Dancers - A Messiah At The End Of Time Part 17

'Quite. You see somehow he controls his ship's protective devices from where he is. After you had gone he told me again that he would let you see the Grail, but not me. I think he believes that if you see it you will realize that he is this spiritual savior he sets himself up to be."

'You mean I could get into the ship and find the Grail?"

'Exactly. Once I had it in my possession, I would let him go. You would be free of him."

'But he'd suspect."

'His infatuation blinds him."

'I wouldn't have to see him again?" She spoke as firmly as she could. "I won't do that, whatever else."

'You will never be asked to go to the menagerie and, in a while, he will have left this planet"

'It's stealing, of course," she said.

'Call it recompense for all the damage he has done while here. Call it justice."

'Yes. That's fair enough."

'But no," he looked kindly down on her, "I ask too much of you."

'You don't, really." He had inspired in her a kind of eager courage. "Let me help."

'He has a.s.sured me that he will lower the barriers of his ship for you alone."

'Then it's up to Mavis, isn't it?"

'If you feel you can do it, Miss Ming, I would show my grat.i.tude to you in many ways when you returned with the cup."

'It's enough to help, out." But she glanced at the power rings on his gloved fingers. "When shall I go?" She paused. "There won't be any danger, I suppose...?"

'None at all. He genuinely loves you, Miss Ming. Of course, if you consider this action a betrayal of Mr. Bloom..."

'Betrayal? I didn't make any deals with him."

His voice was rich with gratification. "It would mean much to me, as you know. My collection is important to my happiness. If I thought that I possessed an artifact that was not authentic, well, I should never be content."

'Rely on Mavis." Her eyes began to shine.

'You are possessed of a great and admirable generosity," he said.

His praise sent a pulse of well-being through her whole body.

Chapter Fifteen.

In which Mavis Ming sets off in search of the Holy Grail

Doctor Volospion had made no alterations on his force screen since the Fireclown had pa.s.sed beyond it. Mavis Ming moved through the eternal twilight of the castle's grounds, toward the dark and ragged hole in the wall of ice. On the other side of the hole she could see the brilliant scarlet of Emmanuel Bloom's ship.

Gingerly she stepped through the gap, sensitive to the stillness and silence of her surroundings. She wished that Doctor Volospion had been able to accompany her, at least this far, but he was wary, he had told her, of the Fireclown suspecting treachery. If Bloom detected another presence it was likely that he would immediately restore his ship's defenses.

The teardrop-shaped ship was a red silhouette against a background of dark trees. Its airlock remained open, its ramp was down. She paused as she looked up at it.

It was impossible from where she stood to see anything of the ship's interior, but she could smell a warm mustiness coming from the entrance, together with a suggestion of pale smoke. If she had not known otherwise, she might have suspected the Fireclown still inside. The ship was redolent of his presence.

She spoke aloud, to dispell the silence. "Here goes, Mavis."

She was wearing her blue and orange kimono over her bikini, for Doctor Volospion had warned her that it might be uncomfortably warm within the Fireclown's ship. She struggled up the pebbled surface of the ramp and hesitated again outside the entrance, peering in. It seemed to her that points of fire still flickered on the other side of the airlock's open door.

'Coo-ee!" she said.

She wet her lips. "What manner of creature is lord of this fair castle?" She rea.s.sured herself with the language of her favorite books. "Shall I find my handsome prince within. Or an ugly ogre...?" She shuddered. She looked back at the battlements and towers of gloomy Castle Volospion, hoping perhaps to see her protector, but the castle seemed entirely deserted. She drew a breath and entered the airlock. It was not quite so warm as she had been led to believe.

She moved from the airlock into the true interior of the ship. She found herself pleasantly surprised by its ordinariness. It was as if firelight illuminated the large chamber, although the source of that light was mysterious.

The rosy, flickering light cast her shadow, enlarged and distorted, upon the far wall. The chamber was in disorder, as if the shock of landing had dislodged everything from its place. Boxes, parchments, books and pictures were scattered everywhere; figurines lay dented or broken upon the carpeted floor; drapes, once used to cover portholes, hung lopsidedly upon the walls, which curved inward.

'What a lot of junk!" Her voice held more confidence. Apparently the place had been Mr. Bloom's storeroom, for there was no sign of furniture.

She stumbled over crates and bales of cloth until she reached a companionway leading up to the next chamber. Doctor Volospion had told her that she would probably find the cup in the control room, which must be above. She climbed, pushed open a hatch, and found herself in a circular room which was lit very similarly to the storage chamber, but so realistically that she found herself searching for the open fireplace which seemed to be the source of the light.

Save for a faint smell of burning timber, there was no sign of a fire.

'Mavis," she said determinedly, "keep that imagination of yours well under control!"

This room, as she had suspected, was the Fireclown's living quarters. It contained a good-sized bed, shelves, storage lockers, a desk, a chair and a screen whereby the occupant could check the ship's functions.

She wiped sweat from her forehead, glancing around her.

Against one wall, at the end of the bed, was a large metal ziggurat which looked as if it had once been the base for something else. Would this be where the cup was normally kept? If so, Emmanuel Bloom had hidden it and her job was going to be harder. On the wall were various pictures; some were paintings, others photographs and holographs, primarily of men in the costumes of many periods. On the wall, too, was a narrow shelf, about two feet long, apparently empty. She reached to touch it and felt something there. It was thin, like a long pencil. Curiously she rolled the object toward her until it fell into her hand. She was surprised.

It was an old-fashioned riding crop, its tip frayed and dividing at one end; a silver head at the other. The head was beautifully made-a woman's face in what the Italians called the "stile Liberty." Mavis was impressed most by the look of ineffable tranquillity upon the features. The contrast between the woman's expression and the function of the whip itself disturbed Mavis so much that she replaced it hastily.

Wishing that the light were stronger, she began to search for the cup or goblet (Doctor Volospion's description had been vague). First she looked under the bed, finding only a collection of books and ma.n.u.scripts, many of them dusty.

'This whole ship could do with a good spring clean!" She searched through the wardrobe and drawers, finding a collection of clothes to match those worn by the men whose pictures decorated the wall. This sudden intimacy with Mr. Bloom's personal possessions had not only whetted her curiosity about him - his clothes, to her, were much more interesting than anything he had said - but had somehow given her a greater sympathy for him.

She began to feel unhappy about rummaging through his things; her search for the goblet began increasingly to seem like simple thievery.

Her search became more rapid as she sought to find the Grail and leave as soon as she could. If she had not made a promise to Doctor Volospion she would have left the ship there and then.

'You're a fool, Mavis. Everyone's told you. And do you ever listen?"

As she opened a mahogany trunk, inlaid with silver and mother-of-pearl, the lid squeaked and, at the same time, she thought she heard a faint noise from below.

She paused and listened, but there was no further sound. She saw at once that the trunk contained only faded ma.n.u.scripts.

Miss Ming decided to return to the storeroom. The curiosity which had at first directed her energy was now dissipating, to be replaced by a familiar sense of panic.

She felt her heart rate increase and the ship seemed to give a series of little tremors, in sympathy. She returned to the companionway and lifted the hatch. She was halfway down when the whole ship shook itself like an animal, roared, as if sentient, and she was pressed back against the steps, clinging to the rail as, swaying from side to side, the ship took off.

Sweating, Miss Ming turned herself round with difficulty and began to climb back toward the living quarters where she felt she would be safer. If her throat had been less constricted she would have screamed. The ship, she knew, was taking off under its own power. It was quite possible that she had activated it herself. Unless she could work out how to control it she would soon be adrift in the cosmos, floating through s.p.a.ce until she died. And she would be all alone. It was this latter thought which terrified her most. She reached the cabin and crawled across the dusty carpet as the pressure increased, climbing onto the bed in the hope that it would cushion the acceleration effects.

The sensations she was experiencing were not dissimilar to those she had experienced on her trip through time and, as such, did not alarm her. It was the.prospect of what would become of her when the ship was beyond Earth's gravity which she could not bear to consider.

It was not, she thought, as if there were many planets left in the universe. Earth might now be the only one.

The pressure began to lift, but she remained face down upon the bed ("these sheets could do with a wash," she was thinking) even when it was obvious that the ship was traveling at last through free s.p.a.ce.

'Oh, you've let yourself in for it this time, Mavis," she told herself. "You've been conned properly, my girl."

She wondered it, for reasons of his own, Doctor Volospion had deliberately sent her into s.p.a.ce. She knew his capacity for revenge. Had that silly tiff meant so much to him? He had beguiled her into suggesting her own trap, her own punishment, just because of a silly scratch on the hand!

'What a b.a.s.t.a.r.d! What b.a.s.t.a.r.ds they all are!" And what an idiot she had made of herself. It taught you never to be sympathetic to a man. They always used it against you. "That's Mavis all over," she continued, "trusting the world. And this is how the world repays you!" But there was little conviction in her tone; her self-pity was half-hearted. Actually, she realized, she was not feeling particularly bad now that there was a genuine threat to her life. All the little anxieties fled away.

Miss Ming began to roll over on the bed. At least the ship itself was comfortable enough.

'It's cozy, really." She smiled. "A sort of den. Just like when I was a little girl, with my own little room, and my books and dolls." She laughed. "I'm actually safer here than anywhere I've been since I grew up. It shouldn't be difficult to work out a way of getting back to Earth - if I want to go back. What's Earth got to offer, anyway, except deceit, hypocrisy and treachery?"

She swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She looked at her new home, all her new toys.

'I think it's really what I've always wanted," she declared.

'Now you realize that I spoke the truth!" said the triumphant voice of Emmuel Bloom from the shadows overhead.

'My G.o.d!" said Miss Ming as she realized the full extent of Doctor Volospion's deception.

Chapter Sixteen.

In which Doctor Volospion receives the congratulations of his peers and celebrates the acquisition of his new Treasure

My Lady Charlotina rose from Doctor Volospion's bed and swiftly demolished her double (Doctor Volospion would only make love to pairs of women) before touching a power ring to adorn herself in white and cerise poppies. In the shadows of the four-poster Doctor Volospion lay relishing his several victories, a beautiful cup held in his hands. He turned the cup round and round, running his fingers over an inscription which he could not read, for it was in ancient English.

'You doubt none of my powers now, I hope, My Lady Charlotina," he said.

Her smile was slow. She knew he would have her speak of Jagged, perhaps make a comparison, but she did not have it in her to satisfy Volospion's curiosity. Lord Jagged was Lord Jagged, she thought.

'I was privileged," she said, "to know your plan from the start and to see it work so smoothly. I am most impressed. First you incarcerated Miss Ming, then you lured Mr. Bloom to your castle, then you pretended that his power was great enough to destroy your force field, then you captured him, knowing that he would give anything to escape. You originally meant to hold him, of course, as one of your collection, but then you learned of the Grail..."

'So I offered Miss Ming in exchange for the Grail. Thus he thought he took her from me without force and that she went willingly to him - for I did not, of course, explain to Mr. Bloom that I had deceived Miss Ming."

'So much deception! It is quite hard for me to follow!" She laughed. "What a match. The greatest cynic of our world (with the exception of Lord Shark who does not really count) pitted against the greatest idealist in the universe!"

'And the cynic won," said Doctor Volospion. "As they always do."

'Well, a cynic would draw that conclusion," she pointed out. "I had a liking for that Mr. Bloom, though he was a bore."

'As was Miss Ming."

'Great bores, both."

'And by one stroke I rid the world of its two most awful bores," said Doctor Volospion, in case she had not considered this achievement with the rest.

'Exactly."

Yawning, My Lady Charlotina drifted toward a dark window. "You have your cup. He has his queen."

'Exactly."

My Lady Charlotina looked up at the featureless heavens. No stars gleamed here. Perhaps they were all extinquished. She sighed.

'My only regret," said Doctor Volospion as he carefully laid the cup upon his pillow and straightened his body, "is that I was not able to ask Mr. Bloom the meaning of this inscription."

'Doubtless a warning to the curious," she said "or an offer of eternal salvation. You know more about these things, Doctor Volospion."

A cap appeared on his head. Robes formed. Black velvet and mink. "Oh, yes, they are always very similar. And often disappointing ordinary."

'It does seem a very ordinary cup."

'The faithful would see that as a sign of its true holiness," he told her knowledgeably.

From outside they detected a halloo.

'It is Abu Thaleb," she said in some animation. "And Argonheart Po and some others. Li Pao, I think, is with them. Shall you admit them?"

'Of course. They will want to see my cup."

My Lady Charlotina and Doctor Volospion left his bedroom and went down to the hall to greet their guests.

Doctor Volospion placed the cup upon the table. The ill-functioning neon played across its bright silver.

'Beautiful!" said Abu Thaleb, without as much enthusiasm as perhaps Doctor Volospion would have wished. The Commissar of Bengal brushed feathers from his eyes. "A fitting reward for your services to us all, Doctor Volospion."