and Kay hardly said a word. He talked about orchids and gardening and video games, and even carried on a very Dr Pepperâhead debate about whether lightsabers were better than phasers.
They finally got home at eleven that night. Artie ambled out of the car and went to bed. He didnât wake the next day until almost two in the afternoon.
He went down to the kitchen, where Kay was studying the swordsmanship manual. Kynder was relaxing in the backyard.
Artie opened the fridge and stared into it, not sure what he wanted or even if he was hungry. Kay said, âThis sword book is nuts. Can I play with Cleomede later on?â
Artie shut the fridge and turned to his sister. âSure. Itâs in my room. How long you been up?â
âHours. Couldnât really sleep. Besides all the other weirdness, I couldnât get that Thumb dude out of my mind.â
âHeâs hard to forget.â
âNo doubt. So are you going to check out the game, like
Merlin said?â
âI guess so,â Artie answered. The long night of sleep had sapped Artieâs resolve a little. At the moment he didnât feel like a king of anything.
Artie sighed, stepped next to his sister, and looked at the swordsmanship book. It was full of illustrations in gold and silver that practically leaped off the page. He turned to his sister and asked, âKay, are you ready for all this?â
Her answer was swift. âYou know I am.â
Artie nodded and decided he better get ready again too. He went down to the game room, and started up Otherworld . His character, Nitwit the Gray, was still in Caladirthâs lair. Artie had no idea where to look, so he headed out the main exit of the cave, and there he found something he wasnât expecting at all.
Just past the cave openingâwhich had been in a snowy wood near the Vale of Gochâwas an arched, blinking electric sign that read âWelcome to the OTHERWORLD.â Beyond this was a pleasant country road bursting with the colors of late spring, not a snow-covered forest. In the middle of the road stood a suit of plate-mail armor.
The armorâs metal was as green as Nickelodeon slime, and airbrushed across the breastplate was a bough of holly crossing a battle-ax in front of a large evergreen tree. The visor was up and inside the helmet there wasâwell, there was nothing.
Nitwit took a few steps forward, and the suit raised a hand in salute. It spoke in a deep, echoing baritone.
âHello, good sir! My name is Bercilakâthough most call me Greenieâand I seek no battle, I assure you truly.â This was good news because Greenie wielded a battle-ax that was twice as menacing-looking as the one Artieâs character had. The armor continued, âAs the sign says, I am here to welcome you to the Otherworld! Now, please, to facilitate our meeting, affix your headset and speak through the microphone as if I were a comrade of yours playing this game over your âinternets.â Is that right?â
Artie was thunderstruck, but he did as he was told. When he was ready, he corrected Greenie, âUh, no, we call it the internet.â
âExcellent! My bad. That is what you say, yes?â
âYeah. Thatâs right.â
âExcellent again!â
Artie asked, âHow are you doing this? Where did all the snow go?â
âWell, Iâm not quite sure what youâre talking about, but I received a message yesterday that youâd be visiting so I hurried over here. This is where I was told to meet you.â
âWho told you? Merliââ
Greenie raised his hand and shook it violently. The suit of armor rattled and clanked. âTut-tut! Please, we try not to say that over here! At least, not yet!â
âSo, what, youâre really over there?â
âYes, and you are really over there! If you get my meaning. You know, since Iâm here and youâreââ
âYeah. I get it.
Rachel Haimowitz, Heidi Belleau