Castle War

Seven Castle — Hall of Mirrors

Sir gene regarded his many selves.

There were any number of them, all reflections in the numerous mirrors lining the chamber, regressing to infinity. Each seemed to have its own scheme, the machinations furrowing every brow. Furious thinking was going on.

What was known? Just this: that this place was the castle, but it was not the castle he knew. It had its Incarnadine, and indeed its Sir Gene, but was a different thing altogether. This castle’s Sir Gene — or simple “Gene”; obviously the fellow was made of commoner clay — had temporarily left Perilous. That much had been gleaned from chance encounters with servants who had been surprised to find him still about.

He also knew from Tyrone that Incarnadine was away. This datum was a peg on which a whole new career could be hung, if action could be taken quickly enough.

But what action?

He needed allies. There was no end of possibilities. Presumably this castle had access to as many worlds as the other. The same worlds? Similar, but altered? Perhaps entirely different worlds. The truth would have to be ascertained. In any event, enlisting allies among the various universes would be the thing to do, as always. He had had partial success using this tactic.

He would need accomplices in the castle. But he could not rely on his castlemates here being exact duplicates mentally as well as physically. He would have to feel them out one by one.

He left the Hall of Mirrors and walked the hallways, thinking. He had already searched his room. “Gene” was a spartan sort with very few possessions, and what he had was not very useful. There was no cache of weapons, no interesting books or papers, no lists of potential supporters or enemies to be eliminated. Not that a shrewd conspirator would leave such lying about; but then Sir Gene himself had not been altogether cagey. After all, he had been caught!

How long would Gene be gone? It was vital that he find out. How could his unexpected return be explained? He owed no answer to the servants, but to satisfy the Guests he would have to come up with something.

Of course the simplest thing to do would be to get rid of the double. How? By lying low in the castle and waiting for the double’s return. Then pounce, a quick kill, and dump the body through the nearest aspect. Simple enough. But there was no telling when Gene would return. Incarnadine might come back first. Then the game would be lost.

No, he had to act quickly.

He shook his head wearily. This was more complicated than he had at first thought.

Perhaps he should just give it up, slip into an aspect and disappear. For good. It was a temptation.

But no. There was this hunger in him, and only a steady diet of castle intrigue could satisfy it.

“Gene!”

He spun around. It was the Lady Linda, running to him.

“There you are! We’ve been looking all over for you.”

“You’ve found me,” was all he could think to say, then silently berated himself.

Think fast!

Linda seemed breathless but deeply relieved. “When the servants said that Halfway had disappeared and you weren’t around, I thought, here we go again! Why didn’t you tell somebody? We thought you’d gone through the portal!”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I should have reported directly. When I noticed something was amiss I thought I’d try to get to the bottom of it. Been exploring other aspects.”

“Did you find anything?”

“Some strange things may be happening in the castle.”

Which was true enough.

Linda nodded. “Jeremy just got a message from Incarnadine. He says to expect some kind of disturbance.”

“Indeed?”

“Yeah. Halfway disappearing might be part of a pattern.”

“Did Lord Incarnadine say when he would return?”

“No. For some reason — maybe because of the trouble — he can’t get back from where he is.”

“I see.”

Some capital luck there.

“When we found out you’d disappeared, Snowclaw wanted to rush right out into that world to find you. We had trouble holding him back.”

Snowclaw! That horrid beast, a friend?

“I hope you dissuaded him.”

“We did. Snowy’s not stupid. He knows he’d get into trouble running around on some strange Earth. That is what we have out there, isn’t it? Some alternate Earth with no Halfway House?”

He did not know what Halfway House was, but could guess. In his castle, there was no stable Earth aspect.

“Possibly,” he answered.

“Anyway, the aspect’s still there. It hasn’t disappeared. Something might come through.”

“Let us hope not. Is there anything else I should know?”

“Well, one of the servants told me that the golf course world looks different. I don’t know if that means anything, but Mr. Dalton and Thaxton could be in there, and they could be in trouble.”

“Some men should be dispatched to find them.”

Linda brightened. “Thank God somebody’s up to making some decisions around here. Yes, of course. Why didn’t I think of that?”

“Tyrene doubtless took care of it. One of his duties is looking after Guests.”

“You’re right. The servant probably reported to him. I should have, too, though, just in case.” Linda smacked her forehead with a palm. “I’ve got to get my brain working. Looks like we have another crisis on our hands. But I was so worried about you.”

“No need.”

Sir Gene looked around. So far, so good. But the oafish Gene might appear at any minute, unless he was lost to some strange Earth. Happy thought, that.

He said, “I’m hungry. What say we —?”

“Snowy’s probably back in the dining hall. You’d better go there right away.”

Hm. “Snowy,” indeed. He didn’t relish dealing with the beast, but it looked unavoidable. What’s this, now? She was looking at him strangely.

He asked, “Anything wrong?”

She knitted her brow. “Did you cut your hair or something?”

“Ah … no. Why?”

“You look different somehow. I see you changed back into castle duds.”

“Duds? Oh, yes.” He smoothed the doublet he had filched from the mundane Gene’s room.

“Are you worried about Vaya?”

Vaya? Careful, careful.

“No … not particularly.”

“I’m not worried now that I know you’re safe. I just hope Mr. Dalton and Thaxton get back all right.”

“I’m sure they’ll be fine. Why don’t we go to the dining hall?”

“I’m going to elevator up to the laboratory and talk with Jeremy. I want to see exactly what Incarnadine had to say. Jeremy should have recorded the conversation.”

“Fine. Until later, then.”

“See you.”

Linda went off down the hall. Sir Gene watched the way her buttocks shifted under her brown tights. In this universe the Lady Linda was more demure and somewhat more desirable. The one he had known was foul-mouthed and had bad teeth. In more ways than one, this was the better Castle Perilous.

He was famished! Snowclaw or not, he had to visit the dining hall. Ambition could wait. He strode off to satisfy a more natural hunger.