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by James H. Schmitz


  “Yes.”

  “Ho!” His tangled eyebrows lifted. “You then joined the Alatta agents to help them against us?”

  “Yes.”

  “Ho-ho!” The broad ogre face split in a slow grin. He dug at his chin with a thumb nail, staring down at her. Grunts came from the group where one of them was speaking, apparently repeating what had been said for nonlinguists. Telzey collected more stares. Her guard clamped a crushing hand on her shoulder.

  “I’ve told them before this,” he remarked, “that there are humans who must be called codeworthy!” His face darkened. “More so certainly than Boragost and Lishon! no one believes now that was the first treachery committed by those two.” He shook his great head glumly. “These are sorry times!”

  The general discussion had resumed meanwhile, soon grew as heated as before. One of the Sattarams abruptly left the room. Telzey’s giant told her, “He’s to find out what Stiltik wants, since she alone is now Suan Uwin. But whatever she wants, we are the chiefs who will determine what the codes demand.”

  The Elaigar who’d left came back shortly, made his report. More talk, Kolki Ming joining in. The guard said to Telzey, “Stiltik claims it’s her right to have the Alatta who was of her command face her in the Kaht Chasm. It’s agreed this is proper under the codes, and Kolki Ming has accepted. Stiltik also says, however, that you should be returned to her at once as her prisoner. I think she feels you’ve brought ridicule on her, as you have. This is now being discussed.”

  Telzey didn’t reply. She felt chilled. The talk went on. Her Sattaram broke in several times, presently began to grin. One of the giants in the group addressed her in translingue.

  “Is it your choice,” he asked, “to face Stiltik in the Kaht Chasm beside the Alatta Kolki Ming?”

  Telzey didn’t hesitate. “Yes, it is.”

  He translated. Nods from the group. Telzey’s Sattaram said something in their language. A few of them laughed. He said to Telzey, holding out his huge hand, “Give me your belt!”

  She looked up at him, took off her jacket belt and gave it to him. He reached inside his vestlike upper garment, brought out a knife in a narrow metal sheath, fastened the sheath on the belt, handed the belt back. “You were Stiltik’s prisoner and freed yourself fairly!” he rumbled. “I say you’re codeworthy and have told them so. You won’t face Stiltik in the Kaht Chasm unarmed!” His toothy grin reappeared. “Who knows? You may claim Suan Uwin rank among us before you’re done!”

  He translated that for the group. There was a roar of laughter. Telzey’s giant laughed with the others, but then looked down at her and shook his head.

  “No,” he said. “Stiltik will eat your heart and that of Kolki Ming. But, if we find then that you were able to redden your knife before it happened, I shall be pleased!”

  XIII

  The portal to which Kolki Ming and Telzey were taken let them out into a sloping mountain area. When Telzey glanced back, a sheer cliff towered behind them. Tinokti’s sun shone through invisible circuit barriers overhead.

  Kolki Ming turned toward a small building a hundred yards away. “Come quickly! Stiltik may not wait long before following.”

  Telzey hurried after her. Behind the building, the rock-studded slope curved down out of sight. Perhaps half a mile away was another steep cliff face. Dark narrow lines of trees climbed along it; some sections were covered by tangles of vines. The great wall curved in to left and right until it nearly met the mountain front out of which they’d stepped. On the right, at the point where the two rock masses came closest, water streamed through, dropping in long cascades toward the hidden floor of the Kaht Chasm. Far to the left, the stream foamed away through another break in the mountains.

  If water—

  Telzey brushed the thought aside. Whatever applications of portal technology were involved, the fact that water appeared to flow freely through the force barriers about this vast section didn’t mean there were possible exit or entry points there.

  She followed Kolki Ming into the building. The interior was a single large room. Mountaineering equipment, geared to Elaigar proportions, hung from walls and posts. Ropes, clamps, hooks . . . Kolki Ming selected a coil of transparent rope, stripped hooks from it, attached it to her belt beside the long knife which was now her only weapon. Outside the building, she stooped, legs bent. “Up on my back; hang on! We want to put distance between ourselves and this place.”

  Telzey scrambled up, clamped her legs around the Alatta’s waist, locked her hands on the tough shirt material. Kolki Ming started down the slope.

  “This is an exercise area for general use when it isn’t serving as Stiltik’s hunting ground,” she said. “As a rule, the Suan Uwin likes a long chase, but today she may be impatient. She’s tireless, almost as fast as I am, twice as strong, and as skilled a fighter on the rocks as in the water below. The only exit is at the end of the Chasm near the foot of the falls, and it will open now only to Stiltik’s key. Beyond it is her Hall of Triumph where the Elaigar will wait to see her display her new trophies to them.”

  The slope suddenly dropped off. Kolki Ming turned her face to the rock, climbed on down, using hands and feet and moving almost as quickly as before. Telzey tightened her grip. She’d done some rock work for sport, but that had been a different matter from this wild, swaying ride along what was turning into a precipitous cliff.

  A minute or two later, Kolki Ming glanced sideways and down, said “Hold on hard!” and pushed away from the rock. They dropped. Telzey clutched convulsively. The drop ended not much more than twelve feet below, almost without a jar. Kolki Ming went on along a path some three feet wide, leading around a curve of the cliff.

  Telzey swallowed. “How will Stiltik find us?” she asked.

  “By following our scent trail until she has us in sight. She’s a mind hunter, too, so keep your screens locked.” Kolki Ming’s breathing still seemed relaxed and unhurried. “This may look like an uneven game to the Elaigar, but since there always was a chance I would have to face Stiltik here some day, I’ve made the Chasm my exercise area whenever I was in the circuit . . . and they don’t know that of the three of us I was the dagen handler.”

  The rumble of rushing water was audible now, and growing louder. The stream must pass almost directly beneath them, some three hundred yards down. They moved into shadow. The path narrowed, narrowed further. There came a place where the Alatta turned sideways and edged along where Telzey could barely make out footholds, never seeming to give a thought to the long drop below. Very gradually, the path began to widen again as the curve of the cliff reversed itself, leading them back into sunlight. And presently back into shadow.

  Then, as they rounded another bulge, Telzey saw a point ahead where the path forked, one arm leading up through a narrow crevice, the other descending along the cliff. An instant later, a thought tendril touched her screens, coldly alert, searching. It lingered, faded.

  “Yes, Stiltik’s in the Chasm,” Kolki Ming said. “She’ll be on our trail in moments.”

  She took the downward fork. It curved in and out, dipped steeply, rose again. Kolki Ming checked at an opening in the rock, a narrow high cave mouth. Dirt had collected within it, and cliff vines had taken root and grown, forming a tangle which almost filled the opening.

  Kolki Ming glanced back, parted the tangle, edged inside. “You can get down.”

  Telzey slid to the ground, stood on unsteady legs, drew a long breath. “And now?” she asked.

  “Now,” said Kolki Ming, voice and face expressionless, “I leave you. Don’t think of me. Wait here behind the vines. You’ll see Stiltik coming long before she sees you. Then be ready to do whatever seems required.”

  She turned, moved back into the dimness of the cave, seemed to vanish behind a corner. Completely disconcerted for the moment, Telzey stared after her. There came faint sounds, a scraping, the clattering of a dislodged rock. Then silence.

  Telzey went to the cave opening, looked back along
the path that wound in and out along the curves of the cliff. Stiltik would be in sight on it minutes before she got this far—and surely she couldn’t be very close yet! Telzey moved into the cave, came to the corner around which Kolki Ming had disappeared. Almost pitch-darkness there. After a dozen groping steps, she came to a stop. There was rock before her. On either side, not much more than two and a half feet apart, was also rock.

  Water trickled slowly down the wall on the right, seeping into the dust about her shoes.

  She looked up into darkness, reached on tiptoe, arms stretching, touched nothing. A draft moved past her face. So here the cave turned upward, became a narrow tunnel; and up that black hole Kolki Ming had gone. Telzey wondered whether she would be able to follow, stood a moment reflecting, then returned to the cave opening. She sat down where she could watch their trail, drew the vines into a thicker tangle before her. Pieces of rock lay around, and her hands went out, began gathering them into a pile, while her eyes remained fastened on the path.

  On the path, presently, Stiltik appeared, coming around a distant turn. Telzey’s breath caught. Stiltik’s bulk looked misshapen and awkward at that range, but she moved with swift assurance, like a creature born to mountain heights, along a thread of shelf almost indiscernible from the cave. She went out of sight behind the thrust of the mountain, emerged again, closer.

  Telzey let a trickle of fear escape through her screens, then drew them into a tight shield. She saw Stiltik lift her head without checking her stride. Thought probed alertly about, slid away. But not entirely. She sensed a waiting watchfulness now as Stiltik continued to vanish and reappear along the winding path.

  Presently Telzey could begin to distinguish the features of the heavy-jawed face. A short-handled doubleheaded hatchet hung from Stiltik’s belt, along with a knife and a coil of rope. She came to the point where the path forked, paused, measuring the branch which led up through the crevice, stooped abruptly, half crouched, bringing her head close to the ground, face shifting back and forth, almost nosing the path like a dog. Telzey saw the bunching of heavy back muscles through the material of the sleeveless shirt. For a moment, it seemed wholly the posture of an animal. The giantess straightened, again looked up along the crevice. Telzey’s head moved forward. The pile of rocks she’d gathered rattled through the vines to the path below the cave opening. A brief hot gust of terror burst from the shield.

  Stiltik’s head turned. Then, swiftly, she started along the path toward the cave.

  Telzey sat still, breathing so shallow it might almost have stopped. Stiltik’s mouth hung open; her eyes stared, seeming to probe through the vines. Around a curve she came, loosening the hatchet at her belt, cold mind impulses searching.

  A psi bolt slammed, hard, heavy, fast, jarring Telzey through her shield. It hadn’t been directed at her.

  Stiltik swayed on the path, gave a grunting exhalation of surprise, and something flicked down out of the air above her like a thin glassy snake. The looped end of Kolki Ming’s rope drooped around her neck, jerked tight.

  One of her great hands caught at the rope, the other struck up with the hatchet. But she was stumbling backward, being hauled off the path. Two minds slashed at each other, indistinguishable in fury. Then Stiltik’s massive body plunged down along the side of the cliff with a clatter of rocks, dropped below Telzey’s line of sight. The rope jerked tight again; there was a crack like the snapping of a thick tree branch. The end of the rope flicked down past the path, following the falling body. From above came a yell, savage and triumphant. From below, seconds later, came the sound of impact.

  Abruptly, there was stillness. Telzey drew a deep, sighing breath, stood up, pushed her way out through the vine tangles to the cave opening. She waited there a minute or two. Then Kolki Ming, smeared with the dark slime of the winding tunnel through which she’d crept to the cliff top, came down along the crevice to the fork of the path, and turned back toward the cave.

  They reached the floor of the Kaht Chasm presently, found Stiltik’s broken body. Kolki Ming drew her knife and was busy for a time, while Telzey sat on a rock and looked up the Chasm to the point where the foaming stream tumbled through a narrow break in the mountain. She thought she could make out a pale shimmer on the rocks. It should be the Chasm’s exit portal, not far from the falls, and not very far from them now. Tinokti’s sun had moved beyond the crest of the cliff. All the lower part of the Chasm lay in deep shadow.

  Then Kolki Ming finished, came to Telzey and held up dripping fingers. “Blood of a Suan Uwin!” she said. “The Elaigar will see your knife reddened. I wonder if they’ll be pleased! Didn’t you know I sensed you draw Stiltik’s attention toward you when her suspicions awoke? If you hadn’t, I’m not at all sure the matter could have ended well for either of us.” She drew the knife from Telzey’s belt, ran fingers over blade, hilt and sheath, replaced the knife. A knuckle tilted Telzey’s chin up; a hand smeared wetness across her face. “Don’t be too dainty!” Kolki Ming told her. “They’re to see you took a full share in their Suan Uwin’s defeat.”

  They walked along the floor of the Chasm, beside the cold rush of water, toward the portal shimmer, Stiltik’s blood painting them, Stiltik’s severed head swinging by its hair from Kolki Ming’s right hand. The portal brightened as they reached it, and they went through.

  The Elaigar stood waiting, filling the long hall. They walked forward, toward those nearest the portal. The giants stared, jaws dropping. A rumble of voices began here and there, ended quickly. The Elaigar standing before them started to move aside, clearing the way. The motion spread, and a wide lane opened through the ranks as they came on. Beyond, Telzey saw a ramp leading to a raised section at the end of the hall. They reached the ramp, went up it, and at the top Kolki Ming turned. Telzey turned with her.

  Below stood the Lion People, unmoving, silent, broad faces lifted and watching. Kolki Ming’s arm swung far back, came forward. She hurled Stiltik’s head back at them. It bounced and rolled along the ramp, black hair whipping about, blood spattering. It rolled on into the hall, the giants giving way before it. Then a roar of voices arose.

  “This way!” said Kolki Ming.

  They were at the wall, passed through a portal, the noise cutting off behind them.

  “Now quickly!”

  They ran. None of the sections they went through in the next minutes looked familiar to Telzey, but Kolki Ming didn’t hesitate. Telzey realized suddenly they were back in sealed areas again; the portals here were of the disguised variety. She was gasping for breath, vision blurring with exhaustion. The Alatta was setting a pace she couldn’t possibly keep up with much longer.

  Then they were in a room with a viewscreen stand in one corner. Here Kolki Ming stopped. “Get your breath back,” she told Telzey. “One more move only, and we have time for that—though perhaps no more time than it takes Stiltik’s blood to dry on us.” She was activating the screen as she spoke, spinning dials. Stiltik’s Hall of Triumph swam into view, with a burst of Elaigar voices. Churning groups of the giants filled the hall; more had come in since they left, and others were still arriving. Most of them appeared to be talking at once; and much of the talk seemed furious argument.

  “Now they debate!” said Kolki Ming. “What do the codes demand? Whatever conclusion they come to, it will involve our death. That’s necessary. But first they must decide how to kill us with honor—to us and themselves. Then they’ll start asking where we’ve gone.”

  She turned away. Telzey watched the screen a moment longer, her breathing beginning to ease. When she looked around, Kolki Ming had opened a closet in the wall, was fastening a gun she’d taken from it to her belt. She removed two small flat slabs of plastic and metal from a closet shelf, closed the closet, laid the slabs on a table. She came back to the screen, dialed to another view.

  “The control section,” she said. “Our goal now!”

  The control section was a large place. Telzey looked out at a curving wall crowded with instru
ment stands. On the right was a great black square in the wall—a blackness which seemed to draw the mind down into vast depths. “The Vingarran Gate,” said Kolki Ming. Two Sattarams stood at one end of the section, watching the technicians.

  They wore guns. The technicians, perhaps two dozen in all, represented three life forms, two of which suggested the humanoid type, though no more so than Couse’s people. The third was a lumpy disk covered with yellow scales and equipped with a variety of flexible limbs.

  “Those two must die,” Kolki Ming said, indicating the Sattarams. “They’re controlled servants of the Suan Uwin, jointly conditioned by Boragost and Stiltik as safeguards against surprises by either. The instrument handlers are conditioned, too, but they’ll be no problem.” She switched off the screen. “Now come.” She took the two slabs from the table.

  There was no more running, though Kolki Ming still moved swiftly. Five sections on, she stopped before a blank wall. “There’s a portal here, left incomplete to prevent discovery,” she said. “The section’s on one of the potential approaches to the control area, so it’s inspected frequently and thoroughly. Now I’ll close the field.”

  She searched along the wall, placed one of the slabs carefully against it. It adhered. She opened the back of the slab, adjusted settings, pressed the cover shut. “Come through immediately behind me,” she told Telzey. “And be very quiet! On these last fifty steps, things still might go wrong.”

  They came out into semidarkness, went down a flight of stairs. Below, Kolki Ming halted, head turned. Telzey listened from behind her. There were faint distant sounds, which might be voices but not Elaigar voices. After some moments they faded. Kolki Ming moved on silently, Telzey following.

 

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