Castle MurdersJohn DeChanciee-reads2002Texttext/html0-7592-6266-7en-usen-usCopyright © 1994 by John DeChancie{59FFE082-6408-11
For the castle itself is a mystery. Its very existence maintained from second to second by a
transmutational spell laid long ago on a great demon, Castle Perilous is a magical construction. Its huge
bulk — far more than what mortal hands could amass piling stone upon stone — bestrides a citadel
commanding the bleak Plains of Baranthe in the Western Pale. The castle is a world in itself; but far
more than that, it contains countless worlds.
Some explication is needed. As would any structure of its size, Perilous has innumerable doors and
windows; but the anomaly is that some of these are portals to other worlds. Pass through any of the
castle’s “aspects,” as they are called, and you cross into a strange new cosmos. There are exactly
144,000 aspects in the castle. Any resident or Guest of the castle can describe the sensation of wonder
engendered when, after traversing gloomy hallways, one goes through an archway or alcove and steps
out onto a vast savannah where herds of animals graze — or into a deep forest limned in cathedral light
— or onto a desolate plain whereon sits a domed city under an alien sun.
But let us return to the controversy surrounding the authorship of The Eidolons.
Who is the man whose name is emblazoned (immodestly so, if I might add) across the covers of these
“paperbacks”? Where does he live? As the language of these works is contemporary (if quasi-
grammatical) English with lapses into pseudo-Elizabethan cant, one might well conclude that the author
hails from the castle aspect known as Earth. But, truth be told, a thorough search of the appropriate
reference volumes has failed to produce any mention of either the author or his works. Moreover, no
trace can be found of the publisher whose name and address is printed on the verso of the title page!
(There are attendant minor mysteries, of which we should make passing mention. The author’s surname,
for instance. What nationality is it? English, via Anglo-Norman? French? Anglicized Italian? The name
is very possibly a pseudonym. And who are the individuals whose fawning endorsements are bruited on
and about the cover? Presumably approving critics or admiring colleagues of the author, and we would
be forced to conclude one or the other or both, were it not for the fact that no trace can be found of these
people either. Phantoms all! Then there is the matter of the cover “art.” What sort of deranged soul could
…? But let us set these relatively trivial matters aside.)
What, then, are we to make of all this? The only conjecture to acquire any currency has it that The
Eidolons originated in a world that is a variant of Earth and one in which the castle is a fiction, not the
reality we know. Here we tread disputed ground, for some hold that there are more than 144,000
universes. In fact, there may be an infinite number of them, of which the assortment provided by the
castle is only a random and constantly shifting sample. Be that as it may, the conjecture that these books
were generated in some backwater universe does not explain how they came to the castle, nor how they
were written. Indeed, it makes the issue all the more obscure, for how could a stranger to the castle, a
stranger even to the universe in which the castle exists, have produced these highly romanticized but
essentially accurate accounts, even to describing the intimate thoughts and sometimes inexplicable
actions of the master of Castle Perilous, Incarnadine, King by the grace of the gods and Lord of the
Western Pale?
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