Feline Wizards - To Visit The Queen Part 8

He hooked a claw into the spell-tracery which would handle the asweepa routine. aHalf a breath,a he said. And then: aItas ready. Standing bya"a aNow,a said Siffhaah, and reared up, and put her forepaws down hard.

Rhiow blinked ... or thought she had. Then she realized it was the spell doing it for her. There was no physical sensation to this transit any more than there usually was from crossing through a gate: but the view flickered and flickered again, showing brief vistas of fluorescent-lit rooms, shocked ehhif faces, and a.s.sorted machinery scattered about. Every now and then, the spell would pause a little longer as it tried to determine whether some particularly ancient ehhif fit the criteria for which it had been instructed to search; then it would move on, almost hurriedly, as if to make up for lost time. Blink, blink, blink, the vistas of people in white came and wenta"

And suddenly, there was someone with them in the circle. He was a sorry-looking ehhif indeed, with longish black hair and a hospital gown, and he was looking at them all with dopy astonishment while he rubbed the wrists which were suddenly no longer restrained. He opened his mouth, possibly to shout for help at the sight of seven cats in a circle of light, but Fhrio slipped one paw under one of the control lines of the spell, and the ehhif froze just that way, staring, with his mouth open.

aItas going to start getting crowded in here,a Rhiow said, unable to resist being at least a little amused. Blink, blink, blink, blink, went the spell, and she had to start keeping her eyes closed; the effect was rather disturbing, for it was starting to go faster and faster. How many hospitals does this city have, anyway? Rhiow thought.

It had quite a few, and they got to visit about eight more of them before yet another ehhif, a tall handsome woman in a borrowed nightshirt, found herself standing in the circle. Rhiow could tell that the nightgown was borrowed, since no one from the last century was really that likely to own a nightshirt featuring a picture of a famous gorilla climbing up the Empire State Building. The woman took one look at the cats in the circle, and opened her mouth to scream.

She too froze, and outside the timeslide, the blink blink blink started again. The center of the circle began filling with ehhif, all still as statuary by some eccentric artist, some dressed, some not very, all looking like people who have been through a great deal in a short time.

And on and on the blinking went, until Rhiow had to squeeze her eyes shut again, and even when they were shut, she could still sense the timeslide flickering from place to place, until the mere thought of it made her queasy. Then there came a surprised shout, and suddenly Artie was standing in the circle with them, looking in astonishment at the other ehhif who were already there.

aNo,a Huff said quickly, anot him.a Artie vanished again and the flickering went on. Rhiow was slightly rea.s.sured by this proof of the spellas ability to sort for the right people. But meantime she closed her eyes again and just concentrated on standing where she was and not falling over.

After a few moments, someone poked her. She opened her eyes again, swallowing, and trying to command her stomach not to do anything rash. Auhlae patted her again with the paw, and said, aAre you all right?a aIf weare done with the hospital sweep,a Rhiow said, athen yes.a aIs that all of them?a Arhu said.

Huff looked at Fhrio, and Fhrio waved his tail in acknowledgment. aThatas all the spell could find,a Fhrio said. aItas more than we had ten minutes ago, anyway.a Rhiow gulped. aFhrio, a beautiful job. Can we leave them here safely a while? We still have one more thing to try to do. Weave got to get at the contaminated timeline and get that a.s.sa.s.sination date.a aNo problem,a Fhrio said. He reached into the glowing hedge of the timeslide, and hooked out another line of light; the whole timeslide slipped sideways, with the people in it, but leaving the ehhif off by themselves at one side of the platform. aIave thrown a nonpermeable shield around them. No one will be able to see them, hear them, or get at them.a aThen letas go. One more time -- !a and once more the pressure built and built, and Rhiow closed her eyes against it, sure it was going to push them straight back in through their sockets. She waited for the release of pressure that would let them all know that the slide had been successful; but it didnat come. It just built, and built, and got worse and worsea"

Canat, said Siffhaah. On the other side of the circle was a terrible feeling of strain, counterbalanced with the sense of some ma.s.sive force planted in their way, not to be moved.

Donat bother, said someoneas voice, Huffas voice, from inside the spell. Let it go, weall try again later!

Ia"will nota"let Ita"Siffhaah gasped. There may not be a chance later. Weare wizardsa"what else are we for?

Not for killing ourselves! Rhiow cried. Siffhaah, let it go!

Silence, and that unbearable strain, getting worse every moment. It wonat give, Siffhaah said, between straining breaths, almost in a grunt. It wonat give. It wonata"

Let it go! Siffhaah, let it go! That was Fhrio, now. Donat trya"

Yesa"it willa"

And silence for a moment ... and then the cry.

Everything fell apart. Once again Rhiow caught that odd and terrible sound, like a roar of some frustrated beast at the very edge of things: then it was gone.

Everything was black. Rhiow lay in the blackness, content to let it be that way. Iam so tired ... just let me rest a little ...

She slowly became aware that Huff was standing over her. aRhiow, are you all right? Rhiow!a She tried to struggle to her feet, almost made it, fell down again.

aNo, lie still,a Huff said, and started to wash her ear.

It was such a sweet gesture, and so completely useless at the moment, that Rhiow could have moaned out loud. But she held her peace. Just for a flash the thought went through her mind: How lucky Auhlae is. How wonderful it would be to have a tom like this to be with ... not just in friendship, but that way as well ...

But she put it aside. aThat waya was no longer a possibility for her: and Huff was spoken for.

Rhiow was conscious of wanting to lie there and let the kindly washing continue, but at the same time it made her profoundly uncomfortable, and she could think of no way to get it to stop but to produce evidence that she was all right: so she pushed herself to her feet, no matter how wobbly she felt, and b.u.mped Huff in the shoulder with her head in a friendly way. aCome on, cousin, itas not that bad,a she said. aIall do well enough. What about the others ... ?a The others were by and large in no worse shape, though Siffhaah could not get up yet no matter what she did, and had to be content to lie there on the concrete while the others sat around her. aWell,a Huff said, athereas no question now that eighteen seventy-four is the right year. The Lone One is actively blocking that year, and not even bothering to hide what Itas doing any more ... a aWhich suggests that Itas getting more certain that thereas nothing we can do to keep the two universes from achieving congruency,a Auhlae said.

Siffhaah was trying to sit up again: Auhlae pushed her down, forcefully, with one paw. aWe have to try again,a she said weakly.

aYou will try nothing whatever,a Auhlae said sternly. aYou are going to your den and you are going to lie there and sleep until youave recovered yourself.a aBut we canat just leave it like this,a Siffhaah pleaded. aWe canat wait. The Lone One is going to block the access even more thoroughly if we donat try again right away. We wonat ever be able to get through. And then It will kill the Queen, and everything ... everything will die ... a She had to put her head down on the concrete again: she couldnat hold it up any longer.

aWe have to wait,a Fhrio said to her. aWe donat have any chance of getting through at all, with you in your present state. Youave got to rest. Thereas a chance ... a He looked over at Urruah, unwillingly. aIf you and Urruah tried it together, tomorrow morning: powering the slide ... a aThatas going to be our best chance,a Huff said, looking over at Urruah to see if he was willing: Urruah waved his tail ayesa. aItas not like we need to be idle in the meantime. Some of these ehhif donat come from the blocked year: we can concentrate on getting as many of them back to their proper times as we can. But as for eighteen seventy-four ... weall have to try again tomorrow.a He looked over at Rhiow. aDo you concur?a aIt seems the best plan,a Rhiow said. aWeall head back to our home ground and make sure things are secure there ... then be back in the morning.a And there was nothing much more they could do about it than that. Home Rhiow and her team went, not in the best of moods, despite the recovery of the ehhif pastlings. Rhiow was feeling emotionally and physically bruised, and still guilty and upset over what she had said to Fhrio ... especially in view of how successful his strategy to pick up the time-stranded ehhif had proven. Urruah was silent as only a tom can be who secretly feels heas been upstaged, and is determined not to acknowledge it since the realization would be below him. Arhu looked abstracted and grim, his thoughts turned inward, possibly to thoughts of what he had Seen or might yet See ... but Rhiow was more willing to bet that his attention was bent mostly on Siffhaah at the moment. And she seriously doubted that tomorrow would turn out any better.

More: when they parted company and she finally got home, Iaehh was nowhere to be found, though he had filled Rhiowas bowls for her again. It was unusual for him to be out late at night by himself. Though perhaps heas not by himself, Rhiow thought. And why would that be so terrible a thing? Itas not like he doesnat need the company of other ehhif. Even, perhaps, one to be close to the way he was close to Hhuha ...

Yet at the same time she shied away from the idea. They had been so very close. There was no question of Hhuha ever being replaced in Iaehhas affections. Rhiow thought he would always love her, even though she was gone. Though why should that mean that he should have no new mate to draw close to? Itas not as if he had been spayed or anything, she thought: and for the first time, Rhiow actually found herself feeling slightly bitter about it. Itas not as if there was an option which he might have had, which is now forever closed to him ...

She sat in the dark kitchen and stared at the food bowl and the water bowl. Listen to me, Rhiow thought. My blood sugar must be in a terrible state. Dutifully she went over to the food bowl and tried to eat: but she had no appet.i.te, and the food tasted like mud.

She sighed and walked into the bedroom, and jumped on the bed: curled up on the pillow and got as comfortable as she could when there was no one else in the bed to snuggle up to. Sleep came quickly, but not quickly enough for Rhiow to escape the images of Siffhaahas fear and Arhuas pain, Fhrioas anger, Urruahas discomfort: and for the first time in a long while, she had no taste for the Meditations, but simply put her head down and waited for oblivion to descend, however briefly ...

Come the morning, or the early afternoon, rather, she woke ravenous and lively again. Iaehh had been and gone, once more filling her bowls: though she was glad of the convenience, Rhiow wished that her schedule would stabilize enough to let her spend an evening with him. For the time being, though, work was going to have to take precedence ... so that there would, hopefully, be evenings enough to spend after it all was over.

After abreakfasta at two in the afternoon, and her toilet, she made her way leisurely down to Grand Central and made the rounds of the gates. They seemed to be running normally: but Rhiow remembered Ithas remark about the main gate matrices misbehaving, and could only hope that things would remain stable for the time beinga"stable enough, at least, for the Perm gating team to handle any minor difficulties that might arise.

Meanwhile, she had one other piece of business to attend to, and she was fairly sure where she might find it. She went down to the train platforms and made her way over to Track Twenty-Four, where the third and most frequently used of the Grand Central gates was positioned, invisible as usual to all but the wizards who used it. Sidled, Rhiow sat up on her haunches and reached into the control weave, caught the appropriate hyperstrings in her claws, and wove them together: then let the configuration snap back into the weft. The transit oval of the gate responded immediately, showing her a view as if from the mouth of a cave: outside the caveas mouth, golden light streamed by in broad rays, through the branches of trees that could not be seen.

Rhiow braced herself, tensed, and leapt through the gate. She came down on stone on the far side, but adowna was not as far down as usual. She lifted one paw to look at ita"an old habit. It was not her usual small trim paw, but nearly five inches across. Rhiow put her whiskers forward, glad as usual that her color at least remained the same when she visited here. The Old Downside was the place where a catas body was the size of its soul, in confirmation of the ancient privilege of feline wizards, whose ancestors had once been leonine in body, and had given up that size and power for a different kind of powera"one less physical but, to Rhiowas mind, much greater.

The stone shelf where she stood reared out from the side of the Mountain and gave a dazzling view across the plains of the Old Downside, tawny in the afternoon sunlight of a summer that never seemed to go away. Above her and behind her the Mountainas huge flanks were hidden by the forests of great and ancient trees which had been there since her People first realized what this place would mean to them down the ages: and at the top of the Mountain speared further upward yet the highest trunk and branches of the Tree whose top rose into heaven and whose roots went down to the center of things. Rhiow looked at it in awe, as she had before, wondering when she would finally have time to go up the Mountain to sit under those great branches and hear the whispers of those who sat in them, murmuring wisdom. Not today, she thought, a little sadly. Maybe later ...

Rhiow headed for the path that led down off the stone shelf, down toward the nearest patch of gra.s.sland: for already she had seen what she had suspected she woulda"creatures running on two legs rather than four, one of them quite small, and the others all six or eight feet tall. They appeared to be racing through the long gra.s.s, and one of them tumbled and got up to race again: faintly she caught the sound of ehhif laughter.

Rhiow put her whiskers forward and made her way down into the long gra.s.s of the plateau, actually just one of several stepped plateaus leading gradually down to where the River poured itself toward the half-seen reaches of what would someday be the Atlantic Ocean. Across the sea of gra.s.s she could see brown-golden shapes running, muscles working under shining scaled hide: and one of them, catching sight of what might have been mistaken for a jet-black lioness, turned and loped in a leisurely way toward her.

She trotted along to meet him. aWell, Ith,a Rhiow said, aI thought you might be here at this point.a aIndeed yes,a Ith said, and slowed to stand beside her: together they stared out across the gra.s.s, where a small white-shirted figure was tearing through the gra.s.s with several small saurians in friendly pursuit. aHe began to weary, ten hours or so ago: so I left him here to sleep with a few of my people for guardians, and continued the work a while.a aBut you stopped,a Rhiow said.

aFor the time being. I have found at least some of what you sent me for,a Ith said. aSome, but not all, of the master spell against the Winter. Many a mummy of your People I unwound last nighta"a He flexed his claws. aIt is delicate work, even with wizardry to help: and they all had to be put back the way I found them. Artie,a he said, looking after the boy, ais good at that. He has a sharp eye for detail, and a certain morbid fascination for dead bodies.a Rhiow snorted amus.e.m.e.nt. aItas a typical trait of young ehhif, I believe.a aWell, it has stood him in good stead. We have found something indeed. That spell is no mere injunction against the Winter, whether meteoric or nuclear. Even by the two missing fragments we have found, I can tell it is one of those spells which invoke the Powers that Be, not indirectly through their servants the elements or mortal beings, but directly and by Their names. Not a force to be toyed with ... and likely to be dangerous enough even when used in a good cause.a Rhiow sat down, watching Artie run. aIs it too dangerous to use?a aPerhaps,a Ith said, abut I would not think we dare let that stop us. There is a word in the old Egyptian: ba-neter, the world-soul, the aG.o.d-soul of the worlda. That is what this spell invokes. One of the Powers that Be, certainly: and I think perhaps the one which anciently both created the substance of the Earth, under the Oneas direction, and later Itself became it. What the ehhif I think would call the atutelary angela of the Earth, or of its power for life.a aGaia,a Rhiow murmured.

aYes, that would be another of the ehhif names. I would be much concerned if, in working this spell, we indeed saved the Earth from the Winter ... but if at the same time, we awakened that Power, the Earth Herself.a Rhiowas tail lashed: she licked her nose. aI see your point,a she said. aWhat if we wake up the Earth ... and she doesnat like whatas living on her?a Ith bowed in agreement. The gra.s.s not too far away from them began to hiss more loudly, and after a moment Artie came bursting out of it. aCome on, Ith,a he said, aitas your turn to race!a aIall race with you again later,a Ith said, abut in the meantime, Rhiow has stopped by to find out how we did last night.a Artie looked at her in astonishment. aYouare much bigger!a he said.

aYes,a she said, aI am, here. But it wonat last: I must get back to work. Are you having a good time here?a aOh, yes! Itas wonderful ... itas like a little lost world.a aSo it is ... though not so much lost as hidden. Itas more like a lost one that we have to try to get into today: the Earth of eighteen seventy-four again. Not the one you come from, but the dark one ... a aIth told me about it,a Artie said. aRhiow, please let me come too! I want to see the world where the Moonas blown up!a Rhiow shuddered. aI canat say that I recommend it,a she said. aWeare going to be moving very fast today ... there wonat be time for sightseeing.a aOh, Rhiow!a aNow donat plague her,a Ith said. aShe has had a hard time of it. She will take you worldgating when things are a little less busy.a Thatas right,a Rhiow said, putting her whiskers forward at the way Ith was acquiring the sound of a Father. aIth, Iall be in touch with you later to let you know how weare doing. Meanwhile, keep at the work with the mummies. We need that spell ... a aI will see to it. Go wella"a Unable to resist, Artie put out a hand, stroked Rhiowas head. She purred and b.u.mped against him, and then headed back toward the path that would lead up to the shelf, and the worldgate back to Grand Central, and onward to London ...

Her own team met her on the platform on the Underground, both looking somewhat better than they had before: and the London team, too, looked much improved for a nightas sleep. The exception was Fhrio, who hadnat had any sleep, but didnat seem to care. He had spent the evening a.n.a.lyzing the ehhif pastlings, with freestanding wizardries and evidence from the gate logs, and had been returning them to their proper times.

aWe got every one of them back where they belong,a Fhrio said, and he looked positively jolly, even though he had been up since theyad seen him last. aEvery single one! At least now we know that when we get the Queenas problem handled, the gates wonat be misbehaving any more ... a aWhena, Rhiow thought. From your mouth to Her ear ... aItas good news,a Rhiow said, and sat down to have a wash: having been a abig cata always left her feeling oddly unkempt for a few hoursa"something to do with the coa.r.s.er texture of the fur. aIs the timeslide ready to try the eighteen seventy-four run again?a aYes it is. Weare just waiting for Siffhaah now: she felt she needed a nap after her last apastlinga transit, to make sure she was sharp for this big one.a Right on cue, Siffhaah turned up, carefully greeting everyone but Arhu, who turned his back as soon as she came in, and didnat give her the chance to reject him first. Rhiow sighed at this, but said nothing about it, and only glanced sympathy at Arhu. He said nothing either, simply waiting for the action to begin.

It didnat take long, for Siffhaah was eager to get started, and so was Fhrio. They leaped into their places inside the timeslide, and Huff and Auhlae followed: hard behind them came Urruah and Arhu, and Rhiow last of all.

aReady?a Siffhaah said, rearing up on her haunches and shaking her shoulders a little as she prepared herself.

Fhrio hooked a claw into the timeslide wizardry. aNowa"a Siffhaah came down on the power-feed point, and the world whited out. The pressure came back. Rhiow had hoped that it might possibly be a little more bearable this time: the hope was in vain. If possible, it was worse. The sense of the power which Siffhaah was pouring into the transit was staggering ... but so was the resistance. It was as if she slammed them all, repeatedly, into a wall of stone. Sheas stubborn, you have to give her that. Rhiow thought: but whatever was ranged against them was immune to stubbornness.

Siffhaah kept hammering, fruitlessly. The pressure bore and bore on Rhiow until she wanted to moan out loud ... and suddenly it simply broke, lifted all at once, a relief so great that she felt like fainting.

She was still standing, but only just. She looked around at the others, all swaying on their feet, and at Siffhaah, who was lying prostrate, panting.

aBlocked,a she gasped. aBlocked ... a aItas no use,a Fhrio said. aWeare not going to be able to get it, the information we need. We were so close ... but weare locked out ... a aYou could try using the key the Powers sent us,a Arhu said, very pointedly.

Huff and Auhlae and the others looked at each other, bemused. Rhiow closed her eyes for a moment, and called up her memories of this morning, until she stood again in the gra.s.sland of the Downside, under the sun of an endless summer. Ith!

Arhu has already called me, the answer came back. Artie and I will be with you shortly.

Urruahas tail was lashing thoughtfully. aIt would make sense,a he said. aThe Law of Isostatic Origin says that nothing can prevent your return to your home time if youare attempting to reach it, and you have the proper spell, and the spellas working. Thereas simply no way that anything can stop you: you and your home time have too great an affinity. That should mean that even the Lone Power canat stop you ... shouldnat it?a Huff blinked. aItall be interesting finding out,a he said.

aEven if heas only present in the spell as an aoutridera, it should work,a Arhu said. aAnd if you tie him into the spell, itall work better yet.a The air pulled open in front of them, and Artie and Ith stepped out. Artieas shirt was torn by someoneas claw, and he was slightly sunburned, and had begun to freckle. To Rhiow, he looked extremely happy.

aHere is the one whom the Powers have sent you,a Ith said. aI will leave him with you for the time being: I must go to continue my work. Even though there are ehhif in the Museum today, I believe I can work around them: and anyway, I feel that I must. Time seems to be getting very short ... a He flirted his tail in farewell at Artie, and stepped back through his ahole into the aira, into nothingness.

Artie looked around at the People and the timeslide. aWonderful,a he said, amore magic! What do I do?a aCome over here, young ehhif,a said Fhrio, aand tell me about yourself.a Fhrio spent about ten minutes asking Artie the usual pointless-seeming questions about his age and his tastes and his birthday and his favorite colors: all the things that went into the most basic asketcha of a wizardas name. It took no longer than that for Fhrio to add the string of symbols to the timeslide.

aNow step in here,a Huff said to Artie. aWeare going to try to move ourselves back into that other eighteen seventy-four. Youare going to feel the spell pressing on you: it might make you faint.a aIall sit down,a Artie said, and did so.

The members of both teams arranged themselves. Siffhaah got up on her haunches. aReady?a Fhrio said.

aReady,a said everyone.

Siffhaah came down. And so did the pressurea"

It was different, this time. Last time it had been as if Siffhaah was throwing them against a wall. This time it was as if something was behind them, pushing, pushing harder and harder against that wall the longer the timeslide was in operation. Instead of being squeezed from all sides, Rhiow felt as if she was being smashed flat in one direction only. Frankly, she thought, clenching her teeth, thereas not much to choose between the two sensationsa"

It went on for quite a long time, Siffhaahas stubbornness still very much something one could feel in the air all around one. But nothing happened ...

The pressure relaxed again. Once more Siffhaah flopped down, panting, and all the People looked at each other in despair.

aWhat are we doing wrong?!a Auhlae said.

Huffas tail lashed. aAbsolutely nothing.a aThereas no physical access,a Fhrio said. aNone at all ... a A long silence fell.

aThen weare going to have to try one thatas not physical,a Arhu said.

Everyone looked at him.

aI think I could See what we need to know,a he said, aif I had help. I kept thinking that this was something you had to do alone. Well, maybe itas not. Maybe Iam just sort of a walking spell. Maybe I can be fueled from outside, too. If she does what she cana"a He refused to look at Siffhaah. aAnd Urruah, if you helpa"and if Artie is here tooa"then I think maybe I can do it. If you take most of the timeslide functions out of the circuit, all except for the coordinatesa"a Fhrio waved his tail helplessly. aWhy not?a he said. aItas worth a trya"a aTry it with just Urruah first,a Siffhaah said. And there was a note there in her voice that Rhiow had not heard before. She was afraid.

Of what?

aAll right,a Urruah said. aLet me take it.a He moved over to the power-point position as Siffhaah pulled herself away, and planted his paws on it. aReady, Fhrio?a aReadya"a Power, growing quickly, increasing to a blaze, a blast. Rhiow blinked, finding herself becoming lost in it. The pressure from behind, which is Artie: the pressure forward, which is Urruah: the impetus in the center, which is Arhu. All go forward a very little way ... and then stop, blocked.

Blocked, yes (says a voice that sounds oddly like Hardyas). But only for actually going. Seeing cannot be blocked: vision is ubiquitous. It is one of the chief functions of Her nature: She sees everything ... though in Her mercy, she does not always look. Looking makes it so ...

Arhu looks. For a while all he can see is that scarred and leering Moon, the promise of destruction. It is meant to distract him. When he realizes this, he turns his attention away. Show me what happens to her, he says to the listening world. Show me the ones who kill the Queen.

The darkness swirls and does not quite dissolve ...

There is little enough to see of them. They fear the daylight. In the room where they sit, talking in whispers, the curtains are drawn against the possibility of anyone seeing in. Sight they may defeat, but not vision. aThe time has come. Our people can suffer this unjust rule no longer. We must go forward with the plan.a aAre the conditions all correct? Are we sure?a aAs certain as we can be. The relationship with Germany could hardly be expected to worsen, excepting that they declare war ... which they dare not do. Any more than the French. But both have been saber-rattling: and France has made several statements in the past few weeks that seem to threaten the monarchy. There is no point in waiting any further.a More whispers, hard even for a Personas ears to pick up. aThe Mouse is in place.a aWell, then let the Mouse run,a says another voice, and it chuckles.

The voices fade. Resistance rears itself against Arhu. Something knows he is watching and listening. Something is trying to push him away, back where he belongs.

The feeling of Arhu pressing back, pushing against the resistance, fighting it.

... To no effect. It pushes back harder. It is winning.

A deep breath ... and then a different tack. The ravenas way.

Donat push against it. Rise above it. Donat fight with the vision: let it bear you. The wings and the wind are a dialog ...

Arhu lets go and soars: and the Eye opens fully ...

The letter came. The small ehhif picked it up, without any particular fanfare, from the kitchen of one of the wings of the castle: a letter from his sister in Edinburgh, he said to the cook, and carried it away whistling. Still whistling, he headed for the potting shed where most of his dayas work took place these daysa"and then stepped into a thick bed of rhododendrons near the shed. Concealed there, he stood stock-still and silently tore the letter open.

He knew what it meant: he did not have to read it. All he had to do was make sure that the contents said what he had been told to expect. Dearest John, I hope you are well. I write to tell you that I have received the ten shillings you sent, and thank you very much. If youa"

It was correct: it was all correct. The man folded the letter and put it back in the envelope, unaware with what fierce interest a Seeras eyes looked through his, and puzzled out the postmark. July 9, 1874.

aTonight,a the man whispered.

The vision whirled aside, shifted.

... And the resistance came back. Pressing him away. Not to see the next part ...

Come on, he said. Help me.

No answer.

Siffhaah, come on! This is what will make the difference!

Noa"do it yourself!

You said it, Arhu saida"not angrily, but pleading. Iall take you anywhere you need to go. This is where we need to go!

A long, long silence, while the pressure increases.

... All right ...

A shuffling of paws on the power-point, to make room for another. She rears up. Terrified, terrified, she comes downa"

A blast of power runs down through the linkages, runs into Arhu. The pressure before him fails, melts away: the wind blows him past ita"

Arhu whirls along with the wind, lets it bear him. Darkness now: not the darkness among the rhododendrons, but black night. In the silence, the man creeps along, under the cosseted trees of the Orangery, along the North Terrace. There are many doors into the silent castle, most locked, but few guarded: after all, the walls are guarded, and no one is inside the walls by night except trusted retainers of the household. There are no lights outside, on the inside of the wall: there is no need for such.

The man stops by a door just east of George the Fourthas Tower, on the bottom level: the servantsa quarters and the kitchens. This is a door which is rarely ever lockeda"a little secret: even servants like to be able to escape now and then. The man waits for a few minutes outside it to make sure that no candle is burning inside, harbinger of some servant girl having a tryst in the midnight kitchen by the slacked-down coal fire of the biggest stove. But no light comes: and he needs none. He knows how many steps wide the kitchen is, how many stairs lead up from it to the first floor, and then how many steps, in the darkness, lead along the hallway to the second landing and the small winding stair which leads up into the eastern end of the State Apartments. It is a path he has walked five or six times now by night, and has memorized with the skill that used to let him ransack complex commercial premises in the City, in the dark, after just one walkthrough by daylight.

He unlatches the door with one gloved hand, slips in through it, shuts it gently behind him. Stands still in the darkness, and listens. A faint hiss from the hot-water boiler behind the coal stove: no other sound.

Twelve steps across the kitchen: his outstretched hand finds the shut door. He eases its latch open, slips through this door too, pulls it gently to behind him. No need to leave it open: he will not be coming back this way. Six stairs up to the hallway. Two steps out into the middle of the carpet in the hall: turn left. Sixty steps down to the second landing. The carpet m.u.f.fles his footsteps effectively, though he would go silently even without it: he is wearing crepe-soled shoes which his employers would have judged most eccentric for a gardener. Well, they will have little chance to judge him further, in any regard. Others will be going to judgment tonight.