Elric to Rescue Tanelorn - Michael Moorcock [149]
“It has an enchantment on it,” said Werther. “We are stranded! Ah, and I loved her so much!”
Elric became suspicious again. Werther had shown no signs, previously, of any affection for the female.
“You loved her?”
“From a distance,” Werther explained. “Duke of Queens, what can we do? Those parrots will ransom her savagely and mishandle her objects of virtue!”
“Dastardly poltroons!” roared the huge duke.
Elric could make little sense of this exchange. It dawned on him, then, that he could still hear the rousing music. He looked below. On some sort of dais in the middle of the bizarre landscape a large group of musicians was assembled. They played on, apparently oblivious of what happened above. This was truly a world dominated by Chaos.
Their ship began slowly to fall towards the band. It lurched. Elric gasped and clung to the side as they struck yielding ground and bumped to a halt.
The Duke of Queens, apparently elated, was already scrambling overboard. “There! We can follow on those mounts.”
Tethered near the dais was a herd of creatures bearing some slight resemblance to horses but in a variety of dazzling, metallic colours, with horns and bony ridges on their backs. Saddles and bridles of alien workmanship showed that they were domestic beasts, doubtless belonging to the musicians.
“They will want some payment from us, surely,” said Elric, as they hurried towards the horses.
“Ah, true!” Werther reached into a purse at his belt and drew forth a handful of jewels. Casually he flung them towards the musicians and climbed into the saddle of the nearest beast. Elric and the Duke of Queens followed his example. Then Werther, with a whoop, was off in the direction in which the bird-monsters had gone.
The landscape of this world of Chaos changed rapidly as they rode. They galloped through forests of crystalline trees, over fields of glowing flowers, leapt rivers the colour of blood and the consistency of mercury, and their tireless mounts maintained a headlong pace which never faltered. Through clouds of boiling gas which wept, through rain, through snow, through intolerable heat, through shallow lakes in which oddly fashioned fish wriggled and gasped, until at last a range of mountains came in sight.
“There!” panted Werther, pointing with his own runesword. “Their lair. Oh, the fiends! How can we climb such smooth cliffs?”
It was true that the base of the cliffs rose some hundred feet before they became suddenly ragged, like the rotting teeth of the beggars of Nadsokor. They were of dusky, purple obsidian and so smooth as to reflect the faces of the three adventurers who stared at them in despair.
It was Elric who saw the steps put into the side of the cliff.
“These will take us up some of the way, at least.”
“It could be a trap,” said the Duke of Queens. He, too, seemed to be relishing the opportunity to take action. Although a Lord of Chaos there was something about him that made Elric respond to a fellow spirit.
“Let them trap us,” said Elric laconically. “We have our swords.”
With a wild laugh, Werther de Goethe was the first to swing himself from his saddle and run towards the steps, leaping up them almost as if he had the power of flight. Elric and the Duke of Queens followed more slowly.
Their feet slipping in the narrow spaces not meant for mortals to climb, ever aware of the dizzying drop on their left, the three came at last to the top of the cliff and stood clinging to sharp crags, staring across a plain at a crazy castle rising into the clouds before them.
“Their stronghold,” said Werther.
“What are these creatures?” Elric asked. “Why do they attack you? Why do they capture the Lady Christia?”
“They nurse an abiding hatred for us,” explained the Duke of Queens, and looked expectantly at Werther, who added:
“This was their world before it became ours.”
“And before it became theirs,” said the Duke of Queens, “it was the world of the Yargtroon.”
“The Yargtroon?” Elric frowned.
“They dispossessed the bodiless vampire goat-folk of Kia,” explained Werther. “Who, in turn,