Uncle Stan tasted delicious. Terry didnt look too happy as we scarfed down the at, even though we did share it with her and the boys. Not my idea, but the girls had undergone so kind of reverse Stockholm Syndro.
They served our prisoners first, made sure the children got the best cuts and generally undermined any attempt to intimidate the captives.
You will answer my questions or suffer my wrath. More gravy?
That was supposed to last us for the rest of the month, said Terry as she munched through a large mouthful of succulent, albeit stringy, goat.
Where do you get your food from? asked Maurice as he picked his plate clean. I didnt see any other animals. Is there a town nearby?
Yes. She stared at the white bone which was all that was left of her Uncle. Its about an hours walk from here. But we dont buy our food from there. Uncle Stan was the last of our goats. He was the boys favourite. She looked over at her boys stuffing their faces. We had a large herd once, but tis have turned hard.
I thought the masters took care of you, I said. Dont they provide you with all the goats you can eat?
She shot a nasty look. Of course they do. They are benevolence incarnate. But tis of hardship are a test of our faith. You have to be willing to suffer, to surrender yourself to their will. So begins the Cycle of Replenishnt.
This Cycle of Replenishnt, I said, does it involve you starving to death, coming back to life and then starving again, over and over?
Her eyes widened in surprise. You know of the Cycle?
No, I just thought of the stupidest thing possible and bingo! You people are beyond help. I addressed the others. You can see how far gone she is, right? Theres no way were ever going to convince her shes wrong.
Yeah, said Claire, so?
So, we cant just leave them here. First chance she gets, shell report us to whatever authorities they have for rounding up dodgy foreign typesby which I an usand itll be off to the gulag. Or the goulash, more likely.
What youre trying to say? said Jenny.
Im saying we have to kill them all before we leave.
There was, as expected, so dissension after I announced this intention.
Were not going to kill them! insisted Claire, flapping her arms up and down like a dented bird.
Thats murder, exclaid Flossie. She tugged on Dudleys shirttails like she was ringing a bell.
It does seem a little OTT, chid in Dudley.
Maurice didnt say anything, although mostly because he was studying his notes. And Jenny narrowed her eyes and attempted to peer into my soul, I think. Good luck with that.
Stop looking at this with your 21st Century sensibilities where you pretend youre wonderful people by ignoring things you dont like and pretending they dont exist. It isnt murder if they dont stay dead.
I pointed at Terry, who still seed upset about losing Uncle Stan. She scoured her plate for the remnants and swallowed her delicious grief.
They dont care. They die all the ti, right? Terry ignored . Wed actually be helping them level up, or whatever they call it. We slit their throats, escape out to sea, they co back to life in a few days and carry on with their appalling existence. Everyones a winner!
There is no escape, said Terry. The sea offers nothing but terror from the deepmonsters that will consu your soul. The only safe place is this one. No one leaves Nekrol. It is full of decent people who follow the true faith. You should count yourselves lucky to have found your way here. To ascend is to touch the hem of the divine. Repent your sins and accept your masters. You have been blessed by the Jester of Our Dreams. Her eyes sparkled like the nutter she was. Rejoice, she insisted.
These unbelievers you ntioned, I said, you wouldnt know where we can find them, would you?
Colin, said Claire, we arent going to kill won and children. It doesnt matter what it ans to them, what matters is what it ans to us.
Thats racist, I pointed out. Just because your ethics and morals dont match hers, doesnt an you can just dismiss her deeply held religious beliefs, like so missionary deciding she knows whats best for the savages. She deserves the right to live her life the way she wants.
Thank you, said Terry, I
And you can shut it as well, I said. Ive had quite enough of your insane prattle.
Thats the trouble with religious-types, they never stop talking. Youve got to nip it in the bud asap.
Through the window, the sky had begun to darken. It had gone from white to a reddish colour. It would probably start raining blood in a minute.
Unlike you, Claire, I respect other cultures. Thats why its only right we kill her and her children and give them a chance to et this Jester.
What does he look like? asked Maurice. Like a jester?
I have never seen him, said Terry bitterly. She glared at .
Neither have I, I said. All I heard was a laugh, and that could have been my mind playing tricks on . Believe , I dont want your place in the queue. Im trying to help you get to him quicker.
Youre so full of shit, said Claire. She took out another knife from Chuckys jacket and tossed it to . Here. Lets see you slice the kids throat.
I looked at the boy who didnt seem particularly bothered we were talking about his imminent execution. I gripped the handle tightly and visualised running the blade across his throat.
A wave of revulsion rolled through and for a second I thought I was going to throw up.
Its hard to kill a child, I can report. Even when the child in question is a little shit. Even when you have a perfectly legitimate reason for doing it.
Obviously, I dont an killing them right now. We need to rest for the night and then move out first thing in the morning. If I did it now, theyd just co back to life quicker.
Thats what I thought, said Claire. She walked over and snatched the knife back.
When the ti cos
Yeah, yeah, said Claire, not even letting lie to myself.
This husband of yours, Jenny said to Terry, you said he was in the basent.
Yes. Its better to keep the body sowhere cool. Very considerate.
Where is it? asked Jenny. I dont see any stairs.
She was right. I hadnt seen any when Id looked in the other rooms, either.
Youre standing on the door, said Terry.
When I looked down, it was obvious there was an area of the floor that was different from the rest. A section of the wooden floorboards had been laid at ninety degrees to the rest.
Wheres the handle? I asked her.
Terry sighed and shook her head. Hanging behind you.
There was a hook on the crudely carved coat rack nailed to the wall, the kind youd expect to see on the end of a pirates arm. I took it down. It was attached to a bit of wood that acted as a handle.
When I looked more closely at the trap door, I found a groove which the hook fit into. With a great deal of effortand so swearingI managed to lift the door about six inches. It creaked and groaned loudly, although not as loudly as .
Jenny and Dudley rushed over to assist and between us we got it open and flipped it all the way over to lie on the floor.
Cool air rose out of the dark hole. Steps disappeared into the darkness.
We all stared at the hole, waiting for soone else to volunteer to go first.
What we could do, said Jenny, is lock them in there.
Theres no lock on the door, said Terry. I wasnt really sure whose side she was on. Not her own obviously, otherwise she wouldnt be so keen to serve herself up as soup de jour to Demons.
We could put sothing heavy on top of the door, said Jenny.
How is that different to killing them? said Claire. If they cant get out, theyll just starve to death.
She didnt stop to consider this was going to happen whether we locked them up or not.
Your husband, said Jenny to Terry, is he quite strong?
Yes, said Terry. If he was here now, he would rip all your arms off.
So when he revives hell be able to get you out. Right?
Terry paused to think, then nodded slowly.
Right then, I said, in you go. We can make a final decision what to do with you in the morning.
Terry and her kids didnt have any objections and filed down the steps and disappeared into the pitch black.
With Herculean effort, we dropped the door back down. How Terry and the boys had managed it on their own, I had no idea. Then, between the six of us, we turned the kitchen table over and slid it across the trap door. It was very heavy and would require so shifting. If the husband wasnt in shape, chances were wed just sealed them in like King Tut.
We should get so rest, I said.
Id barely finished speaking before Claire and Maurice disappeared into one of the rooms and Flossie and Dudley into the other. Both doors closed at the sa ti.
And no ssing around! I shouted after them. I turned to Jenny. Guess weve got the first watch.
There was a squeal from one of the rooms. Sorry! Ah slipped, called out Flossie.
They were ignoring my sage advice as usual. Whats the point of being exhausted from fucking all night? Who knows what well have to face tomorrow.
She slipped, said Jenny.
Yeah, slipped onto the end of Dudleys cock.
There was a small fireplace at one end of the room with firewood already in place. I lit it.
Like you said, we dont know what well face tomorrow, said Jenny. You cant bla them for wanting a little happiness in the anti. Youd like a little joy in your life, wouldnt you? She smiled at in a way that made my throat go dry.
Yes, but we dont have a bed.
Colin, youre such a dork. We dont need a bed.
An hour later, the sky had turned a deep maroon. There were no moon or stars and it was impossible to tell if there was anyone headed our way, so not much point in keeping watch.
One of the bedroom doors opened and Maurice ca out with his nose in his notebook. Claire followed, looking a little disappointed.
Its amazing when you think about it, said Maurice. Once you take away deaths finality, it changes everything. The whole way we view life. He looked up from his notes, down at our legs, noticed neither I nor Jenny were wearing trousers and kept going regardless. Imagine what its like in the larger populations. Do they judge each other by how often theyve died? Is it a mark of superiority if you can revive quicker than most? Theres so many questions.
You might as well get so rest, said Claire. He wont be able to sleep when hes like this.
I didnt need to be asked twice. Theyd taken the room with the double bed. It wasnt the softest bed Id ever lay on, but as soon as my head hit the pillow, I was out.
Darkness surrounded . I could see my hand, even though there was no light source, but everything beyond that was empty nothingness.
A shudder ran down my spine and cold sweat ford on my brow and along my nose. I recognised where I was. This was how it had been when I died. This was the place I ca to before being sent back to my body. Even though there was nothing to see, there was an unmistakably familiar quality to the blackness.
And then I heard the laugh.
It started out as a snigger, and tittered its way up to a convulsive guffaw.
Oh Colin, its so nice to see you again.
The hairs on my arms stood up. The voice was deep and jagged, like a rusty saw grinding against bone.
I thought Id missed my chance, you know... the one that got away. But here we are once more, together forever. Heres hoping, anyway.
The laughter returned. I jumped. This ti it felt much closer. And behind . I spun around but there was only a continuous nothingness. I stared hard into the dark, trying to make out if soone was there.
The darkness seed to be moving, coalescing. At the edges of my vision were flittering movents, like a cloud of flies, but when I turned to look, there was nothing
Where is this? I asked the empty air.
You dont recognise the inside of your own mind? Its very cosy, I must say. Are you still moving in? Only, I noticed a lot of unpacked boxes on the way in.
I had no idea what he was talking about. Where are you?
Right here, said a whisper at my ear. I skipped two quick steps to the left. Good thing there was no one there to see mince around like a ponce. No one, save for the thing in the dark.
I steadied my voice and tried not to sound like I was scared out of my mind. Are you the Jester?
Youve heard of ? How wonderful. Indeed, I am the Jester of Your Dreams. ssenger of the masters. Nobodys fool, and everybodys fool. Ive co to invite you to the Palace of Laughter, where you will be the beloved of the masters and all you desire will be yours.
Clearly, I was being sold a bill of goods. The fact this thing thought I would just swallow his line of bull was annoying enough to take the shiver out of my spine. A little bit. And what do I have to do in return for all this generosity?
Your presence is enough. The voice swooped in a circle, like I was being surrounded by one person. The masters have been looking for soone like you for a long ti. All their other plans have been put on hold, perhaps forever. All other worlds have lost their lustre now that youre here.
Words to turn a fellows head.
Well, I appreciate the offer, but theres nothing I want right now, so maybe so other ti?
Really? Nothing? Gold? Diamonds?
Yellow tal and shiny rocks arent really my thing.
But what about sex? You like sex, dont you?
I already have a demon for a girlfriend. Its about all I can handle.
Demons such a pejorative word. All those negative connotations. Im sure shes not really a demon.
You havent t her.
Oh sweetie, does she make unreasonable demands and refuse your reasonable charms? I could be your woman, if youd like. I wouldnt refuse to do anything.
Youre female? I had assud the voice was male, but it could have been a huskier version of Lauren Bacall. Or Linda Blair.
Does it matter? It all feels the sa in the dark. Co creep with at the Palace of Laughter.
You know, I have this strange feeling theres a big sign on the front of the palace spelling out its na, but theres a gap where a letters fallen off in front of Laughter.
There was a pause, followed by a long peal of giggling.
I see. Very good. No, no, its nothing like that. The masters look after their flock. They feed the needy.
And the needy feed them?
More laughter. Co. Co. For you, the gates will be wide open. Or tell where you are and I will send a winged carriage to collect you.
It didnt know where I was. This was the first good thing to co out of this conversation. The relief cald . I would but Im planning to go away for a while. Maybe when I co back?
But theres nowhere to go. All portals lead to Nekrol, as they say.
Im not sure who they were but every portal that led here hopefully also led away from here.
Thats alright, I like exploring. There has to be sothing on the other side of the ocean. There always is.
Ohhh, said the Jester in a way I didnt like. Youre by the sea. That narrows it down considerably.
Shit.
The people from your world can be so shy, but I simply wont take no for an answer. Ill send a flock of the masters own personal guard to fetch you.
Double shit. However, he had said sothing that did catch my attention. There have been other people from my world here?
Surely. They are still here. Sowhere. So very shy. Now, is there anything else youd like to tell ?
Two eyes suddenly appeared. They werent glowing red, or with vertical slits for pupils. Just two, large, lidless orbs that appeared inches in front of , unattached to any face.
I scread and stumbled backwards.
There was a faint crackle of blueish electricity that lit up two curved arms of what might have been a jesters cap. Or they could have been large horns, curled downward. The darkness below the eyes began to split open.
I felt sothing warm and smooth under my left hand. I grabbed onto it and held tight. My mind was drawn to it, as it always was whenever that familiar softness ca under my touch.
I woke with a start. I raised my head and looked over at Jenny lying beside . My hand was inside her top, squeezing her left breast. Her face was screwed up in a wince.
Uh, sorry. I let go of her. How Id managed to navigate my way through her clothes while I slept, I had no idea.
Jenny let out a rush of air. Ow. She rubbed her tit.
You should have woken .
I didnt mind. Its not the worst thing youve done in your sleep.
Her words put thoughts of my recent encounter to one side. What do you an? Like what?
Its probably best you dont know. I saw this docuntary about Katharine Hepburn once. She was an actress.
I know who Katharine Hepburn is.
Well, she used to live with Spencer Tracy. Hes
Yes, an actor. Does this have anything to do with
She held up a finger to indicate I should be patient. Spencer Tracy was a terrible drunk and when he was completely plastered, he hit her. She covered the bruises with make-up and he had no recollection of what happened. She never told him because she knew if he found out it would destroy him.
Now I felt really uncomfortable. What did I do, Jenny?
Jenny sighed. Well, if you really must know You curl your fists and put them up to your face and make w-w sounds. She showed .
I dropped my head. Id been sure she was going to tell Id beaten or forced myself on her.
See, I told you it was better not to know. She grinned at . Demon. Foul, foul demon.
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