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.Incongruously, handsome oil paintings in carvedgold frames hung on the walls in between the gleamingly sharp crystal. How long have you been in here, gentlemen? Princess Leonora asked. Three days, madame. The princess shot Juele a meaningful glance, who toredown the one-way illusion covering the portal.Without another word, all ofthe men hurried out to freedom.Juele opened the corridor on the oppositewall. This is ridiculous, snarled the Continuitor, as he dodged fake spider websand plunging ravines thatJuele walked over casually. I do not like having things appear differentlyfrom the way they are. In some places it was harder to tell what was real and what was not.Illusionhid physical obstacles and placed imaginary ones where there were none.MasterBergold stumbled against an invisible wall that half-filled a doorway.Juele smashed an egg on it to warn anyone who might comebehind them.Corporal Lum politely held aside a curtain for the others to pass into thehallway beyond.The princess smiled at him as she walked by.Juele caught theflash of something silver.Captain Spar had seen it, too.He threw himself infront of the princess in time to save her from being chopped in half by arazor-sharp pendulum that swung down from the ceiling. What is that? Leonora asked. That was never there before. Juele studied itand the rows of swaying blades that filled the hallway beyond.The lightstruck miniature rainbows off the edges.No edge of real dreamstuff could behoned so perfectly. It s not there now, Your Highness, Juele said.She recognized the style ofillusion-crafting.It bore all the hallmarks of Erbatu s elegant but dangerouslines.Juele marked the first axe with a carefully thrown egg to prove itsunreality. You see? We can go through. It s too dangerous, Master Bergold said, with a frown on his round face. Idon t trust it.What if one of them is real? Your Highness, perhaps if youwould wait here? Certainly not, Leonora said. It s insubstantial.Juele said that it is.We ll all close our eyes.She will lead us. She took Juele s hand and reachedout to Roan.Mistress Carodil tied on an antiseptic-looking blindfold and tookhold of Master Roan s arm.Master Bergold screwed his eyes shut and formed aPage 187 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmllink between her and the disapproving Continuitors and guards behind.Juele led the train of blindfolded court officials through the shiftingshadows.She used her free hand to feel for obstructions.She flinched now andagain when one of the silver blades swished down, looking as though it wouldcut off her fingers.At the far end, she felt her way through a seeminglysolid wall.The hall of razors disappeared behind the more comfortableillusion of solid, brown wood panels, probably Corey s work.It had the markof his serenity on it.She stopped, and let everyone get their bearings. This is absurd, Minister Synton declared, opening his eyes. If all thingsare illusory, then there is nothing to fear.Let us get this charade overwith. He flung open the next door onto the roar of cars passing by.Juele gasped inrecognition. Hmph! Synton snorted at the rows of rushing automobiles and started through. No, Minister, don t! she shouted.Roan saw her alarm.His long stridescarried him to the Minister ofContinuity, pushing him to the side of the doorway before he could go in.Ahuge articulated truck rumbled past, ejecting black smoke into everyone sfaces. Wha-ha-hat was that? Synton gasped, picking himself up. Traffic, by Wimster, Juele said. They must have brought it over from themuseum.It s real dreamstuff, sir.You could have been flattened. You have an excellent visual memory, Roan said. It looked like any of adozen automobile nuisancesI ve seen in my life, not all of them substantial. It s an artist s gift, Master Bergold said, with a kind smile.Juelestraightened her back proudly and led on.She edged into the room around thefree-standing sculpture, making sure where the traffic vanished beforesignaling the others to follow.Juele saw movement as she came into the antechamber that preceded the throneroom.She knew it was the antechamber by the ornamental ceiling with theconstellations made of inlaid gemstones, but the walls looked like nothing,disappearing into infinity, except for the crowds of people who seemed to becoming toward them.She jumped, and the girl at the head of each group jumped.Juele crept closer to examine the phenomenon and found the walls werecompletely covered by mirrors. Where s the way out? asked the princess. Out.out.out.? said the multiple reflections. I don t know, Juele said.She felt in her art box. I ve only got one moreegg. Egg.egg.egg. She walked into the middle of the room, facing all the life-sized images ofherself that regarded all theothers with doubt.She was nervous.All these people were trusting her.So wasRutaro, whether he knew it or not.Juele weighed the egg in her hand.The illusion had to be the most perfect image.She looked at all the possibleJueles and chose the reflection in which she looked the most beautiful, talland mature.Yes, it had to be the one opposite her right hand. That one, said Master Roan, pointing over her shoulder, as she aimed theegg.Sklutch! The white blob with the yellow heart hung in the air like a bull s-eye. One.one.one. said his echo. That was right, Juele said, looking at the King s Investigator in surprise. How did you know? Look, he said, pointing to the mirror.She and the princess looked.Theillusionary egg hung on the insubstantial glass, but it still reflected thecontents of the room.Nothing seemed very much out of the ordinary, until shePage 188 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlnoticed Roan s reflection.It didn t look like him.He let out a sigh. Abeautiful dream. The princess squeezed his arm. I like you the way you are. Mmmph! grumbled Minister Synton.Bergold chuckled. Through here, Juele said.Behind the false mirror stood the grand doors of the throne room.Roan andBergold swung them wide, and they saw a solid wall of white stone. It s the School, Juele said.The royal chamber had expanded to contain it.Juele could see light coming out of the windows over her head.Were all theother students trapped inside? I think we can just squeeze around it. There was barely room to move around the edge.The School would have touchedthe walls if not for the protruding gargoyles, flying buttresses, and baywindows on the upper floors.Juele flattened herself and edged sideways to thecorner, with the tapestries and pedestals brushing past her back.Master Roanfollowed beside her, and Princess Leonora beside him.Beyond the second corner the room opened up where the royal dais prevented theSchool from expanding in that direction.All the furniture and works of artthat had been standing in the way were piled in heaps to the left and right ofthe high platform.The room was dark, except for a column of blinding whitelight that reached to the ceiling.Surrounding the finger of white was abroad, shallow caldera of spiky black.Juele popped out from between the stoneof the School wall and a gold-fringed tapestry for a better look and had tothrow up her arm against the brightness of a beam of red light that lancedtoward her.Master Roan pulled her down behind the nearest mound of expensivedebris.The red beam struck the wall above their head, etching a black lineinto the gold-inlaid panel [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.Incongruously, handsome oil paintings in carvedgold frames hung on the walls in between the gleamingly sharp crystal. How long have you been in here, gentlemen? Princess Leonora asked. Three days, madame. The princess shot Juele a meaningful glance, who toredown the one-way illusion covering the portal.Without another word, all ofthe men hurried out to freedom.Juele opened the corridor on the oppositewall. This is ridiculous, snarled the Continuitor, as he dodged fake spider websand plunging ravines thatJuele walked over casually. I do not like having things appear differentlyfrom the way they are. In some places it was harder to tell what was real and what was not.Illusionhid physical obstacles and placed imaginary ones where there were none.MasterBergold stumbled against an invisible wall that half-filled a doorway.Juele smashed an egg on it to warn anyone who might comebehind them.Corporal Lum politely held aside a curtain for the others to pass into thehallway beyond.The princess smiled at him as she walked by.Juele caught theflash of something silver.Captain Spar had seen it, too.He threw himself infront of the princess in time to save her from being chopped in half by arazor-sharp pendulum that swung down from the ceiling. What is that? Leonora asked. That was never there before. Juele studied itand the rows of swaying blades that filled the hallway beyond.The lightstruck miniature rainbows off the edges.No edge of real dreamstuff could behoned so perfectly. It s not there now, Your Highness, Juele said.She recognized the style ofillusion-crafting.It bore all the hallmarks of Erbatu s elegant but dangerouslines.Juele marked the first axe with a carefully thrown egg to prove itsunreality. You see? We can go through. It s too dangerous, Master Bergold said, with a frown on his round face. Idon t trust it.What if one of them is real? Your Highness, perhaps if youwould wait here? Certainly not, Leonora said. It s insubstantial.Juele said that it is.We ll all close our eyes.She will lead us. She took Juele s hand and reachedout to Roan.Mistress Carodil tied on an antiseptic-looking blindfold and tookhold of Master Roan s arm.Master Bergold screwed his eyes shut and formed aPage 187 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmllink between her and the disapproving Continuitors and guards behind.Juele led the train of blindfolded court officials through the shiftingshadows.She used her free hand to feel for obstructions.She flinched now andagain when one of the silver blades swished down, looking as though it wouldcut off her fingers.At the far end, she felt her way through a seeminglysolid wall.The hall of razors disappeared behind the more comfortableillusion of solid, brown wood panels, probably Corey s work.It had the markof his serenity on it.She stopped, and let everyone get their bearings. This is absurd, Minister Synton declared, opening his eyes. If all thingsare illusory, then there is nothing to fear.Let us get this charade overwith. He flung open the next door onto the roar of cars passing by.Juele gasped inrecognition. Hmph! Synton snorted at the rows of rushing automobiles and started through. No, Minister, don t! she shouted.Roan saw her alarm.His long stridescarried him to the Minister ofContinuity, pushing him to the side of the doorway before he could go in.Ahuge articulated truck rumbled past, ejecting black smoke into everyone sfaces. Wha-ha-hat was that? Synton gasped, picking himself up. Traffic, by Wimster, Juele said. They must have brought it over from themuseum.It s real dreamstuff, sir.You could have been flattened. You have an excellent visual memory, Roan said. It looked like any of adozen automobile nuisancesI ve seen in my life, not all of them substantial. It s an artist s gift, Master Bergold said, with a kind smile.Juelestraightened her back proudly and led on.She edged into the room around thefree-standing sculpture, making sure where the traffic vanished beforesignaling the others to follow.Juele saw movement as she came into the antechamber that preceded the throneroom.She knew it was the antechamber by the ornamental ceiling with theconstellations made of inlaid gemstones, but the walls looked like nothing,disappearing into infinity, except for the crowds of people who seemed to becoming toward them.She jumped, and the girl at the head of each group jumped.Juele crept closer to examine the phenomenon and found the walls werecompletely covered by mirrors. Where s the way out? asked the princess. Out.out.out.? said the multiple reflections. I don t know, Juele said.She felt in her art box. I ve only got one moreegg. Egg.egg.egg. She walked into the middle of the room, facing all the life-sized images ofherself that regarded all theothers with doubt.She was nervous.All these people were trusting her.So wasRutaro, whether he knew it or not.Juele weighed the egg in her hand.The illusion had to be the most perfect image.She looked at all the possibleJueles and chose the reflection in which she looked the most beautiful, talland mature.Yes, it had to be the one opposite her right hand. That one, said Master Roan, pointing over her shoulder, as she aimed theegg.Sklutch! The white blob with the yellow heart hung in the air like a bull s-eye. One.one.one. said his echo. That was right, Juele said, looking at the King s Investigator in surprise. How did you know? Look, he said, pointing to the mirror.She and the princess looked.Theillusionary egg hung on the insubstantial glass, but it still reflected thecontents of the room.Nothing seemed very much out of the ordinary, until shePage 188 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlnoticed Roan s reflection.It didn t look like him.He let out a sigh. Abeautiful dream. The princess squeezed his arm. I like you the way you are. Mmmph! grumbled Minister Synton.Bergold chuckled. Through here, Juele said.Behind the false mirror stood the grand doors of the throne room.Roan andBergold swung them wide, and they saw a solid wall of white stone. It s the School, Juele said.The royal chamber had expanded to contain it.Juele could see light coming out of the windows over her head.Were all theother students trapped inside? I think we can just squeeze around it. There was barely room to move around the edge.The School would have touchedthe walls if not for the protruding gargoyles, flying buttresses, and baywindows on the upper floors.Juele flattened herself and edged sideways to thecorner, with the tapestries and pedestals brushing past her back.Master Roanfollowed beside her, and Princess Leonora beside him.Beyond the second corner the room opened up where the royal dais prevented theSchool from expanding in that direction.All the furniture and works of artthat had been standing in the way were piled in heaps to the left and right ofthe high platform.The room was dark, except for a column of blinding whitelight that reached to the ceiling.Surrounding the finger of white was abroad, shallow caldera of spiky black.Juele popped out from between the stoneof the School wall and a gold-fringed tapestry for a better look and had tothrow up her arm against the brightness of a beam of red light that lancedtoward her.Master Roan pulled her down behind the nearest mound of expensivedebris.The red beam struck the wall above their head, etching a black lineinto the gold-inlaid panel [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]