Isle Of The Dead
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The sky was bleak as slate and streaked with soot. It oozed moisture. The rocks dug into my back. Acheron was pocked and wrinkled. There was no warmth in the air.
I sat up, shaking my head to clear it, shivered, regarded the body of the green man that lay beside me. I said the final words, completing the rite, and my voice shook as I said them.
I rolled Green's body into a more comfortable-looking position and covered it with my flimsy. I picked up the tapes and their bio-cylinders which he had been concealing beneath him. He had been right. They were ruined. I placed them in my knapsack. At least Earth Intelligence would be happy with this state of affairs. Then I crawled on to the power-pull and waited there, raising a screen of forces to attract the T, and watching the sky.
I saw her walking, walking away, her neat hips sheathed in white and swaying slightly, her sandals slapping the patio. I had wanted to go after her, to explain my part in what had happened. But I knew it would do no good, so why lose face? When a fairy tale blows up and the dream dust settles and you find yourself standing there, knowing that the last line will never be written, why not omit any exercises in futility? There had been giants and dwarves, toads and mushrooms, caves full of jewels and not one, but ten wizards...
I felt the _Model T_ before I saw it, when it locked with the power-pull.
Ten wizards, financial ones, the merchant barons of Algol ...
All of them her uncles.
I had thought that the alliance would hold, sealed as it was with a kiss. I had not been planning a doublecross, but when it came from the other side something had to be done. It was not all my doing either. There was a whole combine involved. I could not have stopped them if I had wanted to.
I could feel the _T_ homing in now. I rubbed my leg above the break, hurt it, and stopped.
Business arrangement to fairy tale to vendetta... . It was too late to recall the second phase of that cycle, and I had just won the final one. I should have felt great.
The _T_ came into view, descended quickly and hung like a world overhead as I manipulated it through the pull.
I have been a coward, a god and a son of a bitch in my time, among other things. That is one of the things about living for a very long time. You go through phases. Right now I was just tired and troubled and had only one thing on my mind.
I brought the _T_ down to rest on a level space, cracked the hatch, began crawling toward it.
It did not matter now, not really, all these things I had thought when the fire was high. Any way you looked at it, it did not matter.
I made it to the ship. I crawled inside.
I fiddled with the controls and brought it to a more sensitive life.
My leg hurt like hell.
We drifted.
Then I answered us, picked up the necessary equipment, crawled outside once more.
Forgive me my trespasses, baby.
I positioned myself carefully, took aim, dissolved one big rock.
"Frank? Is that you?"
"No, just us chickens."
Lady Karle rushed out, dirty, wild-eyed.
"You came back for me!"
"I never left."
"You're hurt."
"I told you about it."
"You said you were going away, leaving me."
"You've got to learn to know when I'm being serious."
She kissed me then and helped me to stand on my one good leg, drawing my arm about her shoulders.
"Kind of like playing hopscotch," I said, as we headed for the _T_.
"What is that?"
"An old game. When I can walk again, maybe I'll teach it to you."
"Where now?"
"Homefree, where you may stay or go as you choose."
"I should have known you would not leave me, but when you said those things ... Lords! It's a miserable day! What happened?"
"The Isle of the Dead is sinking slowly into Acheron. It's raining on it."
I looked at the blood on her hands, the dirt, then her messed hair.
"I did not mean everything that I said, you know."
"I know."
I looked all around me. Someday, I would fix it all up, I knew.
"Lords! It's a miserable day!" she said.
"Upstairs, the sun is shining. I think we can make it, if you help."
"Lean on me."
I did.
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