Overwhelmingly so. They discovered the gateway quite readily, and instantly realized the unparalleled strategic value of the castle."

He nodded. "Gateway to thousands of worlds ripe for conquest."

"Yes. And they have technology, good technology. And a little magic, too; more, since they've been in the castle. So no worlds are safe from them."

"They sound like a real going concern." He shifted in his seat and recrossed his legs. "Looks like you're putting your cards on the table, for once. I thought we'd be here for hours, playing cat and mouse."

"It would have been fun, but ... " She gave him a sulky look. "Damn it, Inky, you have a way of putting me off my stride. That 'reading reactions' business was just a ploy to get me to think that you have something on me, when, in fact, the situation is entirely the reverse."

"You have something on me?"

"You're locked out, dear brother. On the outside looking in. You're in New York, and you'll never be able to summon the gateway to the castle, let alone stabilize it in a New York apartment. I have established the gateway. Elsewhere."

"So, youhave been fooling about here. With Trent?"

She chuckled gloatingly. "I knew you'd fall for that. You detected meddling and instantly suspected Trent, so you hied yourself to Earth to check him out. And he was as oily and as sneaky as always, and looking worried about your showing up there after all these years, nosing about. So you thought, 'Trent is up to something.' And he may very well be, if I know Trent. But it doesn't have anything to do with what I'm doing."

"Brilliant so far, sis. By the way, did I tell you that you're absolutely stunning in that dress?"

"Thank you." She reddened slightly. "Damn you! You always know exactly what to say to bring me up short. That's why I'm not inclined to toy with you, Inky. YOU are much too dangerous for that, and I'm not ashamed to admit it."

"I see." He looked down, tapping one shoe against the other. "So, you've taken over Castle Perilous."

"Oh, not yet. We're only in the first stage of things."

"You're not in cahoots with these invaders?"

She wrinkled her nose in disgust. "They're perfectly dreadful beasts, and I wouldn't think of having anything personally to do with them."

"So you just busted the containing spell and let them spill out into the castle? Unwise, Ferne honey.

Unwise."

"On the contrary, they've been very useful. They are a bargaining chip."

"Indeed? Tell me this. Just where are you in the castle, if the castle has been invaded?"

"Well, you don't think I wouldn't take precautions, do you? We've sealed off the old family residence.

We're quite safe here, for the moment."

"I see. So the Albion aspect is protected."

"Naturally. And the Earth aspect is here, too, stabilized nicely. And the door is locked, Inky. Only I have the key."

"What did you mean by calling the invaders a bargaining chip? What are you bargaining for?"

"For a share of control of the castle. And its power."

"Of course. And you want to bargain with me."

"Who else, my liege lord?"

"Why do I figure in at all?" he asked. "According to you, I'm locked out."

"We need you."

"Who is 'we'?"

"Deems and I," Ferne said.

He looked off, nodding, understanding. "I see. Old Deems is finally having second thoughts about abdicating in favor of me. Why, I wonder?"

She laughed mirthlessly. "He doesn't want the throne. Through his profligacy and general ineptitude, he's screwed up things in Albion to the point where he finally had to ask me for help. Magical help. The kingdom's in a mess. Fiscally speaking, he's just about at the end of his rope."

Incarnadine folded his arms and nodded. "So, he wasn't kidding."

"Deems has trouble lying. There's no guile in the man at all. And not a great deal of brains. Imagine him trying to pretend that he didn't know how to reach me. Dead giveaway."

"You're right. I knew immediately that you and he were up to something. But by then it was too late. I was here, and, as you put it, on the outside looking in."

"You couldn't have timed things any better. I had no idea when the creatures would make their move to take over Perilous, but I had hoped you would follow the Trent lead and go to New York before the attack. And you went, beating them by about two days. It was a little close, but it worked out. Had you been present during the invasion, I don't think it would have made much difference. But your not being there was good insurance."

Incarnadine got up and went to the dry bar. He poured himself two fingers of whiskey, then tore the cap off a small bottle of club soda and mixed it in. "I'd offer you a drink, but ... "

"I'm having one served to me here," she said, holding an invisible glass. The faint suggestion of a long-stemmed wineglass - a milky, wavering outline - took form in her hand as she brought it to her lips.

"I've often wondered," he said, "why the spell that projects the image won't project any other material thing but the subject's clothes. Why just clothes?"

"Dad's sense of propriety, I guess. How would it look, me sitting here in front of my brother naked?"

"Well, it wouldn't look all that bad," he said. "All in the family, you know."

"Inky, I'm surprised," she said coyly. "I never knew you harbored incestuous thoughts."

He feigned shock. "Hold your scandalous tongue, woman! That would be unspeakable. Not to say bad form. No, dear, chaste sister, I simply have always thought that you were a knockout. Purely a matter of aesthetics." He took a drink and walked back to the chair and sat down.

She shook her head. "You're just sandbagging me again. Forget it, Inky. It won't work."

"Ferne, your biggest fault is that you can't take a compliment."

"That may be. I'm much too suspicious to accept them at face value."

"Pity," he said. "But back to business. You say you need me. For what?"

"We need your Guardsmen to take back the castle. Deems' forces aren't adequate. Only you know where your boys are hiding. With them and Deems' army combined - and with a little help from the Recondite Arts - we'll be able to stuff the disgusting little devils back into their hole."

"You hope!"

Ferne shrugged. "I don't see why it can't be done. The invaders are troublesomely adept at fighting, true, but they're certainly not invincible. See here. You thwarted Prince Vorn and destroyed the combined military might of the Hunran Empire and its allies. Surely you and Deems can turn back an army that has but one access way into the castle! Close off the portal, and reinforcements and supplies are denied them! Then it becomes merely a question of mopping up."

He rolled his eyes. "Thank you, Karl von Clausewitz!"

"Oh, really, Inky, you're always carping over details. You'll think of something, I'm sure."

He took a good stiff drink. "Okay, say Deems and I beat back this horde of - what the hell do they look like, anyway? Want to give me a hint?"

"Disgusting, squat blue creatures with nasty teeth and big, flat webbed feet." She turned up her nose as she brought the ghost wineglass to her lips. "Horrible things, really."

Frowning, he massaged his forehead. "Gods. That rings a bell somewhere."

"Again, what does it matter? Their magic is primitive, and their technology won't work in the castle -"

"But they will undoubtedly establish bases through some of the portals. Once they fan out, they'll be unbeatable. Like termites in an old barn. Ferne, you don't know what you've done."

"I don't believe you."

"Of course you don't. Anyway, as I was saying, let's assume Deems and I do prevail and win back the castle. What's to prevent me from kicking Deems and his rabble out, and you along with them?"

"I'll simply 'bust' another containment spell and let more termites into the barn."

"Not if I see that you never set foot in Perilous again."

She smiled serenely. "You can't keep me out, Inky."

He sat back and emitted a grudging snort. "You're probably right." He drained his glass and set it aside.

"So - after this great victory, you, Deems, and I will make a cozy triumvirate. Eh?"

"I think it sounds very friendly. Various contingents of Deems' forces will stay on to complement select units of your Guardsmen. The two forces will share duties equally."

Incarnadine rose and approached the figure of his sister.

"No, Ferne. It won't work. No deal."

"Think again, Inky. You can't get back. You can't summon the gateway now. The end on your side is nailed down in a remote spot. Even if it weren't, I very much doubt you could re-establish the portal.

You said you had run into some difficulties."

"I admit it," he said. "It's a tough problem. I've been studying as much high-energy physics as magic."

"Exactly. It was only after years of study that I finally found a solution."

"You've been spending quite a good deal of time here, haven't you?"

"Oh, yes. Once I found I could summon the gateway from this side, I began dividing my time between there and Albion. I prefer the latter, by the way, but Earth is a dandy place to build up your magical muscles. Earth magic is the most powerful of all, precisely because it's the most difficult to work with, and to master."

"You can say that again. Still, it's no deal, sis. The only thing that doesn't make sense was that attempt on my life."

She fixed him in a questioning stare. "I can't imagine what you're talking about."

"Really? Well, somebody tried to take me out. I'll admit, you make a dubious suspect. From what you say, you'd stand to lose by my death - at least for now. Once the castle's back in our hands, it'll be another matter. Then I'll simply be a liability."

"I repeat, I don't know what you're talking about. You have a limited amount of time, my brother. You said it yourself - once the invaders establish a beachhead, they'll be hard to dislodge. Perilous will be a lost cause."

"And it will be on your head."

She shrugged. "The decision is yours. Share Perilous, and it will stand. Insist on being stubborn, and the Haplodites will have to find a new home."

He shook his head sadly. "Sister, I'm disappointed in you. I never thought you would stoop so low."

"Oh, stuff it. Look, Inky. Just say the word and I'll let you through, and we can get on with business."

"What does Deems get out of this?"

"Gold for his royal treasury. What else?"

"Oh, no," he groaned. "Ferne, I'm surprised at you. You know very well that Albion is the wrong kind of universe for alchemical changes. The stuff you'll whip up for him will turn phony in a matter of months."

"Who will care but Deems' creditors? And who will believe them?"

"Ferne, you shouldn't go around screwing up the economy of a world like that! You're talking about a lot of gold, aren't you? If I know Deems, you are."

She waved the matter aside. "It is of no moment whatsoever."

He sighed and sat down. "No deal, Ferne."

Her eyes flashed. "Then you'll rot there, little brother!"

He flipped a palm over. "New York is not exactly Siberia."

"Have fun, Inky. Take in a Broadway show or two. There are still some fine restaurants in New York.

You might try Windows on the Park. It's at the top of the Gulf & Western building. The food is good and the view is breathtaking."

"I'll be sure to check it out."

"You'll be sorry, Incarnadine. I'll give you twenty-four hours to deal. After that, Perilous is a lost cause."

"I think I know what you're up to, Ferne."

"You couldn't possibly," she said. "Good-bye, Inky."

"Good-bye, Ferne."

Her figure collapsed to a ball of light, then was gone. The useless chair stood in the middle of the floor, as empty now of form as content.

He sat for a long while, silently contemplating areas of the walls and ceiling.