The Renegades of Pern

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by Anne McCaffrey


  There! More movement! It looked as if a number of people were spreading out to surround the hold—and more invaders seemed to be crawling down to the other holds. He heard Jayge muttering irritably at the interruption to his nap. Silently Piemur crept to the hammock, reaching up to release first one end from its wall hook and then the other. Maybe he could use it as a second weapon. Dragging the hammock with him, he scooted around the corner of the porch and climbed in through the side window, anxiously scanning the walls for possible weapons.

  ‘Jayge!’ he called softly, seeing the holder sleepily stumbling down the corridor.

  ‘Huh?’ Still groggy, Jayge just stared at him.

  ‘Grab something. You got invaders!’

  ‘Don’t be silly!’ Jayge said in a normal voice. Then his fire-lizards came swooping into the room, squeaking in their panic. ‘Huh?’

  Outside, the canines’ racket took on a new note, almost jubilant. Someone had had the wit to loose them from their pen. Galvanized, Jayge yanked two kitchen knives from their rack just as they heard a sudden shout from the beach.

  ‘Ara! Get the children and run!’ he roared, bounding forward with Piemur to meet the enemy outside.

  It proved an embarrassingly short defense. Six sunburnt tattered men, brandishing swords, pikes, and long daggers, rushed Piemur and Jayge at the base of the short porch steps. Piemur slashed with his knife and thrashed about with the hammock, which was soon cut to shreds despite the clumsiness of the attackers. Curses and shrieks told him that Jayge was making full use of his knives. Someone was yelling orders in a strident voice, screaming with impatience at the attackers’ ineptitude and demanding results. A concerted rush by the attackers pushed both Piemur and Jayge awkwardly against the steps. Piemur heard someone behind him, but before he could react, he felt the crashing blow on his head and slid into oblivion.

  Jayge came to, facedown in sand, head pounding fiercely, ribs and right shoulder aching, aware of the burn of sand-filled cuts all over him. He quickly discovered that he could not shift and ease his discomfort—he was trussed up like a wherry on a spit. He was about to spit out a mouthful of sand when he heard a groan, then a thud, and finally a smug chuckle.

  ‘Back to sleep, harper,’ a harsh-voiced woman said. ‘And that’s how to deal with jumped-up holders, lads. It also prevents them from getting any assistance from those fire-lizards or anyone else. Now—’ Her voice went from cajolery to sheer venom. ‘I want the woman and her brats. Without them, this whole effort is worthless.’

  Inadvertently Jayge stiffened, straining against his bonds. Thella! He had never believed his own words when he had reassured Aramina over and over that the woman must have perished, or been apprehended. Of late, when their formal acquisition of the Paradise River Hold had meant that their names would be circulated, he had had twinges of anxiety. If Thella lived, would she hear? Would she care? Would she act? Common sense made that seem unlikely. But common sense was not a likely virtue in someone as vindictive as Thella.

  Fortunately Ara had managed to escape with the children. Also, he was relieved to recall that V’line was due back to collect Piemur and Jancis! A dragon in the sky could be quite a deterrent to the type of holdless men that would fall in with a renegade like Thella. How long had he been unconscious? The heat was still oppressive, so he might have been out… just long enough, he thought sourly, to be trussed up so thoroughly.

  ‘I thought it was him you wanted to kill?’ someone complained indignantly.

  ‘Killing’s easy. I want him to suffer! As he’s made me suffer for the past two Turns. But that can be best accomplished by forcing him to watch what I’ve planned for her! And you imbecilic dolts let her get away from you!’ Jayge heard the sound of startled grunts.

  ‘Why kick us? We did out best,’ someone complained. ‘You never said nothing about canines! Vicious, they was. Couldn’t get past ‘em. Fangs a hand long. Great brutes as big as herdbeasts!’

  ‘There were six of you, with swords and spears! More than enough to take a drudge slut. Are these all tied up now? And the women in the fisherholds? All right, then, now we go after her. She can’t go far with small kids. She may be holed up in those big ruins. If she took to the forest, that underbrush is so thick she’ll have to have left some sort of a trail even tunnel turds like you could find. I want her and those children. She’ll wish she’d never been born before I’m through with them. And her.’

  ‘Now, look, Thella,’ the spokesman protested. ‘You didn’t say nothin’ about savaging anybody! I don’t hold with—’ There was a loud and sickening gasp, and then a silence more telling than any words.

  ‘I trust that answers any question?’ Thella challenged, her voice edged despite a mockingly light tone. ‘Bloors, your leg may be sliced, but you’ve two good arms. Take this club, and when anyone so much as twitches, you clout ‘em good. Just behind the ear! Got it? If I find that one of them has moved so much as a muscle when I get back, I’ll hamstring you. You, pick up that rope. You, the nets, to wrap our guests up in. You others, grab some of those spears. Those should do for the canines. Now, follow me.’

  Jayge tried to figure out how many men Thella had with her. He knew that he had sunk the longer knife in someone’s belly and blooded some of the others who had pressed in on him. Piemur had made good use of that jungle blade of his before he had been overcome. He heard the grate and grind of sand underfoot and cracked his eyes a bare fraction to count four sets of feet going past him, flicking sand in his face. Thella’s voice went off to his right, down past Temma’s and Swacky’s holds and toward the warehouse. Jancis? Had it been she who had loosed the canines?

  More sand spattered across his face. He was aware of a fetid odor—blood, stale sweat, and fish oils—and something looming over him. He almost winced as a club prodded him experimentally. This Bloors took his duty seriously. In the distance Jayge could hear Thella directing the search of the ruins. Let her! Aramina would have made for the woods and most likely headed for the great fellis trees that stood in a grove beyond the first thickets. If Ara could hide in one of the great densely leaved trees—and keep the children quiet—Thella could be searching a long time. Long enough, he hoped, for him to somehow free himself and overcome the one guard.

  Bloors had stopped moving, but Jayge could hear sounds that suggested that the man was evidently settling himself on the verandah steps. He strained against painfully tight bonds and pumped up his chest, despite sore ribs, to try to loosen the ropes binding his arms to his sides. His wrists were secured behind his back, and his ankles were so constricted that he could barely feel his feet. Grimly he twisted his wrists, seeking any slack in the ropes, while he listened to Thella banging about in the warehouse, looking for any sign of the fugitives.

  As he carefully worked his wrists, he became conscious of other silences. There were no canine sounds, not a single whine, bark, or growl. The beasts could all have been killed, but reviewing the comments he had overheard, Jayge thought that some had survived to protect Aramina. Most conspicuous was the absence of fire-lizards. His were not as well trained as Piemur’s, but they, too, had been present during the fight, diving at the invaders, scratching and biting. With Bloors on guard, he could not risk calling to them. Besides, Piemur was the only person they knew to go to with messages. Where was Piemur’s Farli? The harper claimed that his queen showed more initiative than most. Was she off trying to rouse help? If only Bloors could be gotten out of the way, perhaps Jayge could get his fire-lizards to bite through the cords around him.

  Where was Farli likely to go for help? To V’line and Clarinath? Brief hope encouraged Jayge. The sight of V’line and his bronze might be enough to send Bloors scampering off, if only to warn Thella. Once Jayge was free, he would settle Thella for once and for all. He was consumed with the desire to feel his sword slide into her belly, to hear that arrogant voice beg for mercy.

  A comforting thought, but it brought no slack to his bindings—the constriction was slowly t
aking all feeling from his fingers. His dry throat began to tickle, but he dared not cough. He pushed the sand from his mouth, holding on to a small shell, which he sucked to encourage salivation. Someone beside him groaned and stirred in the sand, and Bloors applied the club. How many such blows could a skull absorb without permanent damage? Jayge wondered desperately.

  He heard some distant shouting and crashing—and still no canine growls. Thella had a huge area to search. If Ara could manage to keep the children quiet…

  There was another thunk of club against flesh. Something heavy and damp fell across Jayge’s back, forcing a gasp from him.

  ‘Easy!’ a quiet voice cautioned.

  ‘V’line?’

  ‘K’van.’ The bronze rider was already sawing at Jayge’s bonds. ‘Aramina yelled—a good knack to rediscover at a moment of crisis. Heth responded. I can see why. Did Thella leave only the one guard?’

  ‘Yes. She took the rest off to hunt Aramina and the children. I don’t know how many she has. K’van, I don’t need to remind you how dangerous Thella is.’

  ‘No, you don’t.’ K’van cut the final strand and turned Jayge over. As blood rushed into starved tissues, Jayge gasped and writhed with pain. K’van massaged his limbs to help encourage circulation. ‘Easy now. It’ll be awhile before Thella realizes her quarry is well away.’ He helped Jayge to his feet. ‘Stamp your feet.’ Then he projected his voice cautiously toward the hold. ‘It’s all right, Mina. Get some of that rotgut Jayge makes. He needs it and so will the others.’

  ‘You rescued Ara?’ Jayge reeled more from relief than physical weakness.

  K’van steadied him, eyes twinkling. ‘Plucked her out of the trees this time—her, Jancis, and the two children. Had to leave the canines behind.’ He began tying up the gagged and unconscious Bloors.

  Jayge shook his head at the dragonrider’s levity. ‘Look, K’van, ask Heth to contact Ramoth and Mnementh. They’ll want to know…’ Jayge’s stiff, thick hands refused to close on the dagger in Bloors’ belt.

  ‘I expect they will, but as Benden Weyr’s fighting Threadfall, Heth can’t bespeak them yet.’

  ‘Then call up your own Weyr!’

  K’van gave him a long, measuring look. ‘You know I can’t do that, Jayge.’

  ‘I don’t understand you, K’van. I thought you were our friend, and now when we really need your help…’

  ‘I’ve already done more than I should,’ K’van said, a trace of impatience in his tone as he bent to cut Temma loose.

  Jayge had no chance to argue with him, for at that moment Aramina came running down the steps and into his arms. The skinful of spirits banged against his sore ribs. His embrace was perfunctory as he was still seething at K’van’s unwillingness to help more. Then he saw Jancis, carrying Janara on one arm while Readis clutched her skirt, and he had to reassure the children, as well.

  ‘Jancis, that was quick thinking, to free the canines then,’ he said fervently.

  ‘Seemed the logical thing to do,’ she said, shrugging off his praise. Placing Janara on the ground, she knelt by Piemur, who was pallid under his deep tan. ‘Awful woman! Isn’t she the one Telgar and Lemos were hunting so earnestly? Well, drink up and then hand the wineskin to me, will you, Jayge? I don’t like Piemur’s color.’

  Jayge obeyed and found that a long swig of the strong spirits proved to be a powerful restorative.

  ‘Temma could use some as well,’ K’van said, helping the groggy woman to a sitting position. Aramina gently began to rub the older woman’s red and swollen wrists and ankles. The two children, still subdued by their experiences, stood close together, wide-eyed, watching the adults.

  ‘Free Swacky, Jayge,’ K’van suggested, ignoring the furious look Jayge shot him as he cut Nazer’s bonds.

  ‘If you’d only send for a wing, K’van, or even a few more riders…’

  ‘Much as I would like to, I can’t compromise the Weyr, Jayge, not without Benden’s permission,’ K’van said impassively. ‘It could be constituted as direct interference in hold management. You have to rescue yourself from Thella.’

  ‘He’s right, Jayge,’ Jancis said, briskly massaging Piemur’s bruised arms and wrists.

  ‘But you…’

  ‘Heth heard Aramina, and he rousted me out of the Weyrhold in only my pants.’ K’van shuddered involuntarily. ‘We came out of between right over her head. There wasn’t much else I could do except pick her out of that tree.’ He gave an exasperated snort. ‘I’ll take knocks enough for that later, but Heth didn’t ask. Maybe F’lar will permit the lapse on those grounds: a rider rarely wins an argument with his dragon.’

  ‘But you had to save Aramina and my children!’

  ‘And so I did!’ K’van’s patience was wearing a little thin, and he frowned at the irate holder. ‘I would again, even if I knew the circumstances beforehand. The rest, my friend, is now up to you. There’s another couple of hours before I can contact the Benden Weyrleaders, and I don’t think Thella’s going to be barging around in your orchard that long. Pass me that wineskin. Swacky looks like he needs a long pull.’

  ‘There are five of us,’ Jayge began, forcing his anger with the bronze rider out of his mind and trying to organize a strategy.

  ‘Seven.’ Jancis said firmly.

  ‘I don’t know how many Thella has with her.’

  ‘Well, she’s lost a few,’ Jancis said helpfully, pointing to five bodies laid out to one side of the porch.

  ‘Six came at us,’ Temma said hoarsely, shaking her hands to increase the blood flow. ‘I managed a couple of good blows, and I know Nazer knifed one in the chest.’

  ‘Three attacked me, and I got one, but I don’t think I killed him,’ Swacky said.

  ‘Are all the canines dead, Ara?’ Jayge asked. They would attack anything on command.

  ‘Only one. The rest are up the tree,’ Aramina said with a brief grin. ‘Jancis heaved and I pulled. They’re perched out of sight—I hope—and on a stay command. I was going to organize the fire-lizards, but then Heth appeared and they all departed.’

  From the woods the shouts of the frustrated searchers could be plainly heard, with a louder female voice exhorting them to climb up into the trees if they could not check from the ground.

  ‘Was Farli among the fire-lizards?’ Piemur asked weakly, a healthier color gradually reducing his pallor.

  ‘I didn’t see her,’ Jancis replied.

  ‘She probably went for help once I was knocked out.’

  ‘To the Master Harper?’ K’van asked.

  ‘I suppose!’

  ‘Alemi and the fishermen would be nearer to hand,’ Aramina said, shielding her eyes to peer out at the sea-reach. ‘Would she have the wit to go to them?’

  ‘Finding them and getting them back here in time are two separate matters,’ said Swacky, who did not think that much of fire-lizard abilities. ‘And where are Alemi’s womenfolk?’

  ‘Tied up in their holds,’ Jayge said, gesturing toward the cots farther up the river bank. ‘Ara, you and Jancis take the children and go free them. If, by any miracle, Thella left the skiffs intact, I want everyone to pile into them and sail out into the bay until Alemi returns.’

  Aramina bristled. ‘I’m not running away again, Jayge Lilcamp!’

  ‘I think you’d make it a lot easier for Jayge if you were out of Thella’s range,’ K’van said firmly. ‘You and the children. Let him deal with her. It’s going to come to that one way or another, you know.’ And with that the bronze dragonrider looked Jayge squarely in the eyes.

  ‘And long overdue!’ Jayge said savagely. ‘Go on, Aramina. She won’t find me such an easy mark this time.’

  ‘Or any of us!’ Swacky said fiercely, his eyes bright with anger. He had been searching among the weapons piled on the porch: he found his own sword and passed Piemur his broad jungle blade. ‘You, me, Temma, Nazer, and Piemur, if he’s got his wits back…’ He grinned when Piemur cursed him roundly. ‘We can cause a lot of damage a
gainst such an undisciplined bag of scum with no need to compromise the dragonrider. Dragonriders,’ he corrected himself, pointing one of the hunting spears downriver, where a second dragon was lazily gliding in to land.

  The newcomer settled on the beach not far from Heth. Then his eyes whirled from placid green to agitated orange, and he emitted a startled bleat.

  ‘Heth just brought Clarinath up to date,’ K’van said with a wry grin.

  V’line was scrambling down his dragon’s side and came racing toward them, his expression anxious. ‘Is it true? You’ve been attacked, Jayge? By whom? It’s outrageous. This sort of thing can’t be permitted.’

  ‘Permission is never the issue,’ K’van said grimly. ‘And our hands are tied in such matters.’

  ‘Oh, yes, that’s true, you’re right,’ V’line said, belatedly recalling Weyr strictures.

  A frantic fire-lizard erupted into the air above Piemur’s head and then wrapped herself around his neck, threatening to strangle him with relief.

  ‘Hold it, Farli, hold it! I can’t understand you,’ Piemur exclaimed, protecting his face from her lickings and unwinding her tail from his neck. ‘Once again, more slowly. Ah, really? Weren’t you a clever one!’ Piemur managed a grin as he explained. ‘She found Alemi, and he’s just beyond the point. He sent her to see what’s happened. Jancis, you got anything to write on? And what do I tell him, Jayge?’

  ‘Alemi had six crew—that gives us twelve.’ Swacky looked pleased.

  ‘We can’t wait,’ Jayge said. ‘We’ll have to rely on surprise—and luck.’

  ‘They won’t expect canines to come out of a tree,’ Aramina suggested.

  Jayge pawed through the weapons, searching for a dagger. Solemnly K’van handed him his own blade.

  ‘They’re heading into the grove now,’ Swacky said, cocking his head at the sounds of men crashing through the undergrowth. ‘We can sneak after ‘em, pick ‘em off one by one.’ He flexed his sword arm, grinning in anticipation.

 

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