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Fiddlers Green is one of the first shorts I ever wrote. At least 45 years ago. The original was typed but became lost over the years. You may wonder why it took me decades to start again. Well apart from children and a wife there was my handwriting. I had a small notation on one of my efforts - from around year 9 - when the English teacher asked me to buy a new spider as he couldn't read the one I was using. Typing wasn't much better. I'm a fiddler. Meaning i go back almost immediately over my work. In practice I recall my first 'novel.' About 90 pages with strips of paper stapled on here and there on EVERY page.
Anyway. Kassi and the Dungeon is the first in a series - running in Schlok Magazine folks - about a post-apocalyptic space ark. I love Robert E. Howards Conan and so channelled my inner barbarian to produce a sort of sword and science combination.
Enjoy S
Fiddlers Green
For days the excitement in the village had built. Outliers from the troupe had passed through the village spreading the word that the Fiddlers Green were on their way. They came to play nearby. The legend was known throughout the wasteland of a troupe who brought hope to the people and more besides. No one knew where the legend had come from but until that day none in the village had really considered it more than a child’s tale; and now they were coming. Even the older men began to walk with some pride as if a weight had already been lifted from their shoulders; straightened by the news of the upcoming event.
The children were excited to the point of uncontrollability. They ran and shouted, weaving in and out of the adults paths and generally getting in everyone’s way. Only that the source of their enthusiasm was such an exceptional occurrence kept any of them from a clip behind an ear.
Many pestered their parents for information on the ‘Fiddlers Green’ and then huddled together; comparing notes and then running back to ask more questions. Who were they? Where did they come from? Why were they coming here to us? What were they? What was a ‘show’? What was a fiddle? The questions kept coming and wearily the adults tried to answer as best they could but even the eldest ones, those who came from before the desolation, could answer very little.
For in truth they were as awestruck as their children. The children at least accepted the sudden materialisation of legends from the stories; for the adults the crusted patina of life made such ideas absurd, ridiculous even. Their questions were more, How could this be? How can they even be real? Who are they really? Why are they coming here?
Fiddlers Green. A place of peace and merriment. A place of hope in the future; when death takes you from the dull greys and browns of this life to the next. Fiddlers Green. A band of people who bring a dawn to the wasteland about them. A people who bring life to the dead world. Fiddlers Green!
On the day of the concert the whole village was up early. What chores that were compulsory were finished swiftly and the whole villager - from the youngest to old Harold who swore he had seen a field of wheat once in his youth from ‘The Before’- set out to the concrete ring a mile or so east of them. The troupe had promised a concert that would last the day.
The elders of the village remembered the concrete when it had at least, mostly, stood towering above them. A series of on and off ramps spiralling outwards across the dun coloured landscape. Over the years most of it had collapsed and the few cars, some form of metal transport from before the war, had been taken and stripped. Now in its semi collapse the concrete formed a natural amphitheatre that could hold all the villagers.
Many arrived at first light even though it was understood that the troupe would not arrive until near noon. They gathered close to the ‘stage’, a large slab of concrete mostly horizontal, and let their children run and play amongst the ruins. As the watery sun climbed upwards and peered around dank clouds the villagers took out their scarce fare and called out for the youngsters to return. Their meal was of recycled food from tins scavenged and the paltry cereals grown in the thin, pallid soil.
After lunch a cry went up from some of the children as a thin, reedy, note pierced the air. It came from the south and the children on mass swarmed in that direction despite the worried calls of some of the parents. More notes followed and a lazy, winding tune began to float across the amphitheatre. Soon a stronger shout went up from the children and a line of caravans appeared over the horizon heading their way. Gaudy trucks their motors replaced by oxen.
Now a lone female voice could be heard rising above the tune and weaving in and out the ribbon of caravans threaded their way through the rubble and came to a stop alongside the amphitheatre. Almost with a flourish the doors were thrown open and a garish assortment of folk spilled out laughing and jostling. Immediately they were swamped by the children their shrieks even louder; if that was possible.
A man, his face more a mass of lines than individual characteristics, made his way onto the concrete slab. Silence fell unbidden across the space.
“Friends. Welcome.” His voice was smooth with a Midland burr softened by a melody of other accents. “We cume t’bring a little warmth into yer bleak lives. We ‘ave two Fiddlers of th’ Green for y’ and merriments that’ll delight y’ all. So, wiv neary a pause, let us begin our entertainments.” He bowed deeply and melted away leaving a young woman and two guitarists on the ‘stage’.
The young woman continued the song of summer before launching into ‘Good morning Weather Cock’ and then ‘Songs from the Wood’. As she sang others ambled onto the slab and the music became richer and deeper. When she slipped into ‘Sword of Light’ the two fiddlers stepped up and the crowd stood and roared its approval.
The music may have played all day, or it may have ended within an hour, no one was really sure; only that their throats were raw from singing and their feet sore from dancing and keeping time. The children hummed to themselves and pretended to play invisible fiddles or guitars. Some grabbed a large branch and between them fiddled or plucked or played the pipes. All that anyone could really remember of that day was the music that lifted them to another place.
The show then seemed to stretch through the night. People spoke of the heavens themselves sprinkling starlight in bright rainbow colours despite the dark. Some recalled a melody as sad and as happy as the sun and moon.
Early the next morning a handful of adults and children made their way to the site of the previous day’s concert. Already a number of caravans had set off and the remainder were on the brink of leaving. From one came the mournful sound of a fiddle. A lament that still managed to lift the heart. No one dared speak as it trundled away over the horizon moving northwards now.
The handful of villagers looked about. From the south, where the caravans had first appeared the dull brown earth was cut by a swathe of fresh green grass. The children ran through it beguiled; the adults stared at it in wonder. Before their eyes they could see it spread as fresh shoots pushed upwards through now dark, rich soil. The slab upon which the troupe had played was now split in two as a thick, verdant bush pushed itself skywards. Even as they watched small red berries began to emerge.
A number of grains began to sprout and reach skyward. A small tree almost seemed to unfurl itself and stretch upwards. Even the sun appeared fresh and strong. Along the path northwards where the troupe had just recently passed more fresh shoots began to poke out of soil now suddenly darker and richer. Fiddlers Green had come and wrought their miracle.
Kassi and the dungeon.
The dwarf shifted in the dim light, his milky white skin glistening with sweat. Pale eyes as bleached as his skin glanced across at the bodies of his brethren and a snarl escaped softly from thin lips. He was naked except for cotton trousers and hairless but for a sheen of white down across his scalp. His legs were thick and sinewy beneath a thickset body that stood almost four feet in height.
Kassi Seishin adjusted her sword and kept her own eyes upon the squat creature before her. She was a good two feet taller than the dwarf but down here where gravity was stronger the dwarf’s larger frame assisted him in ways her wiry build did not. Managing that extra weight was hard work and all the dwarf really had to do was be patient. He was adapted to this environment in ways that Kassi was not, besides her armour sat heavily on her. She paused; confident she would not need to wait long. Dwarfs were notoriously impatient.
As if on cue he leapt at her his metallic hammer swinging down and to her right. She caught it easily with the face of her shield and stepped back bringing her own weapon down in a vicious arc that barely missed the creature. A small line of pale dwarven blood, hardly noticeable against his smooth white skin, opened up and crystal rivulets mingled with his sweat. He muttered darkly and wiped a sweaty palm dry on his trousers before gripping his large hammer tighter. They circled each other as the sole flame flickered in the long corridor. A pearl of light fading into stygian blackness either side.
Kassi eyed the pale silvery blood as it mingled with the dwarfs sweat. Allegedly spiced dwarven blood taken with wine was considered a strong aphrodisiac and fetched a high price in the markets above. It strongly enhanced any number of physical sensations particularly those below the waist and made sex a lot more intense; so it was said. She considered briefly the chance of collecting some when her reverie was interrupted.
{Sex will be a lot less intense if you are dead Kassi.}The words intruded deep within her mind.
“Sebastian! Don’t break my concentration.” She muttered.
{What concentration? You’re thinking about hot dwarf-enhanced sex. Where is the concentration in that?}
“Sebastian!” She shouted, just as the dwarf lunged forward. She easily dodged his blow and slammed her shield into his side pushing him into the far wall with a sharp thud. There was heavy silence from Sebastian. “Thank you.”
She lifted her shield feeling its extra weight pull her right arm downwards. It had been a good steal, she considered; well worth the quick escape from Ornn and the consequent chase through Seven Fields. It was well balanced, unusually light and seemingly impervious to any sword. All hallmarks of an artefact from ‘The Beginning’. All it really needed was a ‘trey’ to power it. Hence their diversion down in this dungeon, the most likely place to find a ‘trey’. Seeking her brother could wait as they scoured down here for the multi-use black oblongs and of course – according to Sebastian - they were much less likely to meet a band of dwarves in the upper levels; or so they had thought. Still four were dead and their companion would be soon joining them in whatever heaven or hell dwarves believed in.
They may hunt in packs but cornered and alone they would fight on; as this one showed. He stumbled to his feet but, despite her weariness, Kassi felt confident. She stood her ground and raised her broad sword as the dwarf began its run towards her. They were strong and built like shit outhouses but a good blade could always kill; and Kassi was an excellent blades woman.
She shifted her weight onto her right foot and pivoted. He glanced off her shield hardly slowing as she swept her blade downwards and across his back. This time she felt more than a thin layer of skin under the blades edge. Sinews and even bones crunched and she felt the sword shudder momentarily. The dwarf fell forwards and skidded along the smooth flooring, his soft grunt echoing along the dark passageway. Kassi crept forward as he tried to push himself up, a hand fumbling for his hammer. She pushed her sword down into his back and rested it there for a second. The dwarf screamed, its echo filling the darkness. The effort had caused her to sweat under the thick plated leather armour and she brushed a few loose strands of hair from dark green eyes.
Her hair was black and straight, cut to shoulder length and left unadorned. Kassi’s arms and legs were long but muscular with flashes of olive skin peeping through the latticework of tough leather armour. Her face was angular but pretty. The armour she wore fitted her curves closely but no one could doubt the seriousness with which Kassi took her swordsmanship; this was no papery armour to enhance womanly curves – and expose sensuous curves of flesh - but rather solid, battle weary armour. Etched leather shin and arm pads hardened almost to the consistency of steel were tied securely in place; her breastplate woven with steel. The new shield from Ornn was now slung over her shoulder and the large broadsword sheathed at her right side. She bent over holding her knees and breathed in deeply. All she needed was a few minute to recuperate. A sound echoed from beyond the sphere of light and she glanced up trying to peer into the blackness of the corridor. Kassi lifted her holstered sword in readiness; holding it steady in front of her.
“Really! I was about to swoop in and rescue you.” The voice was low and dripping in sarcasm; sounding almost human despite its origin. “And instead I find a sword in my face?”
“A rescue? Ha! Just a thought Sebastian; but if you had skin I believe it would be yellow.” She replied.
A portion of the inky darkness high up on a far wall paled slightly and detached itself from the blackness, padding softly into the light. Although metal there was a dull sheen to his exterior and his eight limbs moved silently only the softest of sounds echoed as each leg deliberately found its place. Two multifaceted lenses gleamed in the dull torch light as the machines small ‘head’ turned to face Kassi. Sebastian swore that he had been built for ‘exterior work’ but the girl had never been able to comprehend what could possibly be ‘exterior’ to the world.
“Well I was not the one thinking about fucking.” He said his voice deep and velvety.
The girl sighed and ran a hand along the bulge of wires and articulate tubes that ran down Sebastian’s short neck. Despite what he said there appeared to be some form of feeling and he ached his back as if he had been a cat, a soft purr escaping from wherever his voice came.
She said. “Well I hope you were busy whilst I was clearing the corridor for you.”
Sebastian shook his head. “Of course but sorry; no such luck. There are no batteries nearby.”
Kassi looked at the creature puzzled. “Sometimes I find just understanding you a chore Sebastian.”
It was the machines turn to sigh. “I found no treys Kassi.”
“Perhaps deeper?” She asked.
“That would mean higher gravity and possibly more dwarfs.” Sebastian stated flatly.
“Gravity yes but perhaps not so the dwarfs. They prefer to cling close to the outer wall. This group may well be scouts of some sort.”
“Back at the Southern end of the pipe dwarves did indeed stay close to the surface.” Sebastian said. “But we ran into this bunch on level ten.”
“Eleven.” She corrected.
“Pardon me?”
“We dropped two levels to bypass the circulatory system remember.”
“Level ten or eleven. It does not really matter that much Kassi. Not if they are up this high. Besides the longer you’re under this higher gravity or the deeper you go, the heavier you will get; you’ll be at a disadvantage either way.” He lifted a leg and weaved a pattern in the air which the girl recognised as a ‘shrug’.
“That’s okay Sebastian. I hear I have a protector who will rush in and rescue me.” She laughed as the machine unfurled two extremities on the upraised arm and gesticulated at her.
“I have TWO rescuers?” She said in a laughing tone.
“Sarcasm is. . .”
“. . The lowest form of wit; I know; but how come it only ever applies to me and not to you?” She asked.
Sebastian sighed, loudly, but ignored her saying with concern in his voice. “Well three levels more and that’s it. If we don’t find any. . . treys by then we scarper okay?”
“As you wish.” She stood and caught her bearings then turned towards where the group of dwarfs had come at her; a doorway twenty feet down the corridor. The machine followed picking up the burning torch in a leg and causing the square cut of the corridor to fill with slabs of shadow, dancing back and forth in the spluttering flame.
Without a word they continued onwards. Kassi thought back to the day she had first met Sebastian; it was the day she first saw the demons. Creatures alive with sinew and flesh but deep red in colour and with only three fingers on each hand. Their skin scaly and ridged with protuberances; their eyes the yellow of the sunline. Each had stood a good two yards over her even though at seven she was one of the tallest girls in her village.
That had been a strange day; and now those self-same demons held her brother at the world’s northern end. She paused and tried to focus on the job at hand. Thinking on her family and their woes would not help down here within the deep dungeons. No! She needed to concentrate and be ready for possibly another group of dwarves. They descended a series of stairs edged by a metal railing. The blackness was complete but she could sense the depth these stairs dropped through. Possibly all the way to level 30 or even this fabled ‘exterior’ of Sebastian’s. Kassi felt gravity build almost imperceptibly. The air was still but from below there was an appreciable chill; air that had never seen the sunline. She recognised the numbering system still in use above ground.
“Sebastian?”
“Mmmm?” He said crawling along the wall all of his focus on the stygian blackness ahead of them.
“You know all these ancient runes; don’t you? I mean you say batteries instead of treys all the time; and all those other long dead words.”
“Hmmm.”
“This one I see a lot in dungeons such as these. What does it say? Is it some grave warning?”
She pointed to a tattered sheaf of laminate. A blue circle enclosed a plump white exclamation mark above a similarly coloured rectangle full of runes. Sebastian studied it carefully.
“Health and Safety. Probably the most insidious curse of all.” He replied with an air of ‘something’ in his voice.
“Really?”
“Yep. Ah’kis’ biggest curse.” She looked at him curiously. The psychic link they shared meant that even when not ‘connected’ she felt something of his emotions and now she thought she detected humour; but before she could say anything they came to two high wide doors. One was already ajar. From within light spilled out into the stairwell.
“Dwarves?” She asked.
“I doubt it. They are almost totally blind and spend all their time down at the lower levels, or at least they did so back home. Besides as I’ve told you many times; I’m rigged with biosensors that can pick up different molecules. I may not be as proficient as a dog but I can sense enough to know that there are no dwarf based odours coming from in there.”
Kassi understood enough of Sebastian’s archaic language NOT to ask him to explain – it was better to just nod and hope that what he meant did not involve the difference between life or death sometime soon. She said. “Possibly the cold drove them downwards back at Southend. They wear few clothes and it is pretty warm up top this far north. Conceivably they could venture higher in the dungeons?”
“A valid point Kassi, but probably not so relevant here. Warmth or not, dwarfs dislike light.”
They stepped through the doors and entered a high ceilinged cavern that appeared to stretch northwards indefinitely. A series of dim bulbs shone in four rows thirty feet up and vanished at a point possibly miles away. It was at least sixty yards wide. They paused allowing Kassi to regain a little of her vision after the dimness of the flaming torch.
There were similar doors across the vault and Kassi noted pairs of doors either side of the great hall about a hundred yards on and a further hundred yards after that. Other than the two of them the large hall appeared to be empty, although Kassi noticed a slight vibration through the concrete floor as if some heavy animal was nearby stomping about.
“Machinery.” Sebastian stated bluntly.
“I thought perhaps a giant.”
“In all of our adventures since leaving Brackenwood have you ever seen a giant?”
“They say that elves are taller than men.” She retorted.
“Taller does not a giant make.”
She was about to reply that actually the definition of a giant was its tallness when a pair of doors to their right slid open with a dull scrape of sound and something emerged from the shadows behind them.
Kassi drew her sword and swung her shield into place. Sebastian dodged to the left dropping the torch and darting into the shadows. Kassi watched as the thing closed in on her. It was big, reaching half as tall as the ceiling which meant that Sebastian’s ideas about giants may need to be updated. It was also fairly slow, or at least pretending to be so. She heard metal scrap against metal and as it moved there was the odd dull gleam of something hard and polished. Multiple legs skittered across the flooring and she saw at least three lenses snake out of the top of the thing each one eyeing her where she stood.
{A troll!? Underground? I thought they were creatures found above?}
{Perhaps thinking is not what we need to be focused upon just now.} Sebastian said hurriedly.
{It appears to be in no haste to reach us.} Kassi replied hopefully.
As if hearing her ‘speak’ the Troll picked up speed.
“You distract it while I see about disarming it.” Sebastian spoke from somewhere; Kassi could vaguely feel his presence, even the direction he was in but anything more specific was veiled.
“For once I would like to be the one who disarms things.” She whispered but knew exactly where her strengths lay. Dodging and slashing at things came easier than dismantling a troll. Even with no opposable thumb, (as he continually informed her), Sebastian was superb at finding just the right section of wire to cut through with his ‘fingers’. Kassi stepped forward and flexed her legs, standing on the balls of her feet in readiness. The troll moved faster and two rusting girders swung out from its back vicious hooks attached to both.
She waited until the last second and then dived out of the things way, rolling up onto her feet in an instance. Cutting across with her sword she felt it catch a leg and saw sparks and oil hang momentarily in the air. The troll slowed itself merely by slamming into the wall behind them. Perhaps if they stood each end of large hall they could wear it out by watching it slam itself to bits.
{That would take rather a long time I suspect. Its carapace looks to be tungsten.}
“It’s easing off the leg I hit so. . . .”
She ducked as one of the hooks swung close to her head on a long oil smeared chain.
{So it appears to want to keep you as far from them as it can.} Sebastian replied within her head.
Kassi hated sarcasm, or at least Sebastian’s. “So a good slash from another direction may help?”
{I have my ‘hands’ full up here Kassi; sorry lass.}
She glanced up to see Sabastian hanging from a second chain as it swung in an arc over the trolls ‘head’.
“Sebastian the wall.” She called out.
{I see it.} He dropped from the chain, twisting mid-air to land on all eight legs before dodging two of the troll’s large feet and sliding underneath its main body.
{A bit more distraction luv.}
Kassi shook her head silently then ran forward into view of one of the trolls snaking eyes. She feigned a left then darted right catching the creature off guard. The troll swung one of its legs laterally trying to catch her own legs and knock them from under her but Kassi jumped at the last second; managing to slash at some ancient jury-rigged tethers that held the leg together.
It fell momentarily to the ground with a satisfying crash just as she landed and rolled away under the thing. Sebastian was concentrating on a number of loose panels. She smiled to herself as he ‘said’ without turning to look at her. {I am NOT indecisive! If I cut into this thing willy-nilly there may be no usable batteries remaining. }
“There may be no usable us remaining.”
Three snake-like appendages cluttered around trying to feel for either of them.
{You make a valid point Kassi.} He slipped a single appendage into a small gap and pulled, metal scraping across metal. The plate buckled at first and then fell away noisily. Two of the arms stopped sweeping. The troll staggered up and took a few steps away before turning to face them; Sebastian hanging on to the things belly for all intents and purposes like a giant spider.
“Sebastian?” Kassi shouted.
He thrust his appendage in further and she could see his face light up from the circuits as they shorted. A smell of burnt plastic and wiring fanned outwards. Above her the troll continued to move.
“Back up treys?”
“More likely slow circuits. It has yet to realise it is dead.” Even as he spoke the troll’s movements slowed and he rolled out from underneath it as quickly as he could; just in case. The troll stopped moving although parts of it whirled and clanged. An arm snaked across the floor blindly and Kassi’ impression was that the behemoth was still somehow alive.
“Let’s get the treys quickly.” She said in a whisper, cautious of waking the thing.
“You’re preaching to the converted here luv. Let’s see. . . . There should be a bundle here.”
He ripped at a side panel tearing it open with his hardened ‘fingers’. Under a mass of wires and circuits she spied three black oblongs of polymer plastic.
Kassi’s more dexterous fingers detached them from the monster and she slipped two into her back pack. The third she slid into the casing in her shield; + against + and – against – just as Sebastian had taught her. A blue light momentarily flared over the shield before extending outwards. She felt an array of buttons beneath her fingers along the strap and wished they had more time to spend finding out what exactly the shield could do.
As though reading her mind – although she knew they were no longer ‘connected’ -Sebastian said. “Great. Now can we bugger off out of here please?”
They stepped back into the stairwell.
“All the way up?” She asked.
“Might as well. After bloody dwarfs and trolls nothing else can annoy us.”
“Demons?”
May I say that you are the only human who has seen these ‘demons’.” He said gently.
“You’ve seen them in my mind.” She replied quietly. “You know that they are real. They took Kaze.”
“And we will get your brother back.” Sebastian replied gently.
The stairs eventually opened up onto scrub land a mile from where they had first entered the dungeon. Karri looked towards Northend, still over four thousand miles away. She could see down the narrow pipe that it was night there and the moonline was already on; a pale hoary sliver of the sunline masked by distant clouds. Southwards the sunline was still strong and at Southend itself reflecting off the large mass of snow and ice that was steadily accumulating there; or so she imagined. Southend was almost a thousand miles distant and lost in sunline and clouds, its end most likely a dot for this distance. She and Sebastian had seemed to be travelling for months to reach only this far along the world pipe.
Overhead, at the central axis of the pipe world, the sunline was fading and she could now see further around the curve of Ah’kis as it sloped upwards and over. As the dimmer moonline faintly appeared lights were coming on in a village clockwise almost one hundred degrees from them and the woods surrounding it still caught the remains of the light. Even from ten miles away looking almost down at this angle they saw only the tops of the trees and a murmuration of starlings as they flowed like a dark cloud over the trees catching the late evening insects. Further still around the curve of the pipe the sunline obscured the opposite floor. It was a cloudless night.
Northwards moonlight caught the tall spires of Circle City, still six hundred miles away and partially hidden by a corkscrew of dull clouds. Beyond it Karris knew that the dark mass of the Ring Sea circled around and around the world a broad band of water almost a thousand miles across; and beyond that something akin to lightning arched across the sky at The Spike. Kassi breathed in deeply the spring scents of Hyacinths and lilac. She thought of her brother and the distance they still had to travel.
“Yes. We’ll find him.” She said.
The End