High Sorcery (18 page)

She was accepting all of this, Tamisan realized suddenly, as if this world did exist, as if it was not a dream out of her control. Could Starrex's suggestion be the truth, that they had by some means traveled into an alternate world?

Her patience was growing short; she wanted action. Waiting was very difficult. She was sure that scanners of more than one kind were trained on her and she must play the part of a Mouth of Olava, displaying no impatience, only calm confidence in herself and her mission. That she held to as best she could.

Perhaps the time she waited seemed longer than it really was, but Turk returned, to usher her out of the cell and escort her up a ladder from level to level. She found the long skirts of her robe difficult to manage. The cabin they came into was large and well furnished, and there were
several men seated there. Tamisan looked from one to another searchingly. She could not tell; she felt none of the uneasiness she had known in the throne room when Ha-warel had been there. Of course, that could mean Kas was not one of this group, though a Survey ship did not carry a large crew, mainly specialists of several different callings. There were probably ten, perhaps twenty more than the six before her.

Tork led her to a chair which had some of the attributes of an easirest, molding to her comfort as she settled into it

“This is Captain Lowald, Medico Thrum, Psycho-Tech Sims and Hist-Techneer El Hamdi.” Tork named names and each man acknowledged with a half bow. “I have outlined your proposal to them and they have discussed the matter. By what means will you select a champion from among us?”

She had no sand; for the first time Tamisan realized the handicap. She would have to depend upon touch alone, but somehow she was sure that would reveal Kas to her.

“Let your men come to me, touching hand to mine.” She raised hers to lay it, palm up, on the table. “When I clasp that of he whom Olava selects, I shall know it.”

“It seems simple enough,” the Captain returned. “Let us do as the lady suggests.” And he leaned forward to rest his own for a minute on hers. There was no response, nor was there any in the others. The Captain called an order on the intercom and one by one the other members of the crew came to her, touching palm to palm. Tamisan, with mounting uneasiness, began to believe she had erred; perhaps only by the sand could she detect Kas. Though she searched the face of each as he took his seat opposite her and laid his hand on hers, she could see no resemblance to Starrex's cousin, nor was there any inner warning her man was here,

“That was the last,” the Captain said as the final man arose. “Which is our champion?”

“He is not here.” She blurted out the truth, her distress breaking through her caution.

“But you have touched hands with every man on board this ship,” the Captain answered her. “Or is this some trick—”

He was interrupted by a sound sharp enough to startle. The numbers which spilled from the com by his elbow meant nothing to Tamisan, but brought the rest in that cabin into instant action. A stunner in Tork's hand caught her before she could rise, and once more she was conscious but unable to move. As the other officers pushed through the door on the run, Tork put out his hand, holding her limp body
erect in the chair, while with the other he thumped some alarm button set into the table.

His summons was speedily answered by two crewmen who carried her along, to thrust her once more into a cabin.
This is getting to be far too regular a procedure,
Tamisan thought ruefully, as they tossed her negligently on a bunk, hardly pausing to see if she landed safely on its surface or not. Whatever that alert had meant it had certainly once more brought her to the status of prisoner.

Apparently sure of the stunner beam her guard went out, leaving the door open a crack so that she could hear the pad of running feet and the clangs of what could be secondary alarms.

What possible attack could the forces of the Over-queen have launched against a well-armed and already alert spacer?
Yet it was plain that those men believed themselves in danger and were on the defensive.
Starrex—and Kas. Where is Kas?
The Captain said she had met all on board. Did that mean that the vision she had earlier seen was false, that the faceless man in spacer dress was a creature of hex too-active imagination?

I must not lose confidence. Kas is here—he has to bet
She lay now trying vainly to guess by the sounds what was happening. But the first flurry of noise and movement were stilled, there was only silence.
Hawarel—where is Hawarel?

The stunner's power was wearing off. She had pulled herself up somewhat groggily when the door of the cabin shot into its wall crack and Tork and the Captain stood there.

“Mouth of Olava, or whatever you truly are,” the Captain said, with a chill in his voice which reminded Tamisan of Hawarel's earlier rage, “the winning of time may not have been of your devising—this nonsense of champions and right battle—or perhaps it was. Your superiors perhaps deceived you, too. At any rate now it does not matter. They have done their best to make us prisoner and will not reply now to our signals for a parley; so we must use you for our messenger. Tell your ruler that we hold her champion and we can readily use him as a key to open gates shut in our faces. We have weapons beyond swords and spears, even beyond those which might not have saved those in that other ship. She can tie us here for a measure of time, but we can sever such bonds. We have not come as invaders, no matter what you believe, nor are we alone. If our signal does not reach our sister ship in orbit above, there will be such an accounting as your race has not seen, nor can conceive of.
We shall release you now and you shall tell your Queen this, If she does not send those to talk with us before the dawn, then it will be the worse for her. Do you understand?”

“And Hawarel?” Tamisan asked.

“Hawarel?”

“The champion. You will keep him here?”

“As 1 have said, we have the means to make him a key for your fortress doors. Tell her that, Mouth. From what we have read in your champion's mind, you have certain authority here which night to impress your Queen.”

Read from Starrex's mind? What do they mean?
Tamisan was suddenly fearful.
Some kind of mind probe? But if they did that, then they must know the rest.
She was utterly confined now, and found it very hard to center her attention on the matter at hand, that she must relay this defiant message to the Over-queen. Since there seemed to be nothing she could do to protest that action, she would do so.
What reception might I have in Ty-Kry?-
Tamisan shuddered as Tork pulled her from the bunk and half carried, half led her along.

VI

For the third time Tamisan sat in prison, but this time she looked not at the smooth walls of a space ship cabin, but at the ancient stones of the High Castle ringing her in. Captain Lowald's estimation of her influence with the Over-queen had fallen far short, and her plea in favor of a parley with the spacemen had been overruled at once. The threat concerning their strange weapons and their mysterious use of Hawarel as a “key” was laughed at. The fact that those of Ty-Kry had successfully dealt with this menace in the past made them confident that their same devices would serve as well now. What those devices were Tamisan had no idea, save that something had happened to the ship before she had been unceremoniously bundled nut of it.

Hawarel they had kept on board, Kas had disappeared, and until she had both to hand she was indeed a captive. Kas—her thoughts kept turning back to the fact that he had not been among those who had faced her. Lowald had assured her that she had seen all his crew.

Wait!
She set herself to recall his every word—
what had he said?—"You have touched hand with every man aboard
this ship.”
But he had not said all the crew.
Had there been one outside the ship?
All she knew of space travel she had learned from tapes, but those had been very detailed as they needed to be to supply the dreamers with factual background and inspiration from which to build fantasy worlds. This spacer claimed to be a Survey vessel and not operating alone.
Therefore—it might have a companion in orbit and there Kas could be.
But, if that were so, she had no chance of reaching him.

Now if this were only a true dream .
. . Tamisan sighed, leaned her head back against the dank stone of the wall, and then jerked away from that support as its chill struck into her shoulders.
Dreams
...

She sat upright, alert and a little excited.
Suppose I could dream within a dream—and find Kas that way? Is it possible? You cannot tell until you proved it one way or another.
She had no stabilizer, no booster, but those were only needed when a dream was shared. She might venture as well on her own.
But, if I dreamed within a dream, can I do aught to set matters right? Why ask questions I can not answer until it is put to proof!

She stretched out on the stones of the cell floor resolutely blocking off those portions of her mind which were aware of the present discomfort of her body. Instead, she began the deep, even breathing of a dreamer, fastened her thoughts on the pattern of self-hypnosis which was the door to her dreams. All she had as a goal was Kas and he as be was in his real person. So
poor a guide . ..

She was going under; she could still dream, Walls built up around her, but these were of a translucent material through which flowed soft and pleasing colors. It could not be a space ship. Then the scene wavered, and swiftly Tamisan thrust aside that doubt which might puncture the dream fabric. The walls sharpened and fixed into a solid state; this was a corridor; facing her was a door.

She willed to see beyond, and was straightway, after the manner of a proper dream, in that chamber. Here the walls were hung with the same sparkling web of stuff which had lined her chamber in the sky tower. Seeking Kas, she had returned to her own world. But she held the dream, curious as to why her aim had brought her here. Had she been wrong and Kas had never come with her? If that were so, why had she and Starrex been marooned in the other dream? There was no one in the chamber, but she felt a faint pull drawing her on. She sought Kas; there was that which
promised he was here. There was a second room; entering, she was startled. This she knew well: it was the room of a dreamer. Kas stood by an empty couch, while the other was occupied.

The dreamer wore a sharing crown, but what rested on the other couch was not a second sleeper but a squat box of metal, to which her dream cords were attached, and Tamisan was not the dreamer. She had expected to see herself. Instead, the entranced was one of the locked minds, the blank-ness of her countenance unmistakable. Dream force was being created here by an indreamer, and seemingly it was harnessed to the box.

Given such clues, Tamisan projected the rest. This was not the same dreaming chamber where she had fallen asleep; it was a smaller room. Kas was very much awake, intent upon some dials on the top of the box. The indreamer and the box, locked so together, could be holding them in the other world.
But what of that faint vision of Kas in uniform? To mislead me? Or is this a misleading dream, dictated by the suspicions I detected in Starrex concerning his cousin?
This was the logical reasoning from such suspicions, that she had been sent with Starrex into a dream world and therein locked by an indreamer and machine.
Real, or dream —which?

Am I now visible to Kas?
If this were a dream she should be; if she had come back to reality . . . Her head reeled under the listing of things which might be true, untrue, half true. To prove at least one small fraction, she moved forward and laid her hand on Kas's as he leaned over to make some small adjustment to the box.

He gave a starded exclamation, jerked his hand from under hers and glanced around. But, though he stared straight at her, it was plain he saw nothing; she was as disembodied as a spirit in one of the old tales.
Yet if he has not seen me still he has felt something . . .

Again he leaned over the box, eyeing it intently as if he thought he must have felt some shock or emanation from it The dreamer never moved. Save for the slow rise and fall of her breathing, which told Tamisan she was indeed deep in her self-created world, she might have been dead. Her face was very wan and colorless. Seeing that, Tamisan was uneasy. This tool of Kas's had been far too long in an uninterrupted dream. She would have to be awakened if she made no move to break it for herself. One of the dangers of indreaming was this possible loss of the power to break a
dream. That occuring, the guardian must break it. Most of dreamers’ caps provided the necessary stimuli to do so. But the cap on this dreamer's head had certain modifications Tamisan had never seen before, and these might prevent breaking.

What would happen if Tamisan could evoke waking? Would that also release her and Starrex, wherever he might be, from
their
dream and return them to the proper world? She was well drilled in the technique of dream breaking. Those she had used when she stood in reality beside a victim who had overstayed the proper dream time.

She reached out a hand, touched the pulse on the sleeper's throat and applied slight massage. But, though her hands seemed corporeal and solid to her, there was no response in the other. To prove a point Tamisan aimed a finger, thrusting it deeply as she could into the pillow on which the dreamer's head rested. Her finger did not dent that soft roundness, but went into it as if her flesh and bone had no substance.

There was yet another way; it was harsh and used only in cases of extremity. But to Tamisan this could be no else. She put those unsubstantial fingers on the temples of the sleeper, just below the rim of the dream cap, and concentrated on a single command.

The sleeper stirred, her features convulsed and a low moan came from her. Kas uttered an exclamation and hung over his box, his fingers busy pushing buttons with a care which suggested he was about a very delicate task.