Cube Route (14 page)

    They walked down into the chasm, except that it seemed like walking level. Far ahead a hill rose, which was actually the floor of the chasm. They proceeded toward it, and made another turn when they reached it.

    They were back to normal orientation. The thread had known the way.

    They walked on across the base of the chasm. There were trees and bushes here, and even a small stream. In fact it was a rather pleasant scene.

    Then Cube heard an odd whomping. Something was coming, but she wasn't sure what. She looked down the deep valley, between the bushes, and saw something green. It looked like a giant inchworm humping along, only it was steaming.

    Then she remembered: there was supposed to be a dragon in the chasm--a steamer that hunted every creature that got stuck down here. How could she have forgotten? The Gap Dragon!

    “Get beside me, Diamond!” she said. As the dog did so, she summoned a full slew of nickelpedes. They formed a thick ring around the two of them. She summoned a second slew. These formed a phalanx between her and the oncoming dragon.

    The dragon whomped into view. It had six stout legs, small useless wings, and a horrendous head. It spied the nickelpedes and ground to a halt, as any sensible creature would. The nickelpedes waved their deadly little claws at it. Even the dragon should know that those claws could gouge out nickel-sized disks of flesh.

    Then the dragon lowered its snoot and breathed out. A rush of steam bathed the nickelpedes. They fell over and died, cooked through. It was steaming them!

    Cube realized that her talent was no defense against the Gap Dragon. Soon it would clear a path and reach her.

    She cudgeled her stalling mind. What to do? Her first thought was to summon Karia, so they could fly away. But what about Diamond? She couldn't hold on to the dog and the centaur at the same time.

    The dragon took a step forward, the better to steam the remaining nickelpedes.

    Her second thought was to bring out the Princesses. But she didn't want to subject them to the risk. They might get steamed before they could make their magic music.

    The nickelpedes were done for. The dragon raised its deadly snoot, pointing it at her.

    Her third thought was to summon Drek Dragon. She didn't know whether it would do any good, but she didn't have time for a fourth thought. She reached into the pouch. “Drek!”

    Drek slid out. He looked at the other dragon. Alarmed, he breathed out a truly ugly stench, reminiscent of rotten eggs, bloated gut, putrefied zombies, and worse.

    Cube and Diamond gagged. What an awful smell! She was afraid her nose would fall off.

    The Gap Dragon inhaled, the better to blow out more steam--and choked. It backed away, but the horrible odor followed. It couldn't breathe! Cube understood exactly how it was; she couldn't breathe either.

    The Gap Dragon turned tail and fled. Drek saw that and was gratified. Strong perfume replaced the stench breath.

    Cube and Diamond sucked in the sweet smell. What a relief! And what a proof of Drek's ability to protect them. Except that his weapon affected them too.

    “Let's get out of here while we can,” she gasped. She set out along the thread. “And thanks, Drek! You saved us.”

    The dragon wiggled an ear.

    The thread led to the far cliff wall, and up it. Cube, Diamond, and Drek moved up it, the dragon surprised. In due course they reached the brink, turned the corner, and were back on regular land. Then Drek returned to the pouch, satisfied that the danger was over.

    Cube and Diamond followed the thread north, away from the Gap Chasm. She was glad that they were on a regular path now, instead of plowing through brush or worse. The scenery was nice, and there seemed to be no immediate threats. In fact it was rather peaceful.

    “Maybe this is a good place to rest,” Cube remarked aloud. “We've been traveling much of the day, and my feet are tired.”

    They were not on an enchanted path, but Diamond sniffed out a pie tree. Cube had the supplies that Sofia had packed, but preferred to save them for dire need. The better she could forage for herself, the better off they would be. The tree had a nice meat pie for the dog, and a hot pot pie for Cube. Then they settled down to rest for a while.

    “Wake up! Wake up!” Someone was shaking her shoulder, and shouting at her.

    “What's the matter?” Cube demanded, vaguely irritated by this disturbance of her rest. “We were just resting a while.”

    “It would have been a long while,” the annoying person said. “Don't you know where you are?”

    “North of the Gap Chasm. Now if you will just let me finish my rest--”

    “No! Don't go back to sleep. You must get up, get mad, walk around.”

    “Some other time,” Cube said. “I feel rather peaceful now.”

    “That's the problem! You're in Peace Forest.”

    “That's nice.” Cube relaxed.

    But the person wouldn't let her be. Hands grasped her shoulders, three or four hands, hauling her to her feet. “Get awake! Get angry! Walk!”

    Cube's irritation finally became solid. “What's the matter with you?” she demanded. “Why can't you leave me alone?”

    “Because you'll die.”

    Cube opened her eyes. She saw a winged human girl bending over Diamond, trying to rouse the sleeping dog. The girl was so shapely as to stun men's minds just by the thought of looking at her, and even Cube was impressed. There was something about beauty that stirred the heart and imagination. Her wings were pure white, her hair was the same, and her gown matched. Only her huge eyes were different; they were pale electric violet. When she moved her head, her hair rippled in waves, and shone aqua.

    This was no ordinary pedestrian. Cube, now fully awake, tried to suppress her burgeoning resentment of the girl's very existence, because no man would ever look once at Cube if he even suspected that such a creature existed. Then she looked to either side, to find out who was supporting her.

    On her left was a pretty girl with long blue-green hair and black wistful-looking eyes. She was garbed in a black suit. On her right was an ordinary girl with brown hair and iridescent eyes. Even so, she was significantly better looking than Cube. But then, every young woman was.

    “Who are you?” Cube asked. Then, realizing that she was being slightly churlish, she introduced herself: “I am Cube, traveling north at the moment, and the dog is Diamond, traveling with me. We were just resting briefly before going on.”

    “I am Oceanna,” the black-clothed girl said. “I do things with water.”

    “I am Lucidia Feldspar,” the brown-haired girl said. “I can change ordinary stones into gemstones, and vice versa.”

    “And I am Tala,” the vision with Diamond said. “I sew enchanted clothing. Please help me rouse this dog; she's not responding.”

    “Why? Why can't you let her rest?”

    “Because she'll rest forever. That's the nature of Peace Forest: folk caught in it become so peaceful they simply sink into oblivion.”

    Alarm was percolating through Cube's mind. They had told her that she herself would die, and Diamond would rest forever. “But we were just resting briefly.”

    “When did you start your rest?” Lucidia asked.

    “Just a short while ago, as early evening was starting, and--” Cube paused, for the sun was high in the sky; it was now broad day. “Maybe--yesterday?”

    “Or maybe several days,” Oceanna said. “You are slightly off the beaten path; we discovered you only because we had to pause for a private function and saw the sleeping dog, and then you. So we acted, hoping we were not too late.”

    “It seems you weren't.” Cube checked herself. Her clothing was rumpled and soiled with the green of crushed grass. Yes, she had been lying there for some time.

    Cube went to the dog. “Wake, Diamond,” she said. “Or I'll send a nickelpede to pinch you.” A nickelpede appeared.

    “You summon nickelpedes!” Tala exclaimed. “What a marvelous talent!”

    Cube's resentment of the winged girl's beauty diminished. “It's useful at times.”

    Diamond's eye flickered halfway open. It spied the nickelpede and snapped all the way open. The dog struggled to her feet as the nickelpede scurried away.

    Cube helped her. “We're in the Peace Forest,” she said. “We've been sleeping for days. These nice girls roused me. We need to get out of here.”

    Diamond seemed to understand. She shook herself and gained steadiness.

    They walked back to the path, and on north. Fortunately the thread continued that way, so Cube didn't have to say anything. “We travel together,” Tala explained, “because it isn't safe for a single person.”

    “But can't you simply fly over the forest?” Cube asked.

    “I can, but my friends can't.”

    “We tease each other and tell mean jokes,” Oceanna said.

    “And practice our talents,” Lucidia said. She paused to pick up a pebble. “Would you like a gem?” She held it forth, and it was a sparkling diamond.

    “Oh, I couldn't accept that,” Cube said, though it drew her like a magnet. “I have nothing to exchange for it.”

    “Are your nickelpedes tame?”

    “For me, or for someone I designate.” Cube glanced at her, surprised. “You can't want a nickelpede!”

    “One could be useful,” Lucidia said. “Sometimes men bother us.”

    Cube could well imagine. “Have a nickelpede,” she said, summoning one. “This is Lucidia,” she told it. “Be her friend.” Then she exchanged it for the diamond.

    “Your clothing is spoiled,” Tala said. “My talent is sewing enchanted clothing. I could make you a fresh outfit.”

    “Would it make me beautiful?” Cube asked wryly.

    “It would fit you well, and keep you warm.”

    “Want to trade a nickelpede for it?”

    “Yes. But it will take me a little while to make the clothing.”

    “That's fine. Here's your nickelpede.” Cube summoned another, and attuned it to Tala.

    They walked on. Tala brought out a length of cloth she had carried somewhere, and began adjusting it, forming a dress. The material shaped itself marvelously in her hands; she really was good at this.

    Lucidia stumbled. “Oops, she's getting peaceful,” Oceanna said. “I'll wake her.” She ran to a nearby stream and scooped up a ball of water. She shaped it into a model of a waterfowl and set it on her friend's head. The moment her hand left it, the water dissolved, soaking the girl.

    “Ooo!” Lucidia cried. “Why did you do that?”

    “To make you mad,” Oceanna said. “You were getting peaceful.”

    “Oh.” The girl brushed herself off ineffectively. “You succeeded.”

    Cube thought of Ryver. He would like this girl. Probably a lot, as they had similar talents. But Oceanna was so much prettier than Cube, that Ryver would probably never consider her again after seeing Oceanna. But that was selfish, and Cube refused to be that way. “I know someone you should meet,” she told Oceanna.

    “Oh? Who?”

    Cube put her hand in the pouch. “Ryver,” she murmured.

    He slid out. For a moment he seemed dazed, trying to take all the details of the three girls at once. So Cube helped him out.

    “This is Oceanna. She's good with water. I thought you should meet her.”

    “Water!” he agreed. “How?”

    Oceanna returned to the river and scooped up another ball of water. “Here,” she said, tossing it to him.

    “Great!” he said, catching it and throwing it back. Then he scooped up a water ball of his own and tossed it to Cube. “Thanks.”

    Cube caught it and held it. Meanwhile Oceanna was shaping her ball into the form of a miniature dragon. It looked very realistic, but it was translucent. She held it up to be admired. It turned its head and switched its tail as if alive.

    “That's great,” Ryver said. “I can't do that.” Then he stepped into the river and dissolved, disappearing into it. At the same time, the ball Cube held dissolved.

    Oceanna stared. “And I can't do that,” she breathed.

    Ryver's head appeared from the water, followed by the rest of him, appropriately clothed. “So we have similar but different talents.” He eyed her appraisingly.

    “Yes. I can't wait to tell my boyfriend the ogre.”

    “The ogre,” Ryver breathed.

    “Yes. He thinks there's no one else like me. He'll be interested.”

    “Interested,” Ryver agreed faintly. He approached Cube. “Maybe it's time for me to go back in.”

    Surprised, Cube held out the pouch. Ryver put in his foot and slid into it.

    “That's a nice purse,” Tala remarked.

    “There's no point in us both walking when one can do it,” Cube said, tucking the pouch away. “Why didn't he want to meet your boyfriend?”

    “What boyfriend?” Oceanna asked.

    “The ogre.”

    The others laughed. “That's just what she says to keep men polite,” Tala explained. “Nobody wants to meet an ogre.”

    “Oh.” Ryver had eyed her, but Cube had thought she would like it. Nobody ever eyed Cube that way.

    Finally they left the forest. “We live in the North Village,” Lucidia said. “That's another day's walk north. But maybe we can get a ride with a centaur. We're approaching their village.”

    Cube thought of Karia. She could get a faster centaur ride. But she didn't want to let that be known. She probably shouldn't have brought Ryver out, though that seemed to have been okay.

    Tala finished the dress. “Try this on,” she told Cube, giving it to her.

    Cube pulled off her soiled clothing and tried on the dress. It fit marvelously well, and was supremely comfortable. It really did seem to be magic. “It's wonderful.”

    “I made it to keep you warm or cool,” the winged woman said. “You won't have to worry about the weather.”

    “This is really much more than a nickelpede is worth,” Cube said.

    “I like making clothing. It's what I do. It was nice finding someone who was in need of a new dress.”

    “She made our dresses,” Lucidia said.

    “Then all I can say is thank you,” Cube said gratefully. “I really like it.”