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;Where's the booze on this cruise?" and "We're right oot in the Styx noo!" and Roland climbed in with care, watching the ferryman suspiciously. The figure pulled on the big oar, and they set off with a creak and then, regrettably, and to the ferryman's disgust, to the sound of singing. More or less singing, that is, at every possible speed and tempo and with no regard at all for the tune: "Row row yer row boat boat boaty boat down boat stream boat merrily stream like a bird on the boa—" WILL YOU SHUT UP? "—bonny boat row stream stream boat boat row yer boat down the merrily stream row merrily merrily boat—" THIS IS HARDLY APPROPRIATE! "Down the boat boat down the merrily stream stream stream merrily merrily merrily merrily merrily merrily boat!"
"Mr. Anybody?" said Roland as they glided jerkily along. "Aye?"
"Why am I sitting next to a blue cheese with a bit of tartan wrapped around it?"
"Ah, that'd be Horace," said Rob Anybody. "He's Daft Wullie's pal. He's no' bein' a nuisance, is he?"
"No. But he's trying to sing!"
"Aye, all blue cheeses hum a bit."
"Mnamnam mnam mnamnam," sang Horace. The boat bumped against the far bank, and the ferryman stepped ashore quickly. Rob Anybody scrambled up Roland's ragged chain-mail sleeve and whispered: "When I gi'e ye the word, run for it!"
"But I can pay the ferryman. I have the money," said Roland, patting his pocket. "You whut?" said the Feegle, as if this were some strange and dangerous idea. "I have the money," Roland repeated. "Two pennies is the rate to cross the River of the Dead. It's an old tradition. Two pennies to put on the eyes of the dead, to pay the ferryman."
"Whut a clever man ye are, to be sure," said Rob as Roland dropped two copper coins into the ferryman's bony hand. "An' did ye no' think tae bring four pennies?"
"The book just said the dead take two," said Roland. "Aye, mebbe they do," Rob agreed, "but that's 'cuz the deid dinna expect tae be comin' back!" Roland looked back across the dark river. Flashes of orange light were thick on the bank they'd left. "Mr. Anybody, I was once a prisoner of the Queen of Fairyland."
"Aye, I ken that."
"It was for a year in this world, but it only seemed like a few days there…except that the weeks passed like centuries. It was so…dull, I could hardly remember anything after a while. Not my name, not the feel of sunshine, not the taste of real food."
"Aye, we ken that—we helped tae rescue ye. Ye niver say thanks, but ye wuz oot o' yer skull the whole time, so we didna take offense."
"Then allow me to thank you now, Mr. Anybody."
"Dinna mention it. Anytime. Happy tae oblige."
"She had pets that fed you dreams until you died of hunger. I hate things that try to take away what you are. I want to kill those things, Mr. Anybody. I want to kill all of them. When you take away memories, you take away the person. Everything they are."
"'Tis a fine ambition ye've got there," said Rob. "But we ha' got a wee job tae do, ye ken. Aw crivens, this is whut happens when things get sloppy an' bogles take over." There was a big pile of bones on the path. They were certainly animal bones, and the rotting collars and lengths of rusted chain were another clue. "Three big dogs?" said Roland. "One verra big dog wi' three heads," said Rob Anybody. "Verra popular in underworlds, that breed. Can bite right through a man's throat. Three times!" he added with relish. "But put three doggy biscuits in a row on the groond, an' the puir wee thing sits there strainin' an' whinin' all day. It's a wee laff, I'm tellin' ye!" He kicked at the bones. "Aye, time wuz when places like this had some pers'nality. Look, see what they've done here, too." Farther along the path was what was probably a demon. It had a horrible face, with so many fangs that some of them must have been just for show. There were wings, too, but they couldn't possibly have lifted it. It had found a piece of mirror, and every few seconds it took a peep into it and shuddered. "Mr. Anybody," said Roland, "is there anything down here that this sword I'm carrying could kill?"
"Ah, no. No' kill," said Rob Anybody. "No' bogles. No' as such. It's no' a magic sword, see?"
"Then why am I dragging it along?"
"'Cuz ye are a Hero. Who ever heard o'a Hero wi'oot a sword?" Roland tugged the sword out of its scabbard. It was heavy and not at all like the flying, darting silver thing that he'd imagined in front of the mirror. It was more like a metal club with an edge. He gripped it in both hands and managed to hurl it out into the middle of the slow, dark river. Just before it hit the water, a white arm rose and caught it. The hand waved the sword a couple of times and then disappeared with it under the water. "Was that supposed to happen?" he asked. "A man throwin' his sword awa'?" yelled Rob. "No! Ye're no' supposed tae bung a guid sword intae the drinkie!"
"No, I mean the hand," said Roland. "It just—"
"Ach, they turn up sometimes." Rob Anybody waved a hand as if midstream underwater sword jugglers were an everyday occurrence. "But ye've got no weapon noo!"
"You said swords can't hurt bogles!"
"Aye, but it's the look o' the thing, okay?" said Rob, hurrying on. "But not having a sword should make me more heroic, right?" said Roland, as the rest of the Feegles trotted after them. "Technic'ly, aye," said Rob Anybody reluctantly. "But mebbe also more deid."
"Besides, I have a Plan," said Roland. "Ye have a Plan?" said Rob. "Yes. I mean aye."
"Writted doon?"
"I've only just thought of—" Roland stopped. The ever-shifting shadows had parted, and a big cave lay ahead. In the center of it, surrounding what looked like a rock slab, was a dim yellow glow. There was a small figure lying on the slab. "Here we are," said Rob Anybody. "That wasna so bad, aye?" Roland blinked. Hundreds of bogles were clustered around the slab, but at a distance, as if they were not keen on going any closer. "I can see…someone lying down," he said. "That's Summer herself," said Rob. "We have tae be canny aboot this."
"Canny?"
"Like…careful," said Rob helpfully. "Goddesses can be a wee bit tricky. Verra image conscious."
"Don't we just…you know, grab her and run?" said Roland. "Oh, aye, we'll end up doin' somethin' like that," said Rob. "But you, mister, will have tae be the one tae kiss her first. You okay wi' that?" Roland looked a bit strained, but he said: "Yes…er, fine."
