Feline Wizards - To Visit The Queen Part 12

... and the smile twisted strangely. The lips wrinkled. From inside the burning eyes above them, just for a moment, something that might have been Auhlae once looked out: enraged ... betrayed. She screamed, a yowling roar that drove Rhiow crouching down to try to escape it: a terrible squall of betrayal and lossa"

and then the light broke through.

All around the huge terrible form, like a cage, a four-dimensional figure appeared, a ma.s.sive four-dimensional truncated icosahedron, its aextraa sides and volumes unfolding out all around it. The Lone Power looked around it in first astonishment and then growing rage, and began to throw itself against the abarsa of the cage. The cage shook, but it held.

SaaRrahh roared. It will not benefit you! The fire comes now, and then the Wintera"

There will be no Winter, came another great voicea"one which was, bizarrely, not one voice, but a union of many. This is the land of the Sun. We are the People of the Sun, and of our Mother Whose sigil the Sun is. By this spell worked, and this summons wrought, we ban the Winter, we ban the Unmastered Fire: we ban the One Who bears it!

Rhiow and the others stood still and stared as the stars began to fall.

At least they looked like stars at first. There had been none in the impenetrable darkness. But all around the struggling, roaring shape of saaRrahh, bright fires started to fall from far above. They fell in pairs. As they came to the ground, they started to acquire shapes of their own: bodies formed around them. Hundreds of bodies, thousands of bodies, tens of thousands of them, all shining each like its own small sun.

Rhiow stared in wonder. They were the People of the ancient days: the hundreds of thousands of cats of the Egyptians, who had mummified them and laid them to rest. Their souls had been in the Tree, or about the Oneas business, for all these thousands of years: their bodies had lain in the sand for a long long time. Now they were in the gardens of Ess.e.x and Suss.e.x, they were under the lawns of the Home Counties, they were in flowerpots outside old townhouses and scattered among the roots of the trees in Green Park: they were all over the City of London, and all around it, for miles and miles in every direction. It did not matter that the mummies of the cats of Egypt had been ground to powder along with the bandages and the amulets which held each its fragment of the protective spell. They had been in contact with them too long, in their long rest in Egypt, not to have become indelibly contaminated by the wizardry. The Great Cemetery of the city of Bubastis was now in England. And its inhabitants remembered the ehhif they loved, who had fed them fish and milk, and stroked them, and loved them in return. They would not let these ehhif perish simply because they were not the same ones.

The Lone Power struggled in Her cage, while around Her, for what seemed great distances, stars fell thick from the sky, and became People, all burning with glory. The fire of the Sun persisted in their eyes, which they turned on the Lone One where she roared and crashed about in the cage. Softly, a huge and concerted yowl began to go up from the hundreds and thousands a.s.sembled. It built until Rhiow had to crouch down again from the sheer weight and rage of the sound ...

... and the People of the ancient world leapt in fury into the cage with saaRrahh, filling it until the Lone One could no longer be seen: and the cat fight to end all cat fights broke out under the streets of London. The noise soon became like the crash of ocean or of thunder, impossible to hear as anything but a vibration, something that got into the bones and shook the listener into submission. Rhiow lay flat, prostrate with anger, but also with wonder. And the yowl, the roar, the noise, went on and on ...

She could not really tell when it stopped. What Rhiow did notice, though, was the gradual lightening of the scene. Slowly the People of the ancient days were streaming out of the icosahedron, now: they pooled around it for a while, and then slowly began to fade, like a promising dawn fading into a gray and cloudy morning. The physical surroundings began to come back, and Rhiow pushed herself to her feet. The hexaract, finally, was empty. The last few sparks of divine fire in the eyes of the ancient People faded away, taking them with them. And in the middle of it all, on what was left of the platform, stood Ith, his foreclaws neatly folded together, and looking thoughtful as usual.

Rhiow staggered over toward him: but someone else was ahead of her. aWhat took you so long?a Arhu was saying to Ith, rather loudly: he was as deaf as Rhiow at the moment. He clouted the saurian one in the head, a gesture of affectionate annoyance. aI thought you were never going to get here.a aAt least you were able to See, on however short notice, what was coming,a Ith said calmly. aI did not want to arrive with the spell half-set. Our Enemy would have denatured it in a second if it had not arrived already running. Also, I would have found it hard to do so until the Lone One was distracted. And moving such a spell from one place to another while it is active is no small matter.a He looked around at where the sea of radiant eyes had surrounded them. aBut I must say the effect was most impressive ... a Rhiow breathed out in immense relief. Her ears were ringing so badly that she could hardly hear: she and her team would be near-deaf for a day or so, she thought. But we got away easy, Rhiow thought sadly, looking down at Huffas body.

aLook at this mess!a Fhrio said, or shouted, as he came along to join her, slowly, with Urruah behind him. aWhat in the world are the ehhif going to make of this?a For a huge scoop of tunnel and brick and earth had simply been blasted out of the whole area.

aTheyall probably think itas some kind of terrorist bomb or something,a Rhiow said, looking around her at the destruction, the torn-up track and tangled jutting rods of reinforcement metal sticking out of the concrete. She sighed wearily and looked down at Huff again. aAnd what will we do with him?a aI can bring him somewhere where that body may lie easy,a Ith said. aAuhlae ... a He looked around. aThere is no trace. She will have surrended herself willingly ... a aYes,a Rhiow said. aThough by the Queenas mercy, who knows where her soul may be? She and Huff might yet be together sometime, somewhere ... And he saved us.a She looked one more time, sadly, at his body, as Ith picked it up.

aAnd that worked, too,a Urruah said, looking at the icosahedron. aNice job.a aThe time was right. The place was right. The rest of ita"a Ith shrugged. aA spell always works ... a aCome on,a Rhiow said. aFhrio, letas check your gates ... and then go home.a It was some hours before that happened. The London team was going to need restructuring: Fhrio agreed readily enough, as its de facto team leader, that Rhiow and her team would come in occasionally to a.s.sist until new placements were arranged by the Powers. aI think it would have to be that way anyway,a he said, glancing over at Arhu and Siffhaah. aI donat think theyare going to be apart much for a while ... a aNo, I think theyave got some exploring of roles to do,a Rhiow said. aMeanwhile, weall have your abada gate up and running again within a couple of days. But before we go ... thereas one more thing we have to do.a Fhrio actually put his whiskers forward at Rhiow. aWith pleasure,a he said, and went off to bring up the timeslide again so that they could take care of it.

Urruah was standing talking to Ith. Rhiow wandered over to him, and as she came he turned to her and said, a aArtiea ... Donat ehhif usually have more than one name?a aSome places,a Rhiow said.

aSo what was his? Did we ever find out?a aDoyle,a Arhu said. aActually he had two last names ... unusual. Arthur Conan Doyle.a aA very nice boy,a Urruah said. aI wonder what heall make of himself in the world.a aHard to say,a Rhiow said, abut he certainly likes dinosaurs ... a aRhiow?a said Fhrio. aReady.a Patel was standing on the District Line Tube platform, looking around him with astonishment. His trainers were covered with mud ... but there was no mud anywhere in sight: nothing but the platform in front of him, and a light bulb high in the ceiling.

He clearly heard a voice say, from somewhere down low, aSir? Youave dropped your book ... a He looked for the voice ... but saw no one. Only his copy of Van Nostrandas Scientific Encyclopedia sat in its plastic bag on the floor nearby.

aUh,a Patel said. aUh, thanks ... a He picked it up, staring again at his trainers: spent a fruitless moment or so trying to sc.r.a.pe the stinking mud off them: and then went on down the Tube platform.

Behind him, whiskers went forward: and Rhiow went back to fetch her team, with its new part-time member, and go home.

AFTERWORD.

In the preceeding narrative, only one liberty has been taken with agenuinea historya"the history of our own present timeline, at least. There is no evidence that E. A. Wallis Budge was yet working at the British Museum at the age of nineteen (which he was in 1874): but itas at least possiblea"he had finished university and was resident in London at the time, where he was a constant visitor to the museum, working closely with the Oriental Studies department, and Disraeli was his patron. Otherwise, all dates, locations and actions attributed to nonfictional persons are genuine. A.C. Doyle, in particular, was in London in 1874 at the age of fifteen, visiting his uncle, the famous childrenas book artist.

The appearance of a gray tabby in Parliament on 9 July 1874 is not mentioned in Hansard, the official Parliamentary publication, but is covered in some detail in The Times of London for the next day. Chris Pond at the Public Information Office of the Palace of Westminster says, aIn the nineteenth century there were eleven private residences in the building, and I imagine the residents of some of these may have kept a cat, if for no reason other than to control mice numbers.a However, there is no clear explanation of how a cat would have got all the way down from the residences into the Commons chamber, un.o.bserved ... unless it was not quite an ordinary cat.