Bladesman of Antares
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I fixed him with my eye.
“Is Captain Lars Ehren still in command of Ovvend Barynth!”
He looked bewildered. Water dripped from me: crimson water. Opaz knew what thoughts were going through the heads of his men. They had seen a great galleon of Vallia burn. They had seen one sky ship crash headlong into another and bring her down in destruction. And now a hairy maniac had swum over to them, bellowing like a chunkrah, claiming to be a prince of Vallia.
No — not claiming to be a prince of Vallia.
Claiming to be the Prince Majister.
I had been through a pretty bizarre experience, and a fight that for all the lack of actual blade-to-blade contact was as deadly as any a Bladesman might covet, and so I now confess I was just a trifle sharp with this young man. And, too, wearing trousers without a seat is a far cry from not wearing trousers or a breechclout at all . . .
“Well, youngster! Brace up! I asked you a question.”
We had pulled in close enough to Ovvend Barynth to make any reply of his superfluous. A chunky man with a huge spade beard leaped up onto the ratlines, gripping with one mahogany fist, peering down at his boat as she pulled alongside with the bowman standing up ready to hook on.
“Prince Dray!” bellowed down this squat and bearded man. He almost fell off his own slip, so excited were his movements, letting go of the shrouds to wave and yell. “Prince Dray!”
“Ahoy there, Captain Lars!” I roared up. “Lahal!”
“Lahal it is, my Prince! And may Opaz be forever praised for sending you to me in this evil hour. Nikvove of Evir burned, Majister, burned! Did you see?”
“I saw, Captain Lars.” Old naval habits impelled me up and out of the boat first. Captain Lars Ehren jumped to the deck and bellowed for due honors to be paid to me as I came aboard; but I roared at him, and clasped his hand. “You are for Hyrklana, of course? Vollers?”
“Aye, Prince.”
“It is a fruitless journey. Turn back, Captain. Put your helm over and brace your yards around. We can find our own fliers in Vallia, by Vox!”
The Vallian deputation for Hyrklana aboard, of whom I knew only one man, and that slightly, demurred, but I overbore them. Truth to tell, I think the ghastly sight of a great Vallian galleon burning — there was now no sign of Nikvove of Evir at all — convinced them with more urgency. We picked up a mere handful of the men from the doomed ship who had managed to hurl themselves overboard. Captain Lars Ehren turned his ship’s rakish beakhead to the north and with the wind over our starboard beam we punched into the seas, going home.
There was much to be accomplished still in Hamal, for I had not given up my schemes for that country, not by a long zorca-horn. Rees the lion-man, chinless Chido, they would not be forgotten — the Trylon Rees with his booming laugh and his “We’ll make you a Bladesman yet, Hamun!” — and there was, also, that extraordinarily unpleasant Queen Thyllis to be reckoned with, and the obnoxious King Doghamrei — and there were others.
I fancied that Hamun ham Farthytu, Amak of Paline Valley, candidate for Bladesman, would one day ride into Ruathytu and go knocking on doors in the sacred quarter.
I did not forget the cramphs of Hamal had burned and sunk a fine galleon of Vallia.
But, most important, glorious and wonderful despite it had been bought in cunning and treachery, I carried with me fifty percent of the secrets of the fliers, and the wise men of Vallia must supply the answers for the other fifty percent. The Emperor, my Delia’s father, would want to know the reason why if they did not.
Delia! Delia of the Blue Mountains, Delia of Delphond!
Home, home to Vallia! Blow the winds! Roar the gales! Bear me on and on to Valka and my high fortress of Esser Rarioch overlooking Valkanium and the bay! Home, home, home . . .
“You shiver, my Prince!” Captain Lars Ehren looked concerned. “Your clothes — let me provide you with the best we have.”
“A simple breechclout will do, Captain.” I sniffed the breeze, hugely. “I shall enjoy this journey home. A breech-clout, if you will, Captain — provided it is a scarlet one!”
About the author
Alan Burt Akers is a pen name of the prolific British author Kenneth Bulmer. Bulmer has published over 160 novels and countless short stories, predominantly science fiction.
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The Dray Prescot Series
The Delian Cycle:
Transit to Scorpio
The Suns of Scorpio
Warrior of Scorpio
Swordships of Scorpio
Prince of Scorpio
Havilfar Cycle:
Manhounds of Antares
Arena of Antares
Fliers of Antares
Bladesman of Antares
Avenger of Antares
Armada of Antares
Notes
[1] Prescot has recorded his adventures on Kregen and those tapes were found in Africa. The Tapes from Africa constitute the substance of these books. [A.B.A.]
[2] At this point it is appropriate to remark that there is another infuriating gap in the taped records of Prescot’s adventures on Kregen. After he was reunited with his friends aboard the flier over the Shrouded Sea, as related at the end of the previous volume, Fliers of Antares, he picks up the narrative as it appears here at the opening of Bladesman of Antares. From later evidence it appears he cleared up the Migladrin situation and then went back to his home in Valka. Where else he may have gone must for the moment remain conjectural. I think not much time elapsed; but I detect a new philosophy about Prescot in his surprising decision to leave Delia at home and to make sure she stayed there. We know how he misses her, and we also know she has stowed away to accompany him in the past. [A.B.A.]
[3] See Fliers of Antares. Dray Prescot #8. [A.B.A.]
[4] See Swordships of Scorpio, Dray Prescot #4. [A.B.A.]
[5] So is Kregish for three. The man had risen three steps in his rank of Hikdar. [A.B.A.]
[6] Prescot gives here, and elsewhere, quite comprehensive information and rules for playing Jikaida. The game is fascinating. With the kind consent of Donald A. Wollheim, the publisher of Dray Prescot’s story, I hope to be able soon to include playing instructions and rules for Jikaida as an appendix to a forthcoming volume of Dray Prescot’s adventures. [A.B.A.]
[7] Shiv: six.
[8] After Prescot recorded the words, “Notor Zan,” he must have switched the machine off for a break, as he often does, and — as again and unfortunately so — begun again at a point in his narrative subsequent to his departure point. I think nothing vital occurred in the lost interim. Prescot has been made slave before; no doubt vile though it was to him it was not sufficiently original to reward extended comment. [A.B.A]
[9] Ord: eight.
Copyright © 1975, Kenneth Bulmer
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First published by Daw Books, Inc. in 1975.
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