faerie rift chronicles 01 - faerie rift (106 page)

“The Azuroth have begun to pound on the door again,” she told them, while the flames leaped higher not three feet from them. “Dion’s elementals sealed it better than any of our people could have done, but they’ll get through eventually.”

“Do we need to have the servants bring out our body armor?” Susan asked her older sister. “It’s downstairs in the warehouse. I had it taken down there when this whole mess began.”

“Not yet,” Kiley responded. “We wait until they’ve begun a concerted move down to the main level before we go that route. I want to avoid bloodshed as much as possible. According to the accounts I heard from the guards, Dion’s elementals proved those creatures will flee if shown some pain.”

“So long as we are the ones who administer the pain,” Loris reminded her. “I don’t want to be on the receiving end of it.”

“We all know what to do if this situation gets out of control,” Kiley reminded her.

“Run to the hills?” Susan asked. “Can we make this gate in the rocks that Dion and his uncle claim to have used? There is no guarantee is it will work for us.”

“I’m not talking about the three of us,” Kiley snapped back. “Our people in this tower can make a run for the gate. You know it’s not an option for us. I refer to the prophecy.”

“Oh, there she goes again with the prophecy,” Loris sighed, as she leaned back in her chair. The glass she held made a loud clunk as it hit the table. “We’ve all heard it since the day we were born. Do you think it will apply in this situation?”

“I didn’t think so at first,” Kiley spoke. “But the more I think about it, the more I am convinced it will. Too many coincidences to think otherwise. When the fifth element grandmaster showed, I knew there had to be a connection.”

“I never saw her do much with her supposed abilities,” Loris said. “If she was so all-powerful, why didn’t she get rid of those things when they entered the tower?”

“She tried,” Kiley pointed out. “It was because of her that we didn’t have things become much worse. Do you not recall she stopped them from leaving the top levels? She summoned those dwellers from the threshold. Queen Lilith and her thugs went into full retreat.”

“Why didn’t she get rid of them at that moment?” Susan demanded. “Like I said, if she is so awesome, why are they still there? Couldn’t she use that thing she summoned to send them back to the abyss?”

“All I know is that she claimed they had too much combined power in this world to open the gate and return them without letting anymore of them inside. I was impressed enough by the stories everyone told me as to how she stopped them in the first place. Plus, she didn’t want the Threshold Dweller to stay around very long. Some of the maids still have nightmares over what they saw when she summoned it.”

“I wish she would get back soon,” Loris stated. “We could use her help. Those things stayed at the top of the tower until this evening for some reason.”

“Something she needed to find,” Kiley pointed out. “I didn’t get a straight answer from her about what it was. But there was something she needed we didn’t have that would get rid of Queen Lilith.”

“I hope she brings it back," Susan gave her opinion. “Because I am tired of living under siege in our own home. Several times I’ve been ready to take a pike up there and end our problems the quick way.”

“I don’t think you’d get very far,” Kiley pointed out. “There are quite a few of them up there.”

“So how long do you think this siege will last?” a voice said to his left. Dion turned to see one of the bus women he hadn’t spoken with sitting next to him. She was a tiny woman, not much taller than five feet with a pair of horn-rim glasses. She spoke in a soft voice, which was hard to hear due to the continuous conversation in the back of the hall.

“Mary Tangent,” she said, while offering her hand. “I was bored listening to all the talk about which writer was better than another, so I came over here.”

“Dion,” he introduced himself again after accepting her hand. These introductions were routine.

“I teach math,” she told him. “At the academy in Ynos. It doesn’t pay the best, but I like my work, so there is that. Symbolic logic is a hobby of mine.”

“If P, then Q?” Dion asked her with a smirk on his face. The fire began to die down so one of the servants worked to keep it burning.

“It begins with that,” she laughed at him. “Gets much more complicated later.” They were illuminated by a flash of lighting from the window.

“That storm is one of the worst I’ve ever seen,” she told him. “Worse than the one which took out most of the street lights in my hometown. I’d heard for years the weather was crazy up in the hills, guess I had to come here and see it for myself. Now I know it’s crazy.”

“Do the people in Ynos appreciate the work you do?” Dion asked her. He still knew very little about this world and not enough to make a judgement call.

“They claim my work is valuable,” she told him. “But if it had value, why do they make such an effort about money to support the academy? Every time there is a financial crisis, I and my colleges are recruited to get the kingdom out of a mess. They sing our praises later, but in a few years, another issue arises and they need us again. They claim our fees are too high and the budget could not withstand what we might charge. I think they are worried we’d dig a little too deep into their sources of income.”

“Furthermore,” she continued, “they waste all kinds of funds on absurd educational projects which never show results. In math, results are easy enough to duplicate and resolve once you understand the underlying equations. In these social sciences, not so much. They freely admit their results can’t be duplicated, and then wonder why so few of us take them seriously.”

“It reminds me of many of the arguments I hear in my own kingdom,” Dion told her. “So much money spent on nonsense just to make someone feel good about themselves or to line pockets. I think you will find it everywhere, no matter where you travel. At least I have.”

As Mary Tangent continued on about her work in symbolic logic, Dion’s mind began to wonder. Not only was the arrival of the women in the bus too much of a coincidence to be taken lightly, so was his uncle’s relationship with this Queen Lilith and her horde. According to his uncle, it was a minor issue that Dion was needed to send them back. However, he seemed to have invested a lot of time and energy into this tower project, and the one in their mutual world, for these things just to appear by accident. Did his uncle have some reason he wasn’t telling him? Dion wasn’t sure, but intended to find out.

“You’ll have to excuse me,” he said to the math teacher, “but I need to have a conversation with my uncle for a moment.” Dion got up from his side of the table and walked around to his uncle’s side of the table.

His uncle looked up at Dion. “What do you want, nephew?” he asked with sarcasm. “I am in the same tower as all of us, so don’t expect I have any solution to the current predicament.”

“Come take a walk with me, uncle,” Dion told him. “There are some wall hangings I would like you to tell me about.”

Not sure where Dion was headed with his line of conversation, Seth Back left the table with Dion. They walked to another part of the great hall where the sound wouldn’t echo as bad. Dion made certain no one was near them when he asked what was on his mind.

“So how much do you know about this Queen Lilith?” he questioned his uncle.

“Only what you have heard,” he replied. “She’s some being from the abyss that always looks for a way out.”

“Really, uncle?” Dion asked again. “It seems to me that it’s awful convenient you had a major force from the abyss work its way into this realm while you were opening the gate. Surely someone of your level of skill should know what is on the other side?’

“What are you trying to say Dion?” his uncle snapped at him. Although no one could hear them at this range, he fought to keep his voice down.

“I think it was very fortunate for you, this arrival of a demoness and her horde. Then you had a reason to bring me and my parents to this time circle. You claim I’m needed by the Aether Elemental Grandmaster, but she is nowhere to be found. Very handy accident on your part, I might ad.”

“Spell it out, nephew!”

“I once heard about a factory owner who was heavy in debt to the banks. He also was over-insured. When his factory burned under mysterious circumstances, he collected his check, paid the creditors and sold the business. To this day, people say the secret of his success was lighting a match.”

“You draw too many unrelated conclusions!” his uncle unloaded at Dion and stormed back to the table.

“Hit a nerve, did I?” Dion said to himself.

Dion walked back over to the table where he sat down next to his parents. His uncle returned to his place at the same table near the Mahen sisters, who were in another one of their deep discussions. He tried not to pay much attention to what they talked about, as it didn’t concern him. Finances. They were in a heated discussion about the monetary state of the family and of the tower. From what Dion could tell, they’d missed several payments to the kingdom on the lease of the tower. Susan let it slide that their parents had never had such problems when they ran the tower’s affairs. Kiley fired back that the financial status was in excellent shape, thank you, and anytime she needed to dip into the cash reserves she could do so. However, as the eldest she felt it irresponsible to run the bank account so low when there were plenty of retainers to take care of and a budget to maintain.

“She does have a point,” Loris said to her older sister, “we could let some of the people who work here go and we’d have more many to spend.”

“I’ll not toss the retainers who have stood by us all these years out the door!” Kiley thundered back at her while the lightening lit up the great hall. “Did you forget these are the same people who have taken care of you since the day we were all born?”

“You don’ have to make it permanent,” Loris replied in a cool voice, “Just send them away for a while. Only until we can get the tower back on its foundation.”

“Do you have the sensation they have bickered this way for years?” a voice to his right said to him. Dion turned and expected to see the math instructor.

Instead, he faced an older woman. She was the leader of the group, he seemed to recall. What was her name? Dion thought for a few seconds and remembered. This was Kristen Malar. He didn’t have a clue as to what she did, but it had to be important by the way the other women respected her.

“I wouldn’t be surprised,” he said to her. “Their parents vanished suddenly, leaving all of them to handle the affairs of the tower.”

“In my line of work,” she said to him while swirling the glass she carried, “you want to minimize arguments between women. It creates a bad reputation for the establishment. Clients see all the negativity and they take their money elsewhere.”

“No argument there,” Dion responded. “What kind of work do you do?”

She hesitated which told him a lot. “I manage a social exchange club. We supply entertainment to clients for many occasions. Most of our customer base is men.”

Dion nodded. She had told him quite a bit.

A few minutes later, Dion saw Susan Mahen get up from the table and walk away. He had no idea where she was headed, nor did he really concern himself with her destination. The tower was vast. She disappeared into the stairwell, which led to the warehouse at the bottom. This was the same place Dion was greeted by Kiley Mahen when he first entered the tower. It still puzzled him why she was the one who greeted him and how she knew he was on the way. It had to do with his uncle, he decided. Uncle Seth had arranged things so he would be greeted by the chatelaine of the tower herself. No minor functionaries for his nephew. He wanted to see Dion impressed.

While Dion puzzled over the reasons for the bus arrival, the women on it, and his uncle’s real motivations, he felt a tap on the shoulder. Dion turned to see the chamberlain Rudy with a note in his hand. Rudy handed it to Dion and left the table. Rudy had timed his approach at the right time as Kristen Malar was back in the far side of the hall conversing with the women’s writing group. It would be of interest to find out what kind of reading material was popular in this world, as it seemed so much like his own in many ways.

Dion unfolded the note and read the message. “Downstairs in the warehouse,” it read. “Immediately. I need to talk to you about something.” It was signed by Susan Mahen.

Dion folded the note and stood up from the table. “I need to see about something,” he said to his parents. His uncle did not seem to notice what Dion was up to, but it could be a deliberate ruse. “I’ll return in a few minutes.”

Dion tossed the note into the fireplace as he walked past it, stopping briefly to make sure it burned.

When he departed the stairwell at the bottom level, Dion was greeted by Rudy, who pointed to their right. In the far corner of the warehouse level, he saw Susan Mahen standing idle next to a collection of wooden crates. She made eye contact with him the moment he looked at her.

Dion wondered what this all might be about. He’d felt some interest from Susan the first time they were introduced. If this were the case, he’d have to inform her that he had a fiancée who waited for him on the other side of the gate he’d taken to enter this world. Lilly might not rule over a huge tower, but she other qualities, which would make her a good wife.

“You need to see this,” Susan said as Dion walked up to her. She pointed down at the open crates.

Below him, inside the wooden crates, were twelve fully automatic rifles. The other crates, which were pried open, contained ammunition and spare parts for the weapons. Dion bent over and noted the maker of the rifles. It was a German arms manufacturer. He shook his head; only the best for Seth Bach.

“What the hell are these?” Susan demanded. “Rudy found these crates last week when he took inventory. They weren’t here the last time we inventoried this part of the warehouse. I know because we have to keep close records for the tax assessor. He just now opened them up. Does this have something to do with your uncle?”