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“Only four possibilities now,” the witch said. “And nothing much to distinguish among<br />
them, at least no differences you’d be likely to know about, down to the level of<br />
whether a particular dog in India is alive or dead, whether a priest in Romania has<br />
syphilis or not. But four is good, and two of them are close together for your purposes,<br />
so I can give you a probably, a good stiff probably, but that’s the best you’re going to<br />
get from me today, understand?”<br />
“Yes,” Marla said. “Where will Mutex be?”<br />
“Golden Gate Park. The Japanese Tea Garden. Tomorrow, late afternoon, or evening. A<br />
difference of two or three hours, maybe, so go at the earliest, say three o’clock. You’ll<br />
probably get there in time, though as for what you’ll do with that time, well, it branches<br />
a hundred different ways, and there’s too many maybes between today and tomorrow,<br />
too many minor and major variations, for me to say for sure.”<br />
“You said that’s two of four possibilities. What are the others?”<br />
“In one of them, you’re too late. Mutex’s spell is done in the middle of the night, and<br />
destruction reigns, and you can’t stop it.”<br />
Marla nodded. She’d suspected as much. “And in the last possibility?”<br />
The Possible Witch’s eyes moved independently of her face, a few tiny lenses<br />
telescoping forward in a manner that seemed caught between the technology of a zoom<br />
lens and the biology of a snail’s eyestalk. “In that possibility, you’ll never get there at<br />
all, Marla. You know why. Your enemy in Felport, mumbling over her spell. It’s a<br />
question of whether she gets indigestion or not. She probably doesn’t, her spell<br />
probably isn’t delayed, so you’ll probably live. But if she eats the wrong bite of salmon,<br />
she’ll heave over the toilet, and the spell will be delayed, and you will be doomed.”<br />
Marla frowned. “Wait, if the spell is delayed, I’m doomed? That doesn’t make any<br />
sense! Delays are good, I’m desperate for her to be delayed!”<br />
The witch waved her hand. “You’ll understand soon enough. Just be prepared for the<br />
possibility of utter failure.”<br />
Marla nodded glumly.<br />
“Mutex is like a bulldozer,” the Possible Witch said. “He doesn’t let himself be<br />
deflected, and his course is remarkably straight and true, he moves right along in many<br />
a world. He’s got the dedication of true religion. I know where he’ll be anyway.”<br />
“I don’t suppose…is he right?” Marla asked. “About the old gods needing blood to keep<br />
the universe spinning?”<br />
“If he succeeds in calling up his god, and growing it to full size, he’ll be right,” the<br />
witch said. “His faith and his magic will make him be right, and the other gods he<br />
believes in will follow the Frog, appearing as quickly as he can spill blood to kindle and<br />
feed them. Just be glad you’re in a world where he’s trying to call up the Frog, and not<br />
in a world where he called up the Jaguar, and that over a year ago. I’m dead in most of