Jimmy the Hand Part 22

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'We're all scared,' Rip a.s.sured him. 'I don't like saying it, but I am.'

'But what are we going to do?' Kay asked, tears threatening to break loose again. He pointed to the inner door. 'There's a dead woman behind there.' Then he pointed to the outer door, 'And there's a ghost in the hall. We can't get out of the window. What are we going to do?'

Mandy pushed the goblet at him before he could go off again. 'Drink,' she said with ferocious emphasis. Kay did so and it seemed to help.

Rip stared glumly at the opposite wall. It was decorated with a carving of a plant in an urn. It was very elaborate, with all kinds of curlicues, not very pretty, but well done. As he stared, it seemed to him that something was wrong with that wall. From the way it projected into the room there should be a closet in it, but there wasn't. And now that he thought about it, the wall in the corridor was straight and smooth. So why was the wall on the inside bent like that? Can it be a secret pa.s.sage like King Akter used to escape the wicked uncle? Can it be a secret pa.s.sage like King Akter used to escape the wicked uncle? he thought. he thought.

Suddenly Neesa said, 'Yes!' She stood and walked right to where Rip was looking, and went to the wall as if hypnotized and began pressing every berry and flower centre, tracing every curve of every frond, looking for something that might press in.



He hadn't been too sure just what a secret pa.s.sage was or how it worked when Emmet had told him the story, but he hadn't seen a real castle then. They were so big. Could he actually be looking at one right now?

'What are you doing?' Mandy asked.

Neesa pressed one last projection. It sank beneath her finger and something clicked. The wall swung open with a soft creak. Rip approached and stared at it breathlessly for a long moment then Kay and Mandy came to stand beside him.

'Open it,' Kay said, looking pale and dazed.

Rip did. The opening revealed a set of steps leading into pitch blackness.

'Dark,' Neesa said, taking hold of Mandy's hand.

'We'll need candles,' Mandy said, ever practical. 'There's some in that woman's room...'

'No!' Kay said and grabbed her arm. 'Don't go in there!'

Rip silently agreed.

'Well what are we supposed to do?' she demanded. 'If we take that one,' she pointed to the night table, 'they'll know someone was here.'

'They'll know someone was here anyway,' Rip said. 'We drank most of the wine, remember?'

'But if we take the candle they might guess we went this way.' Mandy's face had a stubborn look.

'They won't know!' insisted Rip. 'They'd have to find the pa.s.sage like Neesa did.' Then he looked at Neesa. 'I was thinking about a pa.s.sage, from a story my pa told me. How did you know?'

'I didn't,' answered Neesa. 'She told me.' With a nod of her head she indicated the next room.

Rip couldn't repress a shudder. 'Look, they might think we were here, but they'll think we left by the door.' He marched over and unlocked it, suddenly certain that whatever had tried to follow them into the room was not there. He didn't know why he knew, just that it felt right. 'So, they'll look all over the place, and even if they come back and find this pa.s.sage, we'll have been gone a long time,' Rip explained.

He went to the night table, checked the bedside drawer and found two more candles and a striker. Handing one to Mandy, he stuffed the other into his s.h.i.+rt, then lit the one in her hand and took it from her. They were very good candleswax, not tallow dipsMa had three like them for special times. Then he put the striker in his s.h.i.+rt next to the other candle.

He and Mandy looked at one another for a long moment, then Mandy's eyes flickered toward the corridor. She took a deep breath. 'You go first,' she said. 'I'll follow.'

Rip took a deep breath to steady himself and hoped it didn't show. He was afraid of that dark hole between the walls too. But since they had no other way to go he supposed they might as well get it over with.

A timid knock on the door of Lyman Malachy's laboratory brought his head up from his work table. A glance at the Baron who sat beside him was met with a frown.

'Come in,' Malachy said. He wiped his hands and stepped toward the door. The Baron rose from his chair and put aside his book.

A very nervous and greasy-looking mercenary opened the door and advanced a half pace into the room. His posture was absurdly deferential.

'Sorry to interrupt yer wors.h.i.+ps,' the man said, bobbing in an almost continuous bow, eyes flickering to the geometric shapes on parchments pinned to the walls, to things chalked on the floor, to books and instruments.

'The, uh, the children...'

Lyman closed his eyes; he'd known it was going to be bad, but if something had happened to those children heads would roll. 'Ye-sss?' he said aloud.

'They've, uh, the little brats have escaped, yer wors.h.i.+ps.'

The Baron s.h.i.+fted his stance and Lyman knew without looking that he was giving the messenger a look that might cause a strong man to faint. This fool was not a strong man. The wizard moved to defuse the situation.

'You mean they're out of their room,' Lyman said calmly. 'In point of fact they cannot get out of the house.' Speaking over his shoulder to the Baron he said, 'I've made arrangements.' He turned back to the mercenary. 'So they'll be somewhere in the house.' Flicking his hand in a gesture of dismissal he said, 'Go and find them. And, mind you don't harm them. I very much doubt you'd like the consequences if you so much as scratch one of them. Do you understand?'

The man nodded and backed out, bowing, pulling the door closed after him.

Lyman shrugged. 'd.a.m.ned nuisance!'

Bernarr frowned. 'Indeed,' he said coldly. He sat down again. 'Why do you have so many at one time? We won't need another one for at least a week.'

The wizard bit his lips and looked thoughtfully at the Baron. Then he went over and pulled a chair close to the one in which Bernarr was sitting. 'I've been collecting them for several reasons,' he admitted. 'One, it's not that easy to find a child born on the day your lady...entered her present state. And though the spell we found to extend her life by using the life-energy of these children has at least kept her condition from deteriorating, well,' he extended his hands palms up and shrugged, 'it hasn't improved it at all.'

'I thought that I saw something the last time,' Bernarr said. He stared into the distance as though remembering. 'A twitch of her mouth, and a finger, I'm sure I saw one finger move, ever so slightly.'

'Mmm, mm, yes, just possibly,' Lyman agreed. 'But we need more, much more, my lord. After all, our goal is to free her completely, is it not?'

Bernarr's eyes s.h.i.+fted toward the wizard and narrowed. 'What is in your mind?' he asked in a slow, quiet voice.

Lyman rubbed his hands excitedly. 'The very book that you're reading gave me the idea,' he said. 'If we can raise a life-force powerful enough we may well succeed in curing and waking your lady.'

Furious, the Baron lunged forward, grasping the front of the wizard's robe in his gnarled hand. 'Why have you not told me this before?'

'Because I did not know about it,' Lyman said with a sick smile. 'We only just acquired that book, you know.'

The Baron let him go and leaned back in his chair. 'Show me!'

Nervously, the wizard took the book, sped through the pages and presented it to the Baron once he'd found what he was looking for.

Bernarr studied the text, frowning over the curious antique phrasing. Then his eyebrows rose and his mouth opened.

'Seven times seven,' the wizard babbled. 'A mystical number, you see.'

'Forty-nine?' Bernarr said in disbelief. 'Forty-nine! Are you mad? Why not nine times nine? That, too, is a mystical number.'

'Unnecessary,' Lyman said with a wave of his hand. 'The effect isn't increased if the number of sacrifices is larger.'

'It sickens me to murder these children one at a time!' the Baron exclaimed. 'But...forty-nine? We will be awash in blood.'

'What I think will increase the effect,' Lyman said as if he hadn't heard the Baron's objections, 'is to sacrifice them all at once.'

Bernarr stared at him. 'Forty-nine at once? Is that what you said?'

'Yes. You see we'll create a means to collect all the life-force at once and direct it to your lady. Such a large jolt is sure to do the trick.'

'Are you suggesting that we recruit forty-seven helpers in such a b.l.o.o.d.y act?' Bernarr looked at him warily, as though uncertain about the wizard's sanity.

'G.o.ds forbid!' Lyman exclaimed. 'No, no, that wouldn't do at all. The blow must be struck absolutely simultaneously in all forty-nine cases. One could never co-ordinate that, even if your helpers practised for weeks.'

Interested in spite of his disgust, the Baron asked, 'Then how do you propose to accomplish such a thing?'

'I've designed a machine.' The wizard jumped to his feet and went to the work table. He returned with a roll of parchment and spread it on his knees. 'You see,' he indicated several points on the drawing, 'when the original blow is struck all the other knives descend as well.'

Bernarr leaned over the drawing, studying its particulars. 'But how can you be sure you'll have enough pressure?'

'That's what these cylinders are,' Lyman said, indicating them on the drawing. 'They're twenty-pound weights and, of course, the knives will be extremely sharp. So?' He looked at his patron. 'What do you think?'

'Fascinating,' Bernarr murmured. Then he shook his head. 'But I cannot like it. Bad enough to take them one by one, but this many at once will draw attention.' He thought for a moment, then shook his head again. 'No. I don't see how we can do it.'

The wizard drew back, affronted. 'Well, of course, the ideal solution would be to use a child born at the exact instant that your lady was endangered. That would have been your son.' He looked at the Baron with a stiff-lipped frown. 'But, unfortunately you impulsively made that impossible. Didn't you?'

Bernarr glared at him. 'Well you might have said something at the time,' he pointed out.

Lyman sniffed. 'Perhaps,' he said. 'But you didn't trust me then and might not have listened. And you were understandably distraught; another man might have succ.u.mbed to a paternal impulse and kept the child while letting his beloved go, but you saw the boy as the cause of her death' a black look from Bernarr caused him to amend his statement, 'her unfortunate condition, and had him disposed of.'

Something flickered across the Baron's face and not for the first time Lyman wondered if there was more involved in that choice than he understood, even after all these years. He said, 'Still, a terrible waste.' He thought for a moment. 'Hmm. Do you know where they buried him? Perhaps I can do something with the bones.'

Bernarr thought about that. 'I don't know,' he said at last. 'I wasn't interested at the time. And you've never mentioned it before.' He frowned. 'I will ask the midwife. She still lives in a nearby village. She will know what was done with the creature.'

'Excellent, my lord,' Lyman said, smiling. 'And do keep the plan and think about my other suggestion. I fear that without your son it may be the only way to bring your lady back.'

Baroness Elaine woke with the feeling that someone had been calling her name. But now there was no sound and the call, if there had been one, was not repeated. Her thoughts were slow: even the breaths that she took seemed unnaturally s.p.a.ced and Elaine wondered if she were dreaming.

She felt weak: that was the first physical sensation she was aware of, then the pain. It tore into her like a furious cat, digging into her vitals with sharp claws and teeth that ripped and chewed. Elaine wanted to writhe, wanted to scream in agony, but she couldn't. She couldn't even open her eyes, or so much as twitch. Trapped in the darkness behind her eyes, she screamed in her mind, begging for something to ease the pain, for someone to come and help.

This wasn't like the terrible birth-pangs, which came in waves of agony cresting higher and higher; they were over. Elaine was sure of that: she had heard the crying of her child. I saw his face I saw his face, she thought. The memory brought comfort, or at least took her mind from the pain. But not for longthe pain wouldn't be denied and she wanted to weep, but she couldn't.

She could feel her life flowing away slowly but irresistibly. It terrified her. She struggled to hold on: she wanted to live! She wanted to see her son grow to manhood. She wanted Zakry!

Elaine imagined him holding her hand and telling her to be strong. His touch seemed so real that in spite of everything she was briefly happy. Then the pain bit deeper and in her mind she screamed, and screamed, and screamed. Soon she was begging for death.

But death never came. After a while Elaine lapsed into darkness until at last both she and the pain were gone.

THIRTEEN.

Hiding The magician looked up.

'It's not a complicated spell,' Lyman Malachy said, when the preparations were complete. 'But it's tricky. The degrees of similarity must be delicately balanced.'

He looked aside at his...employer? Host? Friend? Benefactor? Someone who'd given him shelter for seventeen years, and let him carry on researches which would be...frowned upon...in most places, at least. No, he amended, it would get him hanged or burned alive in most places.

They were alone together in the room, with only the candle's flame for company; certainly, the remaining castle staff were used to that. They were probably the best-paid domestics outside the great cities and the households of the greatest lords; and they weren't much as far as quality went. But, like the household guards, they were paid as much to ignore what they heard and saw as they were to render service.

The magician's mouth quirked slightly as he drew his robe more tightly about himthe spring rains were heavy tonight, a thrush-thrush-thrush sound on the shutters and the streaked diamond-pane gla.s.s of the windows; he would have liked a cheery fire himself, but Bernarr cared nothing for the damp chill of this stone pile.

Gold can do many things, he thought. Even overcome superst.i.tious fear among servants and soldiers. But it cannot make a fortress a comfortable place to live.

Bernarr waved a hand that trembled ever so slightly. 'Yes, yes. The brat must bear a similarity to both me and my lady Elaine, and your spell will find it,' he said. 'd.a.m.n the midwife! I gave orders that the brat be disposed of!'

Lyman nodded downward at the three shallow gold disks with their thin crystal covers, each about the size of the circle made by a man's thumb and forefinger. Silver and turquoise, platinum and jet made complex inlays on the inner surface of the gold. Above that was a thin film of water, and on that floated a needle. Each of the three needles was wound about with a hairfor the needle of the central disk two hairs were twined around it, crossing each other; the crystal covers kept the whole undisturbed.

'However, it may be fortunate that she disobeyed,' Lyman said. 'A pity that we could not get more details from her, but this will do as wellbetter, for the knowledge it brings will not be seventeen years stale.'

Lyman rose and shook back his sleeves. His eyes closed, his lips moved, and his hands traced intricate, precise patterns over the central casing.

While the man Bernarr still thought of as a 'scholar', rather than 'wizard', conjured, he remembered the first night they had met.

It had been the night of the big storm, hills and walls of purple-black cloud piled along the western horizon, flickering with lightning but touched gold by the sun as it set behind them. The surge came before the storm, mountain-high waves that sent fishermen dragging their craft higher and las.h.i.+ng them to trees and boulders, and to praying as the thrust of air came shrieking about their thatch. When the rain followed it came nearly level, blown before the powerful winds. The onslaught accompanied his beloved going into labour with the little monster they were now trying to find. His joy at the impending birth of a son caused him to be generous in offering hospitality to the stranger, an odd-looking man with protruding brown eyes and a large nose, made to seem enormous by avery weak chin. He appeared a few years older than Bernarr, in his middle to late thirties, but Bernarr was uncertain about his true age, for he appeared much the same as he had when he had first arrived some seventeen years before.

Lyman had introduced himself as a friend of Bernarr's father, a correspondent who had never met the old Baron in person, but who had been consulted by Bernarr's father occasionally on matters of scholars.h.i.+p. Most specifically, the purchasing of old tomes and ma.n.u.scripts. He had come to enquire as to Bernarr's intent with the library, not knowing if the son shared the father's enthusiasm for scholars.h.i.+p and wis.h.i.+ng to purchase several works should the son not wish to continue caring for the collection. He had been pleased to discover that Bernarr shared his love for learning.

And then had come the news that the Baroness was having trouble with her delivery, Bernarr remembered.

His memory brought Bernarr's remembered pain. He leaned back, swearing. Then he saw the two hairs twined about the central needle were writhing, like snakessnakes which disliked each other's company. They wriggled away from the floating needle, pressed to opposite sides of the casing, and then went limp again.

That's about the most emphatic case of non-similarity I've ever seen, the magician thought, his face impa.s.sive. If there's one thing certain, this pair did not make a child together. If there's one thing certain, this pair did not make a child together.

'What does this mean, Lyman?' Bernarr snapped. His eyes glinted with suspicion: when it came to matters concerning his wife, the Baron of Land's End was rather less than sane.

As I of all men know, Lyman thought. Aloud he continued: 'Ah...my lord Baron...could it possibly be that you have another child? One fathered before you met the lady Elaine?'

That stopped Bernarr's anger; instead he s.h.i.+fted a little in his chair, and reached for his mug of hot, spiced wine. 'Well,' he said, his eyes s.h.i.+fting. 'I was a man grown before I wed...thirty summers...a wench now and then...and of course, for all I know'

'Of course, my lord, of course; we're men of the world, you and I,' Lyman soothed. 'But it would make the twined hairs incompatible with the nature of the spell, you see. That is why I begged another of your lady's hairs. The spell will not be quite so sharp, nor function over quite so great a distance, but it should still function.'

He stood, moving his hands over the left-hand casing. And I'm not going to use the one with only your hair, my lord Baron, because I suspect it would be quite useless for our purposes And I'm not going to use the one with only your hair, my lord Baron, because I suspect it would be quite useless for our purposes.

Jimmy the Hand Part 22

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