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Castle Perilous
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Author: John Dechancie
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rugs draped the walls. Scents of exotic perfumes hung discreetly in the air.
    Outside the window, two moons — one larger and of a pale blue color, the other bronze tending toward gold — were becalmed above a quiet sea, its waters a-dance with fingers of moonlight. Sparkling combers washed a narrow beach, above which lay a town of white stone buildings topped with domes, minarets, and campaniles. Above, the night was starry. Glowing filaments of nebulous gas stretched across the firmament. Faint sounds of exotic music arose from the town, and here and there among the buildings, festival lights could be seen. Tall broad-leafed trees stirred in the salt breeze.
    But when he heard the voice, the mood was broken.
    The time of my freedom is imminent.
    â€œNo doubt,” he answered aloud.
    Unfettered, corporeal once again, I shall soar . . . I shall destroy . . . .  
    â€œAs one of my Guests is fond of saying, ‘Whatever turns you on.’ ”
    I crave the fastnesses of the air above the earth . . . the cold sky . . . the icy winds . . . I have been too long in bondage . . . .
    â€œWe all have our sundry problems.”
    Sighing, he arose and walked out of the room. Passing through an archway, he entered another of the chambers, this one sparsely furnished: a single table with an ensconced candle on it, and a low wooden bench. The window opened onto a vast level plain populated with huge monoliths in various geometric shapes. He seated himself on the bench and endeavored to recapture a meditative state of mind.
    To no avail.
    Already the Spell Stone sings to those who seek it, drawing them near . . . .
    He let a few moments of silence go by before he said, “Indeed.”
    He got up and approached the window, stepping out through it, and stood in the sand. A mild wind blew in from his right, carrying fine grains of sand to tickle his cheek. He felt the desire to walk out among the monuments, touch them, sit within their shadows. He stepped farther out.
    Where are you going?
    The voice diminished as he withdrew from the suspended rectangle of the window.
    You will return.
    The sound of the wind through the monoliths was drear, but somehow comforting. The sky was violet. A triangle of three bright stars shone just above the horizon to his left. All was simplicity, clarity, peace.
    I remember . . .
    He was farther from the window now. The voice was partly lost in the moving air.
    â€œWhat did you say? You remember? What?”
    Your father’s father . . . or was it your father’s father’s father . . . he who spoke my name . . . he who enchained me.
    â€œWhat of him?”
    How long ago? That I do not remember.
    â€œDo you remember what you are?”
    No, not completely. I do not entirely know my nature. Much has been lost.
    He halted. The voice was a whisper now.
    â€œWhy do you speak now? You have not done so in a hundred years.”
    That long? I did not know. Was it you to whom I spoke?
    â€œDoes it matter?”
    No. It is sometimes difficult for me to ascertain individuality . . . and I do not care in any event.
    â€œYou spoke to me. I ask again — why have you broken your silence?”
    I speak now because I sense an impending liberation.
    A spark of light above caught his eye, and he looked to the zenith. A falling star scratched a trail across the heavens. It glowed with a phosphorescent green light.
    â€œAh.”
    What is it?
    When the star had descended, he looked down, his face troubled.
    â€œNothing.” Presently, he said, “A moment ago you spoke of soaring, of destroying. Is that your nature?”
    I feel it must be.
    â€œYou also spoke of the Spell Stone. What is it?”
    That which both holds me in bondage and denies me knowledge of my nature.
    â€œBut what is it? Where is it?”
    I do not know.
    â€œI see.” The song of the wind rose up again, and he turned toward it. He felt drawn to the open spaces before him. But the shackles
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