James Enge - This Crooked Way

We lurked in the shadows of a half-ruined building across the way from the bronze door while Charis pointed out to Morlock the window of the room where the information was hidden. "But we'll never reach it," Charis said despairingly, and I had to agree: the window was halfway up a smooth featureless wall. Even if we could get across the moat without being spotted we could never climb up. And, even if we could get in the front door (which we couldn't), I didn't like the thought of trying to sneak through a house of killer golems.

But Morlock, when Charis had made the layout clear to him, just nodded and took something out of a pocket sewn into his cloak. (His clothing was full of weird pockets.) It looked like a big feathery ball; he unfolded two winglike branches, revealing a glassy sphere hanging in the middle. It was like a bird with no head, black wings, and a glass body.

I had no idea what it was, but Charis did. "No!" he gasped. "Not-"

"Keep him quiet," Morlock said to us.

We did, enthusiastically.

Morlock held the bird-thing in his right hand. He struck flame with something he was holding in his left hand and applied it to the glass sphere. Nothing happened at first, but then something lit up inside the glass sphere. The wings stretched out and seemed almost to come alive.

Morlock said a couple of words I didn't understand and tossed the wingthing into the air. It hovered above us for a moment, the glowing sphere casting a weird red light on our heads. Then it flew away toward the bluestone facing of Charis's house, its red heart trailing fire through the blueblack darkness. It hit the house exactly on the opposite side of where the information was hidden (if Charis was telling the truth). The wing-thing exploded when it hit the wall and flame splashed out, taking root even in the stone and continuing to burn.

"Wow!" Thend remarked brilliantly.

"Do it again!" I said.

Morlock grinned crookedly at us and gestured that we should let Charis go.

"My house!" he groaned.

"It's not your house right now," Morlock pointed out. "If we succeed tonight, it may be your house again."

"I don't see how."

"Then the fire loses you nothing. In any case, I'll pay you for the damage. We cross to the moat now."

"What about the watchers?" I asked.

"There won't be any. All his golems are instructed to fight fires when they occur. I noticed it when I was last here. He's terrified of fire."

"And why not?" Charis groaned.

Morlock did the shut-him-up-with-a-look thing again and we all ran across the open space and jumped down into the dry moat. Morlock led us around until we were just under the window of the room we wanted. He took something that looked like a big bean out of another pocket and, holding it up to his mouth, muttered some words to it. Then he put it down on the ground.

The bean burst like a hatching egg, and out of it crawled a vine with broad greenish black leaves. It crawled straight up the side of the moat and the wall above it.

"Wow!" said Thend. "That'll be handy in the mountains."

Morlock looked rueful. "I'm afraid it's my last one. I had four, but I traded three of them to this boy for his cow."

"That's crazy!"

"Well, I really needed the cow." The vine stopped growing. "I'll go first," Morlock said. "Send Charis after me. Then both of you come up; no one is to wait below."

"Morlock," I whispered, "I'm not sure I can climb all the way up to that window."

Morlock replied quietly, "Just take a firm grip on the vine and hold on." He did so, and vanished. I looked up and saw the vine was carrying him upward to the window. He fiddled with the shutters for a moment, then looked down to us and gestured. He disappeared into the now-open window.

"What a thief he could have been!" Thend whispered to me. "Robbery. Lock picking. House breaking. He can do it all."

"Tell him sometime," Charis said, with a pale unpleasant leer. "As long as I'm there to watch."

"Up the vine, you," I snapped.

His face got a mutinous look for a moment, but then he looked at ours. He turned and grabbed the vine. It carried him up the wall to the window and he climbed in.

Thend went next; I was last. It was like falling straight upward, and I nearly lost my grip at the top. But I didn't quite, and scrambled through the casement into the room I thought we'd never reach.

"Close the shutters," Morlock said, still quietly, but not whispering. There was a big commotion coming from other parts of the house; it looked like Morlock's plan was working so far. He struck a light and set it on a nearby table.

"What's that?" I asked in a quavering voice, just before it moved.

It: vaguely manlike, but half again as tall as a man, and broad in proportion, with thick trunklike limbs. Its huge hairless head had big batwing ears dangling on either side and one great blue eye occupying its whole face: no nose or mouth. I thought it was a statue, set with its back against the door to keep it shut, until it stepped forward, clenching one hand and raising a spear in the other.

Morlock's sword was strapped over his back and he drew it just as the creature moved, thanks to my warning, I think. He leaped forward and struck off the thing's head. The head went spinning off and bounced against the door …but there didn't seem to be any effect on the creature at all. It grabbed Morlock with its left hand and threw him like a rag doll against the far wall. Then it threw its spear, pinning Morlock's sword arm to the wall. It strode up to him and grabbed his left arm with its right. It clenched its left hand and began striking Morlock on the head and body with its great stonelike fist: heavy blows, killing blows.

Thend cursed and ran forward to grab the thing's left arm. It was the bravest thing I'd seen since Roble ran off to fight the whole Bargainer village and the God in the Ground with one thin knife (my knife, as it happens, and I never got it back, either, but maybe that's not important).

But it was perfectly useless. The headless thing kept on pummelling Morlock, dragging Thend back and forth with each blow. It didn't even seem to know he was there.

I looked around for Charis. He was crouched under a table across the room. Useless sack of quivering snot-but what good could he do? What could any of us do? The thing would kill Morlock and then each one of us. Unless I could make it to the window and the vine would take me down …

It was the only course that made any sense. I couldn't help Morlock or Thend. There was no use in my dying, too.

Glancing about wildly, I saw the thing's severed head, sitting on the floor in front of the door. The single blue eye, still alive, was intently watching its former body pummel Morlock. I thought about tossing the head out the window, but that wouldn't do any good; it could kill Morlock without seeing him, now. I shuddered, wondering what sort of monster could kill someone after its head had been cut off.

Then I knew, of course. It had to be a golem. That thing, that golem in Charis's shop today, it had gone on babbling after Morlock ripped its eye out and split open its chest. It had only stopped moving when he …when he…

"Oh, no," I whispered, as the idea struck me. "I can't do it. I can't."

But I had to.

"Aaaaa-aaaa-aaaaaah!" I screamed, running across the room and leaping onto the golem's back. Its shoulder was surging back and forth as it pounded Morlock, and I almost got thrown off, but it didn't seem to know or care that I was on it, and I managed to hold on with my legs and left arm. I plunged my right arm down into the open neck of the golem.

The inside of the golem was sticky, like wet clay, and the nastiness of it nearly made me let go. But I held on and groped around inside the golem's chest until my right hand closed on something that felt like a scroll. I seized it and pulled it out through the open neck.