floor?” she asked me.
“Top.”
We climbed to the front door and found it locked. No doubt they were more particular about such matters these days.
“Break it?” Flora whispered.
“Too noisy,” I answered.
I placed my left hand upon the doorknob and gave Frakir a silent command. She unwound two turnings of her coil from about my wrist, coming into view as she moved across the lock plate and slithered into the keyhole. There followed a tightening, a stiffening and several rigid movements.
A soft click meant the bolt was drawn, and I turned the knob and pulled gently. The door opened. Frakir returned to bracelethood and invisibility.
We entered, closing the door quietly behind us. We were not present in the wavery mirror. I led Flora up the stairs.
There were soft voices from one of the rooms on the second floor. That was all. No wind. No excited dogs. And the voices grew still before we reached the third floor.
I saw that the entire door to Julia's apartment had been replaced. It was slightly darker than the other and it sported a bright new lock. I tapped upon it gently and we waited. There was no response, but I knocked again after perhaps half a minute and we waited again.
No one came. So I tried it. It was locked, but Frakir repeated her trick and I hesitated. My hand shook as I recalled my last visit. I knew her mutilated corpse was no longer lying there. I knew no killer beast was waiting to attack me. Yet the memory held me for several seconds.
“What's the matter?” Flora whispered.
“Nothing,” I said, and I pushed the door open.
The place had been partly furnished, as I recalled. The part that had come with it remained-the sofa and end tables, several chairs, a larger table-but all Julia's own stuff was gone. There was a new rug on the floor, and the floor itself had been buffed recently. It did not appear that the place had been re-let, as there were no personal items of any sort about.
We entered and I closed the door, dropping the spell that had cloaked us as I began my circuit through the rooms. The place brightened perceptibly as our magic veils faded.
“I don't think you're going to find anything,” Flora said. “I can smell wax and disinfectant and paint...”
I nodded.
“The more mundane possibilities seem to be excluded,” I said. “But there is something else I want to try.”
I calmed my mind and called up the Logrus-seeing. If there were any remaining traces of a magical working, I hoped I could spot them in this fashion. I wandered slowly then, through the living room, regarding everything from every possible angle. Flora moved off, conducting her own investigation, which consisted mainly in looking under everything. The room flickered slightly for me as I scanned at those wavelengths where such a manifestation was most likely to be apparent-at least, that was the best way to describe the process in this shadow.
Nothing, large or small, escaped my scrutiny. But nothing was revealed to it. After long minutes I moved into the bedroom.
Flora must have heard my sudden intake of breath, because she was into the room and at my side in seconds, and staring at the chest of drawers before which I stood.
“Something in it?” she inquired, reaching forward, then withdrawing her hand.
“No. Behind it,” I said.
The chest of drawers had been moved in the course of purging the apartment. It used to occupy a space several feet farther to the right. That which I now saw was visible to its left and above it, with more of it obviously blocked to my sight. I took hold of the thing and pushed it back to the right, to the position it had formerly occupied.
“I still don't see anything,” Flora said.
I reached out and caught hold of her hand, extending the Logrus force so that she, too, saw what I saw.
“Why"-she raised her other hand and traced the faint rectangular outline on the wall-"it looks like a..., doorway,” she said.
I studied it-a dim line of faded fire. The thing was obviously sealed and had been for some time. Eventually it would fade completely and be gone.
“It is a doorway,” I answered.
She pulled me back into the other room to regard the opposite side of the wall.
“Nothing here,” she observed. “It doesn't go through.”
“Now you've got the idea,” I said. “It goes somewhere else.”
“Where?”
“Wherever the thing that killed Julia came from.”
“Can you open it?”
“I am prepared to stand in front of it for as long as I have to,” I told her, “and try.”
I returned to the other room and studied it once again.
“Merlin,” she said, as I released her hand and raised mine before me, “don't you think this is the point where you should get in touch with Random, tell him exactly what has been happening and perhaps have Gerard standing next to you if you succeed in opening that door?”
“I probably should,” I agreed, “but I'm not going to.”
“Why not?”
“Because he might tell me not to.”
“He might be right, too.”
I lowered my hands and turned toward her. “I have to admit you have a point,” I said. “Random has to be told everything, and I've probably put it off too long already. So here is what I would like you to do. Go back to the car and wait. Give me an hour. If I'm not out by then, get in touch with Random, tell him everything I told you and tell him about this, too.”
“I don't know,” she said. “If you don't show, Random's going to be mad at me.”
“Just tell him I insisted and there was nothing you could do. Which is actually the case, if you stop to think about it.”
She pursed her lips. “I don't like leaving you-though I'm not anxious to stay either. Care to take along a hand grenade?”
She raised her purse and began to open it. “No. Thanks. Why do you have it, anyway?”
She smiled. “I always carry them in this shadow. They sometimes come in handy. But okay, I'll go wait.”
She kissed me lightly on the cheek and turned away.
“And try to get hold of Fiona,” I said, “if I don't show. Tell her the whole story, too. She might have a different angle on this.”
She nodded and departed. I waited until I heard the door close, then focused my attention fully upon the bright rectangle. Its outline seemed fairly uniform, with only a few slightly thicker, brighter areas and a few finer, dimmer ones. I traced the lines slowly with the palm of my right hand at a height of about an inch above the wall's surface. I felt a small prickling, a heatlike sensation as I did this. Predictably, it was greater above the brighter areas. I took this as an indication that the seal was slightly less perfect in these spots. Very well. I would soon discover whether the thing could be forced, and these would be my points of attack.
I twisted my hands deeper into the Logrus until I wore the limbs I desired as fine-fingered gauntlets, stronger than metals, more sensitive than tongues in the places of their power. I moved my right hand to the point nearest it, on a level with my hip. I felt the pulse of an old spell when I touched that spot of greater brightness. I narrowed my extension as I pushed, making it finer and finer until it slipped through. The pulsing then became a steady thing. I repeated the exercise on a higher area to my left.
I stood there, feeling the force that had sealed it, my fine filament extensions throbbing within its matrix. I tried moving them, first upward, then down. The right one slid a little farther than the left, in both directions, before a tightness and resistance halted it. I summoned more force from the body of the Logrus, which swam specterlike within and before me, and I poured this energy into the gauntlets, the pattern of the Logrus changing form again as I did so. When I tried once more to move it, the right one slid downward for perhaps a foot before the throbbing trapped it; when I pushed it upward it rose nearly to the top. I tried again on the left. It moved all the way to the top, but it only passed perhaps six inches below the starting point when I drew it downward.
I breathed deeply and felt myself beginning to perspire. I pumped more power into the gauntlets and forced their extensions farther downward. The resistance was even greater there, and the throbbing passed up my arms and into the very center of my being. I paused and rested, then raised the force to an even higher level of intensity. The Logrus writhed again and I pushed both hands all the way to the floor, then knelt there panting before I began working my way along the bottom. The portal was obviously meant never to be opened again. There was no artistry for this, only brute force.
When my forces met in the middle, I withdrew and regarded the work. To the right, to the left and along the bottom, the fine red lines had now become broad fiery ribbons. I could feel their pulsation across the distance that separated us.
I stood and raised my arms. I began to work along the top, starting at the corners, moving inward. It was easier than it had been earlier. The forces from the opened areas seemed to add a certain pressure, and my hands just flowed to the middle. When they met I seemed to hear something like a soft sighing sound. I dropped them and considered my work. The entire outline flared now. But more than that. It seemed almost as if the bright line were flowing, around and around...
I stood there for several minutes, regrouping, relaxing, settling. Working up my nerve. All I knew was that the door would lead to a different shadow. That could mean anything. When I opened it something could, I suppose, leap out and attack me. But then, it had been sealed for some time. More probably any trap would be of a different sort. Most likely, I would open it and nothing would happen. I would then have a choice of merely looking around from where I stood or entering. And there probably wouldn't be very much to see, just standing there, looking...
So I extended my Logus members once again, taking hold of the door at either side, and I pushed. A yielding occurred on the side to my right, so I released my hold on the left. I continued my pressure on the right and the whole thing suddenly swung inward and away...
I was looking down a pearly tunnel, which appeared to widen after a few paces. Beyond that was a ripple effect, as of distant heat patterns above the road on a hot summer day. Patches of redness and indeterminate dark shapes swam within it. I waited for perhaps half a minute, but nothing approached.
I prepared Frakir for trouble. I maintained my Logrus connection. I advanced, extending probes before me. I passed within.
A sudden change in the pressure gradient at my back caused me to cast a quick glance in that direction. The doorway had closed and dwindled, now appearing to me in the distance as a tiny red cube. My several steps could, of course, have borne me a great distance also, should the rules of this space so operate.
I continued, and a hot wind flowed toward me, engulfed me, stayed with me. The sides of my passageway receded, the prospect before me continued to shimmer and dance, and my pace became more labored, as if I were suddenly walking uphill. I heard something like a grunt from beyond the place where my vision misbehaved, and my left Logrus probe encountered something that it jolted slightly. Frakir began to throb simultaneous with my sensing an aura of menace through the probe. I sighed. I hadn't expected this was going to be easy. If I'd been running the show I wouldn't have let things go with just sealing the door.
“All right, asshole! Hold it right there!” a voice boomed from ahead. I continued to trudge forward.
It came again. “I said halt!”
Things began to swim into place as I advanced, and suddenly there were rough walls to my right and left and a roof overhead, narrowing, converging
A huge rotund figure barred my way, looking like a purple Buddha with bat ears. Details resolved themselves as I drew nearer: protruding fangs, yellow eyes that seemed to be lidless, long red claws on its great hands and feet. It was seated in the middle of the tunnel and made no effort to rise. It wore no clothing, but its great swollen belly rested upon its knees, concealing its sex. Its voice had been gruffly masculine, however, and its odor generically foul.
“Hi,” I said. “Nice day, wasn't it?”
It growled and the temperature seemed to rise slightly. Frakir had grown frantic and I calmed her mentally.
The creature leaned forward and with one bright nail inscribed a smoking line in the stone of the floor. I halted before it.
“Cross that line, sorcerer, and you've had it,” it said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Because I said so.”
“If you're collecting tolls,” I suggested, “name the price.”
It shook its head. “You can't buy your way past me.”
“Uh-what makes you think I'm a sorcerer?”
It opened the dingy cavern of its face, displaying even more lurking teeth than I'd suspected, and it did something like the rattling of a tin sheet way down deep in back.
“I felt that little probe of yours,” it said. “It's a sorcerer's trick. Besides, nobody but a sorcerer could have gotten to the place where you're standing.”
“
You do not seem to possess a great deal of respect for the profession.”
“I eat sorcerers,” it told me.
I made a face, thinking back over some of the old farts I've known in the business.
“To each, his, her or its own, I guess,” I told it. “So what's the deal? A passage is no good unless you can get through it. How do I get by here?”
“You don't.”
“Not even if I answer a riddle?”
“That won't do it for me,” it said. But a small gleam came into its eye. “Just for the hell of it, though, what's green and red and goes round and round and round?” it asked.
“You know the sphinx!”
“Shit!” it said. “You've heard it.”
I shrugged. “I get around.”
“Not here you don't.”
I studied it. It had to have some special defense against magical attacks if it were set to stop sorcerers. As for physical defense it was fairly imposing. I wondered how fast it was. Could I just dive past and start running? I decided that I did not wish to experiment along that line.
“I really do have to get through,” I tried. “It's an emergency.”
“Tough.”
“Look, what do you get out of this, anyway? It seems like a pretty crummy job, sitting here in the middle of a tunnel.”
“I love my work. I was created for it.”
“How come you let the sphinx come and go?”
“Magical beings don't count.”
“Hm.”
“And don't try to tell me you're really a magical being, and then pull some sorcerous illusion. I can see right through that stuff.”
“I believe you. What's your name, anyhow?”
It snorted. “You can call me Scrof, for conversational purposes. Yourself?”
“Call me Corey.”
“Okay, Corey. I don't mind sitting here bullshitting with you, because that's covered by the rules. It's allowed. You've got three choices and one of them would be real stupid. You can turn around and go back the way you came and be none the worse for wear. You can also camp right where you are for as long as you like and I won't lift a finger so long as you behave. The dumb thing to do would be to cross this line I've drawn. Then I'd terminate you. This is the Threshold and I am the Dweller on it. I don't let anybody get by.”
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