Thorne marveled at its intelligence, when it instantly took up one of the corpses.
"A smart beast, that," he said.
"He is the most intelligent of all my father's dalfs. That's why I always take him with me when I hunt."
While Tezzu carried the bodies away and dropped them into the stream, Thaine took her mace and chopped off the two thick hind legs of the beetle. From these, she lopped the thighs, and splitting the shells open, extracted two cylinders of white meat. With her dagger she sliced these into small, round steaks, piling them neatly on a broad leaf, then carried it into the hut.
Thorne followed her in. "May I help?"
"I'd like some water," she replied. "Fill the big jar, please." She indicated a large square jar which stood beside the mud fireplace over which she now bent, placing faggots on a small heap of charcoal.
Thorne picked up the jar, and from its great weight was convinced that it was gold. He also noticed that the figures on the sides were of exquisite workmanship.
When he returned with water from the stream, the interior of the hut had grown quite dark, but a shaft of moonlight lit up the lithe figure of the girl, kneeling before the fireplace. He went in and placed the jar beside her.
Having arranged the faggots to her satisfaction, she took a small bottle of sparkling powder from a pouch attached to her belt, and emptied a few grains on the wood. Then, dipping a cup into the jar, she poured part of its contents on the powder. Thorne was amazed to see the powder and the surrounding wood wherever the water had touched it burst into instant flame.
With the fire blazing merrily, the girl now dipped several cupfuls of water from the jar into a smaller container, dropped into it a handful of red berries taken from another jar, and ses on the smixture against the blaze. Then she arranged the steaks she had cut on a grill made from crossed metal rods.
Tezzu came in, his immense mouth full of faggots, which he dropped beside her. Then he touched her elbow with his nose. She turned and patted his head. "Good boy. Bring more."
Obediently the beast turned and trotted out into the moonlight.
By the time the steaks were broiled, Tezzu had brought in considerable quantity of wood. After removing her broiler, Thaine threw more fuel on the coals. From the vessel into which she had put the red berries she now filled two cubical golden cups with a steaming pink liquid. Then, using a wide leaf for a platter, she piled it high with the grilled steaks, set two other bits of leaf on the floor for plates. "Come, Sheb. The banquet is ready for the victors." Thorne sat opposite her and took the steaming cup from her hand. He had guessed that the beverage it contained was pulcho, and a sip confirmed this. Then came the realization that the time had arrived for him to simulate a liking for his "favorite dish."
"It is a banquet fit for a mighty conqueror," he said, reaching for one of the grilled steaks. He bit out a portion and instantly recognized the flavor. It was the same as that of the broiled food which had been served him for his first breakfast on Mars.
He had noted a swift, curious glance on the part of Thaine, when she had seen him take up his steak in his hand. Now he saw that she used her dagger as a fork to convey a slice to her leaf-plate, and that she cut off a small piece which she raised to her mouth with her fingers.
Obviously he had made a Martian social error.
Suddenly the girl leaned forward. "Just who are you, masquerading as Sheb Takkor?"
For a moment Thorne was speechless with surprise. Then he replied, "Ever since I met you I have been wanting to tell you, but the consideration of a duty restrained me."
"A duty?"
"Yes. To friends who helped me."
"And now, am I not--another friend who has helped you?"
"Decidedly! Yet, I wonder if you will believe me. I can scarcely believe myself, that I am here."
"Don't be too sure that I would not believe. I know. You are--Hahr Ree Thorne, and you were born on the planet, Dhu Gong, which you call Earth."
"How did you know that?"
"Borgen told me what he was going to do," she replied. "I did not believe it possible, but now I know. You are so different. And you do not understand some of our Martian customs."
"For instance, my manner of eating? Pray tell me where I erred."
"Having a dagger, you would have waited for me to take the first morsel," she said. "Lacking it, you would wait for me to hand you mine, then use it as I used it.”
“ I have been a boor."
"Not at all. One cannot be expected to know the customs of a new world without some instruction." When both had eaten all they wanted, the remainder was tossed to the waiting dalf. Then the girl rose, closed and bolted the door, and selecting two large furs from a pile against the wall, gave one to the Earthman and spread the other on the floor before the fire.
"It is time for sleep," she said. Then, without another word, she lay down on the fur and drawing its folds about her, closed her eyes.
As he spread his fur and rolled himself therein, he again mentally compared his former fiancée to the girl who slept calmly there beside him, and the comparison was overwhelmingly favorable to Thaine.
CHAPTER 6
Thorne was awakened by a touch on his brow. He looked up into the eyes of Thaine.
"We must begin our journey if you would make Castle Takkor by midday," she said.
He threw off his fur and stood up. "I'm ready," he announced.
"First we will eat," she told him.
When they had finished, the girl began packing the utensils and furs together. Thorne helped her to make two large bundles of them, which Tezzu carried down to the boat.
"The Ma Gongi have discovered this camp," she told him, "so it must be abandoned forever."
"But where will you go?"
"I have many better places hidden in the marsh," she replied. "This was merely an outpost."
They gathered up the weapons and went outside. Then the girl poured a small quantity of the sparkling firepowder against the door jamb and dashed a cup of water over it. The logs instantly burst into flame, and when they reached the boat, Thorne, looking back, saw that a thick column of smoke was mounting skyward.
The morning sun was, by this time, halfway to the zenith. Most of the ice had melted in the stream. He noted, also, that many of the leaves where the sun had not yet penetrated were coated with hoar-frost that was rapidly melting into glistening beads of dew.
When they had their cargo stowed, and had taken their places, the girl tossed the tow-rope to Tezzu and indicated with a wave of her hand the direction she wished to go. He plunged into the stream and set off rapidly.
They had only gone a short distance when Thaine cried: "Look there! The boat of the Ma Gongi!"
Thorne looked in the direction she was pointing, and saw a flat boat drawn up on the bank.
"Stop, Tezzu," ordered the girl. Then: "Bring us that boat."
The beast dropped the tow-rope, and swimming in to shore, dragged the boat into the water. Then, seizing its rope he towed it out to where they drifted. Save for a bundle, wrapped in a silky covering, and a half dozen spade-shaped paddles, the boat was empty. Thorne was about to reach for the bundle when the girl checked him. "That is their food," she said, "but it will do us no good." Then she called to the dalf. "Sink it, Tezzu."
Instantly, the beast seized the side of the boat in his huge and powerful jaws. A single crunch crushed the heavy planking as if it had been an eggshell. Tezzu backed away, spitting out the slivers, and the boat filled and sank. Then he took up the tow-rope once more and proceeded on his way.
"I'm curious to know more about these Ma Gongi," Thorne said, "and this strange, forbidden food they eat."
"Legend has it that they did not originate on this planet, but, as their name indicates, on Ma Gong, the planet which now circles your world, but which revolved in an orbit of its own, between your world and mine.
"We know that there was once a mighty civilization here on Mars, and that it was destroyed in
terrible catastrophe. It is just within my lifetime that our scientists have begun to uncover old records--fragments of records--and piece them together. We know now that the catastrophe came about through an interplanetary war, fought with weapons almost beyond imagination. The Ma Gongi had a cold, energy-decreasing interrotating green ray. Any substance touched by this ray would contract to less than one-hundredth of its normal size, with a corresponding increase in density.
"The toughest metals, under this ray, would become as brittle as glass and more dense than lead. But there is a limit to the contractile endurance of all matter, and once that limit is reached the atoms, which have been pushed in upon themselves, explode and disintegrate."
"And did your scientists have this weapon, too?"
"We do not know. Ma Gong was shifted from its orbit to where it now lies, and it is believed that our two moons came from some aspect of the struggle, too. We know that Ma Gong itself was rendered uninhabitable and that our own world was greatly damaged. Some of the Ma Gong must have been stranded on Mars when the war ended in mutual ruin."
"Remarkable," said Thorne.
"The Ma Gong are our enemies still," she went on. "I have often seen them. But other than them, my father, the Takkors and Yirl Du, I have seen no one except the Little People."
"The Little People?"
"They are the friends and allies of my father and me. But the Ma Gongi eat them. That is why I told you the food you saw in their boat would be useless to us. It was the flesh of one of the Little People."
"But who is your father, and why do you two live here in the marsh, instead of among your own kind?"
"My father's name is Miradon. Once he was Vil of Xancibar. There was a revolt, led by a man named Irintz Tel. In order to avoid the calamity of a civil war, my father abdicated, and fled here with me, aided by Sheb Takkor and the Jen of his Free Swordsmen, Yirl Du. These two, alone, knew where we had gone. Here my father reared me. We have been constantly harassed by the minions of Irintz Tel, and lately by the Ma Gongi as well. For three days, now, my father has been absent, and I fear that he has either been slain or captured."
"Then let me help you search for him."
"No, you must return to the castle for the ceremony, or if it has been performed, to assume your rightful place. After that, come if you will, and bring Yirl Du, but no other. He will know how to find me.”
For some time now they had been gliding tortuously through a chain of shallow pools connected by narrow, half-hidden channels. Now there suddenly came into view a broad lake which mirrored at its far side an immense castle of odd and beautiful design, the translucent masonry of which gleamed like burnished gold in the sunshine. A short distance from it, and also bordering the lake, rose the cylindrical, flat-roofed buildings of a teeming city. A large number of gawrs were swimming on the lake and many boats were moored at the docks.
"This is as far as I dare take you," said Thaine. "Yonder, beside Takkor City, lies Castle Takkor. You can reach it by following the lake shore to the right."
Thorne rose and stretched his limbs, cramped from long sitting. Then he bent, took her hand and pressed it to his lips. She seemed startled. "Why did you do that?"
"On my world it is homage one pays to a lady at greeting or parting."
"What a queer custom," she exclaimed. "But I rather like it."
Thorne smiled. "Farewell, little comrade," he said. "Again I thank you for my life, for my entertainment, and most of all for the pleasure of having been with you. As soon as I have attended to my duties at Castle Takkor I will return with Yirl Du, and together we will search for your father."
"Deza go with you, and keep you safe from harm. I will be waiting for you and be expecting you."
Resolutely he turned away and stepped over the side of the boat. He stood there in the shallows watching until the little craft vanished around a bend in the narrow channel.
Keeping to the margin of the lake, he eventually reached the docks without mishap. Most of its occupants were fishermen, and those whose duty it was to tend the gawrs. But he saw a number of warriors standing about, and was surprised to note that they wore the insigne of the Kamud. As he made his way toward the gate which led to the castle, two of them stopped him.
"Where are you going, fellow?" asked one. "And whom do you seek?"
"I go to Castle Takkor," replied Thorne, "and whom I seek is my own affair."
"None of your insolence," growled the other soldier. "When you speak to us, you address the Kamud."
"When you speak to me, you address the Rad of Takkor," Thorne retorted. "Out of my way!"
"Sharp words call for sharper weapons," said one soldier. "Throw down your sword, or you die."
For answer, Thorne came on guard. Then both men attacked him simultaneously. While he could easily have bested either of them alone, he was sorely put to it to keep the two blades from reaching him. Presently, however, one soldier left his head unguarded. Instantly Thorne's sword sheared down through his brain.
For a moment Thorne's blade was held by that cloven skull; then, with a desperate jerk, he freed his weapon and easily disarmed his remaining foe, who instantly turned and fled, bawling lustily for help.
At this juncture a big man, resplendent in purple head-cloak and gold trappings came down the steps that led from the castle gate, followed by a group of lesser officers and a file of soldiers.
"What's all this?" he roared. "Must I have brawling on the first day of my arrival?"
Thorne looked up and recognized Sel Han, against whom the Martian code of honor now forbade him to raise his weapon. Instantly he was surrounded by warriors.
"This imposter who murdered Tir Hanus claims to be the Rad of Takkor," cried the disarmed soldier, "yet we scattered his ashes this morning."
Sel Han looked at Thorne. "You have heard the words of this soldier," he said. "Do you still cling to your preposterous claim?"
"You scattered the ashes of Sheb Takkor the elder. Not mine."
"We also scattered the ashes of Sheb Takkor the younger," replied Sel Han. "His two comrades, Lal Vak and Yirl Du, reported his death yesterday. He fell from his gawr, a distance that would crush him to pulp, therefore it is impossible that he could be alive today. Word was sent to Irintz Tel, and the Dixtar appointed me to administer the estates in the name of the Kamud. As we could not obtain the body of the unfortunate Rad, who fell in the marsh, we performed the ceremony by proxy, using ashes of the aromatic sebolis tree, as is the custom."
"Am I to understand from this that I am officially dead?"
"You are to understand from this that the Rad of Takkor is dead. Also, the title has been abolished. Hereafter the estates will be strictly administered in accordance with the rules of the Kamud. As to who you are, that has not been established. You came to us armed with a sword of the Ma Gongi, and impersonating the dead Rad. When questioned, you slew a soldier of the Kamud. Under the circumstances, it is my duty to arrest you and send you to Dukor for trial."
"You make yourself absurd by claiming that I am dead."
"Yield your sword, or you soon will be," promised Sel Han. "Seize him, men. If he resists, cut him down."
Seeing that resistance against such odds would be foolhardy, Thorne handed his sword to the nearest soldier. Another removed the medal that hung around his neck. Then he was led away by two warriors. They took him into the castle courtyard, where one of the large flying machines he had previously seen stood ready to take off. He was hustled up a set of metal steps and into the body of the craft, where a score of prisoners, guarded by two armed warriors, were chained by metal collars to rings in the wall. A collar was snapped around his neck.
CHAPTER 7
Thorne's journey was not a pleasant one.
Like the other prisoners, the Earthman was compelled by the lurching of the ship to keep a tight hold on his chain with both hands, and thus ease the sudden jerks on his metal collar that would otherwise have choked him. Consequently he was thankful when, after
more than an hour of riding, he sensed that the ship was settling, then felt the shock of its landing.
A moment later the door was flung open by one of the guards and the folding metal steps were dropped. The other guard opened the prisoners' collars, one by one, with a key he carried, and ordered them out the door. Thorne, the third to step out, saw that they were in a large walled inclosure in which were several hundred men, some lying on the ground or lolling against the walls, others pacing up and down, or conversing in small groups.
At the bottom of the ladder an officer waited, attended by two soldiers, one of whom carried a bundle of metal rings. The officer was scanning a paper which the first guard had handed him, evidently a list of prisoners. As each man descended, he asked his name and checked the list. Then the soldier with the rings fastened one about the prisoner's neck and called the number engraved on the ring.
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