by E. C. Tubb
A scrabble and Eidhal kicked, a multi-legged body falling to the ground. Trust the ilden to scent prey. A nuisance more than anything else, but a sting could burn, cause a hand to slip, a body to fall. Below, the codors would be waiting.
He relaxed, forcing himself to ease an inner tension. There was nothing to worry about. He had done this before and remained unscathed. True, four others of his batch had failed and another had turned into a ghost, but that had been years ago. Yet, they had been as strong as he. Had he survived only because of the luck of the draw, as Dumarest had suggested? One of those who had not been attacked by the mysterious Kheld? Would he have survived if he had?
Odo, he had been strong too, a virile lad with a zest for life, quick at games, the delight of his mother, the pride of Chart. He had died a year later, slow to lift his spear, wanting to find a clean end, perhaps. Lyd also had not lasted long. She had mourned her husband and then had gone to walk among the predators which had taken him. Eidhal had followed her, too late. She had died in his arms, his only sister-why was life so unfair?
He stiffened as he heard a faint sound. The wind? It was possible. The soft breeze could play tricks with a straining ear. He listened again, concentrating, hearing a thin, high cluttering which died as soon as it registered. A familiar sound, one he had forgotten, his skin prickling as he recalled the past. Even then he had not been sure, dismissing it as a figment of imagination, remembering the advice he had been given.
"Remain calm, keep your head, be resolute." Advice he had passed on.
A puff of wind and again the weird, eerie sound, this time accompanied by another. The soft impact of climbing boots, the rasp of a human breath.
"Varg-can you hear it?"
Dumarest, clinging to the stone, looking upwards, his face dim in the starlight.
"I'm not sure. I-"
"Come down. Quietly. You can handle the predators?"
"Yes." Glad of action Eidhal climbed down the high pinnacle, stood at Dumarest's side. "What is it?"
"Over there. Where Croft is. Don't make a noise."
He moved to the right, soundless, Eidhal like a shadow at his side. He had expected the ground to be thick with codors, but none were in evidence. A chittinous body crushed beneath his foot, proof of their stealth. The things were normally wary.
"Listen!"
Dumarest had halted, looking upwards to where Croft sat perched on his finger of stone. The man was visible only as a blur against the stars. A blur which moved as the air filled with a faint stridulation, a chittering which grew stronger, lowered, seemed to hover over the dim shape, to engulf it.
Croft moaned. It was a sound barely louder than a sigh. A release of breath from constricted lungs, a prolonged exhalation. The chittering increased in volume and then, abruptly, stilled.
"God!" Eidhal felt his stomach contract, his skin crawl as he looked upwards. "What the hell's happening?"
On the pinnacle, something was feeding. It was diaphanous, a thing of gauzy membranes which caught the starlight and reflected it in wispy shimmers. A web of near-invisible filaments which could ride the wind, falling as it condensed, rising as it extended. A web which was formed of a diffused kind of life, alien to human experience.
"Croft! We must-"
"No!" Dumarest held the man fast. There was nothing they could do-and a point had to be proven. "He's gone," he said. "It's already too late. If he doesn't fall and kill himself, he'll be a ghost."
Chapter Fourteen
"Croft." Vestaler shook his head, conscious of his guilt, his relief that it had not been Usdon. Wine stood on the table and he poured himself a measure, sipping, his eyes thoughtful as he stared over the rim of the goblet. "Why?" he demanded. "Why Croft?"
"He was afraid," said Dumarest. "His own fear killed him."
His own terror, the sweat of fear perhaps, attracting the Kheld to its scent. Usdon's face darkened as he remembered what he had seen. It had been a mercy the man had fallen, crushing his skull as he landed, to lie helpless for the predators.
They had been denied their prey. The body was taken, buried now with all honors. A ceremony Croft had deserved. By his death, he had saved the lives of others. No longer would the ordeal be held in the high places. The initiation would be changed, young lives saved, the uneasy presence of the ghosts eliminated for all time.
Usdon poured wine, handed Dumarest a goblet, lifted his own in salute.
"For what you have done, we thank you," he said with formal courtesy. "May your life among us be long and pleasant."
The next barrier was to be surmounted. He and Iduna were safe, but still confined to the valley. A problem to be solved, but Dumarest said nothing as he returned the salute.
The wine was strong, rich with flavor, comforting to his stomach and easing his fatigue. The journey, the vigil, the return-and his full strength had yet to return.
"How did you know?" asked Vestaler. "Did Leon tell you?"
"No, he betrayed none of your secrets. But what must have happened was obvious. He was curious and must have sneaked close to the high places to watch the ordeal. He saw something, or heard something, and it frightened him. He wore the yellow to gain time and, when it ran out, he could do nothing but run." Dumarest lowered the empty goblet. "In his way, he was very brave."
"You liked him," said Usdon with sudden understanding. "He reminded you of someone, perhaps."
Of himself when young, traveling, working, moving on. A little bewildered and unsure, a stranger in a constantly changing world. But Leon had lacked the one thing Dumarest possessed, the luck which had enabled him to survive.
There, but for the grace of God, went I! A sobering thought.
"What I can't understand is how you managed to escape the Kheld the first time you experienced them," said Vestaler. "When you were on your journey."
"There were four of us," said Dumarest. "We were close. Chaque and I were awake and able to give each other strength. And I have met odd life forms before."
"And you are not prone to fear," said Usdon. "Your courage saved the others."
"Perhaps." Dumarest helped himself to more wine. "But I think Jalch saved us. He was dreaming, experiencing a nightmare, and he woke. Perhaps his thoughts, his hate-who can tell?"
"Yet you went to the high places knowing what could happen. The act of a brave man." Again, Usdon lifted his goblet in salute. "You and your woman will breed fine children. They, in turn, will add to the strength of others."
"She is not my woman."
"Not of the Original People?" Usdon frowned, then shrugged. "It is not important. She can be indoctrinated into the mysteries, taught the things we know, the past which has to be remembered. It is unusual, but it can be done. We owe you that and more."
There would be a house and a position, rank which would gain in stature as the years passed. There would be work to engage his hands and mind, boys to train, men to teach. He would tell them stories of other worlds and expand their horizons, far beyond that of the valley. Given time he could change their ways, introduce machines, encourage trade. Give them life.
Already they were too inbred, young faces bearing a similar stamp, lines of weakness lying close beneath the surface. Fresh blood would revitalize them, his own and that of others. The mountains could hold minerals and gems, the predators could provide skins and furs. Even the Kheld could be snared and sold to zoos. A worthy task for any man and here, maybe, he would come as close as he ever would to home. To Earth.
A temptation. A snare loaded with enticing bait; authority, respect, security, the power to manipulate lives, to guide the destiny of a people. Iduna.
* * * * *
She entered the chamber as if at a signal, coming directly towards him, her hands extended, features radiating pleasure.
"Earl! I've been so worried! Thank God you're alive and well!"
"And you?"
"They kept me within a house. There was a loom and some of the women tried to teach me how to use it Earl, it
's not for me."
He said, flatly, "They say that we have to stay here. You will have to weave, bake bread, make pots, do what the other women do. Mate with me," he added. "Bear my children."
"Earl!"
"Does the prospect horrify you?"
"No, why should it?" Her eyes were candid as they met his own. "If we have to, then we must."
"Your body against mine," he said deliberately. "Hot as we mate, your womb filled with child, growing, swelling, later to feed the new life. And not just once, Iduna, but many times. We shall eat together, sleep together. Your body will provide my pleasure, my hands-" He broke off, eyes narrowed, searching. "You do not object?"
"No." She swallowed, then managed to smile. "Of course not. You are a fine man, Earl. No woman could ask for better. We can be happy here, you and I. The valley is a nice place, the people kind. When-"
"Now! Today!"
"You mean that tonight-?" Again, she swallowed. "But why the hurry? Earl, you must give me a little time, a few days at least. My brother-I can't forget Jalch so soon."
"He was your brother, Iduna, not your husband. I shall be that."
"Yes, Earl, of course. Even so, I need a little time." Her laugh was strained. "You don't understand. I- you will be the first. Please, Earl! Please!"
She sagged as he nodded, her relief obvious. As she left Dumarest said, dryly, "As I told you, she is not my woman."
"But she will obey." Vestaler had watched from where he stood against a wall. "She must obey. There is no alternative."
"I disagree," said Dumarest quietly. "We could always leave."
"That is impossible. No one can leave the valley!"
"No?" Dumarest looked from one to the other, from Usdon to Vestaler. "Like Zafra, you lie. Men left the valley to go searching for Leon. He saw them and they frightened him. That's why he took passage on the first vessel he could find."
"He-"
"Ran," interrupted Dumarest. "We know why, but he did not leave empty handed. He took three things with him. A map which he had to have in order to find his way from the mountains. Something of value which he could sell in order to obtain passage money-what was it?"
"An ancient seal," said Usdon bitterly. "Made of precious metal and gems. It has been with us since the beginning."
"And the photograph," said Vestaler. "The one you brought with you. It is of no importance."
Dumarest said, quietly, "I wasn't counting the photograph. There was something of far higher value. A safeguard in case he should be caught. With it, he could bargain for his life."
"The Eye!" Usdon turned to Vestaler. "Master, he is talking of the Eye of the Past!"
He knew! He had to know. For a moment relief made Vestaler giddy, so that he had to clutch at the table for support. The brooding, the regret was over. Now, at last, he could sleep easily at night instead of spending endless hours in self-recrimination. He should have known, suspected. But how to even imagine the possibility of such an event?
For a boy to act so! The very concept was incredible.
He said, fighting to control the tenor of his voice, "You know? He told you?" And then, as Dumarest remained silent, he shouted, "If you know where it is, man, tell us! I beg you!"
"I will," said Dumarest. "The moment I reach the town."
* * * * *
The price-always there seemed to be a price. First, his life and that of the woman. Now, the demand to leave the valley, to travel safely under escort to the city. To be taken to the field where ships landed and departed for other worlds.
A danger. A thing contrary to the rule-yet how could he refuse?
Vestaler felt that his world had overturned, conscious that he dealt with a man accustomed to things beyond his experience. One who had early learned to take advantage of every chance life had to offer, to gain any edge in order to survive.
"The Eye, Phal," urged Usdon. "The Eye of the Past."
The most sacred object they possessed. One which had been stolen and now, by an incredible series of events, could be regained.
If Leon hadn't met Dumarest. If he hadn't died. If Dumarest himself had died in the crash, or in the mountains-surely fate had guided him.
Or-had he lied? It was possible. Vestaler strained his mind, trying to remember if he had given any clue, any hint which could have been caught, inflated and bounced back as a boy would bounce a ball against a wall. The photograph? Three things, Dumarest had said. Had the photograph been originally one of them, the story changed as he dismissed its importance? Had Usdon spoken too quickly? Provided the essential clue?
Vestaler groped for the wine, filled a goblet with trembling hands, wine spilling as he lifted it to his mouth and gulped it down. How to be sure?
"The Eye, have you seen it?"
Dumarest remained silent.
"How large is it, then?" Usdon was more devious. "You can see that we need proof of what you say."
"It isn't very large-and you need no proof. I will deliver it once I reach the town."
So it was on Shajok! Again Vestaler reached for the wine, halting his hand as it touched the jug. Now was the time for a clear head, and he regretted what he had already taken.
"So it is in the town," he said. "You could tell us where it is and, when we have recovered it, you will be free to leave."
"No."
"You doubt my word?"
"It's my life," said Dumarest harshly. "Too many accidents could happen on the journey. We do it my way, or not at all."
An impasse, but Usdon had a suggestion. "The woman, are you willing to leave her behind?"
"To join me later? Yes."
A possible way out, yet would Dumarest really care if she joined him at all? A chance they had to take, and there would be armed men accompanying him with firm instructions to kill if he should attempt to elude them, or fail to do as he promised.
"Very well," said Vestaler. "Let us make the arrangements."
Iduna glanced at them as they left the house. She stood several yards away, facing the end of the valley away from the mountains.
She stiffened as Dumarest touched her.
"Earl! You promised-"
"To leave you alone and I shall. I'll be leaving soon. You will follow in a few days."
"Leaving? No, Earl, you can't! You mustn't leave me here alone!"
"You'll be safe, Iduna." His voice hardened at her expression. "There's no help for it. It has to be this way."
"You could wait another few days."
"Wait for what?"
"For-" Her eyes moved from his face, focused on the sky, grew alight at what she saw. "For that, Earl. For that!"
A raft which dropped quickly to the ground, to settle close. A raft which held two figures dressed in flaming scarlet, one holding a laser, both adorned with the great seal of the Cyclan.
Chapter Fifteen
Hsi dominated the Council chamber. He stood like a living flame at the end of the table, the acolyte at his side. The cyber's voice was a careful modulation, only the words held an implacable threat.
"I have a device buried within my body. Should my heart cease to beat a signal will be sent and received by those to whom I belong. They will know when and where I died. If it is in this valley, then total destruction will follow. Every man, woman and child, every plant, every animal will be burned to ash."
"You wouldn't dare," said Vestaler. "You haven't the power."
"It would be a mistake for you to think that," said Hsi evenly. "I have no concern for you in this valley-once I depart you may continue your life as before. My only interest lies in Earl Dumarest."
And he had him, finally caught, unable to run, prevented from killing by his concern for others. A weakness which no cyber would be guilty of. Hsi felt the warm satisfaction of mental achievement, the only real pleasure he could know.
"You followed me."
"Of course, Once you had been located on Tradum, your capture was inevitable. Did you really think you could continue to elude the Cycl
an?"
"The boy," said Dumarest. "You found him."
"A simple prediction. He was an innocent, a dreamer who tried to get close to you by the use of a name. Nerth-there is no such place, but the name was close enough to another to arouse your interest. He must have picked up a rumor, or overheard you talking, the details are unimportant. The drug sold you by the apothecary was useless. A harmless sedative. Your use of the raft to gain access to the field was ingenious."
Dumarest said, dryly, "I was in a hurry."
"With reason. You would have been caught within the hour. As it was, Captain Shwarb knew what to do."
Bribed, as every other captain had been bribed.
"You told the boy what ship I was on," said Dumarest harshly. "He came aboard after I did. And you paid Dinok and the engineer to lie about his planet of origin. Leon had to be killed, of course-you red swine!"
"He was expendable."
"You sent me to Shajok," said Dumarest bitterly. "Offered me a bait I couldn't refuse. I should have guessed."
"Every man has a weakness," said Hsi. "And no man can have the kind of luck forever which has saved you so often. The accident of chance and circumstance which, coupled with your quick thinking, has enabled you to escape the Cyclan until now."
"Why did you wait so long. You know where I was headed. You could have had a reception committee waiting at the field."
"Time was against us. Ships few and far between. And precautions were taken."
"Yes," said Dumarest. He looked at the woman. "What did they promise you, Iduna?"
"Earl?"
"At first I suspected Chaque. Your brother was too obvious and the Cyclan are never that. Chaque was a last-minute replacement. Then, when he was dying, he tried to tell me something about you. What happened? Did he see you using a radio in your tent one night? Spot something else when he was watching you undress? Threaten to betray you unless you saw things his way?"
"I don't understand." She looked at him, puzzled. "Earl, what are you saying? We were to be married. You know I wanted to be with you. You know that I love you."
