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chocolate was more like wood. The cabin roof was piled with purple blueberry or black raspberry
flavor, Prior judged.
"After this, the climb gets rough," Prior said as they scraped rancid rind off their torsos. "This is higher
than most parties get, so it's no shame to turn back."
"I hear no white man's made it all the way up," Black said, with the accent on "white."
"I hear no man's made it up," Klo said, her accent on "man."
"Not to Stage Five, no," Prior admitted. "No human beings of any color or sex. The robots built that
stage, and a couple of them were lost in glaciers or something."
"I ain't even going to fuck, tonight," Black said grimly.
"Who asked you to?" Klo demanded. "You attract snakes."
"Save my great black godless strength to put beautiful black Black on the friggin' white pinnacle," he
finished, glowering at Prior. "First man to make it."
Prior laughed. "If we make it, you can step on the top first. You're the paying customer. I have other
plans."
"Yeah?" Black looked at him suspiciously. "What?"
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"I'm going to climb the Cherry Tree." It was safe to talk about it now; they wouldn't comprehend the
reference anyway, or care one way or the other.
"The Cherry Tree! You mean that's up there? On top of ol' Icecream? I changed my black mind!"
"You know about it?" Prior asked, surprised.
"I'm a man, ain't I? I got a cock, don't I? But that sure ain't my kind of cunt. I ain't goin' near it!"
Prior was intrigued. "You'll risk your precious black life to climb a stupid mountain of ice cream, but
you're afraid of a little tree?"
"That tree, yes! I don't mind dying so much, but I'm choosy about how my ass gets reamed." He rubbed
his backside, perhaps remembering what Prior had done the day before, but decided not to make an issue
of it.
It occurred to Prior that the talking statues hadn't told him everything. "I only want to climb it and get
the spire at the top. You can stand back and watch. If I fall, I'm the only one who gets hurt. Then the
robots will come and carry us all back down. What's so frightening about that?"
Black shook his head as he stepped into the shower. "You're a whiteassed pekkernosed candy-coated
bugging stooge, but you don't deserve what you're headed for. I tell you this for your own cornholing
good: lay off the Cherry Tree."
"Why? I need that spire."
"Like elephant turds in your beer you need it! And you can't get near it."
"I'm curious too," Klo said as Black emerged from the shower. The Negro hadn't taken long at all this
time; apparently he was serious about not fornicating. "What's so dangerous about a tree a cherry tree,
yet?"
Black ignored her and looked at Prior inscrutably. "They's no fool like a white fool!" He pondered while
he toweled off his robust torso and Klo got into the spray of hot water. "Hokay. I know a little magic
black magic, of course enough to haul down a branch or two. Suppose I bring one here, so you can see
it? Then you'll know."
"You can bring the Cherry Tree here?" Prior was excited.
"A branch of it, paleass. That's enough. You look at it then you can quit, and we'll just sashay back
down the mountain, and not break any ill wind about it, okay?"
"Quit?" Prior demanded incredulously. "Because of a look at one fool branch? You're nuttier than I
thought, and that was pretty damn "
"I'm smart," Black said, taking no offense. He brought out a red crayon and began marking off a large
pentagram. "You got a notion that'll wipe you out and not only in this life."
"For someone who doesn't believe in God " Klo said, poking her head and one breast out of the spray.
Then she saw the pentagram. "Hey! That's how you summon a demon!"
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"Don't bother me, pig. This is tricky."
Prior decided not to bother him either. Black was acting as if he knew what he was doing.
The Negro completed the diagram, then brought out a package of powder and a candle.
"Talk of the dark ages!" Klo said, coming out. Prior was ready for his own shower, but decided to keep
his clothing on despite the discomfort until he had a better notion what this was all about.
"The black ages," Black corrected her automatically. "Now you two stand back. I've got an amulet to
protect me, but your only safeguard is this diagram. Don't step in it, don't get too close DON'T DRIP
ON IT, BITCH!" he screamed as Klo did get too close. She stepped back hastily and wrapped the towel
about her.
Black glared at her a moment more, then resumed. "When I light this "
"Sure," Prior said, amused. Black magic, indeed! He scratched a wrinkle in his scrotum where some
chocolate had lodged itchily.
Black set the candle in the center of the pentagram. It promptly fell over. "So it's like that, eh," he
muttered. He lit a wooden match and melted the candle's base so that the wax dripped, then set it down
firmly in the puddle. This time it stayed. He used the same match to light the wick. When the candle
flame was steady he popped the lighted match into his mouth to extinguish it, stood back beyond the rim
of the pentagram, poured some of the powder into his palm, and made a last check to see that Klo and
Prior were well clear.
Black chanted:
FEE FOO FII FANCH, I SMELL THE SAP OF A CHERRY BRANCH!
BE YE GREEN OR BE YE BRASS, I'LL GRIND YOUR WOOD TO WIPE MY ASS!
As he chanted, he threw a pinch of powder into the candle flame, taking care not to enter the pentagram
himself, and there was a bright flash.
As Prior's sight cleared, he saw within the pentagram a mass of foliage. It was a limb from a tree and a
single bright red cherry showed.
"There it is!" Black grunted, sweating.
"Sure enough," Prior agreed, not knowing what to make of it. It was the spire he required, not the actual
branches of the cherry tree, and their removal from the tree wouldn't make it any easier to climb.
"Now will you leave Mt. Icecream?" Black asked.
"Because you tore one branch off a cherry tree by magic?" Prior chuckled, walking toward it. "What
kind of a white fool do you take me for?"
"Stay back, idiot!"
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Prior ignored him. He stepped into the pentagram and kicked at the lone cherry.
His foot never landed. The greenery metamorphosed into a tremendous demon-shape. A huge gray hand
shot out to fasten around Prior's neck.
"So you'll grind my wood to wipe your smelly little pucker, eh?" the demon boomed, blowing sawdust
in Prior's face.
Prior was just beginning to comprehend what Black had tried to warn him of. He should have realized
that this was no ordinary cherry tree. How could it grow in perpetual snow, otherwise? Now he was in
trouble.
"No, no!" he gasped, trying to free his neck from the crushing grip. "All I wanted was to "
"To take my cherry!" the demon cried. "Well, let's see you try it, sucker! My cherry has never been
breached by mortal man, but there's always a first fucking time, right?"
"To get the spire!" Prior finished, beginning to black out.
"To get the spire!" the demon mimicked. "As if you could mount to the divine dildo without first
plucking the cherries off the five guardian branches of the Tree! Well, I am the least of those branches,
and I have taken the cherries of better mortals than you, fool. I'll wipe your ass, all right right out from
your puny body!"
"Cherries?" Prior was confused, and the hand choking him did not facilitate his clarity of mind.
"Well," said the demon conversationally as he squeezed. "Technically they aren't cherries unless they're
ripe and fresh and female, and most aren't, unfortunately." It gave Prior's neck another painful tweak.
"But you know what I mean. Unfucked."
Prior finally twisted his neck free, leaving some skin and possibly a vein or two behind, and sucked
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