The Hero of Varay (31 page)

Joy stopped talking again, and we went on down to our bedroom. Sunset was near and there weren’t any lights on inside, so the shadows were thick, concealing. I waited for Joy to continue. She went to the window and stared out.

“Daddy didn’t say much of anything the whole time here, and nothing at all after we went up top. He looked kind of green around the edges. Mother was scared and didn’t hide it. She talked a lot, but not much of it made any sense. I showed her the marriage certificate you got from Baron Kardeen, and she carried on about how she couldn’t tell her friends that we got married someplace that doesn’t exist and all that.”

Another silence, this one shorter than the others.

“told them that we could get a place for them to live here, and a place for Danny and his family, because the other world might get even more dangerous than it already was, more nuclear bombs, more terrorists, maybe even all-out nuclear war. Daddy doesn’t think that nuclear war is even possible anymore, not with all the changes in Russia and everywhere. I’m not sure they believed one word I said about all that. They’ve never thought much of my opinions. They wouldn’t even consider moving here. Daddy had to be back at work Monday morning. Mother couldn’t cut herself off from all her friends in St. Louis. And what kind of place was this for Danny to bring up his kids? What kind of place was this for
anyone?
I talked until I was blue in the face and crying from frustration, but it didn’t do any good. Finally, I had to take them back to Chicago or just keep them prisoner here, and I couldn’t do that, no matter how stupid they were being. Then Daddy tried to drag me off home with them, get ‘help’ for me. If I hadn’t managed to slip through the doorway to your mother’s house, I think he would have made it. I called the apartment from Louisville. Daddy was mad. Mother was crying.”

I held Joy long enough for her to get her crying done.

“We’ll try again,” I said after a few minutes. I dried her tears with my hand. “They’ve had time to think about it. That’ll make it easier. Come on, let’s go eat. A meal will make you feel better.” In Varay, no one missed a meal voluntarily.

There was a huge fire in the hearth at the head of the great hall, and the heat was welcome. It made me remember the cold of the mountains. And halfway through supper, there was a pounding on the door downstairs. Lesh went to check on it. When he came back, he pointed at the ceiling and said, “There’s a dragon circling overhead.”

16
The Shadow

I looked at Lesh, then down at the ruby hanging from my neck. I don’t think that a light bulb went on over my head, but the realization came to me that fast. The
jewel
was actively calling dragons, somehow.

“What’s this dragon doing?” I asked, without any great agitation.

“Just circling above, like the other,” Lesh said.

“Sit down and eat,” I told him.

“Aren’t you going to do anything about it?” Joy asked.

“Not unless it comes down. I can’t.” I told her about the earlier dragons. “I guess that the one that followed us to Thyme has had time enough to fly here.”

“You mean that ruby is attracting dragons to you?”

“Like a magnet,” I said. “That has to be what’s doing it. I’ve seen more dragons since we got this than in all the time I’ve been around here.”

Joy had pushed her plate away when Lesh made his announcement, but when she saw that I wasn’t going to interrupt my meal for the dragon, she pulled her plate back and started eating again. But she didn’t have her heart in it. She nibbled and kept looking around. Some of the others at the table were just as nervous. At the moment, food was more important to me and my traveling companions than any dragon. Unless the beast came down and started causing trouble, I intended to fill my belly.

“The only way to get rid of the dragon is probably to take this jewel somewhere else,” I told Joy. “If I’m right and it’s the jewel calling the dragons. If this one is still overhead after we get done eating, we can step through to Chicago—no, better make that Louisville—for a while.”

“Why Louisville?” Joy asked.

“In case there’s someone looking for Aaron in Chicago,” I said. “By the way, I didn’t see him when we came through Basil today. He’s still around, isn’t he?”

“Yes, and apparently he’s finally quit growing. He’s taller and heavier than you. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was at least your age.”

“Uncle Parthet still working with him?”

“Every day, almost constantly. Aaron is convinced that he doesn’t have any choice but to become a wizard as fast as he can. I think Parthet did the convincing.” Joy looked around the table, then leaned a little closer to me. “And some of the people at Basil are worried. They’re afraid that because Aaron is black he’ll practice black magic.”

Varayans can be as superstitious as anyone, and they had more excuse. As far as I knew, Aaron was the only black to ever come to the buffer zone.

“That’ll change as they get to know him,” I said. “First time he does something special, all that will be forgotten. Varay doesn’t have the history to make people bigoted over color.”

We got through the rest of supper without any additional alarms. Before taking off for Louisville, I decided to go up to the ramparts to have a look at the dragon for myself. It was well past sunset, but I might still be able to catch a glimpse of the beast. I stopped upstairs to strap on my elf swords and to get the rifle that had misfired the last time I tried to use it on a dragon. I reloaded the magazine and carried the rifle up top with me.

The dragon was still floating around in lazy circles, more a silhouette than anything else, occulting batches of stars as it passed. I took the rifle, aimed, and fired. The gun actually worked for a change and the dragon flapped a few times to get even higher and started making wider circles, so maybe I hit it. I tried another shot but got nothing from the rifle. The third shot worked, but it didn’t seem to have as much recoil as it should have. The dragon scarcely reacted to that shot, maybe just to the noise.

“Guess it don’t want to be run off,” Lesh said.

“I guess not,” I replied. Harkane, Timon, and Joy had all come up to the battlements as well. Joy wanted to see a dragon for herself.

“Lesh, you think you can mind the store here for a day or so? Joy and I are going to Louisville. That ought to throw the dragon off.”

“I’ll handle things here, Lord,” Lesh said.

“We’ll take Harkane and Timon, I think. You want to come?” I asked them. Both nodded. Visits to the other world were still a treat for them.

“Lesh, there anything you want us to bring back for you?”

“I could use some of that beer in the big cans,” he said. “You know the kind I mean?”

“The Australian stuff, Foster Lager, right?”

“Aye, that’s it.”

“Okay, Foster Lager it is,” I said.

On one of our earlier visits to my world, Lesh and I had visited a fancy bar in Chicago that claimed to stock every brand of beer made in the United States or imported. The foreign beer list was alphabetized by country. Lesh and I started working our way straight down the menu. We were fresh out of Varay that evening, so we needed longer than usual to get stinking drunk—but we also needed another two nights of hard drinking to get all the way through the list. By the middle of our second session, the waitress hardly needed to ask for our order. She had a copy of the beer list. And on the third night, as we closed in on the end, we didn’t even have to pay. We had an audience, with different folks picking up the tab for each round. It was a fun time, even worth the hangovers and all the people who said, “I hope you’re not planning to drive.” I assured them all that we had come by cab and would leave by cab, and I smiled and nodded, all of that. A couple of jolly drunks. We bought a round for the house now and then, and everybody was happy. Nobody much noticed when Lesh and I slipped into Varayan to comment on one thing or another. Who pays attention to jolly drunks? Oh, the folks who knew that we had worked our way through more than a hundred brands of imported beer in three nights all wanted to know which we liked best, but you can’t make discriminating judgments when you’ve sampled most of the brands after you were already plotched. What Lesh liked so much about the Foster’s was that it came in quart cans.

“A six-pack of that would really get you through supper” was the way he put it at the time.

Harkane and Timon ran off to change clothes. Well, Harkane didn’t
run
. He would have considered that too undignified now that he was no longer a “kid.” But he hurried, just the same.

“It’ll just be for tonight and tomorrow,” I told Joy. “The next morning, we’re back on the road again, going for the mate to this ruby.”

“Isn’t one of those enough for whatever you have to do?” Joy asked.

“I guess not. Nobody knows yet what we have to do. All the elf has said is that we have to bring both of them together.”

“You going to change first?”

“Yes, and I’m even going to take a quick bath to get some of the trail off me so I don’t clog the drain at Mother’s house. Why don’t you open a passage to Basil long enough for Harkane to pop through to tell Baron Kardeen where we’re going, and why. That way, someone can get in touch with us if necessary.”

    We set up Harkane and Timon in the guest room. That had double beds, its own bathroom, and a thirteen-inch television. TV fascinated both of them. If we hadn’t just returned from a long quest, they would likely have stayed up all night watching the tube. Almost everything on TV was still new to them, even
Gilligan’s Island
and
I Love Lucy
.

Joy and I had my old room. It was still “my” room even though I hadn’t lived there since my first trip to Varay—actually, since I went away to college. I was only home for brief visits then, during school breaks and between semesters. I even took courses every summer.

After Joy and I shared a long shower and started to catch up on the long weeks of missed sex, I had an idea.

“You know, we could ease your mother’s mind about one thing.”

“What’s that?” Joy asked drowsily.

“We could drive down to Nashville in the morning and get married again. No blood test or waiting in Tennessee.”

“Can we get there and back in one day?”

“No problem. We’ll take Mother’s van. We can get copies of the license and certificate and mail them to your folks.”

“You sure you don’t mind?”

“Not at all, love. Besides, it gives us something to do. And it will be nice to look at some mountains I don’t have to climb.”

“That’ll be nice,” Joy said. We made love again and then she went to sleep.

But I couldn’t sleep. We had been back in the “real” world for three hours and I hadn’t checked the news yet.

It was close to three in the morning, but Mother still kept the cable service paid up, so I got CNN and sat there to see what was going on in the world. There didn’t seem to be any major current crises, nothing to preempt everything else for. There was still a lot on about the
Coral Lady
disaster and some reprisal raids that had been made. Apparently, those had been in August. The references assumed that any viewers had been in touch with the story all along, so some of it was too oblique for me to be sure exactly what had been done. There had been a series of raids, not just the one attack that had been on the news before I headed into the Titans.

There was no mention of the dragon that had been spotted over Chattanooga the last time I was in this world, no mention of a missing jet that might have strayed into the buffer zone. Maybe those dislocations had corrected themselves. I hoped so. Things were complicated enough.

It was five o’clock before I went back up to bed. Joy didn’t wake. I set the alarm and crawled into bed. I still had time for a couple of hours of sleep. We planned to get up at seven to get ready for our trip south.

The drive from Louisville to Nashville wasn’t bad, especially not since the speed limit on the interstate had been raised. We got on 1-65 out by the airport, headed south past Fort Knox and Mammoth Cave, and crossed the state line into Tennessee just after eleven. We stopped for lunch at McDonald’s just before we reached Nashville, ordered enough for twelve hungry people, and sat in the van to eat. When we went back inside to order seconds we drew stares from the kids working the counter.

I needed a half hour to find the courthouse, and we stood in line for another thirty minutes to get the license. There was a preacher hanging around to marry couples who couldn’t wait or who didn’t have other plans, and the ceremony itself took less than five minutes. We had photocopies made of everything, then got a stamped envelope at the post office and sent the copies to Joy’s parents. Next we hit a big mall on the edge of town, found a jeweler who had rings in Joy’s size, and bought a set. We put more dents in my credit cards before we left the mall: clothes, books, playing cards, kerosene lanterns, and junk food. I planned to wait until we got back into Kentucky to buy the beer and some hard liquor.

After another big meal, this one a little more balanced, we started back north, just after four o’clock. I didn’t push the van hard. We had plenty of time and I felt pleasantly full and contented. There was country music from a Nashville station and the day was beautiful, with some of the leaves just starting to turn to their autumn colors.

Then a Willie Nelson song was interrupted for a news bulletin.

“We have a report from Crossville on the Cumberland Plateau that Tessie has been spotted again, flying toward Nashville. An unidentified source at the FAA regional Air Traffic Control center confirms that the unidentified radar signatures match the August sightings there and in Chattanooga, and there have also been visual sightings this afternoon. We’ll keep you right up to the minute with this as always.”

The special report ended and the disk jockey came back on with, “Well, folks, we got us another dragon doo-doo alert goin’ here. Ain’t nobody got a pooper scooper big enough for Tessie. An’ we’re still lookin’ for the first pile close enough for our crews to get to it. The reports we’ve had say Tessie can drop fifteen hundred pounds at a time.” He stopped and laughed. “I shore ain’t seen Tessie yet, an’ I’m not sure I want to. She must not like country music.”