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A dream castle carved of adamantine rock … and energized by the stuff of magic, also undeniably real.
Magic oozed from every crack and crevice in the place, lay pulsing in every stone. Castle Perilous was a
magical construct, its existence maintained from second to second by a spell laid long ago, as legend had
it, on a great demon called Ramthonodox….

He had a sudden urge to urinate and suppressed it. Damn he thought. One drink too many. But it was
only two vodka and tonics, wasn’t it? Surely, that wasn’t enough to —

The urge soon turned into an immediate and crying need. Cursing his kidneys for picking such an
inconvenient time to fail him, Gene unlatched his seat belt, got up, and made his way to the back of the
plane.

A stewardess blocked his way.

“Sir, where are you going?”

“The obvious place.”

“We’re going to be landing in just a few minutes, sir. You’ll have to wait.”

His bladder felt like a water balloon being squeeze. “Can’t.”

“Sir, you’ll have to! Passengers have to be strapped in for landing.”


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“But look —”

“Please, sir, it’s regulations!”

Gene exhaled. Then very quickly he said, “Voodoo. Who do? You do!” It came out as Vudoo-hudoo-
yudoo!

The phrase was an incantation for a general facilitation spell that Sheila had taught him, one of the very
few spells he had mastered, and the only one in his repertoire that was efficacious in this world, on
Earth. It was an all-purpose enchantment, one that simply increased the ease of performing any task or
solving any problem. Set up optimum conditions. Success depended heavily on the skill of the
enchanter. Unfortunately Gene was strictly an amateur in matters magical; but he tried hard.

“What did you say?” the stewardess asked, wincing as if from a sudden headache. She shook her head
once. “Did you —?”

“You were about to tell me that I could go if I get it done real quick and be back in my seat in a jiffy.”

She blinked. “Huh? Oh.” Vaguely puzzled, she nodded. “Uh, yeah. Go ahead. But hurry!”