Лайон Спрэг Де Камп Array: The Incomplete Enchanter

Artegall growled: «Master Harold has slain this Busyrane, a good end for as bad a man as drew breath; and Master Reed has slain more than any two of us with his own magic.»

«Said I not they were true and gallant gentlemen?» said Britomart.

«True, my sweet.» He wiped the sword on the skin of an enchanter’s robe. «Kneel, sirs!»

Shea and Chalmers went to their knees, but Cambell plucked at their sleeves. «Nay, on one knee only.»

Artegall tapped each on the shoulder. «I dub you knights. Be brave, honest, and true in the name of our gracious majesty. Rise, Sir Harold; rise, Sir Reed.»

Shea’s irrepressible grin broke out as he stood up. «How does it feel to be named official racket buster, Doc?»

«Quite. uh. normal, I assure you. The really important fact about this evening’s work is that I’ve discovered the secret of quantitative control. Frege’s definition of number solves the problem with relation to the calculus of classes.»

«‘The number of things in a given class is the class of all classes that is similar to the given class’?»

«Precisely. By treating numbers as classes — that is, the number two as the class of all pairs, the number three as the class of all triples, we can —»

«Say!» cried Shea. «Where’s Belphebe?»

«I don’t recall having seen the young woman. As I was saying, once the problem of introducing a quantitative element —»

«But I’ve got to find Belphebe! Busyrane caught her this morning. He must have brought her here.»

Nobody else had seen her. Florimel offered: «There be gruesome great dungeons below. Mayhap —»

«How do you get to them?»

Chalmers said: «Before you go searching, Harold, I have a spell against magicians that you really must learn.»

«To hell with that! She may be down there now!»

«I know. But Duessa and Dolon certainly escaped this. uh. holocaust, and there may be others.»

«Be warned,» rumbled Artegall. «The rash falcon strikes no game, Sir Harold. We shall need all and more than all the protection we can get to prowl those passages.»

Cambell spoke up: «Cambina, I greatly fear, can do no more for the present, gentle sirs.»

«Okay, okay,» groaned Shea. «Why didn’t you use this spell before, Doc?»

«Why,» said Chalmers, innocently, «it would have blown me back into my own universe! And I have too much to live for here.» He exchanged beams with Florimel. «You see, Harold, the casting of a spell produces on both the caster and the. uh. castee an effect analogous to that of an electrostatic charge. Ordinarily this has no particular effect and the charge dissipates in time. But when a person or thing has passed from one space-time vector to another, he or it has broken a path in extradimensional space-time, creating a permanent. uh. line of weakness. Thereafter the path is easier for him — or it — to follow. If I accumulated too much magicostatic charge at one time, it would, since this charge is unbalanced by the fact that I am at one end of this space-time path. uh. it would by reaction propel —»

«Oh, for God’s sake! Let’s have the spell now and the Lecture later.»

«Very well.» Chalmers showed Shea the spell, relatively simple in wording for calling for complex movements of the left hand. «Remember, you’ve been doing spells, so you probably have a considerable charge at present.»

* * *

They left Florimel and Cambina with Cambell and divided into two parties. Artegall went with Shea.

Smooth stone changed to rough ashlar as they went down. Their torches smoked, throwing long shadows.

The passage turned and twisted until Shea had no idea where he was. Now and then they stopped to listen — to their own breathing. Once they thought they beard something, and cautiously crept to peer around a corner.

The sound was made by water dripping down a wall. They went on. Shea could not help glancing over his shoulder now and then. Artegall, his iron shoes echoing, paused to say: «I like this not. For half an hour we have followed this passage into nothing.»

A side passage sprang away. Shea proposed: «Suppose you go a hundred steps ahead, and I’ll go the same distance this way. Then we can both come back and report.»

Artegall growled an assent and set off. Shea, gripping his épée, plunged into the side passage.

At a hundred paces the passage was the same, receding into blackness ahead of him.

He returned to the T. It seemed to him that he reached it in less than half the time it had taken him to leave it. There was no sign of Artegall, just black emptiness inclosed in rough stone.

«Artegall!» he called.

There was no answer.

He yelled: «Sir Artegall!» The tunnels hummed with the echo, then were silent.

Shea found himself sweating. He poked at the stone before him. It seemed solid enough. He was sure, now, that this T had appeared in the passage after he passed it, about halfway to where he had gone.

He set off to the right. If Artegall had gone this way, he should catch up with him. An impulse made him stop to look back. The leg of the T had already disappeared.

He ran back. There was nothing but solid stone on both sides.

His skin crawled as if a thousand spiders were scuttling over it. He ran till he began to puff. The passage bent slightly, one way, then another. There was no end to it.

When he rounded a corner and came on a human being, his nerves seemed to explode all at once.

The person shrieked. Shea recognized Belphebe. «Harold!» she cried.

«Darling!» Shea spread his arms — torch, épée, and all. She threw herself into them.

But almost immediately she pulled loose. «Marry, I’m but a weak woman and forgot my pledged word! Nay, dear Harold, dispute me not. What’s done is done.» She backed away determinedly.

Shea sagged. He felt very tired. «Well,» he said with a forced smile, «the main thing’s getting out of this damned maze. How did you get down here?»

«I sprained my ankle in my fall this morning. And Busyrane’s minions —»

«Hah, hah, hah!» Dolon, large as life, stepped through the side of the wall. «The two mice who would kill cats!»

Shea crouched for a flиche. But Dolon made a pass towards him. Something wrapped around his legs, like an invisible octopus. He slashed with his épée, but met no resistance.

«Nay, there shall be a new Chapter,» continued Dolon, «with my own peerless presence as archimage. First, I shall prove my powers on your bodies — a work worthy of my genius, doubt it not!»

Shea strained at the invisible bonds. They crept up his body. A tentacle brushed his swordarm.

He snatched his arm out of the way, reversed his grip on the hilt and threw the weapon point-first at Dolon, his whole strength in the movement. But the épée slowed up in midair and dropped with a clang to the floor.

His hands were still free. If Belphebe was set on marrying this guy Timias, what did it matter if he got squirted back by the rocket effect of a magicostatic charge?

He dropped the torch and raced through the spell. Dolon, just opening his mouth for another pontifical pronouncement, abruptly looked horrified. He shrieked, a high womanish scream, and dissolved in a mass of tossing yellow flame. Shea caught Belphebe’s wrist with his right hand to snatch her back from the blaze.

Pfmp!

Walter Bayard and Gertrude Mugler jumped a foot. One minute they had been alone in Harold Shea’s room, the former reading Harold Shea’s notes and the latter watching him do it.

Then, with a gust of air, Shea was before them in a battered Robin Hood outfit, and beside him was a red-haired girl with freckles, wearing an equally incongruous costume.

«Wh-where’s Doc?» asked Bayard.