Darwath 1 - The Time Of The Dark by Barbara Hambly Read Free Book Online Page A

hand and a wailing baby in the other arm.
    Rudy blinked. “What in hell was I drinking last night?” he asked aloud. “And who the hell are you?”
    The old man sheathed the sword in one smooth, competent gesture, and Rudy found himself thinking that whoever this was, he must be very quick on the draw with that thing. It looked real, too, balanced and razor-sharp. The old man replied, in a scratchy baritone, “I am called Ingold Inglorion. This is Prince Altir Endorion, last Prince of the House of Dare.”
    “Hunh?”
    The old man drew back the hood from his face, revealing a countenance wholly nondescript except for the remarkable blueness of the heavy-lidded eyes and for its expression of awesome serenity. Rudy had never seen a face like that, gentle, charming, and supremely in command. It was the face of a saint, a wizard, or a nut.
    Rudy rubbed his aching eyes. “How'd you get here?”
    “I came through the Void that separates your universe from mine,” Ingold explained reasonably. “You could hardly have missed it.”
    He's a nut.
    Curious, Rudy walked slowly around him, keeping his distance. The guy was armed, after all, and something in the way he'd handled the sword made Rudy sure he knew how to use it. He looked like a harmless old buffer, except for the Francis of Assisi get-up, but years of association with the brotherhood of the road had given Rudy an instinctive caution of anybody who was armed, no matter how harmless he looked. Besides, anybody running around dressed like that was obviously certifiable.
    The old man watched him in return, looking rather amused, one thick-muscled hand absently caressing the child he held into muffled whimpers, then silence. Rudy noticed that the old man's dark robes and the child's blankets were rank with smoke. He supposed they could have come out of the shadows around the corner of the house in the moment the reflected sunlight had blinded him, giving the impression they'd stepped out of a kind of flaming aura, but that explanation still didn't tell him where they'd come from, or how the old man had happened to acquire the kid.
    After a long moment's silence Rudy asked, “Are you for real?”
    The old man smiled, a leaping webwork of lines springing into being among the tangle of white beard. “Are you?”
    “I mean, are you supposed to be some kind of wizard or something?”
    “Not in this universe.” Ingold surveyed the young man before him for a moment, then smiled again. “It's a long story,” he explained, turned, and strolled back toward the house as if he owned the place, with Rudy tagging along in his wake. “Would it be possible for me to remain here until my contact in this world can reach me? It shouldn't be long.”
    What the hell? “Yeah, sure, go ahead.” Rudy sighed. “I'm only here myself because my car died on me—I mean, it's not really my car—and I have to check out the pump and see if I can get it running again.” Seeing Ingold's puzzled frown, he remembered the guy was supposed to be from another universe where, since they used swords— and he'd still like to know where the old man had picked that one up—the internal combustion engine hadn't been invented. “You do know what a car is?”
    “I'm familiar with the concept. We don't have them in my world, of course.”
    “Of course.”
    Ingold led the way calmly up the steps and into the house. He proceeded straight on down the hall to the bedroom, where he placed the child on the stained, lumpy mattress of the cot. The baby immediately began working himself free of his blankets, with the apparently fixed intention of rolling off and braining himself on the cement floor.
    “But who are you?” Rudy persisted, leaning in the doorway.
    “I told you, my name is Ingold. Here, enough of that… ” He reached down and stopped Prince Tir from worming himself over the edge. Then he glanced back over his shoulder. “You haven't told me your name,” he added.
    “Uh—Rudy Solis.