“These events are far in the past,” said the diabolist Shrue. “Best to put them out of mind.”

  Other blue stones became dull; Morreion’s eyes seemed to assume the light they had lost.

  “The archveults came to Earth; we conquered them; they begged for their lives. So much I recall… . The chief magician demanded the secret of the IOUN stones. Ah! What was his name? He had a habit of pulling on his black beardlets. … A handsome man, a great popinjay—I almost see his face—he made a proposal to the chief magician. Ah! Now it begins to come clear!” The blue stones faded one by one. Morreion’s face shone with a white fire. The last of the blue stones went pallid.

  Morreion spoke in a soft voice, a delicate voice, as if he savored each word. “The chief magician’s name was Ildefonse. The popinjay was Rhialto. I remember each detail. Rhialto proposed that I go to learn the secret; Ildefonse vowed to protect me, as if I were his own life. I trusted them; I trusted all the magicians in the chamber: Gilgad was there, and Hurtiancz and Mune the Mage and Perdustin. All my dear friends, who joined in a solemn vow to make the archveults hostage for my safety. Now I know the culprits. The archveults dealt with me as an enemy. My friends sent me forth and never thought of me again. Udefonse—what have you to say, before you go to wait out twenty aeons in a certain place of which I know?”

  Ildefonse said bluffly, “Come, now, you must not take matters so seriously. All’s well that ends well; we are now happily reunited and the secret of the IOUN stones is ours!”

  “For each pang I suffered, you shall suffer twenty,” said Morreion. “Rhialto as well, and Gilgad, and Mune, and Herark and all the rest. Vermoulian, lift the palace. Return us the way we have come. Put double fire to the incense.”

  Rhialto looked at Ildefonse who shrugged.

  “Unavoidable,” said Rhialto. He evoked the Spell of Temporal Stasis. Silence fell upon the scene. Each person stood like a monument.

  Rhialto bound Morreion’s arms to his side with swaths of tape. He strapped Morreion’s ankles together, and wrapped bandages into Morreion’s mouth, to prevent him uttering a sound. He found a net and capturing the IOUN stones drew them down about Morreion’s head, in close contact with his scalp. As an afterthought he taped a blindfold over Morreion’s eyes.

  He could do no more. He dissolved the spell. Ildefonse was already walking across the pavilion. Morreion jerked and thrashed in disbelief. Ildefonse and Rhialto lowered him to the marble floor.

  “Vermoulian,” said Ildefonse, “be so good as to call forth your staff. Have them bring a trundle and convey Morreion to a dark room. He must rest for a spell.”

  13

  Rhialto found his manse as he had left it, with the exception of the way-post, which was complete. Well satisfied, Rhialto went into one of his back rooms. Here he broke open a hole into subspace and placed therein the netful of IOUN stones which he carried. Some gleamed incandescent blue; others were mingled scarlet and blue; the rest shone deep red, pink, pink and green, pale green and pale lavender.

  Rhialto shook his head ruefully and closed the dimension down upon the stones. Returning to his work-room he located Puiras among the Minuscules and restored him to size.

  “Once and for all, Puiras, I find that I no longer need your services. You may join the Minuscules, or you may take your pay and go-”

  Puiras gave forth a roar of protest, “I worked my fingers to the bone; is this all the thanks I get?”

  “I do not care to argue with you; in fact, I have already engaged your replacement.”

  Puiras eyed the tall vague-eyed man who had wandered into the work-room. “Is this the fellow? I wish him luck. Give me my money; and none of your magic gold, which goes to sand!”

  Puiras took his money and went his way. Rhialto spoke to the new servitor. “For your first task, you may clear up the wreckage of the aviary. If you find corpses, drag them to the side; I will presently dispose of them. Next, the tile of the great hall… .”

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  From ISFDB: “Only illustrations listed in the contents are those found in other publications. There are additional full-page illustrations on the endpapers and pages 12, 33, 44, 49, 60, 68, 76 and 104. There are smaller illustrations on pages 15, 43, 48, 58, 59, 67, 103 and 106. Endpaper illustrations are mirror images of one another. The illustrations on pages 43, 58 and 106 are the same; those on pages 59 and 103 are also identical.”

 

 

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