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The World of Tiers Volume Two: Behind the Walls of Terra, the Lavalite World, Red Orc's Rage, and More Than Fire

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by Philip José Farmer


  The Wendow went down the long slope leading to sand beaches. The chief turned left, and the others followed. According to Nurgo, their destination lay about half a day’s travel away. Their stronghold was about fifteen minutes’ walk inland from the beach.

  “What about the other tribes that come through the pass?” she said.

  “Oh, they’ll be coming through during the next few light-periods. They’ll go even further up the beach, toward their camps. We were lucky that there weren’t other tribes waiting at the pass, since the storms lasted longer than usual.”

  “Do you attack them as they pass by your stronghold?”

  “Not unless we outnumber them greatly.”

  Further questioning cleared up some of her ignorance about their pattern of war. Usually, the tribes avoided any full-scale battles if it was possible. Belligerence was confined to raids by individuals or parties of three to five people. These were conducted during the dark-period and were mainly by young unblooded males and sometimes by a young woman accompanied by a male. The youth had to kill a man and bring back his head as proof of his or her manhood or womanhood. The greatest credit, however, was not for a head but for a child. To steal a child and bring it back for adoption into the tribe was the highest feat possible.

  Nurgo himself was an adopted child. He’d been snatched not long after he’d started walking. He didn’t remember a thing about it, though he did sometimes have nightmares in which he was torn away from a woman without a face.

  The caravan came to a place which looked just like the rest of the terrain to Anana. But the tribe recognized it with a cry of joy. Trenn led them into the wooded hills, and after a while they came to a hill higher than the others. Logs lay on its top and down its slope, the ruins of what had been a stockade.

  The next few days were spent in fishing, gathering nuts and berries, eating, sleeping, and rebuilding the fort. Anana put some weight back on and began to feel rested. But once she had all her energy back, she became restless.

  Urthona was equally fidgety. She observed him talking softly to McKay frequently. She had no doubts about the subject of their conversation, and McKay, reporting to her, gave her the details.

  “Your uncle wants to take off at the first chance. But no way is he going to leave without the Horn.”

  “Is he planning on taking it from me now or when he finds his palace?” she said.

  “He says that we, us two, him and me, that is, would have a better chance of surviving if you was to go with us. But he says you’re so tricky you might get the upper hand on us when we sight the palace. So he can’t make up his mind yet. But he’s going to have to do it soon. Every minute passes, the palace is getting further away.”

  There was a silence. McKay looked as if he was chewing something but didn’t know if he should swallow it or spit it out. After a minute, his expression changed.

  “I got something to tell you.”

  He paused, then said, “Urthona told you and Kickaha that this Wolff, or Jadawin, and his woman—Chryseis?—had been gated to this world. Well, that’s a lie. They somehow escaped. They’re still on Earth!”

  Anana did not reply at once. McKay didn’t have to tell her this news. Why had he done so? Was it because he wanted to reassure her that he had indeed switched loyalties? Or had Urthona ordered McKay to tell her that so she would think he was betraying Urthona?

  In either case, was the story true?

  She sighed. All Lords, including herself, were so paranoiac that they would never be able to distinguish between reality and fantasy. Their distrust of motivation made it impossible.

  She shrugged. For the moment she’d act as if she believed his story. She looked around the big tree they’d been sitting behind, and she said, “Oh, oh! Here comes my uncle, looking for us. If he sees you with me, he’ll get suspicious. You’d better take off.”

  McKay crawled off into the bushes. When Urthona found her, she said, “Hello, uncle. Aren’t you supposed to be helping the fish spearers?”

  “I told them I didn’t care to go fishing today. And, of course, since I’m one of the Lord’s agents, I wasn’t challenged. I could tell they didn’t like it, though.

  “I was looking for you and McKay. Where is he?”

  She lifted her shoulders.

  “Well, it doesn’t matter.”

  He squatted down by her.

  “I think we’ve wasted enough time. We should get away the moment we have a chance.”

  “We?” she said, raising her eyebrows. “Why should I want to go with you?”

  He looked exasperated. “You surely don’t want to spend the rest of your life here?”

  “I don’t intend to. But I mean to make sure first that Kickaha is either alive or dead.”

  “That leblabbiy really means that much to you?”

  “Yes. Don’t look so disgusted. If you should ever feel that much for another human being, which I doubt, then you’ll know why I’m making sure about him. Meanwhile …”

  He looked incredulous. “You can’t stay here.”

  “Not forever. But if he’s alive, he’ll be along soon. I’ll give him a certain time to come. After that, I’ll look for his bones.”

  Urthona bit his lower lip.

  He said, “Then you won’t come with us now?”

  She didn’t reply. He knew the answer.

  There was a silence for a few minutes. Then he stood up.

  “At least, you won’t tell the chief what we’re planning to do?”

  “I’d get no special pleasure out of that,” she said. “The only thing is … how do I explain your French leave? How do I account for a representative of the Lord, sent on a special mission to check out the Wendow tribe, my subordinate, sneaking off?”

  Her uncle chewed his lips some more. He’d been doing that for ten thousand years; she remembered when she was a child seeing him gnaw on it.

  Finally, he smiled, “You could tell them McKay and I are off on a secret mission, the purpose of which you can’t divulge now because it’s for the Lord. Actually, it would be fine if you’d say that. We wouldn’t have to sneak off. We could just walk out, and they wouldn’t dare prevent us.”

  “I could do that,” she said. “But why should I? If by some chance you did find the palace right away, you’d just bring it back here and destroy me. Or use one of your fliers. In any event, I’m sure you have all sorts of weapons in your palace.”

  He knew it was useless to protest that he wouldn’t do that. He said, “What’s the difference? I’m going, one way or the other. You can’t tell the chief I am because then you’d have to explain why I am. You can’t do a thing about it.”

  “You can do what you want to,” she said. “But you can’t take this with you.”

  She held up the Horn.

  His eyes narrowed, and his lips tightened. By that she knew that he had no intention of leaving without the Horn. There were two reasons why, one of which was certain. The other might exist.

  No Lord would pass up the chance to get his hands on the skeleton key to the gates of all the universes.

  The Horn might also be the ticket to passage from a place on this planet to his palace. Just possibly, there were gates locked into the boulders. Not all boulders, of course. Just some. She’d tried the Horn on the four big rocks she’d encountered so far, and none had contained any. But there could be gates in others.

  If there were, then he wasn’t going to risk her finding one and getting into the palace before he did.

  Undoubtedly, or at least probably, he would tell McKay just when he planned to catch her sleeping, kill her, and take the Horn. Would McKay warn her? She couldn’t take the chance that he would.

  “All right,” she said. “I’ll go with you. I have just as much chance finding Kickaha elsewhere. And I am tired of sitting here.”

  He wasn’t as pleased as he should have been. He smelled a trap. Of course, even if she’d been sincere, he would have suspected she was up to something. Jus
t as she wondered if he was telling her the truth or only part of it.

  Urthona’s handsome face now assumed a smile. In this millenia-long and deadly game the Lords played, artifices that wouldn’t work and which both sides knew wouldn’t work, were still used. The combats had been partly ritualized.

  “We’ll do it tonight then,” Anana said.

  Urthona agreed. He went off to look for McKay and found him within two minutes, since McKay was watching them and saw her signal. They talked for fifteen minutes, after which the two men went down to the beach to help in the fishing. She went out to pick berries and nuts. When she returned on her first trip with two leather bags full, she stood around for a while instead of going out again. She managed to get her hands on three leather-skin waterbags and put these in her leanto. There was little she could do now until late in the night.

  The tribe feasted and danced that evening. The shaman chanted for continued prosperity. The bard sang songs of heroes of the olden days. Eventually, the belly-swollen people crawled into their leantos and fell asleep. The only ones probably awake were the sentinels, one in a treetop near the shore, one on a platform in the middle of the stockade, and two men stationed along the path to the stockade.

  Urthona, Anana, and McKay had eaten sparingly. They worked inside their leantos, stuffing smoked fish and antelope and fruits and berries and nuts into provision bags. The water bags would be filled when they got to the lakeshore.

  When she could hear only snores and the distant cries of birds and the coughing of a lion, she crawled out of the frail structure. She couldn’t see the guard on top of the platform. She hoped he had fallen asleep, too. Certainly, he had stuffed himself enough to make him nod off, whatever his good intentions.

  Urthona and McKay crawled out of their respective leantos. Anana signaled to them. She stood up and walked through the dark reddish light of “midnight” until she was far enough away from the sentinel-platform to see its occupant. He was lying down, flat on his back. Whether he was asleep or not she couldn’t determine, but she suspected he was.

  The two men went to the corral which held the moosoids. They got their three beasts out without making too much noise and began to saddle them. Anana carried over the waterbags and a full provision bag. These were tied onto a little leather platform behind the saddle.

  Anana whispered, “I have to get my axe.”

  Urthona grimaced, but he nodded. He and his niece had had a short argument about that earlier. Urthona thought that it was best to forget about the axe, but she had insisted that it was vital to have it. While the two men led the animals to the gate, she walked to the chief’s leanto, which was larger than the others. She pushed aside the boughs which surrounded it and crawled into the interior. It was as dark as the inside of a coal mine. The loud snores of Trenn and his wife and son, a half-grown boy, tried to make up for the absence of light with a plenitude of sound. On her hands and knees she groped around, touching first the woman. Then her hand felt his leg. She withdrew it from the flesh and felt along the grass by it. Her fingers came into contact with cold iron.

  A moment later she was out of the structure, the throwing axe in one hand. For just a second she’d been tempted to kill Trenn in revenge for his violation of her. But she had resisted. He might make some noise if she did, and, anyway she had already forgiven if not forgotten. Yet … something murderous had seized her briefly, made her long to wipe out the injury by wiping the injurer out. Then reason had driven the irrational away.

  The gate was a single piece composed of upright poles to which horizontal and transverse bars had been tied with leather cords. Instead of hinges, it was connected to the wall by more leather cords. Several thick strips of leather served as a lock. These were untied, and the heavy gate was lifted up and then turned inward by all three of them.

  So far, no one had raised an outcry. The sentinel might wake at any moment. On the other hand, he might sleep all night. He was supposed to be relieved after a two-hour watch. There was no such thing as an “hour” in the tribe’s vocabulary, but these people had a rough sense of passage of time. When the sentinel thought that he’d stood watch long enough, he would descend from the platform and wake up the man delegated to succeed him.

  The beasts were passed through, the gate lifted and carried back, and the cords retied. The three mounted and rode off slowly in the half-light, heading down the hill. The moosoids grunted now and then, unhappy at being mounted at this ungodly hour. When the three were about a hundred yards from where they knew the first sentinel was placed, they halted. Anana got off and slipped through the brush until she saw the figure sitting with its back against the bole of a tree. Snores buzz-sawed from it.

  It was an easy matter to walk up to the man and bring down the flat of her axe on top of his head. He fell over, his snores continuing. She ran back and told the two it was safe to continue. Urthona wanted to slit the man’s throat, but Anana said it wasn’t necessary. The guard would be unconscious for a long while.

  The second sentinel was walking back and forth to keep himself awake. He strode down the hill for fifty paces or so, wheeled, and climbed back up the twenty-degree slope. He was muttering a song, something about the heroic deeds of Sheerkun.

  In this comparative stillness, it would be difficult to make a detour around him without his hearing them. He had to be gotten out of the way.

  Anana waited until he had turned at the end of his round, ran out behind him, and knocked him out with the flat of her axe. She went back and told the others the way was clear for a while.

  When they could see the paleness of the white sand shore and the darkness of the sea beyond, they stopped. The last of the sentinels was in a giant tree near the beach. Anana said, “There’s ho use trying to get to him. But he can yell as loudly as he wishes. There’s nobody to relay his message to the village.”

  They rode out boldly onto the sand. The expected outcry did not come. Either the sentinel was dozing or he did not recognize them and believed some of his tribesmen were there for a legitimate reason. Or perhaps he did recognize them but dared not question the agents of the Lord.

  When they were out of his sight, the three stopped. After filling the waterbags, they resumed their flight, if a leisurely pace could be called a flight. They plodded on steadily, silent, each occupied with his or her own thoughts.

  There didn’t seem to be any danger from Trenn’s tribe. By the time one of the stunned men woke up and gave the alarm, the escapees would have too much of a headstart to be caught. The only immediate peril, Anana thought, was from Urthona and McKay. Her uncle could try to kill her now to get the Horn in his own hands. But until they found the palace, she was a strong asset. To survive, Urthona needed her.

  “Dawn” came with the first paling of the bands in the sky. As the light increased, they continued. They stopped only to excrete or to drink from the sea and to allow their beasts to quench their thirst. At dusk they went into the woods. Finding a hollow surrounded by trees, they slept in it most of the night through. They were wakened several times by the howling of dogs and roars of big cats. However, no predators came near. At “dawn” they resumed their journey. At “noon,” they came to the place which would lead them up to the pass.

  Here Anana reined in her moosoid. She made sure that she wasn’t close to them before she spoke. Her left hand was close to the hilt of her sheathed knife—she was ambidextrous—and if she had to, she could drop the reins and snatch out her axe. The men carried flint-tipped spears and had available some heavy war-boomerangs.

  “I’m going up to the pass and look over the valley from there,” she said. “For Kickaha, of course.”

  Urthona opened his mouth as if to protest. Then he smiled, and said, “I doubt it. See.” He pointed up the slope.

  She didn’t look at once. He might be trying to get her to turn her head and thus give him a chance to attack.

  McKay’s expression, however, indicated that her uncle was pointing at something wo
rth looking at. Or had he arranged beforehand that McKay would pretend to do such if an occasion arose for it?

  She turned the beast quickly and moved several yards away. Then she looked away.

  From the top of the slope down to the beach was a wide avenue, carpeted by the rust-colored grass. It wasn’t a manmade path; nature, or, rather, Urthona, had designed it. It gave her an unobstructed view of the tiny figures just emerging from the pass. Men on moosoids. Behind them, women and children and more beasts.

  Another tribe was entering the sea-land.

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  “Let’s split!” McKay said.

  Anana said, “You can if you want to. I’m going to see if Kickaha is with them. Maybe he was captured by them.”

  Urthona bit his lip. He looked at the black man, then at his niece. Apparently, he decided that now was no time to try to kill her. He said, “Very well. What do you intend to do? Ride up to them and ask if you can check them out?”

  Anana said, “Don’t be sarcastic, uncle. We’ll hide in the woods and watch them.”

  She urged her gregg into the trees. The others followed her, but she made sure that they did not get too close to her back. When she got to a hill which gave a good view through the trees, she halted. Urthona directed his beast toward her, but she said, “Keep your distance, uncle!”

  He smiled, and stopped his moosoid below her. All three sat on their grewigg for a while, then, tiring of waiting, got off.

  “It’ll be an hour before they get here,” Urthona said. “And what if those savages turn right? We’ll be between the Wendow and this tribe. Caught.”

  “If Kickaha isn’t among them,” she said. “I intend to go up the pass after they go by and look for him. I don’t care what you want to do. You can go on.”

  McKay grinned. Urthona grunted. All three understood that as long as she had the Horn they would stay together.

  The grewigg seized bushes and low treelimbs with their teeth, tore them off, and ground the leaves to pulp. Their empty bellies rumbled as the food passed toward their big bellies. The flies gathered above beasts and humans and settled over them. The big green insects were not as numerous here as on the plains, but there were enough to irritate the three. Since they had not as yet attained the indifference of the natives, their hands and heads and shoulders were in continuous motion, batting, jerking, shrugging.

 

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