Chapter 20

I dislike Dreams-the sort with a capital D D, full of portent and maybe even fiber, br.i.m.m.i.n.g with symbols and glowing sigils and mysterious choruses in the mist. The beings who arrange such nocturnal calls to one's noggin rarely have anything cheerful to say. And I suppose it makes sense. Supernatural beings are too busy to visit humans in their heads and speak unto them, "Congratulations. Upon your waking, you will get some." They have to say something weighty to make it worth the effort, so they drop bombs on you, announcing that you will be afflicted with sundry punishments for past transgressions, or you must journey far, far away to retrieve a Magic McThingie with which to slay the Dark Lord and save the village or world or galaxy. And, to be fair, they often imply that, should you succeed, you will get some. They just leave out the part that you will probably be too emotionally and physically maimed to enjoy it.

I was already feeling pretty maimed in both ways, so the beginning of a Dream immediately upon my collapse was a clue that my life would get worse before it got better. On the positive side, it meant I'd probably get to continue having a life. The figures in Dreams don't often bother with the soon-to-be-deceased.

I was no longer in a mixed c.o.c.ktail of my own blood and Bohemian vampire goo but rather hale and whole in a jungle immediately following an afternoon shower. Broad leaves dripped with moisture, and sweet, spicy oxygen filled my lungs. An animal noise of some sort directed my attention upward, and I spied a golden langur monkey pointing down at me from the canopy. The leaves diffused the sun and bathed the jungle floor in soft, dappled light and perhaps lent the monkey an expression of amus.e.m.e.nt. A rustling to my left tore my gaze away from him, and I took a step back when I saw the head of an elephant emerge from the foliage. I took another step back when I realized the elephant head wasn't attached to an elephant but rather the body of a man-a bare-chested man with four arms and an impressive belly. Underneath this, salwar pants of orange silk covered his legs until they ended at his sandaled feet. and Bohemian vampire goo but rather hale and whole in a jungle immediately following an afternoon shower. Broad leaves dripped with moisture, and sweet, spicy oxygen filled my lungs. An animal noise of some sort directed my attention upward, and I spied a golden langur monkey pointing down at me from the canopy. The leaves diffused the sun and bathed the jungle floor in soft, dappled light and perhaps lent the monkey an expression of amus.e.m.e.nt. A rustling to my left tore my gaze away from him, and I took a step back when I saw the head of an elephant emerge from the foliage. I took another step back when I realized the elephant head wasn't attached to an elephant but rather the body of a man-a bare-chested man with four arms and an impressive belly. Underneath this, salwar pants of orange silk covered his legs until they ended at his sandaled feet.

The elephant's trunk twitched and a tranquil voice with a Tamil accent purred at me, its eyes narrowed in curiosity. "Do you know me?"

"You look like Ganesha," I said. I used to sell busts of the Indian G.o.d at Third Eye Books and Herbs. Rebecca Dane probably still had some in stock.

"I am he. Lord of Obstacles." One of his tusks was missing. He placed one pair of hands on his hips and clasped the other pair in front of him in a prayerful att.i.tude.

"Fabulous to meet you," I said, trying to sound nonchalant about it. "Would there be any obstacles to me waking up right now so I could help my hound?"

A swish of leaves behind me was my only warning. I turned in time to see a s.h.a.ggy wreck of a man rap me on the skull with a yew staff. "Pay attention, Siodhachan!" he spat. "You're c.o.c.king it up again!"

"Ow! Archdruid?"

He disappeared into the jungle and Ganesha sighed heavily. "That was one of my colleagues. He is trying to be helpful by pulling an authority figure out of your mind and using it to direct your thoughts, but it is less than subtle. Please forgive us." be helpful by pulling an authority figure out of your mind and using it to direct your thoughts, but it is less than subtle. Please forgive us."

"Um," I said, rubbing my head gingerly, "I suppose. Who are we talking about, exactly? Or what?"

"We were speaking of obstacles."

"Right. At the risk of reigniting the wrath of my old archdruid, would there be any obstacles to us having a beer while we talk?"

Two cold, frosty flagons appeared in a couple of Ganesha's hands, and he offered one to me. "It is a Dream. I don't see why not." The beer was a hoppy pilsner with a crisp finish, and it tasted of trust and serenity and a love for learning. Ganesha's trunk sank into his flagon, and he drained the entire draught in one go. Elephants aren't supposed to be able to drink using their trunks, but Ganesha didn't care. He was a G.o.d, this was a Dream, and so he was going to suck down a beer through his trunk if he wanted. He ahh ahhed in satisfaction, and then the flagon simply disappeared.

"Refreshing," he said. I agreed that it was and then fell silent, waiting for Ganesha to speak. I might be hosting the party in my head, but he was throwing it, so I figured he should set the agenda if I wasn't going to be able to wake up soon.

"We would like to congratulate you on your recent death," Ganesha began.

"My faked one, I hope you mean?"

Ganesha gave a soft trumpet of amus.e.m.e.nt. "Yes."

"Thank you, I feel pretty good about that death."

"I was particularly amused by Indra's role in the affair."

"He doesn't know it was all a sham, does he?"

"No. He and the rest of the G.o.ds with, ah, shall we say, a lesser understanding were completely taken in.

However, I represent a number of others with a keener sight, and you have piqued our curiosity." However, I represent a number of others with a keener sight, and you have piqued our curiosity."

"May I ask who these others are?"

Ganesha chuckled. "Let us simply say that we are all employed in Human Services."

Oh, G.o.ds. I wouldn't be getting into a pun contest with these guys. I sensed other presences nearby in the jungle; they were out of sight but clearly not out of my mind. Whoever they were, they wished to remain anonymous for the moment. Perhaps they were the other Indian G.o.ds, but I suspected they were from other pantheons and Ganesha had somehow been elected spokesperson.

"And why are you curious?"

"We wish to know what you will do next regarding Hel."

"Can you not simply read my mind?"

"We could if you had made a decision yet." The elephant's mouth turned upward around the single tusk. "You have been otherwise occupied."

"You have a gift for understatement," I said. "So I a.s.sume you would prefer one course of action over another, and you would like me to commit to that course now?"

"A clever deduction," Ganesha observed.

"And if I would rather think about this later?"

"Then I would be forced to admit that this is a Dream from which you may never awaken."

"I see." Ganesha was the friendly face of a rather unfriendly ultimatum: Do what we say, mortal, or you're toast.

"Any advice you'd like to share with me right now? A helpful hint about what you and your cronies would like me to do?"

"We don't see the point," Ganesha admitted, somewhat sheepishly. He raised his hands, palms up, in a gesture of helplessness. "You have been given advice before-very good advice, I might add-and you ignored it. You were even advised not to get yourself involved in this vampire situation, and now look where you are. Unconscious and completely drained of magic with only the most tenuous grip on your life." of helplessness. "You have been given advice before-very good advice, I might add-and you ignored it. You were even advised not to get yourself involved in this vampire situation, and now look where you are. Unconscious and completely drained of magic with only the most tenuous grip on your life."

"Is my hound alive?"

"That is irrelevant," Ganesha said.

"It's relevant to me!"

Pain bloomed on the top of my head as the spectre of my archdruid returned to discipline me. "Pay attention, Siodhachan!" he shouted, and then added as he dove back into the jungle, "You're c.o.c.king it up again!"

"Gah! d.a.m.n it, that hurts! How do you do that?"

"Let us focus, please," Ganesha said, "and see if we cannot remove the obstacles to your continued existence."

Right. I could do that. "Allow me to start by saying that I am incredibly open to persuasion if you don't like my answer," I said.

"Understood." Ganesha tilted his head down in the barest of nods, and the tiny smile returned around his tusk.

"Right now I feel that, while Hel richly deserves a shank between the ribs on her hot side, I have seen more than enough of her and all the Norse for the time being. I have an apprentice to train and a friend in the hall-"

"So you will pursue her later?" Ganesha interrupted.

"Much later. Like, after Granuaile is a full Druid in her own right. The whole point of faking my death was to give myself the chance to train her. It would be silly to toss that away now. And, speaking of which, I hope you guys won't go blabbing to all your buddies that I'm only mostly mostly dead." dead."

Ganesha stared at me in silence for a few moments, and the jungle rustled with nervous energy. The G.o.ds, whoever they were, must have been conferring. and the jungle rustled with nervous energy. The G.o.ds, whoever they were, must have been conferring.

"That is satisfactory for now," Ganesha finally said. "We will be in touch. Farewell." He turned his back on me and strode into the jungle without giving me a chance to reply.

"Wait!" I shouted, chasing after him. Leaves sawed at my face and arms as I crashed into the undergrowth. "I have questions! How do I know this is real? What if it's just a dream with a lowercase d d? What if I change my mind about Hel tomorrow?" I stopped. Ganesha was gone, but I still felt presences in the jungle. I turned right and circled around to where I thought they were lurking. I felt them leave as I ran madly through the vegetation, yelling, "Why doesn't everyone use the metric system? What happened to all of the yeti? How come I've never seen my archdruid in Tir na nog? Could he be the Most Interesting Man in the World? Why aren't people from Trinidad and Tobago called Tobaggans? Do you know any Vogon poetry?"

I broke through into the tiny clearing where I'd first appeared. The golden langur monkey screeched and pointed at me. He looked like he was laughing. Then he abruptly vanished, no sound effects or anything. Perhaps he'd been the avatar of a G.o.d all along. Or maybe I was just waking up from the Dream.

Chapter 21

Hospitals are buildings of death and give me the fantods. Unlike a field of heather and a benevolent sun shining upon me, they do not give me the sense that the day will bring me joy; they give me the sense that the day will be my last, and I will die cut off from nature. Consequently, when I woke up in the Flagstaff hospital, I couldn't wait to get out.

Granuaile was there and restrained me with a hand on my chest.

"Lie back, sensei. You're okay."

"Oberon?" I asked, my voice tight.

"He's okay too. Well, he's not okay, but he's alive, anyway. Most of his ribs were shattered on the right side and his shoulder too."

The breath I'd been holding whooshed out of me in relief, and tears escaped from my eyes. "Thank the G.o.ds," I said, choked up. "I didn't want to lose him."

"I know," Granuaile said, and tears spilled down her face as well. "I didn't want to lose him either."

"What happened?" I asked. "I thought I was finished." I'm sure Granuaile hadn't seen any hint of the Dream on my face while I was unconscious. There had been no G.o.ds in the room with their fingers on a red b.u.t.ton. Only a traitor.

"When you collapsed, Leif healed up your neck with his little vampire tricks."

"What? How did he do that?" If it was a magical process, my amulet should have prevented him from doing anything to me. I checked to make sure my amulet was still around my neck, and of course it was. Perhaps the healing wasn't magical but rather a radical biological process.

"I didn't see exactly what he did. He squatted down next to you and his body blocked what he was doing-I was still in the hall with Oberon. But when he stood up, you weren't bleeding anymore-in fact, your neck looked perfect."

My fingers drifted up from my amulet and found no bandages, no scabs or puncture wounds.

"You were still out but not losing any more blood," she added, "and that allowed us time to get you over here."

"What about cops? That room was unholy."

"Leif just charmed anyone who came by to forget about it. Then he called up some ghouls to take care of the remains. They were already in town. He summoned them from Phoenix right after he called Zdenik to say he'd found the world's last Druid."

"He told you all this?"

"Yes." Her eyes drifted up, remembering. "He said he was dreadfully sorry that Oberon was hurt, and he hopes you'll be able to forgive him someday."

I shook my head. "That's not going to happen."

Granuaile nodded shortly to indicate she'd heard but then continued with the air of someone who had to recite their lines before they forgot them. "He also said you don't have to worry about him doing this again. He'll take care of the rest of the vampires by himself."

"Good. I want nothing more to do with him. Wait."

She was blinking rapidly and seemed disoriented. "Did he charm you to make you say all that?" She was blinking rapidly and seemed disoriented. "Did he charm you to make you say all that?"

My apprentice glanced down at my face, confusion in her eyes. "Say what?"

"That b.a.s.t.a.r.d! I'll unbind him on sight, just like any other vampire."

Granuaile looked as if she was going to say something more, but the scowl on my face must have made her reconsider. Before I could soften and ask her what she was going to say, a doctor wafted into the room like a cotton cloud cut in the shape of a lab coat, trailing two squat nurses in his wake. He had short, light brown hair and a pair of rimless gla.s.ses perched on his nose, over which he peered at me with what looked like suspicion.

"Ah, Mr. Collins. Feeling better, are we?"

I blinked at him, not recognizing my new name for a moment. "I'd like to go outside," I finally said.

"Oh-ho!" he exclaimed, a false gaiety coloring his tone. He tried to chuckle companionably, but it didn't endear him to me. "It's far too soon for that." The badge on his coat read O'Bryan O'Bryan. An unusual spelling for an Irish name. At another time and place I might have been interested in the history of it.

"We have to figure out what's going on with you first," the doctor said.

For the first time, I realized they had an IV in me, and little expensive boxes were beeping and compiling data on my vitals. I had no magic left whatsoever to speed my own healing, and a glance at the window indicated I was several floors above the earth. I was utterly at the mercy of the American health care system, and the thought made me shudder and the little expensive box beep faster. I clutched at Granuaile's hand as she tried to back off and make room for the doctor.

"Whoa. Calm down. What was that?" O'Bryan said.

"Vitamin D deficiency. Get me outside," I said.

"Miss, I'll need you to excuse us for a moment," one of the nurses said to Granuaile, and she tried to pull away again. I held on.

"She's not going anywhere," I grated, "unless it's outside with me!"

Dr. O'Bryan flicked his eyes at the nurse, telling her to back off and let Granuaile stay where she was for now.

"Perhaps we can arrange a trip outside a bit later," he said, "but I need to ask you some questions about your condition first, and we need to get you stabilized."

"I'm stable and conscious, Doctor, and of sound mind. I'll be checking out immediately. I refuse care. Get this IV out of my arm now."

The doctor's tone became patronizing. "Mr. Collins, we haven't even established your insurance information or a proper check-in yet-"

"There is no insurance information. All bills will be paid by the law firm of Magnusson and Hauk in Tempe, phone number 480-555-8675. I will wait here long enough for you to call them and confirm that they are financially responsible for my bill, but that's it. I'm out of here. Now, are you going to remove this IV or shall I?"

Granuaile proffered her cell phone to the doctor. "Here. You can call them."