Conspirators of Gor (83 page)

“I am told,” said he, “that there is a strange ship in the higher levels of the Crag, a ship which might sail amongst mountains, a ship borne not by water, but by air, or less.”

“Such things are possible,” I said.

“I learned of this from Grendel, through Astrinax,” he said.

I supposed the lair of this ship, perhaps somehow housed within the crag, had been discovered by Grendel. Certainly he had been often enough out of the Cave.

“Doubtless it was in such a ship,” I said, “that he was to be envoyaged to the distant world, one of metal, where he was to plead the cause of Agamemnon, acquire resources, and enlist allies.”

“Four times,” said Desmond of Harfax, “before the revolt of Lucius, despite the importunities of Agamemnon, Timarchos, Lysymachos, and others, Grendel sought to postpone this journey, meanwhile laboring on our behalf.”

“I understand,” I said.

“One pretext after another was proposed, each more exasperating to Agamemnon and his adherents than the other. Then, before we were well organized, the abortive revolt of Lucius took place. The aftermath of the revolt has been unfortunate. The movements of Agamemnon have become more guarded, men have been disarmed, and Kurii patrol the Cave and guard the great portal.”

“Things would be difficult,” I said.

“Even with Grendel, and some trust in him by Agamemnon and his cohorts, I fear they would have been impossible.”

“I saw him taken,” I said, “by the great portal.”

“Why now?” he asked.

“I do not know,” I said.

“Nor I,” he said.

I recalled Grendel, roped, being led down the hall, preceding his captors, bearing their primitive but terrible weapons.

“Our plans have come to naught,” he said.

I was silent.

“There is another danger,” he said.

“What is that?” I asked.

“Given the suppression of the revolt, and the increased security in the Cave,” he said, “the increased suspicion and watchfulness, the fear of further disruption or dissension, the intensified vigilance, our small organization of men, secret and subversive, intent on exposing the machinations of Agamemnon and his cohorts, is in ever greater jeopardy. How can it not be discovered, if not now, tomorrow, or the day after?”

“Perhaps all will survive,” I said.

“It is clear how at least one might survive,” he said.

“How?” I asked.

“By betraying the rest,” he said.

Chapter Forty-Four

“I recognize you,” said the guard. “You are his grooming slave.”

“I am not such a slave,” I said. “I have groomed him. Will you deliver the tray to him?”

“No,” said the guard.

“I fear to approach him,” I said.

“He will not hurt you,” said the guard. He then sounded the small bar in the background and, in a bit, another guard appeared, carrying one of the bulky, complex crossbows. The door to the cell was then opened, and I was ushered within. I did my best to appear reluctant. I heard the gate close behind me.

“Groom him,” said the guard. “He dies tomorrow.”

All these remarks from the guard, of course, were transmitted by means of his translator.

The two guards then withdrew.

If the prisoner had cared to tear my head from my shoulders, my arms from my body, there would have been nothing to prevent it.

“Tal, Allison,” said Grendel.

“I beg your forgiveness, Master,” I said, “for doubting you.”

“You were supposed to doubt me,” said Grendel.

“How is it,” I asked, “that they have turned on you?”

“The matter was simple,” he said. “It was inevitable that their suspicions would be aroused. I would not fight for Agamemnon, I would not execute those who were foolish enough to avail themselves of the amnesty. I sought excuses for delaying my departure for the steel world of Arcesilaus. Indeed, I was surprised at their patience. One does not expect such of my fellow Kurii.”

“You were crucial to their plans,” I said. “You were not to be lightly expended.”

“Apparently,” he said. “But they then devised a test, one I must refuse to pass, to see if I were sincerely of their camp.”

“They threatened the Lady Bina,” I said.

“Nothing so simple,” he said. “One might always negotiate, delay things, make promises, fail to keep them, make new promises, fail to keep them, and so on.”

“That might have earned enough time to escape the Cave,” I said.

“That would have been my hope,” he said. “As you know, matters were moving forward. Supplies might have been gathered, warm clothing found for the humans, the Lady Bina freed, and the guards at the gate dealt with, hopefully benignly. It might well have been dangerous, particularly if we were pursued in force, but the stakes were high, and there seemed little choice.”

“What happened, then?” I asked.

“Returning to the Cave,” he said, “I was apprehended, bound, and conducted into the presence of Agamemnon, and confronted with the test.”

“I saw you arrested, at the great portal,” I said. “What was the test?”

“Bite at the fur,” he said. “Appear to groom me.”

I obeyed, and, shortly thereafter, the two guards returned. Grendel had doubtless heard their approach.

“Feed,” ordered the first guard.

I drew back, and Grendel, humbly, turned to the tray. The guards then, again, withdrew.

He then faced me, and I went close to his muzzle.

“The test was a simple one, exquisite, worthy of Agamemnon,” said Grendel. “The Lady Bina was present. I was instructed to kill her, immediately. I refused, and that was the end of the matter. Thus were my lies and ruses exposed. My pretense of being of the party of Agamemnon was proved fraudulent.”

“The Lady Bina must have been terrified,” I said.

“Not at all,” he said. “She fears nothing from me.”

“How is that?” I asked.

“I am her guard,” he said.

“You are to be executed tomorrow,” I said.

“Agamemnon will have to find another envoy to the world of Arcesilaus,” he said.

“I do not think there is another,” I said, “and certainly none who might be expected to be taken as seriously as you, nor exercise an influence such as yours.”

“Perhaps,” he said.

“You have dealt a great blow to the plans of Agamemnon,” I said.

“With respect to remote support, at least for a time,” he said.

“Master Desmond,” I said, “without your leadership, despairs of escaping the Cave, of braving the Voltai, of counteracting the conspiracy. Pausanias and his wagons may already be near Venna.”

“Desmond is a fine leader, one of intelligence, power, and honor,” said Grendel.

“He puts me in a cage when it pleases him,” I said. “If he owned me, I have little doubt but what I would be well corded, well roped, and chained.”

“I take it you hate him,” said Grendel.

“Yes!” I said.

“And how is it then,” he asked, “that you love him?”

“I, love?” I said.

“Yes,” he said.

“On Earth,” I said, “I did not love. I did not know what love was. But here, with a collar fastened on my neck, I know.”

“You love Desmond of Harfax,” he said.

“Yes,” I said.

“With the love of a free woman?” he asked.

“No,” I said. “I love him with the most profound and deepest love a woman can know. I love him with the love of a helpless, yielding slave for her master.”

“Tomorrow, at the Ninth Ahn,” said Grendel, “I am to be taken from the Cave and executed. Perhaps you might leave the Cave a few Ehn before the Ninth Ahn and walk to the Sixth Ahn.”

“I do not understand,” I said.

“There is no escape for you, of course,” he said. “If you were not caught, you would die of cold, or be eaten by animals.”

“What are you saying?” I asked.

“You would be well advised to return promptly,” he said. “You might not even be missed. If you returned soon, and of your own accord, you might not even be switched.”

“There are guards,” I said.

“They might not be observant,” he said. “In any event, they are not likely to leave their post.”

“Why should I do this?” I asked.

“Perhaps you thought to run, and then wisely changed your mind,” he said.

“Master?” I said, puzzled.

“Remember,” he said, “walk to the Sixth Ahn.”

“How can I walk for so many Ahn,” I asked, “if I leave before the Ninth Ahn?”

“You will only have to walk a little,” he said, “only a few Ehn.”

“To the Sixth Ahn?” I said.

“Precisely,” he said.

“I understand nothing of this,” I said.

“It is better that you do not,” he said.

At this point the two guards entered the outer chamber. Shortly thereafter I removed the tray, the plate, and tankard from the cell.

Chapter Forty-Five

Shortly before the Ninth Ahn, I was in the large hall, leading to the great portal. I moved very carefully, my back to the wall on the left, as one would approach the great portal from the inside. I was several yards from the opening. One of the guards turned, regarded me for a moment, and then turned back, to his fellow. Shortly thereafter, some yards back from the opening, two slave girls, Jane and Eve, began pushing one another, and screaming at one another. In a moment, they were rolling on the floor of the hall, seemingly intent on tearing out one another’s hair, seemingly clawing at one another like embroiled she-sleen, while the male crouched nearby, waiting to pull the victor to his burrow by the fur at the back of the neck. The two guards turned about, to watch the sobbing, screaming, seemingly tearing, seemingly scratching slaves. Altercations amongst slave girls can be nasty things. Kurii, and, I fear, some men, find them amusing.

I slipped through the portal, unnoticed. I was frightened. I had crossed the threshold, without permission. In theory I knew I could be lashed, hamstrung, or slain. Mina was to have been fed alive to Kurii until Trachinos had intervened with coin, purchasing her.

I looked about, wildly.

I normally told Gorean time by the ringing of the bars, often public bars, but sometimes bars within a house. Grendel, however, in the domicile, had taught me to read time from the small chronometer he kept in his pouch. He doubtless would have recalled that he had done this. That was undoubtedly important. In the night I had pondered his strange words, about walking to the Sixth Ahn. Clearly, as he had told me to walk for only some Ehn, he had not meant that I should try to walk for several Ahn, until it was again the Sixth Ahn, almost a day later. What then could be meant? I was unfamiliar with Gorean directions, which I found complex, and, in any event, I not only lacked a compass, but would not have been able to read one if I had had one. I did know that the Gorean compass needle always pointed to the Sardar Mountains. It seemed clear then, upon reflection, that Grendel had given me a direction in which to proceed. It was also clear that he took it for granted that I would understand him. His confidence in this matter, although flattering, was not obviously warranted. Various difficulties obtained. I thought of time in terms of the bars, and not chronometers. I was not all that familiar with Gorean chronometers, and his casual lesson in the domicile had been brief. I tried to remember it. Most dangerously the chronometers with which I was familiar on my former world not only divided the day differently, but marked the divisions in a different order. On my former world the hands of chronometers begin to rotate to the right, whereas in your chronometers they begin to rotate to the left. Your concept of “clockwise” is thus opposite to that with which I was familiar. When I thought of Gorean time, as it might be measured by a chronometer, I always thought of it analogously to the chronometers of my former world; thus, in my mind I would think of the Fifth Ahn as to the right of the Twentieth Ahn, rather than, as you would think of it, as to the left of the Twentieth Ahn. Grendel, of course, would be thinking in terms of the Gorean chronometer. Accordingly, if a large Gorean chronometer had been placed flat before the great portal, and one was to move toward the Sixth Ahn one would go to the left and not the right. In any event, I sped from the portal, aligning myself with where the imaginary Sixth Ahn would lie.

I heard no cry, or roar from behind me, and so I supposed the attention of the guards might still be focused on the amusing spectacle of two squabbling slave girls.

The terrain was uneven and treacherous.

There were many rocks, and crevices about, and narrow passageways between boulders and out-juttings. In places ascending and descending narrow ledges skirted cliff-like projections. Here and there there were spears of stone. The morning sun would be bright before me, on rock, and then, in a moment, one would confront almost impenetrable, cave-like shadows, indicating recesses of an undisclosed depth. In such a place anything might hide. Occasionally, from a high place, I looked back, to see the great portal. I tried to keep the direction, I hoped it was correct, which I understood Grendel to have given me. I recalled I had seen a larl from the great portal once, perhaps one at much this distance from the Cave. I swallowed, and continued on. My feet hurt, for I had no sandals. Too, camisked, I began to shiver. I nearly slipped into a crevice, but pressed myself against the rock, and, bit by bit, made my way forward. Mighty boulders were scattered about, some jagged, and young, and some worn smooth by centuries of wind and rain. Might the knives of expanding ice in fissures have broken loose stones, some like small mountains? I wondered if, in its long past, the Voltai had witnessed the passage of oceans of ice at its feet, oceans which might bear ships of stone. I wondered what forces might have given birth to the mighty Voltai.