Clive Barker - Days of Magic, Nights of War (Abarat Quartet 2)

DAYS OF MAGIC, NIGHTS OF WAR

Abarat Book Two

Clive Barker

Harper Collins Publishers,

1 East 53rd Street, New York, N.Y. 122

Table of Contents

DAYS OF MAGIC NIGHTS OF WAR

PROLOGUE - HUNGER

Here is a list of fearful things:

The jaws of sharks, a vultures wings,

The rabid bite of the dogs of war,

The voice of one who went before.

But most of all the mirrors gaze,

Which counts us out our numbered days.

Righteous Bandy, the nomad Poet of Abarat

OTTO HOULIHAN SAT IN the dark room and listened to the two creatures who had brought him herea three-eyed thing by the name of Lazaru and its sidekick, Baby Pink-Eyeplaying Knock the Devil Down in the corner. After their twenty-second game his nervousness and irritation began to get the better of him.

How much longer am I going to have to wait? he asked them.

Baby Pink-Eye, who had large reptilian claws and the face of a demented infant, puffed on a blue cigar and blew a cloud of acrid smoke in Houlihans direction.

They call you the Criss-Cross Man, dont they? he said.

Houlihan nodded, giving Pink-Eye his coldest gaze, the kind of gaze that usually made men weak with fear. The creature was unimpressed.

Think youre scary, do you? he said. Ha! This is Gorgossium, Criss-Cross Man. This is the island of the Midnight Hour. Every dark, unthinkable thing that has ever happened at the dead of night has happened right here. So dont try scaring me. Youre wasting your time.

I just asked

Yes, yes, we heard you, said Lazaru, the eye in the middle of her forehead rolling back and forth in a very unsettling fashion.

Youll have to be patient. The Lord of Midnight will see you when hes ready to see you.

Got some urgent news for him, have you? said Baby Pink-Eye.

Thats between him and me.

I warn you, he doesnt like bad news, said Lazaru. He gets in a fury, doesnt he, Pink-Eye?

Crazy is what he gets! Tears people apart with his bare hands.

They glanced conspiratorially at each other. Houlihan said nothing.

They were just trying to frighten him, and it wouldnt work. He got up and went to the narrow window, looking out onto the tumorous landscape of the Midnight Island, phosphorescent with corruption. This much of what Baby Pink-Eye had said was true:

Gorgossium was a place of terrors. He could see the glistening forms of countless monsters as they moved through the littered landscape; he could smell spicy-sweet incense rising from the mausoleums in the mist-shrouded cemetery; he could hear the shrill din of drills from the mines where the mud that filled Midnights armies of stitchlings was produced. Though he wasnt going to let Lazaru or Pink-Eye see his unease, he would be glad when hed made his report and he could leave for less terrifying places.

There was some murmuring behind him, and a moment later Lazaru announced: The Prince of Midnight is ready to see you.

Houlihan turned from the window to see that the door on the far side of the chamber was open and Baby Pink-Eye was gesturing for him to step through it.

Hurry, hurry, the infant said.

Houlihan went to the door and stood on the threshold. Out of the darkness of the room came the voice of Christopher Carrion, deep and joyless.

Enter, enter. Youre just in time to watch the feeding.

Houlihan followed the sound of Carrions voice. There was a flickering in the darkness, which grew more intense by degrees, and as it brightened he saw the Lord of Midnight standing perhaps ten yards from him. He was dressed in gray robes and was wearing gloves that looked as though they were made of fine chain mail.

Not many people get to see this, Criss-Cross Man. My nightmares are hungry, so I m going to feed them. Houlihan shuddered.

Watch, man! Dont stare at the floor.

Reluctantly, the Criss-Cross Man raised his eyes. The nightmares Carrion had spoken of were swimming in a blue fluid, which all but filled a high transparent collar around Carrions head. Two pipes emerged from the base of the Lord of Midnights skull, and it was through these that the nightmares had emerged, swimming directly out of Carrions skull. They were barely more than long threads of light; but there was something about their restless motion, the way they roved the collar, sometimes touching Carrions face, more often pressing against the glass, that spoke of their hunger.

Carrion reached up into the collar. One of the nightmares made a quick motion, like a striking snake, and delivered itself into its creators hand. Carrion lifted it out of the fluid and studied it with a curious tenderness.

It doesnt look like much, does it? Carrion said. Houlihan didnt comment. He just wanted Carrion to keep the thing away from him. But when these things are coiled in my brain they show me such delicious horrors. The nightmare writhed around in Carrions hand, letting out a thin, high-pitched squeal. So every now and then I reward them with a nice fat meal of fear. They love fear. And its hard for me to feel much of it these days. Ive seen too many horrors in my time. So I provide them with someone who will feel fear.

So saying, he let the nightmare go. It slithered out of his grip, hitting the stone floor. It knew exactly where it was going. It wove across the ground, flickering with excitement, the light out of its thin form illuminating its victim: a large, bearded man squatted against the wall.

Mercy, my Lord he sobbed. Im just a Todo miner.

Oh, now be quiet, Carrion said as though he were speaking to a troublesome child. Look, you have a visitor.

He turned and pointed to the ground where the nightmare slithered. Then, without waiting to see what happened next, he turned and approached Houlihan.

So, now, he said. Tell me about the girl.

Thoroughly unnerved by the fact that the nightmare was loose and might at any moment turn on him, Houlihan fumbled for words: Oh yes yes the girl. She escaped me in Ninnyhammer. Along with a geshrat called Malingo. Now theyre traveling together. And I got close to them again on Soma Plume.

But she slipped away among some pilgrim monks.

So shes escaped you twice? I expect better.

She has power in her, Houlihan said by way of self-justification.

Does she indeed? Carrion said. As he spoke he carefully lifted a second nightmare out of his collar. It spat and hissed. Directing it toward the man in the corner, he let the creature go from his hands, and it wove away to be with its companion. She must at all costs be apprehended, Otto, Carrion went on. Do you understand me? At all costs. I want to meet her. More than that. I want to understand her.

How will you do that, Lord?

By finding out whats ticking away in that human head of hers. By reading her dreams, for one thing. Which reminds me Lazaru!

While he waited for his servant to appear at the door, Carrion brought out yet another nightmare from his collar and loosed it.

Houlihan watched as it went to join the others. They had come very close to the man, but had not yet struck. They seemed to be waiting for a word from their master.

The miner was still begging. Indeed he had not ceased begging throughout the entire conversation between Carrion and Houlihan.