No Great Magic & The Big Time. Fritz Leiber

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       Fritz Leiber

      No Great Magic & The Big Time

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      2018 OK Publishing

      ISBN 978-80-272-4769-1

      Table of Contents

       The Big Time

       No Great Magic

      The Big Time

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Table of Contents

       Chapter 1. Enter Three Hussars

       Chapter 2. A Right-Hand Glove

       Chapter 3. Nine for a Party

       Chapter 4. Sos from Nowhere

       Chapter 5. Sid Insists on Ghostgirls

       Chapter 6. Crete Circa 1300 B.C.

       Chapter 7. Time to Think

       Chapter 8. A Place to Stand

       Chapter 9. A Locked Room

       Chapter 10. Motives and Opportunities

       Chapter 11. The Western Front, 1917

       Chapter 12. A Big Opportunity

       Chapter 13. The Tiger is Loose

       Chapter 14. "Now Will You Talk?"

       Chapter 15. Lord Spider

       Chapter 16. The Possibility-Binders

      Chapter 1.

       Enter Three Hussars

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      When shall we three meet again

       In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

      When the hurlyburly's done.

       When the battle's lost and won.

      —Macbeth

      My name is Greta Forzane. Twenty-nine and a party girl would describe me. I was born in Chicago, of Scandinavian parents, but now I operate chiefly outside space and time—not in Heaven or Hell, if there are such places, but not in the cosmos or universe you know either.

      I am not as romantically entrancing as the immortal film star who also bears my first name, but I have a rough-and-ready charm of my own. I need it, for my job is to nurse back to health and kid back to sanity Soldiers badly roughed up in the biggest war going. This war is the Change War, a war of time travelers—in fact, our private name for being in this war is being on the Big Time. Our Soldiers fight by going back to change the past, or even ahead to change the future, in ways to help our side win the final victory a billion or more years from now. A long killing business, believe me.

      You don't know about the Change War, but it's influencing your lives all the time and maybe you've had hints of it without realizing.

      Have you ever worried about your memory, because it doesn't seem to be bringing you exactly the same picture of the past from one day to the next? Have you ever been afraid that your personality was changing because of forces beyond your knowledge or control? Have you ever felt sure that sudden death was about to jump you from nowhere? Have you ever been scared of Ghosts—not the story-book kind, but the billions of beings who were once so real and strong it's hard to believe they'll just sleep harmlessly forever? Have you ever wondered about those things you may call devils or Demons—spirits able to range through all time and space, through the hot hearts of stars and the cold skeleton of space between the galaxies? Have you ever thought that the whole universe might be a crazy, mixed-up dream? If you have, you've had hints of the Change War.

      How I got recruited into the Change War, how it's conducted, what the two sides are, why you don't consciously know about it, what I really think about it—you'll learn in due course.

      The place outside the cosmos where I and my pals do our nursing job I simply call the Place. A lot of my nursing consists of amusing and humanizing Soldiers fresh back from raids into time. In fact, my formal title is Entertainer and I've got my silly side, as you'll find out.

      My pals are two other gals and three guys from quite an assortment of times and places. We're a pretty good team, and with Sid bossing, we run a pretty good Recuperation Station, though we have our family troubles. But most of our troubles come slamming into the Place with the beat-up Soldiers, who've generally just been going through hell and want to raise some of their own. As a matter of fact, it was three newly arrived Soldiers who started this thing I'm going to tell you about, this thing that showed me so much about myself and everything.

      When it started, I had been on the Big Time for a thousand sleeps and two thousand nightmares, and working in the Place for five hundred-one thousand. This two-nightmares routine every time you lay down your dizzy little head is rough, but you pretend to get used to it because being on the Big Time is supposed to be worth it.

      The Place is midway in size and atmosphere between a large nightclub where the Entertainers sleep in and a small Zeppelin hangar decorated for a party, though a Zeppelin is one thing we haven't had yet. You go out of the Place, but not often if you have any sense and if you are an Entertainer like me, into the cold light of a morning filled with anything from the earlier dinosaurs to the later spacemen, who look strangely similar except for size.

      Solely on doctor's orders, I have been on cosmic leave six times since coming to work at the Place, meaning I have had six brief vacations, if you care to call them that, for believe me they are busman's holidays, considering what goes on in the Place all the time. The last one I spent in Renaissance Rome, where I got a crush on Cesare Borgia, but I got over it. Vacations are