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"It's a maze," he remarked. "Do we travel it down in the passages or up on top of the walls?"
I smiled as he studied it.
"It varies," I said. "Sometimes up and sometimes down."
"Well, which way do we go?"
"I don't know yet. I have to study it each time. You see, it keeps changing, and there's a trick to it."
"A trick?" ,.
"Mere than one, actually. The whole damn thing is floating on a lake of liquid hydrogen and helium.
The maze moves around. It's different each time. And then there's a matter of the atmosphere. If you
were to walk upright along the ridges you would be above it in most places. You wouldn't last long. And
the temperature ranges from horribly cold to roasting hot over a range of a few feet in elevation. You
have to know when to crawl and when to climb and when to do other things - as well as which way to
go."
"How do you tell?"
"Un-uh," I said. "I'll take you in, but I'm not giving you the secret."
The mists began to rise again from the depths and to collect into small clouds.
"I see now why you can't make a Trump for it," he began.
I continued to study the layout.
"All right," I said then. "This way."
"What if it attacks us while we're in the maze?" he asked.
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"You can stay behind if you want."
"No. Are you really going to shut it down?"
"I'm not sure. Come on."
I took several steps ahead and to the right. A faint circle of light appeared in the air before me; grew
brighter. I felt Luke's hand upon my shoulder.
"What-?" he began.
"No farther!" the voice I now recognized as my own said to me.
"I think we can work something out," I responded. "I have several ideas and-"
"No!" it answered. "I heard what Random said."
"I am prepared to disregard his order;" I said, "if there is a better alternative."
"You're trying to trick me. You want to shut me down."
"You're making things worse with all these power displays," I said. "I'm coming in now and-"
" No!"
A heavy gust of wind blew out of the circle and struck against me: I was staggered by it. I saw my
sleeve turn brown, then orange. It began to fray even as I watched.
"What are you doing? I have to talk to you, explain-"
"Not here! Not now! Never!"
I was hurled back against Luke, who caught me, dropping to one knee as he did so. An arctic blast
assailed us and icy crystals danced before my eyes. Bright colors began to flash then, half blinding me.
"Stop!" I cried, but nothing did.
The ground seemed to tilt beneath us and suddenly there was no ground. It did not feel as if we were
falling, however. It seemed rather as if we hung suspended in the midst of a blizzard of light.
"Stop!" I called out once again, but the words were swept away.
The circle of light vanished, as if retreating down a long tunnel. I realized, however, through the
sensory overload, that it was Luke and I who were receding from the light, that we had already been
blasted a great enough distance to drive us halfway through the hill. But there was nothing solid in any
direction about us.
A faint buzzing sound began. It grew into a humming, then a dull roar. In the distance, I seemed to
see a tiny steam locomotive negotiating a mountainside at an impossible angle, then an upside-down
waterfall, a skyline beneath green waters. A park bench passed us quickly, a blue-skinned woman seated
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upon it, clutching at it, a horrified expression on her face.
I dug frantically within my pocket, knowing we might be destroyed at any moment.
"What," Luke screamed into my ear, his grip now almost dislocating my arm, "is it?" .
"Shadow-storm!" I cried back. "Hang on!" I added unnecessarily.
A batlike creature was blown into my face, was gone an instant later, leading a wet slash upon my
right cheek. Something struck against my left foot.
An inverted mountain range flowed past us, buckling and rippling. The roaring increased in volume.
The light seemed to pulse by us now, in wide bands of color, touching us with a near-physical force. Heat
lamps and wind chimes...
I heard Luke cry out as if he had been struck, but I was unable to turn to his aid. We traversed a
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