A World Without Heroes
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The loremaster shrugged.
“You know the combination, don’t you? What kind of librarian would be totally locked out of part of his own building?”
“Would you care to sample a bubblefruit hybrid I produced?”
“I repeat my question.”
The loremaster held up one of the oblong, translucent fruits Jason had noticed in the atrium. “The pure bubblefruit is virtually invisible. I mixed this one with a qualine. It tastes rather pleasant.”
“I’ll stay here beyond tomorrow if you tell me the combination.”
The loremaster raised his eyebrows. “If you were to trespass in the upper level, I would have to throw you out. If that is your design, I would prefer you depart at once.”
Jason had lost interest in eating. The loremaster took a bite.
“You don’t need to give it to me,” Jason said with all the nonchalance he could muster. “Just tell me how to get the combination. A little clue. I’m only curious about the door. I’ve never seen a lock like that one.”
The loremaster eyed him uncertainly. “A sudden interest in locks, is it? Very well, if you are determined. I have offered ample warning. A book called The Life I Have Known may contain a clue.”
“How do I find the book?”
“I’ll have it delivered to your room.”
Jason returned to his food. He bit into the bubblefruit hybrid. The inside was syrupy, but sweet and good. Greenish fluid dribbled down his chin. He finished with a slice of blue root pie.
Afterward, while Hermie cleaned up, the loremaster escorted Jason to a bedroom. The austere chamber contrasted with the lavish architecture prominent elsewhere in the building. A small cot, a stool, a simple table, and a dresser topped with a laving basin were the only furnishings. Bare walls, bare floor, no windows.
Once he was alone, Jason blew out his single fat candle, plunging the room into darkness. Somewhere far off he heard the faint jingle of a bell. Taking a seat on his cot, Jason got out his cell phone, the glow from the screen pushing back the darkness. He reread his messages. The battery was nearly dead.
Jason wished Matt or Tim were with him. They had been his best friends for years. Matt was the most loyal person Jason had ever met, and Tim was hilarious. If they were here, Jason doubted he would feel scared.
But they weren’t here. Nobody was here. He wondered if Matt and Tim would blame themselves for his disappearance. They would probably assume the blow from the baseball had given him a brain clot or something. He imagined them searching for his body. He wished he could somehow tell them that he was alive. He wished he could hop on his bike and meet up with them, maybe catch a movie, or throw a ball around, or organize a homerun derby.
Someone knocked softly on his door.
“Come in,” Jason said.
Holding a candle, Hermie entered and shut the door. After setting the candle down, he sat on the floor. “Weird light,” the boy commented. “Do you dabble in Edomic?”
Jason glanced at his cell phone. “It’s from the Beyond. It won’t last much longer.”
“Thanks for not saying anything about the river. I didn’t have permission to be there.”
“No problem,” Jason said.
“What were you thinking, shooting an arrow at the raft?”
“Going off the waterfall seemed like a bad idea. I wanted to rescue them.”
The boy huffed. “Are you trying to be some kind of hero? Is that why you’re poking around the upper level?”
“I’m no hero,” Jason assured him. “I just want to get home.”
“Want to get to Harthenham, I’ll bet.”
“What’s that?”
Hermie folded his arms. “Come on, you’re really going to pretend you don’t know.”
“I really have no clue.”
The cell phone died.
“There went your light,” Hermie said.
“That was all the juice in the battery. Do you know how to get into the upper level?”
Hermie snorted. “I’m smart enough to stay away. I just help clean up around here and run errands. Here is that book you wanted.” He held out a thin book bound in creamy leather entitled The Life I Have Known and Other Stories. “You’d have to be a little thick to miss the clue.”
Jason accepted the book. “Thanks. Why not save me time and show me the hint?”
He held up both hands. “I’m not a part of this. The dog can help you get around. Anyhow, thanks for not mentioning how we met before. I could get in trouble. I’ll keep quiet about you shooting folks with arrows.”
“Fair enough.”
Hermie picked up his candle and went to the door. “Get some sleep.” He slipped out without waiting for a reply.
Jason was left in darkness.
He had hoped Hermie might help him. It would be nice to have a friend. But the boy had only seemed concerned with making sure Jason would keep their previous encounter confidential.
Jason reclined on his cot. This would be his second consecutive night in an alternate reality. Thanks to the loremaster, at least he now had reason to believe others had crossed over from his world to this one. That gave him a little hope that somewhere, somebody might know how he could get back. With luck the answer might be nearby, waiting behind the forbidden door.
Back home his parents would have called the hospitals and notified the police by now. He might even be on the news! They would probably search for him all over the zoo—the last place he’d been seen. He wondered if any evidence would implicate the hippo.
CHAPTER 3
THE WORD
Jason awoke the next morning in darkness. Rolling over, he saw a line of flickering light at the base of the door. He fumbled out of bed, splashed his face with water, ran his fingers through his hair, grabbed the book, and left the room. A guttering lamp in the hallway accounted for the unsteady illumination.
The big white dog lay outside the door. It rose and guided him to breakfast.
“Good day to you,” greeted the loremaster.
“Good morning.”
“I see Hermie brought you The Life I Have Known. Help yourself to some food. I’m off to man the front desk.”
“What’s the dog called?” Jason asked.
“Feraclestinius Androbrelium Pathershin the Seventh.”
“No, I meant his entire name.”
“To abbreviate, I call him Feracles. Come by if you need anything.”
The loremaster left. Jason drank a hot black beverage, which didn’t smell much like coffee. At first the drink was unbearably bitter, but sweetened with plenty of sugar it became palatable. Messy pieces of dripping fruit and a small bowl of really crunchy nuts completed the meal.
“You know the combination, don’t you? What kind of librarian would be totally locked out of part of his own building?”
“Would you care to sample a bubblefruit hybrid I produced?”
“I repeat my question.”
The loremaster held up one of the oblong, translucent fruits Jason had noticed in the atrium. “The pure bubblefruit is virtually invisible. I mixed this one with a qualine. It tastes rather pleasant.”
“I’ll stay here beyond tomorrow if you tell me the combination.”
The loremaster raised his eyebrows. “If you were to trespass in the upper level, I would have to throw you out. If that is your design, I would prefer you depart at once.”
Jason had lost interest in eating. The loremaster took a bite.
“You don’t need to give it to me,” Jason said with all the nonchalance he could muster. “Just tell me how to get the combination. A little clue. I’m only curious about the door. I’ve never seen a lock like that one.”
The loremaster eyed him uncertainly. “A sudden interest in locks, is it? Very well, if you are determined. I have offered ample warning. A book called The Life I Have Known may contain a clue.”
“How do I find the book?”
“I’ll have it delivered to your room.”
Jason returned to his food. He bit into the bubblefruit hybrid. The inside was syrupy, but sweet and good. Greenish fluid dribbled down his chin. He finished with a slice of blue root pie.
Afterward, while Hermie cleaned up, the loremaster escorted Jason to a bedroom. The austere chamber contrasted with the lavish architecture prominent elsewhere in the building. A small cot, a stool, a simple table, and a dresser topped with a laving basin were the only furnishings. Bare walls, bare floor, no windows.
Once he was alone, Jason blew out his single fat candle, plunging the room into darkness. Somewhere far off he heard the faint jingle of a bell. Taking a seat on his cot, Jason got out his cell phone, the glow from the screen pushing back the darkness. He reread his messages. The battery was nearly dead.
Jason wished Matt or Tim were with him. They had been his best friends for years. Matt was the most loyal person Jason had ever met, and Tim was hilarious. If they were here, Jason doubted he would feel scared.
But they weren’t here. Nobody was here. He wondered if Matt and Tim would blame themselves for his disappearance. They would probably assume the blow from the baseball had given him a brain clot or something. He imagined them searching for his body. He wished he could somehow tell them that he was alive. He wished he could hop on his bike and meet up with them, maybe catch a movie, or throw a ball around, or organize a homerun derby.
Someone knocked softly on his door.
“Come in,” Jason said.
Holding a candle, Hermie entered and shut the door. After setting the candle down, he sat on the floor. “Weird light,” the boy commented. “Do you dabble in Edomic?”
Jason glanced at his cell phone. “It’s from the Beyond. It won’t last much longer.”
“Thanks for not saying anything about the river. I didn’t have permission to be there.”
“No problem,” Jason said.
“What were you thinking, shooting an arrow at the raft?”
“Going off the waterfall seemed like a bad idea. I wanted to rescue them.”
The boy huffed. “Are you trying to be some kind of hero? Is that why you’re poking around the upper level?”
“I’m no hero,” Jason assured him. “I just want to get home.”
“Want to get to Harthenham, I’ll bet.”
“What’s that?”
Hermie folded his arms. “Come on, you’re really going to pretend you don’t know.”
“I really have no clue.”
The cell phone died.
“There went your light,” Hermie said.
“That was all the juice in the battery. Do you know how to get into the upper level?”
Hermie snorted. “I’m smart enough to stay away. I just help clean up around here and run errands. Here is that book you wanted.” He held out a thin book bound in creamy leather entitled The Life I Have Known and Other Stories. “You’d have to be a little thick to miss the clue.”
Jason accepted the book. “Thanks. Why not save me time and show me the hint?”
He held up both hands. “I’m not a part of this. The dog can help you get around. Anyhow, thanks for not mentioning how we met before. I could get in trouble. I’ll keep quiet about you shooting folks with arrows.”
“Fair enough.”
Hermie picked up his candle and went to the door. “Get some sleep.” He slipped out without waiting for a reply.
Jason was left in darkness.
He had hoped Hermie might help him. It would be nice to have a friend. But the boy had only seemed concerned with making sure Jason would keep their previous encounter confidential.
Jason reclined on his cot. This would be his second consecutive night in an alternate reality. Thanks to the loremaster, at least he now had reason to believe others had crossed over from his world to this one. That gave him a little hope that somewhere, somebody might know how he could get back. With luck the answer might be nearby, waiting behind the forbidden door.
Back home his parents would have called the hospitals and notified the police by now. He might even be on the news! They would probably search for him all over the zoo—the last place he’d been seen. He wondered if any evidence would implicate the hippo.
CHAPTER 3
THE WORD
Jason awoke the next morning in darkness. Rolling over, he saw a line of flickering light at the base of the door. He fumbled out of bed, splashed his face with water, ran his fingers through his hair, grabbed the book, and left the room. A guttering lamp in the hallway accounted for the unsteady illumination.
The big white dog lay outside the door. It rose and guided him to breakfast.
“Good day to you,” greeted the loremaster.
“Good morning.”
“I see Hermie brought you The Life I Have Known. Help yourself to some food. I’m off to man the front desk.”
“What’s the dog called?” Jason asked.
“Feraclestinius Androbrelium Pathershin the Seventh.”
“No, I meant his entire name.”
“To abbreviate, I call him Feracles. Come by if you need anything.”
The loremaster left. Jason drank a hot black beverage, which didn’t smell much like coffee. At first the drink was unbearably bitter, but sweetened with plenty of sugar it became palatable. Messy pieces of dripping fruit and a small bowl of really crunchy nuts completed the meal.
