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Roadmarks - Roger Zelazny
(Version 2002.08.21 -- Done)
Two
"Pull over!" cried Leila.
Randy cut to the right immediately and braked the car. The sky pulsed
its way to a pearly predawn.
"Back up along the shoulder."
He nodded and shifted into reverse.
"Those people? We could just walk back--"
"I want to look at them more closely before we get out."
"Okay," he said as they crept backward.
She turned and regarded the battered gray vehicle. There were two
figures seated within it. Both seemed to be white-haired, but the light was
still tricky. Both seemed to be watching her.
"In a moment, the door on the driver's side will open," she said softly.
The door on the driver's side opened.
"Now the other."
The other door opened.
"The old man was driving, the old woman a passenger..."
An old man and an old woman stepped out and moved forward, leaving the
doors open behind them. They wore ragged wraparound garments held in place
with sashes.
"Stop," she said. "Let's get out and go back and help them. Their
distributor cap has come loose."
"A part of your vision?"
"No," she said.
She opened the door, got out and headed back. He did the same. His first
impression, as he approached, was that the man was too old to be driving.
Stoop-shouldered, he leaned against his car. His free hand trembled slightly;
it was dry and spotted, clawlike. His face was heavily lined, his eyebrows as
white as his hair. Then the eyes caught Randy and held him--green, almost
flashing. There was an awareness there at which he would not have guessed from
three meters farther back. Randy smiled at him, but the man showed no
reaction.
Leila, in the meantime, had approached the old woman and was speaking
with her in a language Randy did not recognize.
"If I could take a look under the hood," Randy suggested, "I might be of
some help."
When the man did not respond, he repeated it in foretalk lingo. This
drew no reaction either. The man seemed to be studying his face, his garments,
his movements. Randy felt uncomfortable before that peculiar scrutiny. He gave
Leila a look of appeal.
"It's all right," she said. "Go ahead and open the hood and fix it. They
don't understand how it works. I'm explaining about fuel now."
As he bent to unfasten the latch, Randy saw Leila pass a large wad of
money to the old woman. The man drew back as the hood rose several inches.
When Randy had raised it to a full open position, he heard a brief exclamation
from that direction.
Yes. The distributor cap had come loose. He fitted it back into place
and clamped it there. Casting a quick glance over the rest of the engine, he
saw nothing out of order.
"Would you care to try starting it now, sir?" he asked.
When he looked up, the man was smiling at him.
"I'm not sure you understand me, but I'd like to try starting the engine
now," Randy said. Then, when the other did not move or reply, he said, "I'll
do it."
Randy moved around the man, looked into the car. The key was still in
the ignition. He slid inside and tried it. A moment later, the engine caught.
He turned it off and climbed out again. He smiled back at the old man and
nodded.
"There you are."
The man suddenly lunged forward and embraced him in a bear hug. He was
surprisingly strong, and his breath came very hot.
"Name, your name, good man?" he said.
"Randy. I'm Randy--Dorakeen," he replied, extricating himself.
"Dorakeen. Good name," said the other.
Leila had circled the vehicle and now stood behind them. The old woman
had followed her.
"They'll be okay," she said. "Come on. We must go now--to the last exit
to Babylon."
She hissed something at the man, who nodded. She embraced the old woman
for a long moment, then pulled herself away and started back toward the car.
Randy followed quickly. When he glanced back, the couple had already entered
their vehicle. He heard the engine turn over. Then the car pulled out onto the
Road and was gone. At that moment, the sun came up and he noticed that Leila
was crying. He looked the other way and had strange feelings.
One
Red Dorakeen was on a quiet section of the Road, straight and still as
death and faintly sparkling. A pair of futuristic vehicles has passed him
several hours earlier, moving at fantastic speeds, and he had later overtaken
a coach-and-four and then a solitary horseman. He kept his blue Dodge pickup
in the right-hand lane and maintained a steady 65 mph. He chewed his cigar and
hummed.
The sky was a very pale blue with a heavy bright line running from east
to west across it. There was no noticeable dust, and no insects splattered
against the windshield.
He drove with the window down, his left hand clasping the top of the
doorframe. He wore a faded baseball cap, its bill drawn low over his forehead;
his head was tilted slightly back to accommodate it, his green eyes half-
lidded in its shadow. His ruddy beard might have been slightly darker than his
hair.
A tiny spot appeared far ahead. It grew rapidly, resolving into a
battered black Volkswagen. As they passed, the other vehicle's horn began to
sound. It drew off onto the shoulder of the Road and came to a halt.
Red glanced into his side mirror, hit his breakes, and drifted to his
right. As he slowed, the sky began to pulse--blue, gray, blue, gray--its
bright stripe vanishing with each fading stroke.
When he came to a complete stop, a clear evening hung about him.
Crickets sounded somewhere in the distance, and a cool breeze passed. He
opened the door and climbed down from the cab, yanking his ignition keys and
pocketing them as he descended. He wore Levi's and combat boots, a brown ski
vest over his khaki work shirt, and a wide belt with an elaborate buckle. He
reversed his cap and paused to light his cigar before he turned and hiked back
along the shoulder.
There was no way to cross the Road without risking almost certain
destruction. For this reason, he moved to a spot directly across from the
Volkswagen. As he did, the car's door opened and a short man with a small
moustache emerged.
"Red!" he called. "Red?..."
"What is it, Adolph?" he hollered. "Still looking for the place where
you won?"
"Listen, Red," said the other. "I didn't know whether to tell you this
or not, because I couldn't make up my mind whether I hated you more than I
felt I owed you. But then, I could not decide whether the information would be
harmful or useful to you. So I guess it all balances out. I am going to tell
you. I was way the hell down the Road earlier, and I saw it happen at the exit
marked with the blue ziggurat--"
"The blue ziggurat?"
"The blue ziggurat. I saw you turn over going off there. I saw your
truck burn."
Red Dorakeen was silent for several moments. The he laughed.
"Death," he said, "will surely be puzzled if he passes me soon. He will
say, 'What is this man doing in Themistocles' Athens when he has a date with
me on the last exit to Babylon?'"
His great frame shook as he laughed again. Then he blew smoke and raised
his right arm in a guesture of mock salute.
"But thanks," he said. "It may be a good thing for me to know."
He turned and started back toward his truck.
"One thing more," the other called after him.
"What's that?"
"You could have been a great man. Good-bye."
"Auf wiedersehen."
Red mounted to the cab and started the engine. Soon the sky was blue
again.
Two
As dawn worked its way above the still and shattered skyline,
Strangulena stirred on her barge in the East River. Slowly, gently, she pushed
back the fur that covered them, and brushed a strand of flaming hair from her
brow. Her fingertips touched the more sensitive spots on her throat, shoulders
and breasts, where the signs of her lover's ardor were already becoming
visible. Smiling then, she flexed her fingers and turned slowly onto her left
side.
Toby, as heavy and dark as the departing night, his cheek resting on his
right palm, grinned at her.
"Gods! Don't you ever sleep?" she said.
"Not with a lady who has strangled over a hundred lovers once they'd
dropped off beside her."
Her eyes narrowed.
"Then you knew! All along you knew! You led me on!"
"Thank God and amphetamine, yes!"
She smiled and stretched.
"You are very fortunate. Actually, I don't normally wait for them to
drop off. I generally choose a certain moment and they come and go at the same
time, so to speak. You were going to get it now only because I was distracted
by architecture then. However..."
She reached out and maipulated the control unite. Silently, the barge
began to move.
She turned onto her other side.
"Look how the light hits the manhattan ruins! I just adore ruins!" She
sat up suddenly and raised an oblong rectangle of carved and polished wood.
She held it at arm's length and stared through it. "That group right
there...Isn't that a fine composition?"
Toba raised himself and leaned forward, his chin brushing her left
shoulder.
"It's--uh--interesting."
She held a small camera in her left hand, sighted through it, through
the frame, leaned forward, laned back, pressed a button.
"Got it."
She deposited the frame and the camera off to her right.
"I could spend my life viewing picturesque ruins. In fact, I do. Most of
the time. They're always best from the water. Did you ever notice that?"
"Now that you mention it..."
"You were too good to be true, you know? Dressed in rags, poking through
junk at the water's edge, unscrubbed and unlettered, a product of
civilizations's decay--just as I drifted by. You conned me. What are you? An
archaeologist?"
"Well..."
"...And you knew about me. Keep your right arm up like that, but raise
your head."
She rolled over onto her stomach, raised her own right arm, and clasped
his hand.
"All right, Mister Toba. Start pushing as if your life depended on it.
Maybe it does."
"Hey now, lady--"
His arm began bending backward. He tightened his grip, strained. It
halted for a few moments. He clamped his jaw, leaned left.
Suddenly he was slammed back, his arm pinned to the deck.
She smiled down at him.
"Want to try it with your left?"
"No, thanks. Look, I believe everything I've heard about you...You have-
-uh--exotic tastes and you're strong enough to satisfy them. I've got to
admire anybody who gets what they want. This was the only way I knew to meet
you, though. I've got a once-in-a-lifetime offer you can't afford to miss."
"Does it involbe a good ruin?"
"You'd better believe it!" he said quickly.
"...And a good man?"
"One of the best!"
She seized his hand and jerked him to his feet.
"Quick! Look at the sinlight on that broken tower!"
"Sure is something!"
"What's his name?"
"Dorakeen. Red Dorakeen."
"That sounds familiar..."
"He's been around a lot."
"Is he picturesque?"
"Need you ever ask?"
"I could use a new barge, with some ivory inlay work..."
"Say no more. Hey! Sunlight through what's left of that bridge!"
"Quick! The camera! --You're a very lucky man, Toba."
"Don't I know it!"
One
When he saw the tiny dot in the rearview mirror blossom and gleam, Red
Dorakeen cursed softly.
"What is the matter?" came a husky voice from the dashboard.
"Huh? I didn't know I'd left you on."
His right hand moved toward the control knob, then dropped back.
"You didn't. I activated the circuit myself."
"How'd you manage that?"
"Remember the service job I won from you in that card game last month?
There was sufficient credit remaining to have them install some extra
circuits. I'd decided it was time to expand my horizons."
"You mean you've been eavesdropping on me for an entire month?"
"Yes. You talk to yourself a lot. It's fun."
"We'll have to do something about that."
"You could stop playing cards with me. --I repeat, what is the matter?"
"Police car. Coming up fast. May go right on by. May not, too."
"I'll bet I can knock him out. Want to fight?"
"Hell, no. Sit tight, Flowers. Certain things take time, that's all."
"I do not understand."
"I am in no hurry. If I fail, I try again. Or I try something else."
His eyes returned to the mirror. The shining, teardrop-shaped vehicle
was large now in the passing lane and still gaining, though it seemed that it
might have slowed.
"I still do not understand."
He struck a wooden match with his thumbnail and relit his cigar.
"I know. Don't worry about it--and stay out of any discussions that
might arise."
"Acknowledged."
He glanced to the side. The vehicle had come abreast of him and was
pacing him now. He sighed.
"Stop me or go on, damn you!" he muttered. "We're both too big to play
games!"
As if in response, a siren wailed. A globe reared itself above the
shining roof and began to blink like a hot eye.
Red turned the steering wheel and drew off onto the Road's shoulder.
Again, the sky began to pulse, dark and light, darker and lighter. When the
vehicle came to a complete halt, a morning sun hovered just above the horizon
to his right, the grasses were pale with frost, birds were singing. The
shining vehicle pulled off ahead of him. Both its doors opened and two gray-
tunicked officers descended and moved in his direction. He turned off the
ignition and sat perfectly still. he exhaled a large cloud of smoke.
The driver of the other vehicle came up beside his door. his companion
moved toward the rear of the truck. The first man looked in. He smiled
faintly.
"I'll be damned!" he said.
"Hi, Tony."
"Didn't know it was you, Red. Hope you're not up to anything too gross.
Red shrugged.
"Oh, a little of this, a little of that."
"Tony," came a voice from the rear. "You'd better take a look at this."
"Uh...I'll have to ask you to step down, Red."
"Sure."
He opened the door and climbed out.
"What is it?" Tony asked, moving back.
"Look."
he had undone a corner of the tarp and raised it. he now proceeded to
unfasted it further.
"I recognize those! They're C Twenty rifles, called M-1s."
"Yeah, I know. See what's back here? Browning Automatic Rifles. And this
is a case of hand grenades. Lots of ammo, too."
Tony sighed, turned.
"Don't tell me. Let me guess," he said. "I know right where you are
going. You still believe the greeks should win the Battle of marathon and you
want to give them a hand."
Red grimaced.
"What makes you guess that?"
"You've been caught at it twice before."
"And you just pulled me over--part of a random sampling?"
"That's right."
"you trying to say that no one tipped you off?"
The officer hesitated and glanced away.
"That's right."
Red grinned around the cigar.
"Okay. You've got me with the goods. What are you going to do?"
"The first thing we are going to do is confiscate the stuff. You can
give us a hand loading them into our van."
"Do I get a receipt?"
"Damn it, Red! Don't you know the seriousness of what you're doing?"
"Yep."
"Admitted, nothing will happen to us if you can pull it off. You will
create another branch in the Road, though. Or another exit."
"What's wrong with that--really?"
"Who knows who might start traveling it from that point."
"A lot of weird fish travel it already, Tony. Look at us."
"But you're a devil we know. Everybody knows you. Why do you want that
other goddamned branch anyway?"
"Because it was that way once before, but that sideroad is now blocked.
I am trying to re-create a set of circumstances."
"I don't remember it."
"You're young, Tony."
"I don't understand you, Red. Com on, give me a hand with these
weapons."
"Okay."
They began transferring the pieces.
"You know you have to stop this sort of thing."
"I know that watching for it is a part of your job, yes."
"But you don't give a damn. Supposing you were to open the route to some
really rotten place, full of dangerous, vicious creatures with the ability to
move along the Road? We'd all be in trouble then. Why not lay off this
business?"
"I'm looking for something I haven't been able to find any other way."
"Mind telling me what?"
"Yes, I do. It's personal."
"You'd foul up the whole traffic pattern just for some selfish little
whim?"
"Yep."
"Don't know why I asked. I've known you for about forty years. What's
that come to for you?"
"Five or six years. Thirty, maybe. I don't know. You doing a lot of
office work in between?"
"Too much."
"Probably where you got those notions about new branches."
"As a matter of fact, I did pick up a lot of the theory, and it is more
complicated than you probably think."
"Hogwash! It was that way once, it can be that way again."
"Have it your way, but we won't have you messing around like this."
"People do it every day. Why else would they travel the Road? Everywhere
they go, they alter the branches some way or other."
Tony's teeth clicked.
"I know, and that's frightening enough. This whole thing ought to be
better controlled, check points set up--"
"But the Road has always been here, and those of us who can travel it
always have. The world goes on, the Road goes on--from creation to
destruction, amen, for all you know. What's your point?"
"I've known you for forty years-- or thirty, or five or six. You haven't
changed. I can't talk to you. --Okay. We can't control most of the traffic, we
can't stop the minor changes. We can look out for big things, though, and we
do. You're always involved with the big ones. I'm trying to be nice and let
you go with another warning."
"That's all you can do, and you know it. You can't prove where I was
headed with this equipment. You can confiscate, you can lecture, you can make
things rough for me for a while. But it won't last--and you know as well as I
do that you are handing me another line. This isn't policy or guarding the
peace or anything like that. You are harassing me, personally, for a
particular reason. Someone's down on me and I'd like to know who, and why."
Tony reddened. His partner passed them with a carton of grenades.
"You're getting paranoid, Red," he finally said.
"Uh-uh. Care to give me a hint?" His eyes were fixed on the other's as
he struck a match on an ammo box and relit his cigar. "Who could it be?"
Tony glanced at his partner, then, "Come on. Let's get the rest of this
stuff loaded," he said.
It took another ten minutes to transfer the balance of the arms. When
this had been done, Red was permitted to enter his truck.
"Okay. Consider yourself warned," Tony said.
Red nodded.
"...And be careful."
Red nodded again, more slowly.
"Thanks."
He watched them mount their shining vehicle and speed off.
"What was that all about?"
"He just did me a favor, Flowers. He came looking, to let me know we're
in trouble."
"What kind?"
"I'll have to think about it. Where's the nearest rest stop?"
"Not too far ahead."
"You drive."
"Okay."
The truck jerked into motion.
Two
The Marquis de Sade followed Sundoc into the enormous building.
"I appreciate this considerably," he said, "and I'd appreciate your not
mentioning it to Chadwick, because he thinks I'm reading a stack of abominable
manuscripts. Ever since Baron Cuvier's speculations, I have wondered, I have
wished. But I never thought that I would actually get to see one."
Sundoc chuckled and led him into the huge laboratory.
"I can appreciate that. Don't worry. I like to show off my work."
They approached the great pit in the center of the hall, coming up to
the railing that surrounded it.
Sundoc gestured with his right hand and the area below was flooded with
light.
It stood like an enormous statue, like an unusually well-fashioned prop
for a Grade B movie, like a suddenly materialized neurosis...
And then it moved. It shuffled its feet and lowered its head away from
the light. A strip of gleaming metal was revealed at the back of its head, and
another farther down along its spine.
"Ugly as they come," said Sundoc.
The marquis shook his head.
"God's dentures! It's beautiful!" he said softly. "Tell me again what it
is called."
"Tyrannosaurus rex."
"Fitting. Yes, so fitting! It's lovely!"
He stood unmoving for over a minute. Then he asked "How did you obtain
this wonderful beast? I was given to believe that they only existed in the
extremely distant past."
"True. It took a fusion-powered vessel flying above the Road at a very
good clip for a very long while to get back that far."
"Yet the Road does extend back to those days...Amazing! And how did you
transport something of that size, that power?"
"Didn't. The team I sent narcotized one and brought a tissue sample to a
period about fifteen years back. This specimen was cloned from that sample--
that is to say, he is an artificially cultivated twin of the original."
"Beautiful, oh beautiful! I don't understand, but it does not make a bit
of difference--adds to the charm, the mystery, in fact. Now, tell me of your
control over it."
"You see those metallic plates on its head and back?"
"Yes."
"They are implant grids. A great number of tiny electrodes extend down
from them into the creature's nervous system. A moment..."
He walked away, crossing to a workstand from which he obtained a small
rectangular box and a silver basket. He returned with these and displayed
them.
"This," he said, indicating the box, "is a computer--"
"A thinking machine?"
"Oh, someone has been briefing you. Well, sort of. This one is also a
broadcast unit."
He threw a switch. A tiny light came on behind a dial. There was no
sound.
"You can make it do whatever you want--with that?"
"Better than that."
He fitted the basket over his head, adjusted its band.
"Far better," he said, "for there is feedback."
The reptile raised its head, turned it to regard them.
"...I see two men looking down at me. One is wearing something shiny on
his head. I am going to wave to them--my right forelimb."
Grotesquely, ludicrously, the relatively tiny appendage began a waving
movement.
"...And now I will shout my greeting!"
A bellow that rattled equipment on distant tables, that seemed to shake
the very building, rolled about them.
"I must! I must!" cried the marquis. "Let me try! Please let me try it!"
Sundoc grinned and removed the headgear. "Sure. It's easy. I'll show you
how to put it on..."
For several minutes, the marquis marched the monster about its pit,
waving its tail, stamping its feet.
"I really can see through its eyes!"
"That's the feedback part I was telling you about."
"My--Its strength must be phenomenal!"
"Oh, it is."
Several additional minutes passed, then, "I am really loath to surrender
this sensation," he observed, "but I suppose I must. How do you turn it off?"
"Here, I'll show you."
He removed the headpiece, switched off the control unit.
"I have never known such a sensation of power," said the marquis. "Why--
There would be the invincible weapon, the perfect assassin. Why do you not use
it to kill that Dorakeen fellow and claim the bounty your master is offering?"
Sundoc laughed.
"Can you see it lumbering along the Road toward some guessed-at
rendezvous, to step on his enemy? No, transportation would be an insuperable
problem, even if we did know exactly where to deliver the beast. I never
intended to use it in any such fashion. Far too cumbersome."
"True, true--when you put it that way. It was the imagery that took hold
of me--the reptilian avenger swooping down upon its prey...The sensations of
controlling it the while..."
"Um. I suppose so."
"...Whereas it actually represents a noble enterprise for the
advancement of science."
"Hardly. All of the techniques employed here are quite venerable. The
control of that monster represents no gain for science. Whatever information
may be obtained concerning the beast itself could as easily be gained simply
by studying it in an untampered condition. No, what you see down there is the
fulfillment of a whim--which is why I consented so readily to showing it off.
I had always had a desire to do this for the pure fun of it. That's all. It is
an end in itself. There is no special use for the beast. Oh, my assistants
will study its physiology and publish their findings. Might as well take
advantage of its presence that way. After a long and rewarding career, I can
afford to indulge myself in this fashion. So why not?"
"We are closer together in some matters than I would have believed."
"Because I admit to an expensive indulgence?"
The marquis shook his head.
"Because you enjoy the feeling of such a peculiar power."
Sundoc moved his hand and darkened the pit. He drew back from the
railing and turned away.
"All right," he said. "You have a point." He replaced the gear on the
workbench as they moved away. "You'd best get back to those manuscripts now."
"Ouch," said the marquis. "From Olympus to Tartarus in only a few
blocks."
Sundoc smiled.
"It eats a lot too," he said. "But it's worth it."
One
He entered the graveled lot and headed toward a group of hewn-log
buildings before which stood rows of pumps for various fuels.
"How's the gas?" Red inquired.
"Half full, with a full auxiliary."
"Park, over by those trees."
He came to a halt beneath a large oak tree. The sun had already settled
far into the west.
"We're around C Sixteen, aren't we?"
"Yes. Were you planning on getting off here?"
"No. I was just thinking: I once knew a guy from this period. Had to
take the English cutoff, up a piece..."
"You want to park and go visit him?"
"No. He's--elsewhere. And I'm hungry. Come keep me company."
He withdrew a copy of Flowers of Evil from beneath the dashboard.
"Where did he go?" came the voice from the book.
"Who?"
"Your friend."
"Oh. Far. Yes, he went far." Red chuckled.
He opened the door and stepped outside. There was a chill in the air. He
moved quickly in the direction of the buildings.
The dining room was shadowy, its chandelier as yet unlit. The tables
were of wood and uncovered, as was the floor. A log fire crackled in an open
hearth at the room's far end. The only windows were in the front wall.
He glanced at the diners. Two couples were seated before the big window.
Young-looking. From their garb and their speech, he placed them as late C
Twenty-one. The garments of the delicate-looking man at the table to his right
indicated late Victorian England as his place of origin. Seated with his back
to the nearer wall was a dark-haired man wearing black trousers and boots, and
a white shirt. He was eating chicken and drinking beer. A dark leather jacket
hung over the back of his chair. Too basic. Red could not place him.
He moved to the farthest table, turned it, and sat with his back to the
corner. He placed Flowers of Evil on the boards before him, opening the volume
at random.
" 'Pour l'enfant, amoureux de cartes et d'estampes, l'univers est egal a
son vaste appetit,'" came the tiny voice.
He quickly raised the book to cover his face.
"True," he replied in a whisper.
"Yet you want more, don't you?"
"Just my own little corner."
"And where might that be?"
"Damned if I know."
"I've never quite understood why you do the things--"
A tall, white-haired waiter came up beside the table.
"Your order-- Red!"
He looked up, stared a moment.
"Johnson?..."
"Yes. Good Lord! It's been years!"
"Has it? You used to work farther down the Road, didn't you?"
"Yes. But I like it better up here."
"I'm glad you found a good spot. Say, that guy's chicken looks good."
Red nodded toward the dark-haired man. "So does his beer. I'll have the same.
Who is he, anyway?"
"Never saw him before."
"All right. Bring the beer now."
"Okay."
He withdrew a fresh cigar from a concealed pocket, examined it.
Johnson paused, regarding him.
"Are you going to do the trick?"
"What trick?"
"I once saw you light your cigar with a coal you plucked from the fire.
You weren't burned."
"Go on!"
"Don't you remember? It was some years ago...Unless you are going to
learn it later. You did look older then. Anyway, it was about half a C down
the Road."
Red shook his head.
"Some childish trick. I'll none of it now. Let's have the brew and the
bird."
Johnson nodded and departed.
By the time Red had finished eating, the dining room had filled. Lights
had been lit and the background noise had grown louder. He hailed Johnson,
paid his tab and rose.
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