‘Open up.’ A familiar woman’s voice.
Hal flinched. He could pretend that the room was empty, but what good would it do? She’d come in anyway. He’d been caught, might as well own up. After all, there was nowhere left to run.
When he opened the door, Catherine Manning stood there, swathed in her expensive furs. ‘Ms Manning,’ Hal stuttered. ‘Were you looking for me?’ He caught himself when he saw Manning’s glassy eyes and the disturbing waxy sheen across her face; she looked oddly like a marionette.
Her mouth opened and closed, opened and closed, and when a sound finally did come out it was no longer her voice. ‘The strain has been too much for this form. It cannot hold.’
Hal took a step backwards at the eeriness of a man’s voice emanating from Manning’s full, feminine lips.
Suddenly Manning collapsed, and as she fell to the floor she wasn’t like a flesh and blood woman at all. Her body appeared to be made of paper, or perhaps just skin, folding up on itself. What was left of her lay on the floor, flat and wrinkled and twisted, like a discarded set of clothes.
And where she had been, someone else now stood. At first, the face appeared to swim before Hal’s eyes and he had fleeting images of people he thought he knew and probably disliked, before the visage settled down to that of a stern-faced man dressed in flowing scarlet robes.
‘Who are you?’ Hal gasped.
‘In the time of the tribes, I was known as Dian Cecht of the Court of the Final Word, wise man, healer, now the last of the Tuatha De Danann.’ The bitterness in his voice made Hal wince.
‘Ms Manning-’
‘She thought she could use me for her ends. I was using her for mine. I rode her body and her mind through these Fixed Lands, avoiding the notice of the Devourer of All Things, preparing for this moment.’
‘I don’t understand.’ Hal knew that he sounded like an idiot, but he didn’t know what else to say.
‘Your kind have long been an interest of mine,’ Dian Cecht said in a manner that on the surface appeared quite unassuming, but Hal found distinctly menacing. ‘I know how you work. Inside and out. Down to the smallest particle. Though many of my kind had a strange affection for Fragile Creatures, I was not one of them. I saw in you something else: a chance for the Golden Ones to survive in a place that had grown tired of them.’
‘I don’t understand what you’re saying,’ Hal said weakly.
‘In you lies the last hope of my people, and the last hope of your own. Are you ready for the task that lies before you?’
Hal stared blankly at Dian Cecht for a moment, then nodded.
‘Then come.’ Dian Cecht led Hal out into the corridor. ‘You are a strange people,’ Dian Cecht continued. ‘I told a Sister of Dragons what was planned. I needed her to be there, at the end, so that the Devourer of All Things would not suspect. And she kept the secret well, even though it meant her suffering.’ Dian Cecht clearly could not understand Sophie’s sacrifice.
Several feet away, a shimmering wall of blue ran from wall to wall.
‘What’s that?’ Hal asked.
‘Though it took all my abilities, I have closed this small space off from Existence. It lies beyond the world on the other side of the wall, yet is still a part of it. But only for a short while. And here the Devourer of All Things has no power to see.’ Dian Cecht strode ahead, so that Hal had to skip to keep up.
The god led Hal to the research rooms where Kirkham had carried out most of his experiments into finding a way to cross over to T’ir n’a n’Og. They came to the Plexiglas window that looked on to the lab where Glenning had turned to a pile of dust after returning from his trip to the other side, and Hal was surprised to see it awash with a brilliant blue light. The stately bluestone that had been brutally ripped from Stonehenge was glowing with the sapphire radiance.
‘It never stopped working,’ Hal said in amazement. After Glenning’s death, no one had felt the need to return to the labs down here. It was considered a failed experiment and everyone had more important things on their minds.
The sheer power coming off the megalith gave Hal pause. ‘That’s why,’ he said to himself. Then to Dian Cecht: ‘Oxford was flitting in and out of the Otherworld because of this stone! The power must have been infusing the whole city!’
The door opened of its own accord and Dian Cecht stepped into the blue world. Hal followed.
‘He is here,’ Dian Cecht said. ‘He is in your hands now.’
Standing nearby was the giant who had appeared to Hal in the Grove behind Magdalen what seemed like so long ago. The Caretaker held the Wayfinder lantern aloft, and when he smiled warmly, Hal felt all the tension leave his muscles. ‘I knew you would be here, now, Brother of Dragons,’ the Caretaker said warmly. ‘This lantern will light your way, as it has done for many of your kind before you.’
As Hal’s eyes adjusted to the megalith’s flooding light, he realised that there was something else in the room. Coiled around the walls was an enormous Fabulous Beast that appeared to be made of the blue energy, yet which had solidity and weight. Its sapphire eyes were fixed firmly on him, and to Hal they appeared not like those of a beast at all, but wise and calm and wonderful. Hal had no idea how it could have entered that enclosed space.
And standing in the sinuous loops of its tail was a woman, her own eyes as blue as the Fabulous Beast’s; skin pale, hair black. ‘This is your time, Brother of Dragons.’ It was the woman who had spoken, but the voice was deep, male and slightly sibilant.
All eyes were on him. Hal looked from one to the other and realised that he was being asked something of great importance.
‘Do you understand your responsibilities, Brother of Dragons?’ the Caretaker asked.
‘Yes. I haven’t lived up to them,’ Hal admitted. ‘I’m sorry…’ He caught himself and then added honestly, ‘I think I’m too much of a coward for this job.’
‘Everyone has a different strength,’ the woman said. ‘You have used yours effectively.’
Energy arced across the room. The power emanating from the bluestone was growing more intense. Hal stood entranced by the light show for a moment before adding, ‘You’re talking about the code, in the painting.’ He sighed. ‘I know who the king is now. But it’s too late.’
‘It is never too late,’ the Caretaker said firmly. ‘The signs were left for you, and you alone, to prepare you for this moment.’
‘Me?’ Hal said, puzzled.
‘You have a choice,’ the woman added. ‘You may turn away now and give all of Existence up to the Devourer of All Things. Or you must find the king and bring him back here, but the sacrifice you make will be great indeed.’
‘You’re saying I have to die,’ Hal said. Not far from the megalith, the Blue Fire had begun to take on some kind of shape.
The Caretaker stepped forward and, for a second, Hal felt as if he was in the presence of his father. ‘Nothing dies. Nothing new is created, nothing is destroyed. It is simply transformed.’
‘And he’s not dead? The king?’
The Caretaker smiled once more, reassuringly. ‘Nothing dies.’
‘He is lost,’ the woman said, as if she could read Hal’s mind. ‘In distant times, in a faraway place, his memory fading. He will not find his way home without your guidance.’
‘How can I do that?’
The Blue Fire had now formed itself into a rectangle, like a burning doorway in the air. The Caretaker stood next to it, holding the Wayfinder as if to light the way through; the lantern’s flame surged and flickered and tugged towards the door.
‘You must give up your mortal form,’ the woman answered. ‘Become one with the Pendragon Spirit.’
‘In that way,’ the Caretaker continued, ‘you may pass through this door to the source of all things. You will become a part of Existence. You will reach through all time, all space. And for the briefest of moments you will have subtle influence. A mere tug, but it may be enough to direct the king towards this place.’