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Castle Kidnapped - John DeChancie
Castle Kidnapped
John DeChancie
AN [ e - reads ] BOOK
New York, NY
No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, or
mechanical, including photocopy, recording, scanning or any information storage retrieval system,
without explicit permission in writing from the Author.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s
imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locals or persons, living or
dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © Copyright © 1989 by John DeChancie
First e-reads publication 2002
www.e-reads.com
ISBN 0-7592-6265-
To the Memory of Robert P. Mills
Other works by
John DeChanice
also available in e-reads editions
RED LIMIT FREEWAY
LIVING WITH ALIENS
CASTLE PERLIOUS
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CASTLE FOR RENT
The voice I hear this passing night was heard
In ancient days …
The same that oft-times hath
Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam
Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
— KEATS
Table of Contents
One — On the Approach Path to Greater Pittsburgh International Airport
Two — Queens
Three — Queen’s Ballroom
Four — Elsewhere
Five — Castle
Six — City
Seven — Queen’s Dining Hall
Eight — Cenotaphs
Nine — Wilderness
Ten — Long Island
Eleven — Library
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Twelve — Caves
Thirteen — Castle (?), Then Island
Fourteen — Long Island Expressway
Fifteen — Castle
Sixteen — King’s Study
Seventeen — New Barsoom
Eighteen — Desert Island
Nineteen — Long Island
Twenty — Castle
Twenty-one — Drawing Room, Family Residence
Twenty-two — Plains
Twenty-three — Island
Twenty-four — Philadelphia, Outskirts
Twenty-five — Castle
Twenty-six — Hills
Twenty-seven — Sea
Twenty-eight — Pennsylvania — U.S. Route 30, West
Twenty-nine — Laboratory
Thirty — Annau
Thirty-one — Back Road
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Thirty-two — Laboratory
Thirty-three — Museum
Thirty-four — Lab
Thirty-five — Undersea World
Thirty-six — Sidewise in Time
Thirty-seven — Lab
Thirty-eight — Central Bureaucracy — Ministry of Pain
Thirty-nine — Chamberlain’s Quarters
Forty — Westmoreland County, PA.
Forty-one — Sheila’s World
One
On the Approach Path to Greater Pittsburgh International
Airport
Gene Ferraro heard the groan of servomechanisms, looked out the window of the Lockheed 1011, and
saw the plane’s flaps slide down and lock into place. The sound of whooshing air got louder and the
engines revved up and whined, providing more thrust to compensate for increased drag.
Below, the ground was still shrouded in haze, but occasional features began to appear: here a sprawling
shopping complex, there the winding ribbon of a freeway. Gene turned from the window, sat back, and
sighed. The stewardess came by, whisked away his empty coffee cup, and hurried off on her rounds.
Gene pushed up on the serving tray in front of him and locked it back into place. Presently the “No
Smoking” and “Fasten Seat Belts” lights came on. The first directive didn’t apply, but Gene obeyed the
second.
He looked out the window again. Everything suddenly whited out as the plane plunged through low
cloud, but shortly things cleared again and the ground reappeared, now a little closer.
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Everything seemed fine. He was glad to be back home, even though he had enjoyed his stay in southern
California. Los Angeles was … well, a different world, all sun and surf and blond leggy women. Glitzy
as hell, daubed in Technicolor shades. Everywhere palm trees and tangled freeways and pastel stucco
houses with orange Spanish tile roofs. Also smog, and lots of crazy people. And automobiles, lots and
lots of those. Who had said that California had the most of everything and the best of nothing? It was
true, Gene thought, but there is something to be said for sheer quantity. He had liked the place, but had
had enough after two weeks. He’d bade goodbye to Linda Barclay and took the first nonstop flight out.
Linda wanted to spend more time with her mother before going back to Perilous.
And after dutifully visiting with his own folks, that’s exactly where he was going: Castle Perilous.
It no longer seemed like a dream to him — the castle, that is. He had long come to accept Castle Perilous
as reality. It was either that or the most elaborate and convincing shared hallucination in medical history.
But Gene could no longer regard the latter case as anything but the remotest improbability. The castle
was real; it was an actual, physical place, made of cold hard stone. He had bumped his head against it on
occasion. It had hurt.
A dream castle carved of adamantine rock … and energized by the stuff of magic, also undeniably real.
Magic oozed from every crack and crevice in the place, lay pulsing in every stone. Castle Perilous was a
magical construct, its existence maintained from second to second by a spell laid long ago, as legend had
it, on a great demon called Ramthonodox….
He had a sudden urge to urinate and suppressed it. Damn he thought. One drink too many. But it was
only two vodka and tonics, wasn’t it? Surely, that wasn’t enough to —
The urge soon turned into an immediate and crying need. Cursing his kidneys for picking such an
inconvenient time to fail him, Gene unlatched his seat belt, got up, and made his way to the back of the
plane.
A stewardess blocked his way.
“Sir, where are you going?”
“The obvious place.”
“We’re going to be landing in just a few minutes, sir. You’ll have to wait.”
His bladder felt like a water balloon being squeeze. “Can’t.”
“Sir, you’ll have to! Passengers have to be strapped in for landing.”
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“But look —”
“Please, sir, it’s regulations!”
Gene exhaled. Then very quickly he said, “Voodoo. Who do? You do!” It came out as Vudoo-hudoo-
yudoo!
The phrase was an incantation for a general facilitation spell that Sheila had taught him, one of the very
few spells he had mastered, and the only one in his repertoire that was efficacious in this world, on
Earth. It was an all-purpose enchantment, one that simply increased the ease of performing any task or
solving any problem. Set up optimum conditions. Success depended heavily on the skill of the
enchanter. Unfortunately Gene was strictly an amateur in matters magical; but he tried hard.
“What did you say?” the stewardess asked, wincing as if from a sudden headache. She shook her head
once. “Did you —?”
“You were about to tell me that I could go if I get it done real quick and be back in my seat in a jiffy.”
She blinked. “Huh? Oh.” Vaguely puzzled, she nodded. “Uh, yeah. Go ahead. But hurry!
Feeling like the dam above Johnstown, Gene hurried.
Reaching the door, he found it had been locked — automatically, most likely, during takeoffs and
landings. He shoved a shoulder against it and pushed, to no avail.
Well, hell, it wasn’t a complete humiliation to let go in your breeches. Must have been something he ate,
or drank, or whatever.
Use the facilitation spell again? Nothing to lose.
He repeated the incantation and tried the door again. There seemed to be some give. He cast the spell
once more, trying to get some feeling into the recitation, even though doing so made him feel slightly
foolish. Gene knew he alone was to blame; he had come up with the silly phrase, a simple mnemonic.
Sheila had told him that the words actually didn’t matter, as all magic was mental. The words simply
focused the energy.
“Voodoo! — Who do? — You do!”
The door opened with a click and he stepped in. The urge vanished as soon as he closed the door, but
that didn’t surprise him as much as seeing that the rear bulkhead of the cubicle was missing, the curving
outline of the plane’s fuselage forming an oddly shaped doorway. Stranger still, the doorway led into a
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large stone-walled crypt. A young man dressed in medieval costume stood well away from the aperture,
facing it. He regarded Gene, then bowed deeply.
“Your Excellency,” the boy intoned.
Judging by the costume, Gene took him for a castle servant, specifically a page. Gene didn’t recognize
him.
“What the hell is going on?” Gene demanded.
The page bowed again. “Pardon the intrusion, Excellency. His Majesty wishes to speak with you
immediately on a matter of the greatest urgency.”
“He’s back? No kidding. How in the world did you wrangle the portal here?”
“I believe His Excellency the Royal Librarian effected the technical details, sir.”
“Is Osmirik around?”
“He waits without, sir. He also is most anxious to see you.”
“Sounds like a real emergency. Well, okay. But that stewardess out there is going to be mighty confused
when I don’t come out of here. She’ll think I pulled a D. W. Cooper.”
The page gave him a puzzled look. “Your pardon, sir. I do not quite take your meaning.”
“Forget it.” Gene made a motion to step over the toilet seat, which hadn’t disappeared. But he halted.
“Wait a minute. My father is supposed to meet me when I land.”
“I believe, sir, that a temporal adjustment will be made for you when your business is concluded.”
“Time travel again, huh? Last time we tried that little trick it took four hours of mumbo jumbo. Oh, well,
when duty calls …”
He straddled the commode and stepped into the room. The servant did not move closer.
Gene said, “Clever, that bit about making me think I was going to wet my pants. Was that Osmirik, or
did Sheila come up with it? Sounds like her style.”
“All will be explained shortly, sir.”
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Gene looked around. The only door to the place was in the far wall. He heard a pop, and turned in the
direction he had come from. The aperture had disappeared, and with it the privy of the L-1011. He was
now inside Castle Perilous. Or so he thought.
He turned to the servant and motioned toward the door. “Through there?”
The page gave no answer as he took two steps backward, his expression one of guarded expectation.
“What’s the problem?” Gene wanted to know. He started forward.
A rumbling sound issued from above. Gene looked up to see a wall sliding down from a slot that ran the
width of the ceiling.
“Damn!” Gene dashed forward but didn’t make it. The wall slammed down and cut him off, stranding
him in darkness and echoing silence.
Two
Queens
Through the open window, Jeremy Hochstader heard the telltale sound of a police radio and knew he
was about to get busted.
It wasn’t much of a sound, just the momentary blurt, the pop, of a transmitter being keyed, the kind of
static that might come from, say, a CB radio. But it had come from directly below the window, in the
narrow alley to the side of the apartment building where a vehicle could not squeeze. Therefore, the
noise had probably come from a walkie-talkie; which meant, probably, plainclothes cops; which meant
one was waiting at the bottom of the fire escape, blocking off Jeremy’s only avenue of retreat. Which
meant that in a few short moments, there would come the pounding of heavy fists again his apartment
door.
He was not normally paranoid. The sight of a squad car in front of the building would ordinarily be of no
concern. But Jeremy knew that Mark DiFilippo had been arrested. DiFilippo was Jeremy’s drug
connection, among other things. The charge had been simple possession, but Jeremy had heard that the
arrest had been carried out by Federal agents, and he was suspicious. Obviously they had DiFilippo on
bigger stuff. Obviously what had happened was this: DiFilippo had plea-bargained his way out of the
drug-dealing counts and had been arraigned on charges of computer crime: illegal use of interstate
telephone lines, diversion of monies from various bank accounts, illegal use of credit card numbers, and
other state-of-the-art, high-tech offenses, all perpetrated on the clutter of computers and peripheral
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equipment that lay about Jeremy’s fourth-floor walkup apartment. They were willing to go relatively
easy on DiFilippo to get the hacker. Him, Jeremy.
The evidence was everywhere. Floppy disks made precarious piles on desks, shelves, floors, even on the
refrigerator. Recorded on the disks was program after illegal program, some of which Jeremy had
written, some of which he had “downloaded” — stolen — and some of which he had copied with blithe
disregard for U.S. copyright law. But copyright infringement — even “willful infringement,” which
technically was a felony — was the least of his problems.
DiFilippo must have talked.
In fact, the pizza-faced little wop must have sung like Caruso. Told them everything. Handed over all
the account numbers, spilled everything about all the scams, the Trojan horse programs, the money-
market accounts — everything, all the dope.
Dope!
All this took a second to race through Jeremy’s mind when he heard the squawk from the
plainclothesman’s walkie-talkie. Leaping out of the chair, he rummaged through the debris on the coffee
table and came up with a small plastic bag half filled with white powder. He dashed to the bathroom,
emptied the bag’s contents into the bowl, flushed the commode. Then he rinsed out the bag and threw it
out the window.
At least there wouldn’t be any drug charges to load on top of the hacking rap….
Except for the marijuana. Which was … where?
Heart pounding, Jeremy rifled through the place but came up empty. It didn’t matter much; there was no
end of contraband strewn all over the joint, pills hiding in the mildewed depths of the sofa, uppers on
display in jars in the kitchen cabinets, downers clutched in the paws of dust bunnies under the bed.
Anything they would find would go straight to the lab and come back inevitably tagged: Illegal. Even
Jeremy didn’t know what all was lying about. He’d lived in this dump for two years and was the world’s
worst housekeeper. With a sickening feeling, he sat back down in front of the Macintosh and stared into
the blank, gray screen of the CRT. It looked as empty and as featureless as his life.
He did not pause to marvel at how he had arrived at the certain knowledge that cops would soon be
beating down his door. He had no need to look out the window and see the cop covering the fire escape.
Jeremy knew the cop was there.
A few floors below, heavy feet thumped up the stairs. There came the sound of gruff voices, and again
the fartlike sputter of walkie-talkies.
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So it all comes down to this, he thought. No matter how bright he was — and he was very, very bright,
always had been — it’s come down to a major felony rap, probably a conviction … and jail.
Jeremy did not want to go to jail. That fate he feared more than any other. He was young — only twenty-
three — slight of build, and possessed not one ounce of physical courage. In jail he would be dead meat.
They’d use him and abuse him and throw him away like a candy wrapper. At the very least he’d get
AIDS.
Jeremy didn’t think much of himself, for all that he knew he was one of the best hackers in the city. He
had been on the verge of becoming a successful freelance microcomputer systems consultant. He had
already done a few jobs for some small brokerage houses on Wall Street, mainly on the recommendation
of his uncle George, an independent stock analyst. But his age was a handicap, and so were his looks.
Jeremy looked about fifteen. He couldn’t go to work for a company. No sheepskin. He’d flunked out of
Columbia two years ago.
So when money got tight — and when Jeremy was into heavy speedballing, money got really tight — he
would fire up the Compaq (his favorite rig for modern work) and dump cash into his account with stolen
credit card numbers. DiFilippo had finally wondered where all the green stuff was coming from, and
threatened to shut Jeremy off if the information was not forthcoming.
“It’s gonna stop snowin’, Jeremy. Christmas ain’t gonna come this year. Unnerstand? Come on, tell
Santa where you’re getting the cash to pay for this stuff.”
Jeremy had told him, and DiFilippo wanted in. The rest was history.
I’m just another goddamn drug-abuse statistic, Jeremy thought ruefully. Just like in the TV public-
service spots. How dumb. How unoriginal.
I did drugs, and I lost my job, my wife, my kids….
Jeremy liked coke. The subject here is not soda pop. He had a pronounced affinity for the crystalline
alkaloid commonly processed from the dried leaves of the coca plant: cocaine. Coke, snow, nose candy
… (plug in the current sobriquet). He’d started out packing his beak with the stuff, snorting it, then had
graduated to freebasing and shooting the gunk into his veins along with some heroin to lubricate the
pipes. Speedballing made you feel loose and smooth and good — damn good. Speedballing was fun, as
long as you took it easy, watched your chemistry, and didn’t pull a John Belushi.
Well, he hadn’t, but he hadn’t been able to avoid one of the … like, real obvious pitfalls. The money
thing. Feeding the habit. No, he’d blundered into that one like a baby.
He was a baby, he guessed. Never grew up.
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