Silence returned to the work-room.
Several moments passed.
A thudding clashing sound reached Cugel’s ears.
Sadlark propelled himself by clumsy hops and jumps into the foyer, using his motilators in the manner of feet, with only fair success, so that he fell heavily from time to time, to wallow and roll with a great rattling of scales.
Late afternoon light streamed through the door; Cugel made no move, hoping that Sadlark would blunder out into the open and return to the overworld.
Sadlark came to a halt and spoke in a gasping voice. “Cugel! Where is Cugel? Each of the forces I have consumed, including eel and weasel, requests that they be joined by Cugel! Where are you? Cugel, announce yourself! I cannot see by this peculiar Earth-light, which explains why I plunged into the mire.”
Cugel remained silent, scarcely daring to breathe. Sadlark slowly turned the red node of his sky-breaker around the foyer. “Ah, Cugel, there you are! Stand without motion!”
Sadlark lurched forward. Disobeying the order, Cugel ran to the far side of the fountain. Angry at Cugel’s insubordination, Sadlark gave a great bound through the air. Cugel seized a basin, scooped up water and flung it upon Sadlark, who thereby misjudged his distance and fell flat into the fountain.
The water hissed and bubbled as Sadlark’s force was spent. The scales fell apart and swirled idly about the bottom of the fountain.
Cugel stirred among the scales until he found ‘Spatterlight’. He wrapped the scale in several thicknesses of damp cloth and taking it into the work-room placed it into a jar of water, which he sealed and stored away.
Pergolo was silent, but Cugel could not rest easy; Iucounu’s presence hung in the air. Could the Laughing Magician be watching from some secret place, stifling his merriment with great effort while he planned a set of humorous pranks?
Cugel searched Pergolo with care but discovered no significant clues except Iucounu’s black opal thumb-ring, which he found in the fountain among the scales, and at last Cugel felt assured that Iucounu was no more.
At one end of the table sat Cugel; at the other, Bazzard. Disserl, Pelasias, Archimbaust and Vasker ranged at either side. The missing parts had been recovered from the vaults, sorted and restored to their owners, to the general satisfaction.
Six sylphs served the banquet, which, while lacking the bizarre condiments and improbable juxtapositions of Iucounu’s ‘novel cuisine’, was nevertheless enjoyed by the company.
Various toasts were proposed: to Bazzard’s ingenuity, to the fortitude of the four wizards, to Cugel’s brave deceits and duplicities. Cugel was asked, not once but several times, as to where his ambitions might now take him; on each occasion he responded with a glum shake of the head. “With Iucounu gone, there is no whip to drive me. I look in no direction and I have no plans.”
After draining his goblet, Vasker voiced a generalization: “Without urgent goals, life is insipid!”
Disserl also tilted his goblet high, then responded to his brother: “I believe that this thought has been enunciated before. A surly critic might even use the word ‘banality’.”
Vasker replied in even tones: “These are the ideas which true originality rediscovers and renews, for the benefit of mankind. I stand by my remark! Cugel, do you concur?”
Cugel signalled the sylphs to the better use of their decanters. “The intellectual interplay leaves me bewildered; I am quite at a loss. Both viewpoints carry conviction.”
Vasker said: “Perhaps you will return with us to Llaio and we will explain our philosophies in full detail.”
“I will keep your invitation in mind. For the next few months I will be busy at Pergolo, sorting through Iucounu’s affairs. Already, a number of his spies have submitted claims and invoices which almost certainly are falsified. I have dismissed them out of hand.”
“And when all is in order?” asked Bazzard. “What then? Is it to be the rustic hut by the river?”
“Such a cabin, with nothing to do but watch sunlight moving on the water, exerts an attraction. But I fear that I might become restless.”
Bazzard ventured a suggestion. “There are far parts of the world to be seen. The floating city Jehaz is said to be splendid. There is also the Land of the Pale Ladies, which you might care to explore. Or will you pass your days in Almery?”
“The future is blurred as if in a fog.”
“The same is true for all of us,” declared Pelasias. “Why make plans? The sun might well go out tomorrow.”
Cugel performed an extravagant gesture. “That thought must be banished from our minds! Tonight we sit here drinking purple wine! Let tonight last forever!”
“This is my own sentiment!” said Archimbaust. “Now is now! There is never more to experience than this single ‘now’, which recurs at an interval exactly one second in length.”
Bazzard knit his brows. “What of the first ‘now’, and the last ‘now’? Are these to be regarded as the same entity?”
Archimbaust spoke somewhat severely: “Bazzard, your questions are too profound for the occasion. The songs of your musical fish would be more appropriate.”
“Their progress is slow,” said Bazzard. “I have appointed a cantor and a contralto choir, but the harmony is not yet steady.”
“No matter,” said Cugel. “Tonight we will do without. Iucounu, wherever you are, in underworld, overworld or no world whatever: we drink to your memory in your own wine! This is the final joke, and, feeble though it may be, it is at your expense, and hence, enjoyed by the company! Sylphs, make play with the decanters! Once again to the goblets! Bazzard, have you tried this excellent cheese? Vasker: another anchovy? Let the feast proceed!”
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About the Author
Jack Vance (1916 – )
Jack Vance was born in 1916 and studied mining, engineering and journalism at the University of California. During the Second World War he served in the merchant navy and was torpedoed twice.
Author Jack Vance has been central to both science fiction and fantasy since 1945, publishing nearly ninety novels and collections. He has received every major genre award, including the Edgar, Hugo, Nebula, World Fantasy and Science Fiction Writers of America Grand Master.
