“All I want to do is to get back to my own world,” Nimstowl said. “I’ve had more than enough of this killing and almost being killed. In the name of Shambarimen, isn’t one world enough for one man?”
Kickaha did not believe him, but he decided that Nimstowl could be trusted until the last of the Bellers was dead. He said, “I don’t know what’s going on out there. I had expected an attack, but it would have been launched before now. They had a large beamer out there; they could have shot it in here by now and cooked us out.”
He asked Anana what had happened, though he could guess part of it. She replied that Nimstowl had come into the cave to find his partner dead, caught by the one he had trapped. Nimstowl had decided that he was tired of hiding out in this cave. He wanted a chance to get back to his own world and, of course, as every Lord should, to wipe out the Bellers. He had turned the resonating device off when Anana had appeared again. It had taken only a few seconds after that to set the resonator so it would deliver two people, at safe intervals, into the palace where Anana had seen Kickaha.
He said, “What do you mean? I had to jump out! I got out but lost the skin off my heel.”
“Of course, you had no way of knowing,” she said. “But if you had not jumped, you could have stepped out quite safely a moment later.”
“Anyway you came after me” he said. “That’s what counts.”
She was looking at him with concern. He was burned and bleeding, still dripping blood on the floor. But she said nothing. There was nothing to do for him until they found some aid. And that could be close enough, if they could get out of this room.
Somebody had to stick his head out of the room. Nimstowl wasn’t going to volunteer and Kickaha did not want Anana to do it. So he looked out. Instead of the beam he expected, he saw a deserted corridor. He motioned for them to come after him and led the way to a room about a quarter of a mile down the corridor. Here he sterilized his wounds and burns, put pseudoflesh over them, and drank potions to unshock him and to accelerate blood replenishment. They also ate and drank while they discussed what to do.
There wasn’t much to talk about. The only thing to do was to explore until they found out what was going on.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Not until they came to the great staircase which led up to the floor of the control room did they find anything. There was a dead Beller, his legs almost entirely burned off. And behind a charred divan lay another Beller. This one was burned on the side, but the degree of burn indicated that the beam’s energy had been partially absorbed before striking him. He was still alive.
Kickaha approached him cautiously and, after making sure he wasn’t playing possum, Kickaha knelt down by him. He intended to use rough methods to bring him to consciousness so he could question him. But the Beller opened his eyes when his head was raised.
“Luvah!” Anana cried. “It’s Luvah! My brother! One of my brothers! But what’s he doing here? How …?”
She was holding an object which she must have picked up from behind the divan or some other piece of furniture. It was about two and a half feet long, was of some silvery material, and was curved and shaped much like the horn of an African buffalo. It did flare out widely at the mouth, however, and the tip was fitted with a mouthpiece of some soft golden material. Seven little buttons sat on top of the horn in a row.
He recognized the Horn of Shambarimen. Hope lifted him to his feet with a surge. He said, “Wolff is back!”
“Wolff?” Anana said. “Oh, Jadawin! Yes, perhaps. But what is Luvah doing here?”
Luvah had a face that, under normal circumstances, would have been appealing. He was a Lord, but he could easily have passed for a certain type of Irishman with his snub nose and broad upper lip and freckles and pale blue eyes.
Kickaha said, “You talk to him. Maybe he’ll …”
She got to her knees by Luvah and spoke to him. He seemed to recognize her, but his expression could have meant anything. She said, “He may not remember me in his condition. Or he may be frightened. He could think I’m going to kill him. I am a Lord, remember.”
Kickaha ran down the hall and into a room where he could get water. He brought a pitcher of it back, and Luvah drank eagerly. Luvah then whispered his story to Anana. She rose a few minutes later and said, “He was caught in a trap set by Urizen, our father. Or so he thought at the time, though actually it was Vala, our sister. He and Jadawin—Wolff—became friends. Wolff and his woman Chryseis were trapped with others, another brother and some cousins. He says it’s too long a story to tell now. But only Luvah and Wolff and Chryseis survived. They returned by using the Horn; it can match the resonance of any gate, you know, unless that gate is set for intermittent resonance at random.
“They were gated back into a secret compartment of the control room. Wolff then took a look into the control room via a monitor. No one was in it. He tapped in on other videos and saw a number of dead men and taloses. Of course, he didn’t know that the men were Black Bellers, at first; then he saw the caskets. He still didn’t get the connection—after all, it’s been, what, ten thousand years? But he gated into the control room with Chryseis. Just to have additional insurance, he gated Luvah into a room on a lower floor. If somebody attacked them in the control room, Luvah could slip up behind them.”
“Wolffs cagey,” said Kickaha. He had wondered why Wolff didn’t see the live Bellers, but remembered that the palace was so huge that Wolff could have spent days looking into every room. He was probably so eager to get some rest after his undoubtedly harrowing adventures and so glad to be home that he had rushed things somewhat. Besides, the control room and the surrounding area were unoccupied.
“Luvah said he came up the staircase and was going to enter the control room to tell Wolff all was clear. At that very moment, two men appeared in an especially big gate that had been set up by the dead men. By the Bellers, of course. There were pieces of a diassembled craft with them and a big projector.”
“Von Turbat and von Swindebarn!” Kickaha said.
“It must have been,” Anana said. “They knew something was wrong, what with your appearance and disappearance in the gate on the moon and then mine. They gave up their search, and …”
“Tell me the rest while I’m carrying Luvah,” he said. “We’ll get him to a room where we can treat his burns.”
With Nimstowl covering their rear and Anana their front, he lugged the unconscious Lord to the room where he had treated himself a short while ago. Here he applied anti-shock medicines, blood replenishers, and pseudoflesh to Luvah.
Anana meanwhile finished Luvah’s story. The two chief Bellers, it seemed, had expected trouble and were ready. They fired their big projector and forced Wolff and Chryseis to take refuge among the many titanic consoles and machines. Luvah had dived for cover behind a console near the doorway. The two Bellers had kept up a covering fire while a number of troops came through. And with them was a creature that seemed strange to Luvah but Anana recognized the description as that of Podarge. From the glimpse Luvah got of her, she seemed to be unconscious. She was being carried by several soldiers.
“Podarge! But I thought she had used one of the gates in the cave to get off the moon,” Kickaha said. “I wonder … Do you suppose?”
Despite the seriousness of the situation, he couldn’t help chuckling. One of the gates would have taken her to a cave in a mountain on the Atlantean level. There would have been six or seven gates there, all marked to indicate the level to which they would transport the user. But all lied, and only Kickaha, Wolff, and Chryseis knew the code. So she had used a crescent which would presumably take her to the Amerind level, where she would be comparatively close to her home.
But she found herself back on the moon, in the very same cave.
Why, then, were there only four crescents, when her return should have made the number five?
Podarge was crafty, too. She must have gated out something to leave only four crescents. And since Do Shuptar
p had not mentioned finding great white ape cubs in the cave, she must have gated them out. Why didn’t she try some of the other crescents? Perhaps because she was suspicious and thought that Kickaha had used the only good one. Who knows what motives that mad birdwoman had? In any event, she had elected to remain on the moon. And the Bellers may have been hunting her in the ruins of Korad when Kickaha saw them while he was in the resonant circuit.
Luvah had been forced out of the control room by the soldiers, some of whom had beamers. This surprised Kickaha. The Bellers must have been very desperate to give the Drachelanders these weapons.
So Luvah had had to retreat, but he had killed a number of his pursuers while doing so. Then he had been badly burned but even so had managed to burn down those left. Six of the killed were wearing caskets on their backs.
“Wolff! Chryseis!” Kickaha said. “We have to get up there right now! They may need us!”
Despite his frenzy, he managed to check himself and to proceed cautiously as they neared the control room. They passed charred bodies along the way, evidences of Luvah’s good fight.
Kickaha led the others at a pace faster than caution demanded, but he felt that Wolff might be needing him at the moment. The path to the control room was marked with charred corpses and damage to the furniture and walls. The stink of crisped flesh became stronger the closer they got to their goal. He dreaded to enter the room. It would be tragic indeed, and heart-twisting, if Wolff and Chryseis survived so much only to be killed as they came home.
He steeled himself, but, when he ran crouching into the room, the vast place was as silent as a worm in a corpse. There were dead everywhere, including four more Black Bellers, but neither Wolff nor Chryseis were there.
Kickaha was relieved that they had escaped—but to where? A search revealed where they had taken a last stand. It was in a corner of the back wall and behind a huge bank of video monitors. The screens were shattered from the beamer rays, and the metal of the cabinet was cut or melted. Bodies lay here and there behind consoles—Drachelander troops caught by Wolffs or Chryseis’ beams.
Von Turbat (Graumgrass) and von Swindebarn were dead, too. They lay by the big projector, which had continued to radiate until its power pack had run down. The wall it was aimed at had a twelve foot hole in its metal and a still-hot lava puddle at its base. Von Turbat had been cut almost in half; von Swindebarn was fried from the hips up. Their caskets were still strapped to their backs.
“There’s only one Beller unaccounted for,” Kickaha said. He returned to the corner where Wolff and Chryseis had fought. A large gray metal disc was attached to the metal floor here. It had to be a new gate which Wolff had placed here since Kickaha’s last visit to the palace.
He said, “Anana, maybe we can find out where this gate goes to, if Wolff recorded it in his code book. He must have left a message for me, if he had time. But the Bellers may have destroyed it.
“First, we have to locate that one Beller. If he got out of here, gated back to your universe or Nimstowl’s or Judubra’s, then we have a real problem.”
Anana said, “It’s so frightening! Why don’t the Lords quit fighting among themselves and unite to get rid of the Beller?”
She edged away. Her anxiety and near-panic at the tolling in her brain, generated by her nearness to the Bellers’ caskets, was evident.
“I have to get out of here,” she said. “Or at least some distance away.”
“I’ll look over the corpses again,” he said. “You go hold it! Where’s Nimstowl?”
“He was here,” she said. “I thought that … no, I don’t know when he disappeared!”
Kichaha was irked because she had not been keeping her eye on the little Lord. But he did not comment, since nothing was to be gained by expressing anger. Besides, the recent events were enough to sidetrack anyone, and the tolling in her mind had distracted her.
She left the room in a hurry. He went through the room, checking every body, looking everywhere.
“Wolff and Chryseis sure gave a good account of themselves,” he muttered. “They really banked their shots to get so many behind the consoles. In fact, they gave too good an account. I don’t believe it.”
And Podarge?
He went to the doorway, where Anana crouched on sentry duty.
“I can’t figure it out,” he said. “If Wolff killed all his attackers, a very unlikely thing, why did he and Chryseis have to gate on out? And how the hell did Wolff manage to beam the two Bellers when they should have fried him at the first shot with that projector? And where is Podarge? And the missing Beller?”
“Perhaps she gated out, too, during the fight,” Anana said. “Or flew out of the control room.”
“Yeah, and where is Nimstowl? Come on. Let’s start looking.”
Anana groaned. He did not blame her. Both were drained of energy, but they could not stop now. He urged her up, and soon they were examining the bodies in the corridors outside the control room on the staircase. He verified that he had killed two Bellers with the spymissiles. While they were looking at a burned man rayed during the fight with Luvah, they heard a moan.
Beamers ready, they approached an overturned bureau from two directions. They found Nimstowl behind the furniture, sitting with his back against the wall. He was holding his rght side while blood dripped through his fingers. Near him lay a man with a casket strapped to his back.
This was the missing Beller. He had a knife up to the hilt in his belly.
Nimstowl said, “He had a beamer, but the charge must have been depleted. He tried to sneak up and kill me with a knife. Me! With a knife!”
Kickaha examined Nimstowl’s wound. Though the blood was flowing freely, the wound wasn’t deep. He helped the little Lord to his feet, then he made sure that Nimstowl had no weapons concealed on him. He half-carried him to the room where Luvah lay sleeping, put pseudoflesh on Nimstowl’s wound, and gave him some blood replenishers.
Nimstowl said, “He might have gotten me at that, he jumped at me so quickly. But this”—he held up a hand with a large ring just like Anana’s—“warned me in time.”
“All the Bellers are dead,” Anana said.
“It’s hard to believe!” he replied. “At last! And I killed the last one!”
Kickaha smiled at that but did not comment. He said, “All right, Nimstowl, on your feet. And don’t try anything. I’m locking you up for a while.”
Again, he frisked Nimstowl. The little Lord was indignant. He yelled, “Why are you doing this to me?”
“I don’t believe in taking chances. I want to check you out. Come on. There’s a room down the hall where I can lock you up until I’m sure about you.”
Nimstowl protested all the way. Kickaha, before. shutting the door on him, said, “What were you doing so far from the control room? You were supposed to be with us. You weren’t running out on us, were you?”
“So what if I was?” Nimstowl said. “The fight was won, or at least I thought it was. I meant to get back to my universe before the bitch Anana tried to kill me, now that she didn’t need me. I couldn’t trust you to control her. Anyway, it’s a good thing I did leave you. If I hadn’t, that Beller might have gotten away or managed to ambush you.”
“You may be right,” Kickaha said. “But you stay here for a while, anyway.” He shut the door and locked it by pressing a button on the wall.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
After that, he and Anana continued the long search. They could have cut down the room-to-room legwork if they had been able to use the video monitors in the control room, since many rooms and corridors could be seen through these. But Wolff had deactivated these when he left the palace, knowing that Kickaha was able to turn them on if he revisited the palace. The Bellers had not been able to locate the source of control, and they had, not had time or enough hands to disassemble the control console and rewire it. Now Kickaha could not use them because the fight had put them out of commission.
They looked through hundred
s of rooms and dozens of corridors and scores of staircases and yet had covered only a small part of the one building. And they had many wings to go.
They decided they had to get food and sleep. They checked in on Luvah, who was sleeping comfortably, and they ordered a meal from the kitchen. There were several taloses there, the only taloses not involved in the attack on the Bellers. These gated a meal through to the two. After eating, Kickaha decided to go up to the control room to make sure nothing important had happened. He had some hopes that Wolff might come back, though this did not seem likely. The chances were high that the gate was one-way unless the Horn of Shambarimen were used, and Luvah had had that.
They trudged back up the staircases, Kickaha did not dare use the elevators until he was certain they were not boobytrapped. Just before they went into the control room, he stopped.
“Did you hear something?”
She shook her head. He gestured to her to cover him, and he leaped through the doorway and rolled onto the floor and up behind a control console. Listening, he lay there for a while. Presently, he heard a low moan. Silence followed. Then another moan. He snaked across the floor from console to console, following the sounds. He was surprised, though not shocked, when he found the harpy, Podarge, slumped against a console. Her feathers were blackened and stinking; her legs were charred so deeply that some of the toes had fallen off. Her breasts were brownred meat. A half-melted beamer lay near her, a talon clutched around its butt.
She had come into the room while he and Anana were gone, and somebody had beamed her. Still on his belly, he investigated and within a minute found the responsible person. This was the soldier, Do Shuptarp, whom he had supposed was slain by the Bellers. But, now that he thought back, he had not been able to identify any corpse as his. This was not unexpected, since many were too burned to be recognizable.
Do Shuptarp, then, had escaped the Bellers and probably fled to the upper stories. He had returned to find out what was happening. Podarge had also returned after her flight from the room during the battle between the Bellers and Wolff. And the two, who really had no cause for conflict, had fatally burned each other.
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