Swords Against Wizardry by Fritz Leiber ...
Swords Against Wizardry by Fritz Leiber ...
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see the rest of the seats. On each of them was the same: a clean loincloth,<br />
somewhat crumpled as if it had been worn for a little while, and within the cloth<br />
that small heap of grayish powder.<br />
At the other end of the long table, one of the black counters, which had been<br />
standing on its edge, slowly rolled off the board of the thought-game and struck<br />
the floor with a tiny tick. It sounded to the Mouser rather like the last noise in the<br />
world.<br />
Very quietly he stood up and silently walked in his ratskin moccasins to the<br />
nearest archway, across which he had drawn thick curtains for the Great Spell.<br />
He was wondering just what the range of the spell had been, _where_ it had<br />
stopped, if it had stopped at all. Suppose, for instance, that Sheelba had<br />
underestimated its power and it disintegrated not only sorcerers, but...<br />
He paused in front of the curtain and gave one last over-the-shoulder glance.<br />
Then he shrugged, adjusted his swordbelt, and, grinning far more bravely than he<br />
felt, said to no one in particular, "But they assured me that they were the very<br />
greatest sorcerers."<br />
As he reached toward the curtain, heavy with embroidery, it wavered and<br />
shook. He froze, his heart leaping wildly. Then the curtains parted a little and<br />
there was thrust in the saucy face of Ivivis, wide-eyed with excited curiosity.<br />
"Did your Great Spell work, Mouser?" she asked him breathlessly.<br />
He let out his own breath in a sigh of relief. "You survived it, at all events," he<br />
said and reaching out pulled her against him. Her slim body pressing his felt very<br />
good. True, the presence of almost any living being would have been welcome to<br />
the Mouser at this moment, but that it should be Ivivis was a bonus he could not<br />
help but appreciate.<br />
"Dearest," he said sincerely, "I was feeling that I was perchance the last man<br />
on Earth. But now -- "<br />
"And acting as if I were the last girl, lost a year," she retorted tartly. "This is<br />
neither the place nor the time for amorous consolations and intimate<br />
pleasantries," she continued, half mistaking his motives and pushing back from<br />
him.<br />
"Did you slay Hasjarl's wizards?" she demanded, gazing up with some awe<br />
into his eyes.<br />
"I slew some sorcerers," the Mouser admitted judiciously. "Just how many is<br />
a moot question."<br />
"Where are Gwaay's?" she asked, looking past the Mouser at the empty<br />
chairs. "Did he take them all with him?"<br />
"Isn't Gwaay back from his father's funeral yet?" the Mouser countered,<br />
evading her question, but as she continued to look into his eyes, he added lightly,<br />
"His sorcerers are in some congenial spot -- I hope."<br />
Ivivis looked at him queerly, pushed past, hurried to the long table, and gazed<br />
up and down the chair seats.<br />
"Oh, _Mouser_!" she said reprovingly, but there was real awe in the gaze she<br />
shot him.<br />
He shrugged. "They swore to me they were of First Rank," he defended<br />
himself.<br />
"Not even a fingerbone or skullshard left," Ivivis said solemnly, peering<br />
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