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"Yeah, but I'm not much of a find. "
"You're an ass," she said, and she walked into his arms and kissed him. After a long time, Charlie looked around. The squirrel people were all looking up at them.
"What are they doing here?"
"They're going with you. "
"No. It's too risky. "
"Then it's too risky for you, too. You don't even know what could be down there - this thing that broke into your store wasn't one of the Morrigan. "
"I'm not going to be afraid, Audrey. There might be a hundred different demons, but The Book of the Dead is right, they are only keeping us from our path. I think these things exist for the same reason I was chosen to do this, because of fear. I was afraid to live, so I became Death. Their power is our fear of death. I'm not afraid. And I'm not taking the squirrel people. "
"They know the way. And besides, they're fourteen inches tall, what do they have to live for?"
"Hey," said a Beefeater guard whose head was the skull of a bobcat.
"Did he say something?" Charlie asked.
"One of my experimental voice boxes. "
"It's a little squeaky. "
"Hey!"
"Sorry, uh, Beef," Charlie said. The creatures seemed resolute. "Onward, then!"
Charlie ran down the hall so he wouldn't have to say good-bye again. Ten yards behind him marched a small army of nightmare creatures, put together from the parts of a hundred different animals. It just so happened that at the time they were reaching the staircase, Mrs. Ling came downstairs to see what all the commotion had been about, and the entire army stopped in the stairway and looked up at her.
Mrs. Ling was, and had always been, a Buddhist, and so she was a firm believer in the concept of karma, and that those lessons you did not learn would continually be presented to you until you learned them, or your soul could never evolve to the next level. That afternoon, as the Forces of Light were about to engage the Forces of Darkness for dominion over the world, Mrs. Ling, staring into the blank eyes of the squirrel people, had her own epiphany, and she never again ate meat, of any kind. Her first act of atonement was an offering to those she felt she had wronged.
"You want snack?" she said.
But the squirrel people marched on.
The Emperor saw the van pull up near the creek and a man in bright yellow motorcycle leathers climb out. The man reached back into the van and grabbed what looked like a shoulder holster with a sledgehammer in it, and slipped into the harness. If the context hadn't been so bizarre, the Emperor could have sworn it was his friend Charlie Asher, from the secondhand shop in North Beach, but Charlie? Here? With a gun? No.
Lazarus, who was not so dependent on his eyes for recognition, barked a greeting.
The man turned to them and waved. It was Charlie. He walked down to the creekbank across from them.
"Your Majesty," Charlie said.
"You seem upset, Charlie. Is something wrong?"
"No, no, I'm okay, I just had to take directions from a mute beaver in a fez to get here, it's unsettling. "
"Well, I can see how it would be," said the Emperor. "Nice ensemble, though, the leathers and the pistol. Not your usual sartorial splendor. "
"Well, no. I'm on a bit of a mission. Going to go into that culvert, find my way into the Underworld, and do battle with the Forces of Darkness. "
"Good for you. Good for you. Forces of Darkness seem to be on the rise in my city lately. "
"You noticed, then?"
The Emperor hung his head. "Yes, I'm afraid we've lost one of our troops to the fiends. "
"Bummer?"
