"You are-a good friend-I wonder why...."
Moonglum turned away with an embarrassed grunt. He began to prepare the meat which he intended to roast over the fire.
He had never understood his friendship with the albino. It had always been a peculiar mixture of reserve and affection, a fine balance which both men were careful to maintain, even in situations of this kind.
Elric, since his passion for Cymoril had resulted in her death and the destruction of the city he loved, had at all tunes feared bestowing any tender emotion on those he fell in with.
He had run away from Shaarilla of the Dancing Mist, who had loved him dearly. He had fled from Queen Yishana of Jharkor, who had offered him her kingdom to rale, in spite of her subjects' hatred of him. He disdained most company save Moonglum's, and Moonglum, too, became quickly bored by anyone other than the crimson-eyed Prince of Imrryr. Moonglum would die for Elric and he knew that Elric would risk any danger to save his friend. But was not this an unhealthy relationship? Would it not be better if they went their different ways? He could not bear the thought. It was as if they were part of the same entity-different aspects of the character of the same man.
He could not understand why he should feel this. And he guessed that, if Elric had ever considered the question, the Melnibonean would be equally hard put to find an answer.
He contemplated all this as he roasted the meat before the fire, using his long sword as a spit.
Meanwhile Elric took another draft of wine and began, almost visibly, to thaw out. His skin was still badly blistered by chilblains, but both men had escaped serious frostbite.
They ate the venison in silence, glancing around the hall, puzzling over the non-appearance of the owner, yet too tired to care greatly where he was.
Then they slept, having put fresh logs on the fire, and in the morning they were almost completely recovered from their ordeal in the snow.
They breakfasted on cold venison and pasties and wine.
Moonglum found a pot and heated water in it so that they might shave and wash and Elric found some salve in his pouch which they could put on their blisters.
"I looked in the stables, " Moonglum said as he shaved with the razor he had taken from his own pouch. "But I found no horses. There are signs, however, that some beasts have been kept there recently."
"There is only one other way to travel, " Elric said. "There might be skis somewhere in the castle. It is the sort of thing you might expect to find, for there is snow in these parts for at least half the year. Skis would speed our progress back towards Iosaz. As would a map and a lodestone if we could find one."
Moonglum agreed. "I'll search the upper levels." He finished his shaving, wiped his razor and replaced it in his pouch.
Elric got up. "I'll go with you."
Through the empty rooms they wandered, but they found nothing.
"No gear of any kind." Elric frowned. "And yet there is a strong sense that the castle is inhabited-and evidence, too, of course."
They searched two more floors and there was not even dust in the rooms.
"Well, perhaps we walk after all, " Moonglum said in resignation. "Unless there was wood with which we could manufacture skis of some kind. I might have seen some in the stables...."
They had reached a narrow stair which wound up the highest tower of the castle.
"We'll try this and then count our quest unsuccessful, " Elric said.
And so they climbed the stair and came to a door at
the top which was half-open. Elric pushed it back and then he hesitated.
"What is it?" Moonglum, who was below him, asked.
"This room is furnished, " Elric said quietly.
Moonglum ascended two more steps and peered round Elric's shoulder. He gasped.
"And occupied! "
It was a beautiful room. Through crystal windows came pale light which sparkled and fell on hangings of many-coloured silk, on embroidered carpets and tapestries of hues so fresh they might have been made only a moment before.
In the centre of this room was a bed, draped in ermine, with a canopy of white silk.
And on the bed lay a young woman.
Her hair was black and it shone. Her gown was of the deepest scarlet. Her limbs were like rose-tinted ivory and her face was very fair, the lips slightly parted as she breathed.
She was asleep.
Elric took two steps towards the woman on the bed and then he stopped suddenly. He was shuddering. He turned away.
Moonglum was alarmed. He saw bright tears in Elric's crimson eyes.
"What is it, friend Elric?"
Elric moved his white lips but was incapable of speech. Something like a groan came from his throat.
"Elric...."
Moonglum placed a hand on his friend's arm. Elric shook it off.
Slowly the albino turned again towards the bed, as if forcing himself to behold an impossibly horrifying sight. He breathed deeply, straightening his back and resting his left hand on the pommel of his sorcerous blade.
"Moonglum...."
He was forcing himself to speak. Moonglum glanced at the woman on the bed, glanced at Elric. Did he recognise her?
"Moonglum-this is a sorcerous sleep...."
"How know you that?"
"It-it is a similar slumber to that in which my cousin Yyrkoon put my Cymoril...."
"Gods! Think you that...?"
"I think nothing! "
"But it is not-"
"-it is not Cymoril. I know. I-she is like her-so like her. But unlike her, too.... It is only that I could not have expected...."
Elric bowed his head.
He spoke in a low voice. "Come, let's be gone from here."
"But she must be the owner of this castle. If we awakened her we could-"
"She cannot be awakened by such as we. I told you, Moonglum...." Elric drew another deep breath. "It is an enchanted sleep she is in. I could not wake Cymoril from it, with all my powers of sorcery. Unless one has certain magical aids, some knowledge of the exact spell used, there is nothing that can be done. Quickly, Moonglum, let us depart."
There was an edge to Elric's voice which made Moonglum shiver.
"But..."
"Then I will go! "
Elric almost ran from the room. Moonglum heard his footsteps echoing rapidly down the long staircase.
He went up to the sleeping woman and stared down at her beauty.
He touched the skin. It was unnaturally cold. He shrugged and made to leave the chamber, pausing for a moment only to notice that a number of ancient battle shields and weapons hung on one wall of the room, behind the bed. Strange trophies with which a beautiful woman should wish to decorate her bedroom, he thought. He saw the carved wooden table below the trophies. Something lay upon it. He stepped back into the room. A peculiar sensation filled him as he saw
that it was a map. The castle was marked and so was the Zaphra-Trepek river.
Holding the map down to the table was a lodestone, set in silver on a long silver chain.
He grabbed the map in one hand and the lodestone in the other and ran from the room.
"Elric! Elric! "
He raced down the stairs and reached the hall. Elric had gone. The door of the hall was open.
He followed the albino out of the mysterious castle and into the snow.
"Elric! "
Elric turned, his face set and his eyes tormented.
Moonglum showed him the map and the lodestone.
"We are saved, after all, Elric! "
Elric looked down at the snow. "Aye. So we are."
CHAPTER FIVE
Doomed Lord Dreaming
And two days later they reached the upper reaches of the Zaphra-Trepek and the trading town of Alorasaz with its towers of finely carved wood and its beautifully made timber houses.