– So he deserves it… – mumbles Vika, agreed already.
Firstly we pass the edge of the nearest slope, looking down. Then Vika searches the valley to the left from the stream, and I – to the right. Involuntarily my gaze is attracted down into the gully where I found the star in my dream: some cliffs can really be seen there.
But the business first. I must make sure that Unfortunate is not with us anymore.
I even climb up a little, following our path, it's just for the sake of it, to clear up my conscience.
And there, in the small crevice which we easily jumped over in the light of the dimming day I find Unfortunate.
I stand above the crevice silently, looking at Unfortunate from a ledge 3 meters above him. A couple of minutes passes until he makes sure that I've noticed him and raises his head.
– Good morning, Gunslinger.
I stay silent, I don't have strength even for the anger anymore.
– It's too hard to see in the dark, – utters Unfortunate an amazingly fresh and genius idea.
It wasn't that much to fall but he was unlucky. Even from above I can see that his right leg is swollen and Unfortunate is sitting trying not to touch it. I get the slippers from behind my belt, put them on and descend.
– I'm sorry, – says Unfortunate when I pick him up and scramble out of the crevice.
– Why? – I just ask.
– So that you wouldn't hesitate. I can't explain anything anyway.
– You're fool. Only suicidal ones are wandering in the mountains at night… or the Black Alpinist.
– I never was in the mountains before. And who is the Black Alpinist?
It's quite a long way down to the camp and I have time to tell him the tale of the Black Alpinist and that company that was dragging ball dresses and tuxedos to the mountains, then several real stories. We approach Vika when my store of the mountain legends runs out. I put Unfortunate on fir branches scattered by the fire under Vika's icy glare and say:
– What can be better than the mountain walk without any gear? Only the mountain walk with an injured one on the back.
I wonder, what will she do now.
– Give me the belt, – commands Vika.
I couldn't expect that much of aggressiveness.
– Vika, using 'Warlock'…
– Shit. You unfinished diver! I need a tourniquet!
I never was curious whether virtual clothes can tear or not, and don't want to try – the mountain sun is cruel. So I abandon the idea of tearing the shirt for tourniquets and give Vika my bandana.
She mingles with Unfortunate's leg for a long time, shaking her head gloomily when he moans in reply to her careful touches.
– The shin is broken, – she sets the diagnosis, – Without a shift I think, as strange as it might be.
– You're a doctor too?
– No, just a nurse, but an experienced one. I need more tourniquets.
I have to sacrifice my shirt after all and the jacket put on the naked body looks as a complete mauve tone. We put Unfortunate's leg in a self-constructed cast.
– Not even a single idiot, – now Vika allows herself to vent out her anger, – not a single cretin in this world have ever managed to break a leg in virtuality! What do you have in reality, huh? Do you have a broken leg?
– No… – mumbles Unfortunate.
– Thanks God for this at least.
We look at each other, our previous evening's battle mood have vanished. One thing is to abandon a deceiver in the virtual world, and a different one is to abandon a wounded person in the mountains, and the fact that the mountains is a fake changes nothing.
– Let's go to those cliffs, – I suggest.
– Okay. I saw them in my dream.
One glance is enough and we don't say anything else. There's no laws for unreality. Whatever it is, a dream or reality – we descended to the fallen star together.
11
The cliffs are really out of place in this valley. The glacier might bring boulders, but not such a huge lumps.
– Looks like it's really an exit to the different space, – agrees Vika turning back to me, – Are you tired?
I shake my head. To be honest, my hands are tired to hold Unfortunate but there's no time for such trinkets now.
– If the program had really broken through to some foreign server, – reasons Vika, – then the channel will be one directional. We sure will be able to exit but if we need to flee…
– As a last resort, we have 'Warlock', – I say but without much confidence. I'm not too eager to fall into blue tunnels anymore: too weird pictures did I see on my way.
– Okay, let's go. Maybe there's nothing at all over there. – Vika sighs and steps forward. I lag after her. Unfortunate is silent, either feeling himself guilty (which is right) or doesn't want to hinder. And this is a right behavior too.
We move along the narrowing canyon. At some point I look up estimating the height of cliffs. They are obviously higher than it seemed back in the valley. Very encouraging sight indeed…
The pass becomes narrower and narrower, we can't walk side by side anymore. I start to move my side forward, this way the risk to hit Unfortunate's injured leg against the cliff is less. Maybe it would be a good idea to put the winged slippers on, but this idea came to me a bit too late, now I won't be able to turn and bend over. Vika swears quietly in front of me having problems too, I gloatingly think that Madam with her dimensions would be stuck long time ago.
It gradually becomes colder, an icy wind breaks into the slit from somewhere. This is good, very good!
– Lenchik! – says Vika in a muffled voice, – Yes!
I see the light in front of me, blocked by her silhouette. Vika shifts somewhere to the side and I step into her place. I hit the Unfortunate's leg against the wall on my last steps anyway and he moans quietly.
The canyon brings us to a weird place.
There are mountains – but different ones. They are not just uninhabited
– they're wild, as if the life was here some time ago but then something killed it. A twilight. Maybe it's day anyway but the sky is blocked by dense lead colored clouds. Everything is enveloped in desolation and dull melancholy. A path winds down the slope among black fangs of the cliffs.
– What is this? – asks Vika quietly, – Lenia?
I gaze around. No, this is a different space for sure, and I think a familiar one.
– The Elves, – I say, – This is some role-playing server. They play here.
– Like in "Labyrinth"? – speaks Unfortunate out.
– No, in a different way.
– We won't go far here, – says Vika gloomily, – Either we'll freeze or the Elves will shoot us incidentally.
– We'll freeze first, – I say. My shirt was used for tourniquets and I carelessly disposed of my jacket.
– That's okay, at least your exposed torso looks way too impressive, – says Vika ironically. Good for her to talk, she has a jersey and Unfortunate has masking overalls from "Labyrinth", it's quite warm.
– If we just had somebody to impress, – I stretch my hand, – Vika, there's a path in front of us, we should get there and search for people.
– For the Elves.
– People, Elves, Dwarves, whoever.
The snow is almost knee-deep, we slowly lag along. Unfortunate whispers guiltily:
– I don't understand anyway…
– Do you know who Tolkien is?
– He's an author…
– Just please don't recite "The Lord of the Rings" by heart, okay? So, this is a virtual space created by his fans, role-players. They congregate here, put on the bodies of his characters and play various plots, either Tolkien's or other authors'.
– A theater, – decides Unfortunate.