The Drawing of the Dark

'Not lately. Sorry.'

In the awkward silence that followed, Duffy refilled his

glass yet again, and took a healthy swig. Good stuff, he told himself, this Spanish brandy. He sat back in his chair and had another sip. Yes sir, truly excellent...

For several minutes Aurelianus puffed on the short stub of the burning snake and stared at the snoring Irishman with a dissatisfied air. Finally it was too short to hold comfortably and he ground it out in the open mouth of a stone gargoyle's head on the table. He was about to awaken Duffy and send him back toward the barracks when the Irishman's eyes opened and looked at him, alertly and with no sign of drunkenness. He looked carefully around the room, then just as carefully at his own hands.

When he spoke to Aurelianus it was in a Dumnoiic Celtic dialect. 'I was wondering when I'd meet you,' he said, 'I've been drifting back into wakefulness for some time now.' He smacked his lips. 'What the hell have I been drinking?'

'Distillate of wine,' Aurelianus said. 'Are you Brian Duffy at all?'

'Not at the moment. Did.. .did I dream a conversation with you, Merlin, in which you offered me the sword Calad Bolg and I refused it?'

'No, That occurred - right in this room a little more than five months ago.'

'Oh? It seems more recent. I wasn't quite awake, I think. I could remember and recognize things, but not control my speech.'

'Yes. It was still mostly Brian Duffy, but there was enough of you present to give him inexplicable memories ...and thoroughly upset him, incidentally.'

'I know. Before that I had been dreaming, over and over, of the end things before - that last cold night beside the lake. Then afterward there was that fight in the forest

- I was fully awake then, but very briefly. I saw you, but was snatched away before we could speak.'

'He's been out of my sight for the last several months. Have you been completely awake at any time since that day?'

'I seem to recall waking up in the night three or four times, seeing torches and sentries and then going back to sleep. I don't know when - they could even be memories from my.. .life. And then last night I found myself in a soldiers' tavern, and wound up playing a harp and leading them in one of the old, heartening songs. They all knew lyrics for it, in one language or another - things like that never really change.' He smiled. 'And here lam now with, evidently, time to talk. What are the stakes and how do they stand?'

'Let's see, what terms shall I use?' For a full minute he sat silent, his fingertips pressed together; then he leaned forward, and in the rolling syllables of a tremendously old precursor of the Norse language, asked, 'Do you remember, Sigmund, the sword you pulled from the Branstock Oak?'

Duffy's face had turned pale, and when he spoke it was still in the Celtic. 'That.. .that was a long time ago,' he stammered.

'Longer than I like to think about,' Aurelianus agreed, also in the Celtic. 'But what's happening now is something we saw coming then.'

Duffy was sweating. 'Do you want me to.. .withdraw, and let him surface? I fear it has been too long - I don't think there is much of him left - but I'll try if you say to.'

'No, Arthur, relax. You have most of his important memories, I think, and that will do. You see, it may be want maps of the local terrain, and an accounting of last. The entire West - which means more than you know - is menaced and tottering, and for what it's worth I think this is the battle we heard prophecies of so long ago.'

The Irishman had got his color back, though he still looked shaky. 'Do you mean.. .actually... that Surter from the far fiery south...?'

'His name is Suleiman.'

'...and a horde of Muspelheimers...'

'They call themselves mussulmen.'

'And they are menacing.. .who? The Aesir? The Celts?'

'Aye, and the Gauls and the Saxons and the Romans and everyone else west of Austria, which is where we are.'

Duffy frowned. 'We fight in Austria? Defending Saxons? Why don't we fall back and fortify our own lands, so as to be ready for them when they get there?'

'Because if they crash through here there may not be enough stones in all of England to build a wall they couldn't shatter. We can't let them work up the momentum. And they induct and train as soldiers the children of conquered nations, so the families we'd pass in our retreat would be the source of men we'd have to fight someday.' The old man sighed. 'It may indeed prove necessary to abandon Vienna and fall back - but it would be like falling back from the sundered walls of a castle to defend the keep itself. It's, not a move you'd make if there was any choice

'I see. Very well, then, we fight them here. I'll want maps of the local terrain, and an accounting of our army and a history of how the siege has gone so far. We do have cavalry, don't we? I could lead them in a -'

'It's trickier than that, Arthur,' Aurelianus interrupted gently. 'Listen - can you hover, awake, just below the surface of Duffy's mind, so that you could take over if I called you?'

'I think so. He might sense me, of course. You have a plan, do you?'