Yishana hugged her body as if in cold. 'He was huge I cannot believe that his citadel could contain his bulk! '
'The citadel was more than a dwelling-place, that was obvious. Somehow it changed size, shape-and other things I cannot describe. Arioch of Chaos transported it and Balo back to where they belong, '
'Arioch! But he is one of the Greatest Six! How did he come to Earth?'
'An old pact with my remote ancestors. By calling him they allow him to spend a short time in our realm, and he repays them with some favour. This was done.'
'Come, Elric, ' she took his arm. 'Let's away from the valley.'
Elric was weak and enfeebled by the efforts of summoning Arioch, and the experiences he had had before and since the episode. He could hardly walk; and soon it was Yishana who supported him as they made slow progress, the dazed warriors following in their wake, towards the nearest village, where they could obtain rest and horses to take them back to Dhakos.
FIVE
As they staggered past the blasted ruins of Thokara, Yishana pointed suddenly at the sky.
'What is that?
A great shape was winging its way towards them. It had the appearance of a butterfly, but a butterfly with wings so huge they blotted out the sun.
'Can it be some creature of Balo's left behind?’ she speculated.
'Hardly likely, ' he replied. 'This has the appearance of a monster conjured by a human sorcerer.'
'Theleb K'aarna! '
'He has surpassed himself, ' Elric said wryly. 'I did not think him capable.'
'It is his vengeance on us, Elric! '
'That seems reasonable. But I am weak, Yishana-and Stormbringer needs souls if it is to replenish my strength.' He turned a calculating eye on the warriors behind him who were gaping up at the creature as it came nearer. Now they could see it had a man's body, covered with hairs or feathers hued like a peacock's.
The air whistled as it descended, its fifty-foot wings dwarfing the seven feet of head and body. From its head grew two curling horns, and its arms terminated in long talons.
'We are doomed, Elric! ' cried Yishana. She saw that the warriors were fleeing and she cried after them to come back. Elric stood there passively, knowing that alone he could not defeat the butterfly-creature. 'Best go with them, Yishana, ' he murmured. 'I think it will be satisfied with me.'
'No! '
He ignored her and stepped towards’ the creature as it landed and began to glide over the ground in his direction. He drew a quiescent Stormbringer, which felt heavy in his hand. A little strength flowed into him, but not enough. His only hope was to strike a good blow at the creature's vitals and draw some of its own life-force into himself.
The creature's voice shrilled at him, and the strange, insane face twisted as he approached. Elric realized that this was no true supernatural denizen of the nether worlds, but a once-human creature warped by Theleb K'aarna's sorcery. At least it was mortal, and he had only physical strength to contend with. In better condition it would have been easy for him but now ....
The wings beat at the air as the taloned hands grasped at him. He took Stormbringer in both hands and swung the runeblade at the thing's neck. Swiftly the wings folded in to protect its neck and Stormbringer became entangled in the strange, sticky flesh. A talon caught Elric's arm, ripping it to the bone. He yelled in pain and yanked the sword from the enfolding wing. He tried to steady himself for another blow, but the monster grabbed his wounded arm and began drawing him towards its now lowered head and the horns that curled from it.
He struggled, hacking at the thing's arms with the extra strength that came with the threat of death. Then he heard a cry from behind him and saw a figure from the corner of his eye, a figure that leapt forward with two blades gleaming in either hand. The swords slashed at the talons and with a shriek the creature turned on Elric's would-be rescuer. It was Moonglum. Elric fell backwards, breathing hard, as he watched his little red-headed friend engage the monster.
But Moonglum would not survive for long, unless aided.
Elric racked his brain for some spell that would help; but he was too' weak, even if he could think of one, to raise the energy necessary to summon supernatural help. And then it came to him! Yishana! She was not as exhausted as he. But could she do it? He turned as the air moaned to the beating of the creature's wings. Moonglum was only just managing to hold it off, his two swords flashing rapidly as he parried every effort to grasp him.
'Yishana! ' croaked the albino.
She came up to him and placed a hand on his.’We could leave, Elric perhaps hide from that thing.'
'No. I must help Moonglum. Listen you realise how desperate our position is, do you not? Then keep that in mind while you recite this rune with me. Perhaps together we may succeed. There are many kinds of lizards in these parts, are there not?'
'Aye many.'
'Then this is what you must say and remember that we shall all perish by Theleb K'aarna's servant if you are not successful.'
In the half worlds, where dwelt the master-types of all creatures other than Man, an entity stirred, hearing its name. The entity was called Haaashaastaak; and it was scaly and cold, with no true intellect, such as men and gods possessed, but an awareness, which served it as well if not better. It was brother, on this plane, to such entities as Meerclar, Lord of the Cats, Roofdrak, Lord of the Dogs, Nuru-ah, Lord of the Cattle, and many, many others. This was Haaashaastaak, Lord of the Lizards. It did not really hear words in the exact sense, but it heard rhythms which meant much to it, even though it did not know why. The rhythms were being repeated over and over again, but seemed too faint to be worth much attention. It stirred and yawned, but did nothing...
It was a bizarre scene, with Elric and Yishana desperately chanting the rune over and over again as Moonglum fought on, slowly losing strength, Haaashaastaak quivered and became more curious. The rhythms were no stronger, yet they seemed more insistent. He would travel, he decided, to that place where those he watched over dwelt. He knew that if he answered the rhythms, he would have to obey whatever source they had. He was not, of course, aware that such decisions had been implanted into him in a far distant age the time before the creation of Earth, when the Lords of Law and Chaos, then inhabitants of a single realm and known by another name, had watched over the forming of things and laid down the manner and logic in which things should behave, following their great edict from the voice of the Cosmic Balance the voice which had never spoken since.
Haaashaastaak betook himself, a little slothfully, to Earth.
Elric and Yishana were still chanting hoarsely, as Haaashaastaak made his sudden appearance. He had the look of a huge iguana, and his eyes were manycoloured, many faceted jewels, his scales seeming of gold, silver, and other rich metals. A slightly hazy outline surrounded him, as if he had brought part of his own environment with him.
Yishana gasped and Elric breathed a deep sigh. As a child he had learned the languages of all animalmasters, and now he must recall the simple language of the lizard-master, Haaashaastaak.
His need fired his brain, and the words came suddenly.
'Haaashaastaak, ' he cried pointing at the butterflycreature, 'mokik ankkuh! '