The creatures that came out from the village to meet us were quite rough with us, pulling and hauling us this way and that as they sought to examine us more closely. I towered above them all and they were a little in awe of me; but they were manhandling Janai quite badly when I interfered, pushing several of them away so forcibly that they were thrown to the ground, whereupon two or three of them drew their swords and came for me; but the party that had captured us acted now as a bodyguard and defended us from attack. After this they kept the rabble at a distance, and presently we were ushered into the village and led to a grass hut much larger than the others. This, I assumed, was the magnificent palace of Anatok. Such it proved to be, and presently the Jed himself emerged from the interior with several men and women and a horde of children. The women were his wives and their attendants, the men were his counselors.
Anatok seemed much interested in us and asked many questions about our capture, and then he asked us from whence we came.
“We came from Morbus,” I said, “and we are on our way to Helium.”
“Morbus—Helium,” he repeated. “I never heard of them. Little villages, no doubt, inhabited by savages. How fortunate we are to live in such a splendid city as Gooli. Don’t you think so?” he asked.
“I think you would be very much happier in Gooli than in Morbus, and far more at ease here than in Helium,” I replied, truthfully.
“Our countries,” I continued, “have never harmed you. We are not at war; therefore you should let us go on our way in peace.”
At that he laughed. “What simple people come from other villages!” he exclaimed. “You are my slaves. When you are no longer of service to me you shall be destroyed. Do you think that we want any strangers to go away from Ompt to lead enemies here to destroy our magnificent city and steal our vast riches?”
“Our people would never bother you,” I said. “Our country is too far from here. If one of your people should come to our country, he would be treated with kindness. We fight only with our enemies.”
“That reminds me,” said the leader of the party that had captured us, “this fellow is indeed our enemy by his own words, for he said that he wished to fight us.”
“What!” exclaimed Anatok. “Well, if that is so, he shall have his wish. There is nothing that we like better than a good fight. With what weapons would you like to fight?”
“I will fight with anything that my antagonist chooses,” I replied.
chapter XXI
DUEL TO THE DEATH
IT SOON APPEARED that a personal combat was a matter of considerable importance to the Goolians. The chief and his advisors held a lengthy discussion relative to the selection of an antagonist for me. The qualities of a number of warriors were discussed, and even their ancestors as far back as the fifth and sixth generation were appraised and compared. It might have been a momentous matter of state, so serious were they. The conference was often interrupted by suggestions and comments from other members of the tribe; but at last they selected a husky young buck, who, impressed by the importance now attached to him, launched into a long and windy speech in which he enumerated his many virtues and those of his ancestors while belittling me and bragging about the short work he would make of me. He finally concluded his harangue by selecting swords as the weapons we were to use; and then Anatok asked me if I had anything to say, for it seemed that this speech-making was a part of the ceremony preceding the duel.
“I have only a question to ask,” I replied.
“And what is that?” demanded Anatok.
“What will be my reward if I defeat your warrior?” I asked.
Anatok appeared momentarily confused. “Now that is an outcome that had not occurred to me,” he said; “but of course, after all, it is unimportant, as you will not win.”
“But it might happen,” I insisted, “and if it does, what is to be my reward? Will you grant freedom to my companion and myself?”
Anatok laughed. “Certainly,” he said. “I can safely promise you anything you ask for; for when the fight is over you will have lost, and
you will be dead.”
“Very good,” I replied; “but don’t forget your promise.”
“Is that all you have to say?” demanded Anatok. “Aren’t you going to tell us how good you are, and how many men you have killed, and what a wonderful fighter you are? Or aren’t you any good?”
“That is something that only the sword may decide,” I replied. “My antagonist has done a great deal of boasting, and he might continue to do so indefinitely without drawing any blood or harming me in any way. He has not even frightened me, for I have heard men boast before; and those who boasted the loudest usually have the least to boast about.”
“It is evident,” said Anatok, “that you know nothing about the warriors of Gooli. We are the bravest people in the world and our warriors are the greatest swordsmen. It is because of these attributes that we are the most powerful nation in the world, which is evidenced by the fact that we have built this magnificent city and protected it for generations, and that we have been able during all this time to safeguard our vast treasures.”
I looked around at the mean little village of grass huts and wondered where Anatok’s vast treasures might be hidden, and of what they consisted. Perhaps it was a vast store of rare gems and precious metals.
“I see no evidence of great wealth or of any treasure,” I said. “Perhaps you are only boasting again.”
At this, Anatok flew into a rage. “You dare doubt me, you hideous savage?” he cried. “What do you know of wealth or treasures? Your eyes have probably never rested upon anything that compares with the riches of Gooli.”
“Show him the treasure before he dies,” cried a warrior. “Then he will understand why we have to be such a brave and warlike people in order to protect and hold it.”
“That is not a bad idea,” said Anatok. “Let him learn by his own eyes that we of Gooli do not boast about our wealth, just as he will learn by experience that we do not boast about our bravery and swordsmanship. Come, fellow, you shall see the treasures.”
He led the way into his palace, and I followed with a score of warriors pressing about me. The interior of the grass hut was bare, except for a litter of dead grass and leaves around the walls which evidently served for beds, some weapons, a few crude cooking utensils, and a large chest that stood in the exact center of the building. To this chest, Anatok conducted me; and, with a grand flourish, raised the lid and exhibited the contents to me as much as to say, “Now there is nothing more in the world for you to see; you have seen everything.”
“Here,” he said, “are the riches of Gooli.”
The chest was about three-quarters filled with marine shells. Anatok and the others watched me closely to note my reaction.
“Where is the treasure?” I asked. “These are nothing but shells.”
Anatok trembled with suppressed rage. “You poor, ignorant savage,” he cried. “I might have known that you could not appreciate the true value and beauty of the treasure of Gooli. Come, on with the fight; the sooner you are destroyed, the better off the world will be. We Goolians cannot abide ignorance and stupidity; we, who are the most intelligent and wisest people in the world.”
“Come on,” I said. “The quicker we get it over the better.”
It appeared that the preparation for the duel was quite a ceremonious affair. A procession was formed with Anatok and his counselors at the head. Then, following my antagonist, was a guard of honor consisting of about ten warriors. Behind these, I trailed; and would have been alone but for the fact that I took Janai with me, nor did they raise any objections to this. The rest of the tribe, including warriors, women and children, followed behind us. It was a remarkable procession in that it was all procession and no audience. We marched around the palace once and then down the main street and out of the village. The villagers formed a circle, in the center of which were I, my antagonist and his guard of honor. At a word from Anato
k I drew my sword; so did my antagonist and the ten warriors with him. Then we advanced toward one another.
I turned to Anatok. “What are those other warriors doing there?” I asked.
“They are Zuki’s assistants,” he replied.
“Am I supposed to fight all of them?” I demanded.
“Oh, no,” replied Anatok. “You will only fight Zuki, and his assistants will only help him if he gets in trouble.”
In reality then, I was to fight eleven men.
“Fight, coward!” cried Anatok. “We want to see a good fight.”
I turned again toward Zuki and his helpers. They were coming toward me very, very slowly; and they were making faces at me as though in an effort to frighten me. The whole thing struck me as so ridiculous that I could not refrain from laughing; yet I knew that it was serious, for the odds of eleven to one were heavily against me, even though the eleven might be inferior swordsmen.
My face was in itself extremely hideous, and suddenly I twisted it into a horrible grimace and with a wild shout leaped toward them. The reaction was amazing. Zuki was the first to turn and flee, colliding with his fellows, who, in their turn, attempted to escape my onslaught. I did not pursue them; and when they saw that I had not, they stopped and faced me again.
“Is this an example of the vaunted courage of the Goolis?” I asked Anatok.
“You have just witnessed a fine piece of strategy,” replied Anatok; “but you are too ignorant to appreciate it.”
Once again they came toward me, but still very slowly; and this time they voiced a kind of war whoop while they were making their faces.
I was just about to rush them again when a woman screamed and pointed down the valley. With the others, I turned to see what had attracted her attention, and discovered half a dozen savages such as those which had attacked our boat while Gan Had, Tun-gan, and I had been pursuing Sytor and Janai. At sight of them, a great wail rose from the villagers. The women and children and all but a handful of warriors ran for the woods; and I couldn’t tell whether those who remained did so because they were paralyzed with fright and unable to run, or because of a sudden access of courage. Zuki, my late antagonist, was not among them. He and Anatok were racing nip and tuck for the woods in advance of all the others.
“Who are they?” I asked a warrior standing near me.
“The man-eaters,” he replied. “After their last raid, we were chosen to be the sacrifice when they should come again.”
“What do you mean,” I asked, “‘the sacrifice’?”
“Yes, it is a sacrifice,” he replied. “If we do not willingly give up five warriors to them when they come, they will attack the village and burn it, they will take our treasure, they will steal our women and kill as many of our men as they can find. It is simpler this way; but it is hard on those who are chosen. However, we have no alternative but to obey, for if we did not the tribe would kill us with torture.”
“But why give up to them?” I asked. “There are only six, and we are six; let’s fight them. We have as good a chance to win as they.”
They looked at me in surprise. “But we never fight anyone,” they said, “unless we outnumber them ten to one. It would not be good strategy.”
“Forget your strategy,” I commanded, “and stand up against these men with me.”
“Do you suppose we could?” asked one of another.
“It has never been done,” was the reply.
“That is no reason why it can’t be done now,” I snapped. “If you will give me even a little help, we can kill them all.”
“Give me a sword,” said Janai, “and I will help, too.”
“Let us try it,” said one of the Goolians.
“Why not?” demanded another. “We are going to die anyway.”
The savages had now approached and were quite near us. They were laughing and talking among themselves and casting contemptuous glances at the Goolians. “Come on,” said one, “throw down your arms and come with us.”
For answer, I leaped forward and clove the fellow from crown to breastbone with a single stroke. The five Goolians came forward slowly. They had no stomach for fighting; but when they saw the success of my first blow they were encouraged; and, in the same measure, the savages were taken aback. I did not stop with the one but pushed on toward the remainder of the savages. I now met with a little competition; but my great reach and my enormous strength gave me an advantage which they could not overcome, with the result that three of them were soon down and the other three running away as fast as they could go.
At sight of the enemy in retreat, something which they had probably seldom seen in their lives, the Goolians became demons of bravery and set out in pursuit of them. They could easily have overtaken them, for they moved in great bounds that carried them fully twenty feet at a time; but they let them escape over the edge of the plateau; and then they came bounding back, their chests stuck out and their expressions radiating self-satisfaction and egotism.
Evidently the encounter had been witnessed by those in hiding in the woods, for now the entire tribe came straggling toward us. Anatok looked a little shame-faced, but his first words belied his expression. “You see the value of our strategy,” he said. “By appearing to run away in fright, we lured them on and then destroyed them.”
“You are not fooling me or yourself either,” I said. “You are a race of braggarts and cowards. I saved the five men that you would have given up as tribute without a single effort to defend them. You permitted six savages to route you and all your warriors. I could kill you all single-handed, and you know it. Now I demand that you reward me for what I have done by permitting me and my companion to remain here in safety until we are able to make plans for continuing our journey. If you refuse, you shall be the first to feel the edge of my sword.”
“You don’t have to threaten me,” he said, trembling. “It was my intention to give you your liberty as a reward for what you have done. You are free to remain with us and to go and come as you please. You may remain as long as you like, if you will fight against our enemies when they come.”
chapter XXII
OFF FOR PHUNDAHL
THE NEXT DAY Janai and I went to look for our malagor to see if he had recovered; but we could find no trace of him; so I assumed that he had either flown away or been seized by the savages, who, Anatok told me, came from another island some distance from Gooli.
I immediately set to work building a boat, and in this the Goolians helped me a little although they were extremely lazy and tired easily. They were without doubt the most useless race of people I had ever encountered, expending practically all their energies in boasting and little or none in accomplishment. Within a few hours after the encounter with the savages, they were boasting of their great victory and taking all the credit to themselves, Anatok claiming most of it for his marvellous strategy, as he called it. There are lots of people in the world like the Goolians, but some of them are never found out.
I became quite intimate with Zuki in the weeks that followed while we were building the boat. I found him rather above average intelligence and the possessor of a rudimentary sense of humor which the other Goolians seemed to lack entirely. One day I asked him why they considered the shells such a valuable treasure.
“Anatok has to have the treasure,” he replied, “in order to give him a feeling of superiority; and it was the same way with the rulers who preceded him, and, in fact, with all of us. It makes us feel tremendously important to have a great treasure; but, being a cautious people, we chose a treasure that nobody else would want; otherwise, warlike people would be coming constantly to steal our treasure from us. Sometimes I think it is a little silly, but I would not dare say so to Anatok or to any others. All their lives they have heard of the great value of the vast treasure of Gooli; and so they have come to believe in it, and they do not question it because they do not wish to question it.”
“And they feel the same way about their vaunted courage and
the strategy of Anatok?” I asked.
“Oh, that is different,” replied Zuki. “Those things are real. We are really the bravest people in the world, and Anatok the greatest strategist.”
Well, his sense of humor had gone the limit in questioning the treasure. It couldn’t stand the strain of doubting the valor of the Goolis or the strategy of Anatok. Perhaps the Goolis were better off as they were, for their silly egotism gave them a certain morale that would have been wholly lacking had they admitted the truth.
Janai worked with me in the building of the boat, and so we were much together; but I always had the feeling that I was repulsive to her. She never touched me, if she could avoid it; nor did she often look directly at my face, nor could I blame her; yet I was sure that she was becoming fond of me as one becomes fond of an ugly but faithful dog. It made me wish that I really were a dog, for at least then she would have caressed me; but I was so much uglier than even a calot of Mars that I should always be repulsive to her no matter how kindly she might feel toward me.
These thoughts made me wonder about my poor body. Was it still safely hidden in 3–17, or had the door burst open and the horrid mass from Vat Room No. 4 engulfed and devoured it? Would I ever see it again? Would I ever again possess it, and animate it with this brain of mine which existed solely for Janai without her ever being aware of it? It all seemed very hopeless, and now that we had lost our malagor the trip to Helium seemed little short of an impossibility of accomplishment.
At last the boat was completed, and the Goolians helped me to carry it down to the lake. They stocked it with provisions for me, and they gave me extra spears and a sword and dagger for Janai. They bragged about the building of the boat, telling us that it was the best boat that was ever built and that no one but Goolians could have built it. They bragged about the weapons they gave us and the provisions. Thus we left them still boasting, and set out upon our perilous journey toward the west through the Great Toonolian Marshes.
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