"Only in case you planned to deceive us" answered Shan Kar pointedly.
Eric Nelson realized the other's cleverness. Shan Kar, obviously mistrusting their motives, had a foolproof defense. They had to win his fight before they could even reach the platinum reward.
Nelson spoke curtly. "Take it easy, Sloan. If the stuff is here we can get it after the job is done."
The oddly husky thought of the wolf Tark interrupted, startling them. The wolf had crouched, listening intently.
"You're still being deceived, outlanders! Not only the clans of the Brotherhood bar the way to the Cavern of Creation. Inside it is the terrible barrier of the cold fire, which you can never pass!"
"Cold fire? What does he mean by that?" Nelson demanded.
"Do not listen to Tark!" Shan Kar flashed. He swung toward the warrior-guards. "Take the Hairy One back to his prison!"
Deftly one of the warriors looped another chain around Tark's throat. Then, with swords drawn, they led him out of the hall. The wolf went quietly but with a backward glance of blazing green eyes.
"It's time for a showdown," Eric Nelson said sharply to Shan Kar. "We've got to have the facts if we're to fight for you."
"You shall have them," Shan Kar answered coolly. "But you have been so incredulous that I had to prove to you first that the higher animals of this valley are intelligent races. You'll grant that now?"
Nelson reluctantly nodded. "There doesn't seem much doubt of that any more."
"But how can they be intelligent?" Nick Sloan demanded. "It just doesn't make sense."
Shan Kar motioned them to the massive chairs around the table. Hoik and the other two Humanite leaders also sat but Shan Kar himself remained standing as he talked.
"Legend is all we have of the remote past here in L'Lan. Legend says that the ancients, our forefathers, were far greater than we, that we lost all their knowledge except for a few relics like the thought-crowns.
"Now we Humanites believe that our forefathers, the ancients, had such knowledge and power that they were able somehow to develop the animals of this valley into intelligent thinking beasts!"
"It does seem the only possible explanation, fantastic as it is," Nelson muttered.
"However it was done," Shan Kar went on, "the fact remains that in this valley the four higher beast-races, the wolf and tiger and horse and eagle, are in some ways the mental equals of man. And those four clans claim their intelligence entitles them to absolute equality with the human race.
"In fact, they even claim that their races and the human race were created equal in intelligence, that in the dawn of time they issued equally from the Cavern of Creation!"
Nick Sloan said sharply, "This Cavern of Creation is where the platinum is?"
Shan Kar nodded somberly. "It's in the extreme north end of the valley. We know it contains metal relics left by the ancients. But it's difficult to enter because of certain strange dangers. Only the hereditary Guardian of the Brotherhood knows how to enter it safely.
"All the past Guardians, like Kree, the present one, have woven myth around that cavern. They've claimed that in it, long ago, both the human and the higher beast-races were created equal. And they've claimed to be warders of terrible powers left there by the ancients.
The Humanite went on broodingly, his face dark with rankling memory.
"They've kept that myth of the primal Brotherhood of man and beast alive here for ages. But in time we learned that it is not so in the outer world, that there man rightfully rules the animals.
"So we tried to claim for us humans the rightful dominant position here too. We didn't want to tyrannize the intelligent beasts. But we did believe that the governing authority should be in human hands.
"A third of the people joined us. But the other two-thirds, besotted by old myths, adhered to the Brotherhood. Finally we Humanites seceded from the Brotherhood and seized this city, Anshan. Here man and beast are not equal as they are in Vruun!"
Eric Nelson felt the shock of astonishment from the picture of L'Lan that had just been unfolded to them. A hidden valley guarding the relics of a once-mighty civilization, a valley in which beast-races claimed equality with man and in which a human minority was trying to right that!
"It seems incredible," he said, frowning, "that men and women would concede animals, even intelligent animals, equality!"
"Of course it seems so to you of the normal outer world!" Shan Kar exclaimed. "But the people here who follow Kree and the Brotherhood persist in blind belief in the lying legends."
All the passion of the man flamed into his eyes and voice as he continued with fanatic intensity.
"The equality of the Brotherhood is a mere sham that won't endure. As the beast-races learn more they'll aspire to rule man here! And some victorious beast-clan will, unless we prevent it.
"That's why we Humanites seceded from the Brotherhood and have brought the threat of civil war to L'Lan! That's why, since we're so badly outnumbered, I went into the outer world for weapons and fighters who could restore the balance of power for us!"
Nelson felt a strong sympathy with Shan Kar's burning passion. There was something repellent in the possibility he depicted. Beast-races demanding equality with men, aspiring to dominance over men! All his instincts rebelled against the idea.
"It gives me the creeps!" muttered Lefty Wister. "You ought to kill all the brutes."
Shan Kar looked a little shocked at that. "We don't want to destroy the beast-clans. It's simply that they must learn the Brotherhood is a myth, that men are best fitted to govern."
Nick Sloan's hard practical mind swung them back to immediate problems. "We still don't know the strategic setup in this valley," he rapped. "How much of the valley do you Humanites hold?"
Hoik rumbled answer. "Only the southern quarter of the valley, including this city Anshan and a few smaller places."
Shan Kar added, "Vruun is the great metropolis of the Brotherhood, humans and beast-clans alike. So far there's been armed truce between them and us Humanites. But the fight last night means war!
"Kree must have suspected my purpose in going to the outer world, and sent his daughter Nsharra with Tark and Hatha and Ei to block me. They failed and the Brotherhood failed again last night. But our capture of Tark and Kree's son begins open conflict now."
Eric Nelson asked quick questions. The answers of the Humanite leaders gave him a discouraging picture. The Humanites, with their fanatic desire to establish human authority, were a minority in the valley. They could not put more than two thousand warriors into the field.
"The Brotherhood has twice that many men and five times that many intelligent beasts of the clans," Shan Kar admitted.
"Pretty stiff odds — but we hold a joker in our machine-guns and grenades," said Nick Sloan.
Nelson nodded. "If there are only swords and bows and spears and the claws and fangs of the brutes against us we should be able to discount the advantage of numbers."
He continued decisively. "We ought to hit them with everything we've got before they get used to our new weapons — smash hard at the heart of this Brotherhood, at Vruun."
Sloan voiced agreement. But the big warrior Hoik shook his head doubtfully.
"Our warriors might not follow you to a direct attack on Vruun. They're still afraid of Kree."
"For heaven's sake, why?" demanded Nick Sloan disgustedly.
Shan Kar explained. "The Guardian of the Brotherhood, as I told you, is reputed to be warder of terrible powers left by the ancients in the Cavern of Creation. That's mostly myth put out by the Guardians during the ages, of course!"
The Humanite paused. "Yet the Guardian does have a few queer powers. He's known to have effected some terrible transformations, to punish those who transgressed the Brotherhood. That's left such a memory of horror in L'Lan that even our own fervent followers might hesitate to attack Kree's city directly."
Nelson exploded. "How can we lead a campaign for you when your own people are poisoned
by superstition?"
"Let's pull out of this creepy place," snarled the Cockney.
"Take it easy, you two!" said Nick Sloan. "With a fortune here for the taking, we're not letting a few difficulties rob us of it."
Shan Kar interrupted. "There's one quick way to overcome that difficulty and that's to capture Kree and Nsharra! That would dismay the Brotherhood and remove our own people's lingering doubts."
"Capture them?" asked Van Voss, his colorless, expressionless eyes on the Humanite. "Why not just kill them?"
"That's out!" snapped Nelson. "We're not murderers."
"And killing them would so infuriate the Brotherhood that they'd never surrender," added Shan Kar.
Sloan nodded. "Besides, you said the old Guardian and his daughter know the safe way into that cavern where the platinum is. No, we don't want to kill them."
Shan Kar continued rapidly, "A few of us, only a handful, could penetrate Vruun secretly by night and seize Kree and Nsharra. We could make Tark himself lead us secretly and safely into the city!"
"You mean that the wolf will do that if we threaten to kill him?" Li Kin asked, his spectacled eyes wondering.
Shan Kar laughed mirthlessly. "The Hairy One isn't afraid of death. But he doesn't want us to kill Barin, the Guardian's son.
"We'll offer him Barin's life if he guides us into Vruun, supposedly to liberate a Humanite prisoner. Tark may accept."
"It sounds to me like a cursedly complicated and dangerous plan," Sloan commented bluntly.
"But if it succeeded, it would clear the way for a quick blitz against the whole Brotherhood," Nelson said thoughtfully. "I'll lead the attempt if the wolf can be talked into guiding us."
"Have the guards bring Tark back in," Shan Kar told Diril.
The great wolf stalked back into the black hall, his chains held carefully taut by the sword-armed guards who walked on either side of him.
Tark swept them with his gaze. Eric Nelson felt a chill, uncanny shock in meeting those eyes that were like pools of cold green fire.
Shan Kar and the Humanites apparently found nothing strange in the scene. They were too accustomed to contact and speech with the intelligent beasts of the Brotherhood.
"You must choose now whether young Barin is to live or die," Shan Kar told Tark.
His lips did not move, Nelson saw. He was thinking to the wolf again, and Nelson and his companions were picking up that thought through their thought-crowns. Tark's lips writhed back from great white fangs in a soundless snarl. His answering thought came fiercely. "A trick! You want nothing more than to kill both Barin and myself!"
"That is quite true," Shan Kar coolly agreed. "But even more than to kill you two we want something else."
His thought raced on. "Hoik's brother, Jhanon, is a prisoner in Vruun, as you know. We wish to rescue him. We'll give yours and Barin's lives for his freedom."
"I have not authority to release Jhanon," Tark retorted. "Only the Guardian can do that."
"But you could guide a few of us secretly into Vruun, so we could release Jhanon ourselves," pressed Shan Kar. "Do so, and Barin goes free."
Tark's thought came after a pause. "If I did that it would be a direct disobedience of the Guardian's orders."
"But if you don't, the Guardian's son will die!" Shan Kar threatened. "Nsharra sent you to watch over her brother, didn't she? And you failed, Tark! How will you face her and report your failure?"
Tark's green eyes narrowed. The wolf looked from one to the other of them, then back to Shan Kar.
"You are right," his telepathic answer came finally. "I will be committing a minor act of treachery against the Brotherhood, but I must do it to prevent a worse thing happening."
"Then this very night we go to Vruun!" Shan Kar said swiftly. He pointed to Nelson. "He and one of his comrades go with us, Tark."
Tark's eyes flickered back to Nelson's face, and the green orbs were inscrutable in expression.
"That is well," he answered. "I promise to get you secretly and safely into Vruun."
When the guards had taken the great wolf away Nelson expressed his satisfaction. "So far, so good! With the wolf guiding us, we've a strong chance of getting hold of Kree and the girl."
Shan Kar looked at him with an ironical smile. "You still underestimate Tark's resolution and cunning. He knows that it's Kree and Nsharra we're really going after. He figures to lead us inside Vruun and then suddenly turn on us and give the alarm."
"Then why are you going in there with him, if you think that?" exclaimed Sloan.
Shan Kar's smile hardened. "Because, if all goes well, we'll outguess Tark. Once inside Vruun, we'll overpower him before he can betray us!"
Chapter VII
SECRET MISSION
Night brooded over Anshan, a velvety darkness that enwrapped the city's glassy towers and domes. Like glimmering ghost-bubbles the fairy spherical structures caught and imaged the thousand stars that burned in the blue-black sky.
Nelson turned from the open window out which he had been gazing and looked across the torchlit room at the others.
"The moon won't be up for hours, and that's good. With luck we can get in and out of Vrunn before it rises."
"I wish that you were not going," murmured Li Kin, his bespectacled face troubled.
Lefty Wister had elected to accompany Nelson. He sat checking the service automatics which Nelson had deemed more suitable than submachine-guns for this stealthy attempt. Van Voss sat watching with his pale, expressionless eyes.
Nelson shrugged. "It's risky but no more so than some of the things we pulled for old Yu Chi Chan. And if we can capture Kree and his daughter we have a chance to clean up this business pronto."
Nick Sloan nodded agreement. "But you watch yourself, Nelson. That cursed thinking wolf will have your heart out if he gets the jump on you."
"I want to be the one to kill that brute whenever the time comes!" Lefty said venomously. The little Cockney had chosen to be the one to accompany Nelson despite the fact that of them all he had the most superstitious horror of the intelligent animals. It was almost as though he was drawn on the dangerous mission by a fascination of hate.
Shan Kar and young Diril entered the room in full warrior dress of helmet, breastplate and sword-belt.
The Humanite's olive face was flushed with excitement, his black eyes eager. He held two of the thought-crowns in his hand.
"You're ready?" he said to Nelson. "Then we'll get Tark. But first put on the thought-crowns — you two must wear them constantly."
They went out and down the torchlit corridors with him, Li Kin looking mournfully after them from the doorway. Shan Kar led them through the vaulted ways of the building to a torchlit passage that had sentries posted in it. The doors here had massive wooden bars, set in crude, heavy metal hooks. This row of rooms had been converted thus into a prison-wing.
Eric Nelson was struck again by the contrast between the primitive ways of the present inhabitants of L'Lan and the marvelous, alien beauty and splendor of the ancient cities they inhabited. Truly these people had lost the knowledge of their ancient forebears!
Shan Kar unbarred and opened a door. The great wolf Tark rose soundlessly inside, and looked at them with inscrutable green eyes. Again, Nelson had the eery experience of hearing the wolf's projected thought through the instrument of ancient science that he wore upon his head.
"Before I go, I must see Barin," came Tark's thought.
"No!" said Shan Kar instantly.
"Then I do not go!" flashed the wolf. "For how am I to know but what you've killed him already?"
Shan Kar hesitated. "Very well. You can see him. But you're not to plot with him, Tark!"
The wolf trotted soundlessly beside them as they went down the corridor to the farthest barred door. Nelson noticed that Lefty Wister never took his eyes off the beast. The Cockney's pinched face glared his fear and hatred.
Barin leaped up from his wooden cot when Shan Kar opened the door. The youth still had
a raw wound in his forehead, but seemed to have otherwise recovered.
Nelson saw his likeness to Nsharra — the same highbred, handsome features, the same intense passion flashing in his dark eyes.
"Betrayer of the Brotherhood!" Barin spat at Shan Kar. "Blasphemer against the law!"
He struck fire from Shan Kar. The latter's deep fanatic intensity of purpose boiled instantly to the surface.
"Your father's law — law of the lying Guardians of all the ages, who have told our people that beasts should rank with men!"
The wolf Tark was gazing fixedly at Barin and Nelson heard his thought. "Barin, if all goes well, you will soon be free. Wait quietly."
Barin glanced swiftly at the wolf, then suspiciously at Nelson and the Cockney.
"You plan something with these outlanders? Tark, I will not—"
"Wait quietly!" repeated the wolf, harshly commanding.
"No more!" cut in Shan Kar. The Humanite brusquely pushed them back, closed and barred the door.
It seemed to Eric Nelson that some swift glance of understanding had passed between Barin and Tark. A secret signal? Yet Tark went quietly enough with them back through the corridors. They emerged into the darkness of a court where warriors waited with a half-dozen horses.
"We take two extra horses for remounts," Shan Kar said.
The wolf ventured no comment. But Nelson wondered if he guessed that the extra mounts were intended for Kree and Nsharra.
The next instant it was swept from his mind by a disturbing shock. The horses tossed their heads excitedly against their cruel-bitted bridles and uttered eager thoughts that sounded in Nelson's brain.
"It's the Hairy One!" they cried. "Tark!"
It shook Nelson. And Lefty uttered a smothered oath.
"These horses of yours are talking to the bloody wolf!" cried the Cockney to Shan Kar.
Shan Kar answered curtly. "All the clans in this valley are intelligent. These Hoofed Ones are our prisoners of war."
"Slaves, say rather!" flashed the passionate thought of the golden mare in the forefront. "Slaves, beaten into beasts of burden by the Humanites! Tark, do they know this in Vruun?"
The Valley of Creation Page 5
