6th May
10:43 GMT -5
I smile at Beulah as she performs a final check of her equipment.
"Short straw or long straw?
"
Her eyes move my way for a moment. "Your meaning?"
I nod to the standing stones where a couple of local mages -theonomists, they call them- are working on reopening the witch-path. Not the same one we came in by, but Melmoth had a more complete map than the Columbians do. It takes more effort to ensure that it's properly aligned, but can be reactivated far more swiftly. The underlying reason is probably quite fascinating, and I'm hoping to get the theonomist accompanying us -a Doctor Bertram- in contact with Sephtian.
Probably… Best I don't mention the 'flying through Hell' outline we came up with.
"Drawing straws is another term for drawing lots. 'Drawing the short straw' is a metaphor for being selected for an unpleasant job.
"
"I do what duty requires."
"Right, and so does Abednego.
" He's over talking to the drovers handling the few Sheeda animals we captured alive. The drovers
aren't coming with us and Abednego wants to make sure that he knows how to look after them.
"But Shadrach
isn't here, despite being one of three witch-hunters who've been on our side before.
"
"Lord-Protector Judah is like to order a purgation. Brother Shadrach would be loath to be elsewhere when it occurs."
"So how-?
"
"He is a judge of where to apply his own skills, and God Almighty is the judge of his soul. Abednego is perhaps a little too charitable. Our embassy must have
someone who can judge you clearly."
I smile.
"Oh, that's right: you missed me going to Heaven, didn't you?
"
Her eyes return to me.
"Is this some manner of jest?"
"Oh,
I wish.
" I shrug.
"I wouldn't mention it, but there's no way someone isn't going to mention the whole thing while you're on Earth, so I'd rather get it out of the way now.
"
"You expect me to credit a claim that you died and went to Heaven and yet stand here now, risen anew?"
"No, I expect you to disbelieve me, and gradually gain more information supporting the claim, then become increasingly irrational in your demands that I deny that it happened before finally realising that it's true and… I don't know, going on a huge bender as you try to use alcohol to erase your memory of the revelation.
"
"Your imagination is heartily overactive."
"Then you would deny the bender, and just avoid me while throwing yourself into your work to try to regain some semblance of normalcy. But gradually the thoughts would return, and-.
"
"You are a pagan, are you not?"
"Yes. Oh, believe me, Heaven wasn't my preferred-.
"
"I am pledged not to use my pyromantic magic against another Christian. But I will not be made a warlock for using it against
you."
"Understood. But I can't feel pain unless I want to and I can regenerate non-fatal injury.
"
"I would
test that."
I hold out my right arm.
"Go right ahead.
"
She reaches out and firmly grasps my forearm with her right hand, flames blue and fierce and.. entirely ineffectual against my environmental shield. She meets my eyes and I shrug, and-. Then for a moment she makes flames
inside my environmental shield, burning my skin under my armour. She's still watching my eyes and I shrug again, subspacing my vambrace to reveal the burned flesh. Which then glows orange and is restored to pristine skin.
She lets go of my arm and I replace the armour.
"And I'm completely serious about the Heaven thing, too. The Angel King Asmodel decided that he could run the universe better than God, Karrien Excalibris just wanted to kill things and they both decided I was an acceptable target. My soul was taken to Heaven as a hard test of their new rehabilitation system.
"
"Rehabilitating one as prideful as you might test even the angels' capacities."
"That's what
they said! But they won't get another chance. Straight to Erebos next time.
"
"Your false idols will not shield you from the Lord."
"Perhaps, but they will shield me from everyone
else.
" The glow of the witch-path stabilises and the theonomists step away, nodding to the Columbian MP who is coming with us to open diplomatic negotiations.
"So
anyway, how do you feel about any of this?
"
"The thought of spending time in your presence engenders a great desire in me to swear an oath of chastity."
"Oh, there are plenty of dour Christian men on Earth. I'm sure you could find someone who's a match for you. But I really meant the stuff with the Sheeda… Melmoth.
"
"All should burn. But you may put them to the question first, that you may learn to better burn the rest."
…
"Not..
big on turning the other-?
"
"Brothers and Sisters, and honoured guests!" The MP gestures for our attention. "The way is stable, and we are ready to depart! For the first time since our forefathers were snatched away from their homes we will have official contact with England once more!"
That should be 'foremothers', given that they're descended from Melmoth and the colonist women. And… Someone
has told him that America is an independent country, haven't they? I sort of assumed that they'd feel closest to the United States, but I suppose that it makes sense that they feel closer to English
Nonconformists than anything else.
Major Adams and Abednego head through the portal first, then a theonomist and the mission's priest. John and I are going back because we need the carrying capacity of two Lanterns to wrangle all of the materials we're bringing with us. Some of the porters finish loading up John's
lorry constructs and he follows a cluster of political aides through into the witch-path.
"You and me next, then.
"
Beulah moves towards the portal without further comment, pack and weapons stowed. I pick up the cages and crates containing living and dead specimens for dissection and float after her.
Back on Earth
Somewhere Near Ipswich
I look around the.. park? It's daylight at least. Ring, check time and-
25th June 2012
11:23 GMT
-date..? Oh. Time passes… Slower there. Something to bear in mind, but the difference…
"…Justice League mission…"
Soldiers in British Army uniforms are pointing guns at our guests as Major Adams tries talking their sergeant down. And I see tents… Refugee tents? Pitched all across what looks like it used to be a playing field-.
"They're here!"
I look up as a solid black wave of insect riders cover the sky.