I touched the Tarot with a line of subtle force, at tempting to enhance the instrument’s sensitivity. I maintained my concentration.
Again, nothing.
I backed it with more force. There followed a perceptible cooling. But there was no contact.
“Ghost,” I said through clenched teeth. “This is important. Come to me.”
No reply. So I sent power into the thing. The card began to glow and frost crystals formed upon it. Small crackling sounds occurred in its vicinity.
“Ghost,” I repeated.
A weak sense of his presence occurred then, and I poured more juice into the card. It shattered in my hand, and I caught it in a web of forces and held all of the pieces together, looking like a small stained-glass window. I continued to reach through it.
“Dad! I’m in trouble!” came to me then.
“Where are you? What’s the matter?” I asked.
“I followed this entity I met. Pursued her-it. Almost a mathematical abstraction. Called Kergma. Got caught here at an odd-even dimensional interface, where I’m spiraling. Was having a good time up until then-“
“I know Kergma well. Kergma is a trickster. I can feel your spatial situation. I am about to send bursts of energy to counter the rotation. Let me know if there are problems. As soon as you’re able to Trump through, tell me and come ahead.”
I pulsed it through the spikard and the braking effect began. Moments later, he informed me, “I think I can escape now.”
“Come on, then.”
Suddenly, Ghost was there, spinning about me like a magic circle.
“Thanks, Dad. I really appreciate this. Let me know if there’s ever anything-“
“There is,” I said.
“What?”
“Shrink yourself down and hide somewhere about my person.”
“Wrist okay again?”
“Sure.”
He did that thing. Then, “Why?” he asked.
“I may need a sudden ally,” I replied.
“Against what?”
“Anything,” I said. “It’s showdown time.”
“I don’t like the sound of that.”
“Then leave me now. I won’t hold it against you.”
“I couldn’t do that.”
“Listen, Ghost. This thing has escalated, and a line must be drawn now. I-“
The air began to shimmer, off to my right. I knew what it meant.
“Later,” I said. “Be still.”
… And there was a doorway, and it opened to admit a tower of green light: eyes, ears, nose, mouth, limbs cycling about its sea-like range-one of the more inspired demonic forms I’d beheld of late. And, of course, I knew the features.
“Merlin,” he said. “I felt you ply the spikard here.”
“I thought you might,” I replied, “and I am at your service, Mandor.”
“Really?”
“In all respects, brother.”
“Including a certain matter of succession?”
“That in particular.”
“Excellent! And what business were you about here?”
“I was but seeking something I had lost.”
“That can wait upon another day, Merlin. We have much to do just now.”
“Yes, that is true.”
“So assume a more pleasing form and come with me. We must discuss the measures you are to take upon assuming the throne-which Houses are to be suppressed, who outlawed-“
“I must speak with Dara immediately.”
“I would rather lay some groundwork first. Come! Shift, and let us be away!”
“Would you know where she is just now?”
“Gantu, I believe. But we will confer with her later.”
“You wouldn’t happen to have her Trump handy, would you?”
“I fear not. I thought you carried a deck of your own?”
“I do. But hers was inadvertently destroyed one night when I was drinking.”
“No matter,” he said. “We will see her later, as I explained.”
I had been opening channels on the spikard as we spoke. I caught him at the center of a whirlwind of forces. I could see the transformation procedure within him, and it was a simple matter to reverse it, collapsing the green and spinning tower into the form of a white-haired man clad in black and white and looking very irritated.
“Merlin!” he cried. “Why have you changed me?”
“This thing fascinates me,” I said, waving the spikard. “I just wanted to see whether I could do it.”
“Now you’ve seen it,” he said. “Kindly release me to turn back, and find a more fitting form for yourself.”