Return To Kaldak rb-36

by Джеффри Лорд

  «And the other woman, the old one. That was Feragga, wasn’t it?»

  «As far as I can tell, yes.»

  «Wonder how far that is, Voros. Wonder if you are really a-Voros, in fact.»

  Ezarn wouldn’t do anything violent or dangerous even if he wasn’t told the truth. But he’d been too good a soldier and too loyal a friend to be told anything else. He deserved the truth more than anybody in this Dimension except the young woman who’d already found it out.

  «I am-«he began then Ezarn shouted:

  «Look out!»

  A laser beam ripped past. It came from below and off to the right. As Ezarn sprang into the turret, Blade spotted the Doimari lifter rising from behind a clump of tall trees in the forest below.

  So did Ezarn. The turret lazer went tsssrrpppp! and a piece of the other lifter’s hull glowed, then peeled away. It slammed against the trees, but its own laser was also turret-mounted. In spite of the unstable platform under him, the turret gunner shot back. Smoke, hot air, and bits of molten metal sprayed back at Ezarn as the enemy beam took off the barrel of his laser.

  Ezarn fell back into the cabin, coughing, cursing, and beating out burning spots on his clothes. He was making so much noise that Blade was fairly sure he wasn’t badly hurt. Cheeky squalled in rage and alarm but had the sense to stay out from underfoot.

  Then Blade saw two more lifters rising from the bank of a small river. He didn’t know if the detachment’s commander was trigger-happy or if he’d been warned somehow. If he was attacking on his own initiative and his detachment was wiped out, the raiders might still escape.

  Not if Blade used his radio, though. He’d just have to trust to Baliza’s good sense, to make her pick sound tactics. «Ezarn, get your own laser and stand ready by the doors. I’m going down under them.»

  «Right, Voros!» Ezarn scrambled into position so fast that Blade stopped worrying about his being hurt. He concentrated on the controls, putting the lifter into a dive with the propellers wide open.

  He’d covered half the distance to the enemy before they saw him coming.

  The attack was a complete surprise to Baliza. Before she’d recovered from the surprise, the first enemy lifter had plunged to the ground and exploded. Then she saw her father’s lifter, plunging straight at the other two enemies.

  «May the Laws protect us,» she breathed. She saw again the sight of the two Intelligence men, ramming the enemy at the cost of their own lives. She imagined her father falling down through the sky in a smashed lifter, his body crushed and charred but still horribly alive after it struck. She heard his screams-then let out one of her own.

  «No!»

  The Doimari would have both her and her father or neither of them.

  She put her lifter’s nose down and fed it power. At the same time, she was adjusting the controls on the main laser. Its power supply was fully charged.

  She swept past the other two lifters, ignoring the staring faces at their doors and window. Out in front, she saw that the enemy was reacting to her father’s attack. But would they react fast enough, and how? If they didn’t break to the right and left, he would ram them. But if they did break, where would they go? She estimated distances and times, made a careful adjustment of her own lifter’s course, then rested one finger on the firing button.

  The two Doimari lifters broke, one hard to the right, the other hard to the left. A laser beam darted out of Blade’s door at the one on the right. The one on the left swung out wide, precisely on the course Baliza had predicted. She stabbed the firing button.

  Laser beam and lifter met in a perfect mating.

  She must have hit the power supply, because the enemy lifter blew apart like a hand grenade. White-hot pieces arched down through the sky from a cloud of sparks and blue smoke.

  The other lifter and Blade’s were now too close together to let Baliza risk a second shot. She clenched her gun hand into a fist to keep her finger off the hutton.

  Another blazing exchange of laser beams. Blade’s machine was hit, and hard-it started to lurch downward toward the river. If it lost all lift this high-Baliza forced the thought out of her mind.

  Then she saw that the last enemy lifter was wandering aimlessly in circles, its nose smoking, its pilot apparently dead or hurt. It showed no signs of falling.

  It showed no signs of maneuvering, either, as Baliza got into position behind and lasered it. This one didn’t explode, but it was a lifeless, smoking wreck as it plunged into the river in a cloud of steam.

  The waves from the crash were still spreading when Blade’s lifter made a slightly more dignified landing in the river. It promptly started to sink, but Baliza sighed with relief when she saw her father and another man climb out on the roof. There was also something small and blue riding on her father’s shoulder.

  She started down toward the river, while the other two raider lifters flew in circles above her.

  The last air was bubbling out of the sinking lifter when Blade saw his daughter waving to him out of her cockpit window. She cut the propellers back and came to a stop almost overhead.

  «You first, Ezarn,» he said. «Then I’ll hand up Cheeky.»

  Ezarn tossed the laser up into the open door and swung himself up. He was leaning over the edge to reach for Cheeky when the feather-monkey leaped. He sailed clear over Ezarn and vanished into the lifter. By then the water was up to Blades’ knees. Baliza lowered her lifter another foot, and Ezarn yanked him in so hard Blade felt his arms and shoulders protesting. It was still better than an impromptu swim in a river which might hold anything, most of it mutated and all of it hungry.

  As the lifter rose, Blade went forward. He looked carefully at the wounded Intelligence man lying on the floor of the cabin; he appeared to be safely unconscious. Each step seemed longer to Blade than the last, and the final step up to his daughter in the pilot’s seat seemed the longest of all. Then Blade consigned the Dimension X secret to the devil, bent down, and kissed Baliza on the forehead.

  «You’re a daughter to be proud of,» was all he felt able to say. He was afraid his voice wouldn’t stay steady for more than that.

  «Sidas was afraid of you worrying about my safety,» said Baliza softly. «He didn’t think I might find a time to be worried about-yours.» She raised one hand and wiped the back of it across her eyes. «Father. .»

  «What’s the matter, girl?» said Feragga with a chuckle. «That wasn’t the way you greeted him the last time you met, I’ve heard.»

  «Oh, shut up, you bawdy old witch,» growled Blade. «Or better yet, make yourself useful. Get on the radio-the Sky Voice-and listen to the talk between the Doimari lifters. That may tell us if anyone heard a call from the ones we shot down.»

  «Yes, Sky Master,» said Feragga with sarcastic meekness.

  Blade grinned. He understood now what Feragga had been doing-trying to keep him and Baliza from being completely carried away by their emotions. She’d probably been right, too. This far inside Doimari territory, they were a long way from being out of the woods yet.

  Feragga listened for an hour without hearing any signs that the battle by the river had been detected. Apparently the Doimari commander had been acting on his own initiative and sent out no messages before he went down.

  By then it was mid-afternoon. Blade started searching for a clearing where he could land and hide the lifters. He wanted to find it, get the lifters out of sight, and make camp before dark.

  Chapter 27

  Ikhnan himself and Shangbari were the only two of the Red Cats to go with Voros at dawn to the skymachines which would take him to the City of Kaldak. The rest of the Tribe, warriors and women alike, were too drunk or sound asleep.

  Not that Shangbari would have called himself sober. There had been much beer drunk last night, and even some strong Kaldakan waters from Monitor Bekror’s house. All wanted to celebrate the victory and the escape and give the spirits of the dead a proper start toward the Great Hunt. Voros the Wise drank as much as anyone, f
or he had won the victory but had his woman Sparra to mourn.

  And the cunning of the escape! That was worth much beer all by itself. Flying so far into Doimar that no map showed where they were, then sitting in the forest for days while the Doimari looked for them in all the places they were not. Shangbari had fed them well during those days with his hunting skills, although some of the animals were strange even to him. He was as proud of how well they’d eaten because of his skills as he was of the Doimari he’d killed at the wizards’ home.

  No one would ever again doubt that Shangbari was the finest hunter of the Red Cats. And Shangbari knew he owed this also to Voros the Wise, a man of the City of Kaldak.

  Clearly the gods had made many kinds of City men-and women.

  Now Voros and Ezarn stood beside their machine, waiting for the chief and the hunter to come up. Cheeky and the Red Cat Fija were sitting face to face at their feet, like two human friends saying farewell.

  «Farewell, Ikhnan, Shangbari,» said Voros. «If it is so willed, I shall return to do you more honor.»

  «The greatest honor you can do is leading us again in battle, if there is a worthy enemy to be fought,» said Ikhnan. Shangbari nodded.

  «That would be a pleasure, if it can be so,» said Voros. «I have never led better fighting men than the Red Cats.»

  «I’ve never fought beside better, neither,» said Ezarn, although he looked at the ground as he said it instead of at the two Tribesmen.

  Then Voros’s face set hard. Cheeky jumped up on his shoulder, and he and Ezarn climbed into the sky machine. It rose, and the other three rose with it. Like birds flying away for the winter, they vanished over the treetops.

  Shangbari looked at Ikhnan. «I wonder why Voros looks as if he was going to punishment instead of honor for his victory?»

  «Perhaps he has offended someone powerful in Kaldak,» said the chief. «There have always been those in the Cities who wanted them to unite against the Tribes, not fight each other. Certainly they would not be happy that he has won his victory with our aid!»

  Ikhnan was shrewd, as usual. «They will find him hard to kill,» said Shangbari. «Ezarn will guard his back to the death, and so will Baliza.»

  Shangbari did not know what to make of the woman Baliza, other than that she seemed to be a warrior-woman even more formidable than Sparra. Sometimes she behaved as if she had once been Voros’s woman. Other times she behaved as if she was blood kin, unlawful for him to bed. Well, either way she would be sworn to defend or avenge him.

  Short of a firing squad, Blade wasn’t really sure what to expect on his return to Kaldak. He’d finally stopped worrying about the Dimension X secret to the point where he could see things from the point of view of the Kaldakans. After all, his return from the dead must have thrown a rather large wrench in their works, too!

  So it was pleasant but not completely a surprise to discover what Sidas planned to do about the Sky Master’s return. Once he’d listened to Blade’s story, he thanked Blade, poured out beer, and said:

  «We’re not going to tell anybody a damned thing. Not a word. As far as we’re concerned, the raid was led by Cadet Commander Voros, who’s going to get a pardon and a company of his own.»

  The High Commander laughed. «This is partly because we respect you and the way you wanted to keep your return a secret. But don’t flatter yourself that’s the only reason.»

  «That’s no way to talk to-«began Baliza, but Sidas waved her to silence.

  «It’s the way to talk to a soldier of Kaldak. I want to think of Blade that way, if I can. And that’s another reason why I don’t want the news to get out. Consider how few people will even try to think of the Sky Master as just another man. Consider how many are going to think of him as a god who came to get us out of trouble again. If too many of them think that, they’ll be expecting him to come back and save them every time Kaldak gets into trouble.

  «Also, from what Blade says, it will be a century or more before we can use his method of traveling between the-Dimensions?» Blade nodded. Sidas went on. «A century, before the ‘brains’ we use in our Fighting Machines are good enough. But people won’t believe that. They’ll expect a miracle tomorrow, ask our scientists to produce it, then tear them apart if they don’t.»

  Blade nodded again. He wasn’t entirely sure it would take a whole century for Kaldak to develop the computers. They might even find some other method of inter-Dimensional travel. Such existed, and there just weren’t that many rules on the subject.

  However, Sidas’s mistake wouldn’t do anyone any harm. If someone in this Dimension did get inter-Dimensional travel, it was more likely to be Doimar, with its Seekers and telepaths. The raid had undoubtedly set them back a couple of generations, but it hadn’t completely wiped out their City’s advantage.

  «Yes,» said Baliza «We’ve got better things to do than hunt the Golden Munfan. Also, if no one knows that Blade saved us again, nobody will say anything against the High Command or the Intelligence people.»

  «What’s there to say against me?» said Sidas.

  «A lot, when my father’s not around to tell me I should be more respectful to a superior,» said Baliza.

  Sidas grunted. «All right.»

  Blade smiled. He was pretty sure what Baliza had to say and could almost feel sorry for Sidas. Baliza still wasn’t happy about the lack of coordination between her mission and Blade’s, even though everybody had been lucky. She was going to have some things to say about desk-bound superiors. They would probably be the same things he’d said in his younger days, when he’d felt he was carrying the can for their mistakes.

  That evening Sidas threw a party, for everyone who was in on the secret.

  It was a highly informal party, with nobody standing on rank. Even Ezarn finally got used to talking to Monitor Bekror and taking a glass of beer from a tray held by his High Commander. He still looked a bit as if he’d been hit over the head and hadn’t quite recovered. Blade expected the man would sooner or later get used to the fact that his old comrade Voros was really the Sky Master Blade: Ezarn wasn’t stupid, he was impossible to frighten, and having an assured future (in the Monitor Bekror’s guards, with a farm of his own) probably wouldn’t hurt either.

  Cheeky ate so much that finally he vomited all over Baliza’s tunic. She washed him off, put him to bed, then went around the rest of the evening bare to the waist. For the first time in his life Blade found himself trying not to look at such a good-looking, woman parading around half-bare. However, he finally remembered that this was Kaldakan custom. Blood kin had a complete right to be casually nude around each other.

  «It’s good to see her that way,» Bekror told Blade as they both refilled their cups. «I wouldn’t care to have some unnatural fear crawling in her mind when I marry her.»

  Blade looked at his cup, to see if somebody had spiked his drink. Or maybe he’d just drunk too much?

  «I thought you said you wanted to marry Baliza,» he said slowly.

  «I did,» said Bekror. «If she’ll have me.»

  «And if she won’t?»

  «She’s the best woman I’ve known for a long time. She’s not the only one. If she says no, I’ll let her go. I value my peace of mind too much.»

  «Not to mention your ribs, skull, and back teeth,» added Blade.

  «Them, too.»

  They talked freely after that. Bekror wanted a wife who would outlive him and be able to take care of his estates and any children she had by him.

  «About the taking care, I’m not worried,» said Blade. «About the outliving-well, she’s got one of my worst habits. She’ll always run to find out what’s happening, no matter how dangerous it might be.»

  «She’ll have a double dose of it, then. Her mother was like that.» They both drank to Kareena’s memory. «What do you suggest my doing about it?»

  «Learn to live with it, or you’ll have to learn to live without her,» said Blade flatly.

  «That’s all?»

 
«That’s all. And you didn’t really need my advice, did you?»

  Blade wanted out of this embarrassing situation of advising a prospective son-in-law who was almost old enough to be his own father, about a daughter whom the other man surely knew much better than he did! Inter-Dimensional family reunions were a headache.

  Blade, Feragga, and Baliza left the party by midnight, while they were all still sober enough to fly. They were going south, to meet the one man Blade wanted to see who hadn’t been at the party. It would have caused too much talk, to recall Bairam from his exile in the south.

  Feragga was going south with them, to wait out the crisis in Doimar. «I’m going back as soon as I’m sure I’ll be heard instead of shot at,» she said bluntly. «And if that doesn’t happen-if I have to stay in Kaldak-I’m not going to ask anyone to come. Anybody who wants to come to me from Doimar, that’s up to them.»

  «We risked-«Baliza began, but her father put a hand on her shoulder.

  «I know what you risked, and I know what you did. That destruction of the cliff-it wasn’t your fault, but the Seekers died. My Seekers, more than Detcharn’s.

  «I’m grateful to be alive. I’m still not grateful enough to be a traitor, and there’s nothing you can do to change my mind on that. Nor you either, Blade,» she said with a grin. «I’ve still got a soft heart for you, but not a soft head.»

  Blade had the feeling that before long the Kaldakans were going to wish they’d left Feragga in Doimar! He couldn’t completely share the feeling-he was too glad she was alive. But he wasn’t at all surprised at her refusal to be a traitor. That was one more thing he could have told the Kaldakans in advance, if he hadn’t been so carefully hiding his identity.

  He made a mental note to talk with Feragga about the use of rockets for space flight. If the Doimari got turned in that direction, it might keep them peaceful and would certainly help the whole Dimension recover. If only his son Detcharn had thought of that himself! His name might be honored in the history of this world, instead of cursed.

  To their surprise, Geyrna met them at the lifter field. «Do you mind if I come along?» she said.