《He-Thing and the Cabal of the Cosmos》What Must Be Done
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Meanwhile,
at the blessedly divine
Castle Brave Bone,
which defies
any attempt at description,
the Doom Bell continued to toll,
in a din that rivaled
the last screams of Epux,
and the patience of Annison Lake —
Ultimate Sorceress,
Grand Matron of the Permanent Now —
was wearing thin.
She glanced up
at the wall of her chamber,
where a shimmering,
ceremonial knife
hung pregnant with history.
It seemed as though
incalculable eons had passed
since she had last touched
the hilt
of that ancient blade.
Annison opened the door
to her chamber,
and told her attendant
to summon her protégé.
She closed the door
and looked back
at the knife again.
Of her first days
at Castle Brave Bone,
she remembered only
darkness,
the long nights in bed,
in a strange place,
where it seemed
the absence of light
didn’t just seep through the windows,
but through the walls as well,
inhabited by its ever-present spirits.
Annison knew
there had been light during the days —
that misty mountain sunlight —
but she had no memory of it.
Until,
one day,
the Grand Matron
who had instructed Annison
invited her into her chamber,
and had gestured towards the
fabled knife.
“Do you see that
crude, beautiful tool?”
the Grand Matron asked.
“Yes,” Annison had answered,
curious.
The Grand Matron took the knife
from the wall, and gave it to Annison.
“How does it feel?”
she asked.
“Heavy,”
Annison replied.
“That is because
it is not to be used lightly.”
There was a knock on Annison’s door,
bringing her back to the present.
Her protégé glided in,
quizzical,
but scornfully
submissive.
Annison pointed.
“Do you see that knife?”
“Yes, Grand Matron.”
“Take it from the wall.”
The protégé hesitated, then
took the knife into her hands.
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“How does it feel?”
Annison asked.
“It is heavy.”
“That is because
it is not to be used lightly,”
Annison told the girl.
“It is time for a lesson,”
Annison said.
“Follow me. Bring the knife.”
She walked hurriedly
through the Castle’s halls,
her protégé’s
hyper-translucent gown
wisping on the floor
behind her.
Acolytes and lesser matrons
parted
before the Grand Matron
and her icy protégé,
their eyes wide
when they saw the knife.
All this,
Annison thought to herself,
because Oio, the First Woman,
had the courage to drink
from the River of Light.
In the great
Hall of Surrender,
they were accosted
by the spectral form of Phane Li Zat,
the mad seeress
who had haunted
Castle Brave Bone
since before it had physical form.
“There has been a change!”
Phane Li shrieked at Annison.
“Something has changed!”
No,
the Grand Matron thought.
Change is all there is.
And look at what we have done
to fight it.
The two of them
silently rode the elevator
down into the depths of
Castle Brave Bone.
The Doom Bell was
ominously huge,
and now that they
were near it,
Annison could feel
its thunderous vibrations
pushing millions of pinpricks
into her every cell.
Even her zealot protégé
seemed malevolently afraid.
At the base of the bell,
two short, stout, hairless
dwarves
mindlessly struck the bell
in rhythmic turns
with giant, silver hammers.
Annison and her protégé
had come to kill them.
The Grand Matron
did not bother
explaining —
the protégé knew
what dwarves were,
that these two would continue
striking the bell far into
the crevasses of infinity
until the Omniverse returned
to what it had been —
which it never would.
“Give me the knife,”
she told the girl.
The protégé handed her the knife
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in relief,
her eyes alight with
answerless questions.
Annison approached a dwarf
from behind, and drew its neck back
with her hand on its forehead.
She slit its throat.
The dwarf slumped to the floor.
Annison held out the knife
to her protégé.
“Now, you,”she said.
“Me?” the girl asked, trembling.
Yes,
the Grand Matron thought.
You. Me. Annison Lake,
of the Celestian-Lakes
of Timetropolis,
daughter of Baron Aistem Lake,
granddaughter of the Black Horse,
only fourteen years old,
and ageless,
destined to be protégé
and Grand Matron
forever.
“Sometimes,”
the Grand Matron told the girl,
herself,
“We have to do
what must be done.”
The protégé clutched
the bejeweled hilt of the ceremonial knife.
She drew a breath,
and did as the Grand Matron had;
but she was clumsy,
inexperienced —
a fat, bright red arc of blood
sprayed from the dwarf’s neck
onto the sleeve of her gown,
soaking her to the skin.
She recoiled;
but did not drop the ancient blade.
The dwarf fell to the floor.
The tolling stopped.
There had never been
a louder silence.
“Good, Annison,”
the Grand Matron said.
“Very good.
Now, go clean yourself up,
and change your gown.
We’re expecting visitors.”
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