To Visit the Queen (37 page)

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 "breakfast" 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 Ith's remark about the main gate matrices misbehaving, and could only hope that things would remain stable for the time being— stable enough, at least, for the Penn 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 24, 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 she 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 cave's mouth, golden light streamed by in broad rays, through the branches of trees that could not be seen.

Rhiow braced herself, tensed, and leaped through the gate. She came down on stone on the far side, but "down" was not as far down as usual. She lifted one paw to look at it— 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 cat's 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 power— one less physical but, to Rhiow's 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 Mountain's 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 farther 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 grassland, for already she had seen what she had suspected she would— 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 grass, 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 grass 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 grass 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. "Well, Ith," Rhiow said, "I thought you might be here at this point."

"Indeed yes," Ith said, and slowed to stand beside her: together they stared out across the grass, where a small, white-shirted figure was tearing through the grass with several small saurians in friendly pursuit. "He 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 awhile."

"But you stopped," Rhiow said.

"For the time being. I have found at least some of what you sent me for," Ith said. "Some, but not all, of the master spell against the Winter. Many a mummy of your People I unwound last night." He flexed his claws. "It is delicate work, even with wizardry to help: and they all had to be put back the way I found them. Artie," he said, looking after the boy, "is good at that. He has a sharp eye for detail, and a certain morbid fascination for dead bodies."

Rhiow snorted amusement. "It's a typical trait of young
ehhif,
I believe."

"Well, 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 that 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."

Rhiow sat down, watching Artie run. "Is it
too
dangerous to use?"

"Perhaps," Ith said, "but I would not think we dare let that stop us. There is a word in the old Egyptian:
ba-neter,
the world-soul, the 'god-soul of the world.'
That
is the power substrate that this spell indirectly invokes. One of the Powers That Be, certainly: and I think perhaps the one that anciently both created the substance of the Earth, under the One's direction, and later Itself
became
it. What the
ehhif
I think would call the 'tutelary angel' of the Earth, or of its power for life."

"Gaia," Rhiow murmured.

"Yes, 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."

Rhiow's tail lashed; she licked her nose. "I see your point," she said. "What if we wake up the Earth... and She doesn't like what's living on Her?"

Ith bowed in agreement. The grass not too far away from them began to hiss more loudly, and after a moment Artie came bursting out of it. "Come on, Ith," he said, "it's your turn to race!"

"I'll race with you again later," Ith said, "but in the meantime, Rhiow has stopped by to find out how we did last night."

"
This
is Rhiow?" Artie looked at her in astonishment. "You're much bigger!"

"Yes," she said, "I am, here. But it won't last: I must get back to work. Are you having a good time here?"

"Oh, yes! It's wonderful... it's like a little lost world."

"So it is, though not so much lost as hidden. It's 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."

"Ith told me about it," Artie said. "Rhiow, please let me come too! I want to see the world where the Moon's blown up!"

Rhiow shuddered. "I can't say that I recommend it," she said. "We're going to be moving very fast today... there won't be time for sightseeing."

"Oh, Rhiow!"

"Now don't plague her," Ith said. "She has had a hard time of it. She will take you worldgating when things are a little less busy."

"That's right," Rhiow said, putting her whiskers forward at the way Ith was acquiring the sound of a father. "Ith, I'll be in touch with you later to let you know how we're doing. Meanwhile, keep at the work with the mummies. We need that spell."

"I will see to it. Go well."

Unable to resist, Artie put out a hand, stroked Rhiow's head. She purred and bumped 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 night's sleep. The exception was Fhrio, who hadn't had any sleep but didn't seem to care. He had spent the evening analyzing the
ehhif
pastlings, with freestanding wizardries and evidence from the gate logs, and had been returning them to their proper times.

"We got every one of them back where they belong," Fhrio said, and he looked positively jolly, even though he had been up since they'd seen him last. "Every single one! At least now we know that when we get the Queen's problem handled, the gates won't be misbehaving anymore."

"When,"
Rhiow thought.
From your mouth to Her ear...
"It's good news," Rhiow said, and sat down to have a wash: having been a "big cat" always left her feeling oddly unkempt for a few hours— something to do with the coarser texture of the fur. "Is the timeslide ready to try the eighteen-seventy-four run again?"

"Yes it is. We're just waiting for Siffha'h now: she felt she needed a nap after her last pastling transit, to make sure she was sharp for this big one."

Right on cue, Siffha'h turned up, carefully greeting everyone but Arhu, who turned his back as soon as she came in and didn't 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 didn't take long, for Siffha'h 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.

"Ready?" Siffha'h asked, rearing up on her haunches and shaking her shoulders a little as she prepared herself.

Fhrio hooked a claw into the timeslide wizardry. "Now— "

Siffha'h 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 that Siffha'h 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.
She's stubborn, you have to give her that,
Rhiow thought, but whatever was ranged against them was immune to stubbornness.

Siffha'h 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 Siffha'h, who was lying prostrate, panting.

"Blocked," she gasped. "Blocked..."

"It's no use," Fhrio said. "We're not going to be able to get it, the information we need. We were so close, but we're locked out."

"You could try using the key the Powers sent us," Arhu said, very pointedly.

Huff and Auhlae and the others looked at one another, bemused. Rhiow closed her eyes for a moment, and called up her memories of this morning, until she stood again in the grassland 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.

Urruah's tail was lashing thoughtfully. "It would make sense," he said. "The Law of Isometric Origin says that nothing can prevent your return to your home time if you're attempting to reach it, and you have the proper spell, and the spell's working. There's simply no way anything can stop you: you and your home time have too great an affinity. That should mean that even the Lone Power can't stop you... shouldn't it?"

Huff blinked. "It'll be interesting finding out," he said.

"Even if he's only present in the spell as an 'outrider,' it should work," Arhu said. "And if you tie him into the spell, it'll work better yet."

The air pulled open in front of them, and Artie and Ith stepped out. Artie's shirt was torn by someone's claw, and he was slightly sunburned, and had begun to freckle. To Rhiow, he looked extremely happy.

"Here is the one whom the Powers have sent you," Ith said. "I 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."

He flirted his tail in farewell at Artie, and stepped back through his "hole in the air," into nothingness.

Artie looked around at the People and the timeslide. "Wonderful," he said, "more magic! What do I do?"

"Come over here, young
ehhif,"
said Fhrio, "and tell me about yourself."

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 sketch of a wizard's name. It took no longer than that for Fhrio to add the string of symbols to the timeslide.