Killer Plants Of Binaark rb-33

by Джеффри Лорд

  The Keeper’s words were so melodramatic that Blade would have laughed if it hadn’t been for the man’s tone and expression. «Something to do with the queen?»

  «Yes.»

  Blade rose and followed Sikkurad into the library. Inside he sat down on a leather-covered bench, while the Keeper pulled a heavily-padded inner door into place behind the main one.

  «No one can hear us now. I trust my guards in most things, but I will not trust even them in this matter.»

  «Very wise.»

  Sikkurad frowned. «Blade, do you think the queen wants you in her bed?»

  Blade had to assume that this pointless question was meant seriously, but found it hard not to laugh. «I’d wager my manhood on it.»

  «You may be wagering your life.»

  «Perhaps. But I’ve wagered it before without losing it.»

  «Not against Tressana of Jaghd. For a woman she is something terrible. She frightens even Keepers who have fought in war.» Sikkurad pulled at his hair in a distracted manner.

  This time Blade had to fight down anger. If he had to sit here until Sikkurad got his nerves under control and started making sense, they’d be here all night. He stood up.

  «Sikkurad, do you remember what I said in the prison? I do not like long talks that go nowhere. You seem to want to tell me something of great importance about Queen Tressana. Something where my life may even be at stake. But so far you have told me nothing. Now tell me quickly, or I am going to go and take my bath.»

  «You would not get past my guards.»

  Blake tried to bluff. «Perhaps not, unless I took you a prisoner.»

  Sikkurad swallowed but shook his head. «That would not save you or stop them, even if I died. And if I died, how would you learn what I am about to tell you? Without learning it, how could you help our people? Blade, I think you will not let a chance to do much good pass simply because you do not like the way I talk. You are skilled in war, but you will work for peace as well.»

  Blade sat down, smiling. He’d expected his bluff to fail, but not quite so thoroughly. Sikkurad’s courage might be well hidden under all the roundabout talk, but it was definitely there. So was an exceptionally keen eye for other men’s strengths and weaknesses. Blade would have been happy to see Sikkurad’s words-«you are skilled in war, but you will work for peace as well»- carved on his tombstone, in this or any other Dimension. He decided to listen to the man no matter how long-winded he was.

  «I will work for peace when I can. But right now it seems that Jaghd is preparing for war against Elstan.»

  Sikkurad started. «You know? Who told you?»

  Blade explained how he’d listened to the rumors, and gradually the Keeper relaxed. Then he sighed, and began talking in short, jerky sentences. «You’re right. Tressana’s war is coming. How soon, we do not know. Not too soon, because she has asked you to the palace. It will need time, time for her to learn your ways, deal with Curim, have her guards accept you. Jollya would be happy to see you leading the men.»

  «No doubt,» Blade murmured politely. This would all make sense if he listened long enough.

  «We must let you go. Now. So you must learn all you need to know here, today. We don’t have the rest of the month. Tressana will be suspicious if we take it.» «We?» Sikkurad charged on as if he were deaf. «You must learn how Tressana will deal with Elstan. Everything depends on that. If she will join their strength with ours, well and good. If not, something must be done.»

  «About what?»

  «Tressana’s war, of course.»

  «Why the hurry?» It began to sound as if Blade was to spy on the queen. If that was so he wasn’t going to refuse completely, but he’d be damned if he’d let Sikkurad hustle him! Trying to do intelligence work in a hurry was usually unsuccessful and sometimes disastrous. «The Adrim won’t be navigable again for months, and if you’re going through the mountains-«

  «Oh, we won’t be doing either. We’re going through the forest of Binaark. «

  Blade ran the incredible words back and forth through his mind several times. After a moment he decided to believe in the simplest explanation: Sikkurad had said it and meant it.

  «How?»

  Sikkurad pulled down a scroll from a pigeonhole in one of the cabinets, unrolled it on his desk, weighted down both ends, and motioned Blade to join him. Blade saw that the scroll was a map. Then Sikkurad began to speak. After listening for a few minutes, Blade understood a good deal more about the history of this Dimension. He even understood how the army of Jaghd was planning to march through the forest of Binaark.

  As Blade suspected, this Dimension had once been devastated by war. Nuclear weapons, chemicals, and bacteria had all been used freely, and not just once but several times over the course of a century. In Jaghd this was called the Time of the Burning. In Elstan it was called the Time of the Dead. Among the barbarian tribes to the west of Jaghd it was called the Time when the Gods Slept.

  «No doubt there are other lands where it is called other things,» said Sikkurad. «The world before the Burning was much larger than it is now. But we know nothing of those lands and the men who may have survived elsewhere. Indeed, until Tressana came to rule Jaghd, only the Keepers did not fear to learn about the people of other lands.»

  Blade nodded. The idea that a stranger must be an enemy runs deep in most people. If the people are the survivors of a nuclear war the fear runs even deeper than usual. If Tressana had done anything to fight that fear, she had done at least one good thing for her people.

  How long ago the Time of the Burning was, no one could be sure. No way of accurately dating it was known, even to the Keepers. Certainly much of the damage from the war had disappeared, but not all. Wide stretches of land were still blighted, particularly in Elstan. Strange and sometimes terrible mutations were not unknown among men and animals, and quite common among plants.

  «The killer plants of the forest of Binaark were one of those mutations?»

  «Yes. They grew quickly after the Burning, and bred true.»

  Blade also learned from the keeper that by the time the survivors on either side of the forest recovered from the burning, the killer plants stood between them. The mountains were completely inaccessible half the year and impassable for trading purposes the rest of the time. The Adrim could carry any amount of trade, but only for two months out of the year. Slowly but surely, the survivors to the east and west of the forest became two separate peoples.

  On their plains, the Jaghdi became stockbreeders and farmers, with rich fields and herds. In their mountains, the Elstani became miners and metalworkers. Among both, there were men with the duty of passing down what knowledge had survived from before the Burning and, if possible, recovering what had been lost. The Jaghdi called these men the Keepers; the Elstani called them Masters.

  In Jaghd the Keepers were experts in the biological sciences, including stockbreeding, plant grafting, medicine, and organic chemistry. They were also skilled builders in stone and wood. In Elstan the Masters knew just about everything there was to know about mining and metalworking.

  In both lands the knowledge was very much rule-of-thumb-neither the Keepers nor the Masters had rediscovered the scientific method nor the advanced technology of their predecessors. That didn’t mean their knowledge couldn’t be taken seriously. Blade knew that the Roman Empire had worked rather well for several centuries with out anything resembling the scientific method or modern-day technology.

  The generations went by and turned into centuries. The trade between the Jaghdi and the Elstani became essential to both, although each tried to get the best of the bargain. The Jaghdi sold the Elstani only sterile animals if possible; the Elstani preferred not to sell the Jaghdi finished metal weapons. Both understood that as long as Binaark and its killer plants stood between them, neither could do much to change the situation.

  «It seemed willed by the gods,» said Sikkurad. «Indeed, there are some who believe that the killer plants are the gods. Onc
e these people even made human sacrifices to them. It will be interesting what they say when our army marches through ‘the home of the gods’ in the forest.»

  The Keeper went on to explain that more than any other person in Jaghd, it was Queen Tressana who’d started the Jaghdi on what might be the road to the conquest of Elstan. She’d married Prince Manro when she was only fourteen, five years before he came to the throne of Jaghd. Two years after being crowned, he became seriously ill. After a while his body recovered, but his mind never did.

  «Did Tressana have anything to do with the illness?»

  Sikkurad started, even though they were as secure as possible from prying ears. Then he shrugged. «That is a question not often asked these past ten years.»

  «I know. But it is one I need answered. A woman who will have her husband poisoned to destroy his mind-«

  «I understand. Tressana has shown that she could do such a thing now. Whether she could have done it then-and whether she had the opportunity to do it even if she had the will-no one knows.»

  Blade would have liked to know more, but he was glad to learn that Sikkurad wasn’t the sort of man to peddle gossip or boast of knowledge he didn’t have.

  So Tressana was a childless widow at twenty-one. Within a year she was ruling as Queen of Jaghd in her own right, the first woman ever to do this. Ruling queens weren’t exactly unlawful in Jaghd, but no one had ever expected to see one. The women of Jaghd were supposed to bear the children, manage the houses, and no more.

  «It’s different in Elstan?»

  «Yes.»

  Among the Elstani, women could do everything except fight in war, and since the Elstani seldom fought wars this hardly mattered. There were even women Masters in Elstan. Why the two peoples were so different, Sikkurad couldn’t explain. It had been this way as long as the Jaghdi and Elstani were two peoples.

  «And it will probably always be this way, no matter how many young women Tressana puts in armor and sends riding off on rolghas!» growled Sikkurad. For a moment the Keeper was only a sad father whose hopes of a brilliant career for his daughter had been dashed.

  In fact, forming the Women’s Guard was about the only really surprising thing Tressana had done. She’d taken her share of lovers, of course, and she’d occasionally been cruel, but these were traditional privileges of the rulers of Jaghd. After a while most people got used to the idea of a woman ruling them, even if they didn’t like it. It helped that Tressana gave wise judgments when she knew the facts, appointed honest officials when she could find them, lowered taxes when she could afford it, and generally worked hard and well at the job of ruling Jaghd.

  Five years of this was enough to seat her firmly on the throne of Jaghd. Then she gathered the Keepers in secret, and told them she wanted a way of taking an army through the forest of Binaark. She didn’t care what it was or how they found it or what it cost. She wanted it.

  «It is time to undo the work of the Burning,» she said. «And for more than that. It is time for Jaghd and Elstan to be one people.»

  It was three years before Tressana got what she wanted, even though the Keepers worked harder than ever before. Some worked in the hope of great rewards; others worked in fear of horrible punishments. But eventually they discovered that the secretions of a gland in the bone-eating green beetles gave off a distinctive scent, which suppressed the attack reflex of the killer plants. Would a man giving off the same scent also be safe from attack? Probably. But that meant finding some way of synthesizing the secretion, or at least its scent. There wouldn’t be enough beetles in the whole forest to protect more than a handful of men.

  Sikkurad was proud of the work he’d done in searching for a synthetic scent. He talked about it so long that Blade began to worry about their being interrupted by visitors or guards. Then suddenly he realized what Sikkurad was really describing, and stopped worrying about anything else. Sikkurad was describing the rediscovery of the scientific method. He wasn’t using words like «experiment» or «result» but he was certainly describing them clearly enough. Blade wondered if Queen Tressana would ever realize what a gift she’d made to her people and her world, or how she’d pushed civilization in this Dimension an enormous step forward. Now it hardly mattered whether her planned invasion of Elstan succeeded or not.

  Or did it? Sikkurad was going on, describing how hundreds of gallons of the synthetic scent were now being made at a time. A wad of cloth soaked with the scent and worn around the neck would protect a man for nearly a week. Two or three would protect a rolgha or a draft animal. There was already enough synthetic scent to protect thousands of men, with more being made every day. As soon as the harvest was in, the Jaghdi would be able to march through the forest and surprise the Elstani.

  «We think the scent is still a secret. So even though the Elstani may know that we prepare for war, they don’t know how. They will be ready for us to come up the Adrim, or over the mountains. They will leave the forest unprotected, as it has always been. That may mean the end of them.»

  «The end of them?»

  «Yes, perhaps. We do not know what Tressana plans to do with the Elstani when she has defeated them. Does she intend to make them one with the Jaghd people, as she has said, or does she intend to make them slaves? We want you to learn this.»

  «Who is ‘we’? And it’s too late not to tell me,» Blade added sharply.

  «The Keepers. Or at least seven of the twelve.»

  «I thought so.» There was no reason to refuse the request, but he still wanted to know more. «Why should Tressana tell me anything about her plans which isn’t common knowledge?»

  «She has summoned you to the palace, Blade. That means she is impatient to have you in her bed. Women say things in bed they do not say elsewhere.»

  «Not all women.»

  «Most women. And I suspect that very few could resist you.»

  Blade ignored the flattery. «A queen might. Tressana isn’t the sort to babble just because she’s been served well.»

  Sikkurad laughed. «Probably not. But I think you have been summoned for more than keeping her happy in bed. Curim is not going to be captain of the Men’s Guard much longer. He is brave and a good fighter, but his foul temper has made him enemies even among his own men. You might find yourself the new captain of the Men’s Guard.»

  «And then?»

  There was no mistaking the desperate sincerity in Sikkurad’s voice. «Learn what she plans for the Elstani, Blade. Learn whether she will accept them as free men, or wants them all made slaves. We do not know. We must learn, before the army marches into the forest.»

  Suddenly Blade began to understand what was making Sikkurad desperate. «If she wants to make slaves of the Elstani, that means killing their leaders. And their leaders are the Masters.»

  Sikkurad almost giggled with relief. «Then you understand? You are with us? You are not deceiving me? If you are…» He apparently couldn’t think of any punishment awful enough for Blade if he was lying.

  Blade shook his head. «I am on the side of the Keepers. If Tressana wants to slaughter the Masters of Elstan, she ought to be stopped. Too much knowledge which both peoples can use would die with them.»

  Particularly now that the Keepers have just rediscovered the scientific method. With the two peoples and everything they know united….

  It would save this Dimension generations, possibly centuries, on the way back to being a modern civilization. Blade knew he’d do anything he could to help things along. He also suspected that he’d be risking a knife in the back from people who didn’t understand what he was trying to do.

  Chapter 10

  This was all Blade learned from Sikkurad. The Keeper obviously had more to say, but was too afraid of making his household suspicious by staying in the library with Blade long enough to say it. At times the Keeper seemed one of the bravest men Blade had ever met. At other times he seemed ready to start at his own shadow. Blade wondered which would get him first, Queen Tressana or an ulcer.
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  Blade had learned enough, fortunately. He now knew what he had to listen for and most of what he had to guard against. Sikkurad might have told him a little more about Queen Tressana herself, but would it have been reliable information? For all his intelligence, the Keeper obviously had trouble accepting women who ruled or rode into battle. Jollya would probably be able to tell him more about Tressana, but when would he be able to talk to her? When he did, could he avoid getting Jollya dangerously involved in the Keepers’ plotting? Even if Tressana didn’t become suspicious, what about Curim? He might be willing to attack Jollya as a way of attacking Blade.

  Blade considered all this while he took his bath, then put it firmly out of his mind. If there were any answers, he’d find them more easily after a good dinner and a night’s sleep. This might be the last dinner in quite a while he could eat without having to worry about poison in his food, and the last night he could go to sleep without barring his door against assassins.

  Dinner was so good that Blade couldn’t entirely avoid stray thoughts of «the condemned man’s last meal.» He ate soup, roast lamb, and honey cakes, washing everything down with plenty of good red wine. He finished the meal with a cup of herb-scented tea, then went back to his room.

  He’d just finished locking the door and was sitting down on a footstool to pull off his boots when he heard a low growl from outside the shuttered window. Before he could move, the shutters flew open as if they’d been hit by a cannon ball. With a snarl one of the hunting cats sprang down into the room.

  The wine at dinner hadn’t slowed Blade’s reflexes. He drew his knife with one hand and snatched a heavy candlestick off the table with the other. He wasn’t sure whether this would stop an attack or provoke one, but he wasn’t going to face one of the cats barehanded!

  The cat saw Blade’s readiness and crouched, tail lashing ominously and wide green eyes glowing. Blade saw that the cat wore a leather collar with Sikkurad’s house badge on it in silver thread, and also another badge he didn’t recognize. The cat snarled again and Blade braced himself to meet its spring.