Kickaha fastened his teeth on the redskin’s nose and bit savagely. One groping hand felt around, closed on testicles, and squeezed.
Screaming, the man rolled off. Kickaha released his teeth, spun around on this back, raised his neck to see his enemy, and kicked his head hard with the heels of his feet. The man went limp and silent.
A hoof drove down hard, scraping the side of his upper arm. He rolled over to keep from being trampled. Blood and moosoid manure fell on him, and sand was kicked into his eyes. He got to his hands and knees. Half-blind, he crawled through the fray, was knocked over once by something or other, probably the side of a flailing hikwu-leg, got up, and crawled some more, stopped once when a spear drove into the sand just in front of his face, and then, finally, was in the water.
Here he opened his eyes all the way and ducked his head under the surface. It came up in time for him to see two mounted battlers coming toward him, a Thana and an Amerind striking at each other with boomerangs. The male beast of one was pushing the female of another out into the water. If he stayed where he was he was going to be pounded by the hooves. He dived away, his face and chest scraping against the bottom sand. When he came up, he was about twenty feet away. By then he recognized the Thana who was being driven from the shore. He was the chief, holding in one hand Kickaha’s metal knife and in the other a boomerang. But he was outclassed by the younger man. His arms moved slowly as if they were very tired and the redskin was grinning in anticipation of his triumph.
Kickaha stood up to his waist and waded toward them. He got to the chief’s side just as a blow from the yound man’s boomerang made the older’s arm nerveless. The boomerang dropped; the chief thrust with his left but his knife missed; the enemy’s wooden weapon came down on his head twice.
Wergenget dropped the knife into the water. Kickaha dived after it, skimmed the bottom, and his groping hands felt the blade. Then something, Wergenget, of course, fell on him. The shock knocked the air out of Kickaha’s lungs; he gasped; water filled his throat; he came up out of the sea coughing and choking. He was down again, propelled by the redskin, who had jumped off his hikwu. Kickaha was at a definite disadvantage, trying to get his breath, and at the same time feeling for the knife he’d dropped.
His antagonist wasn’t as big as he was, but he was certainly strong and quick. His left hand closed over Kickaha’s throat, and his right hand came up with the boomerang. Kickaha, looking up through watery eyes, could see death. His right leg came up between the man’s legs and his knee drove into the warrior’s crotch. Since the leg had to come out of the water, its force wasn’t as strong as Kickaha had hoped. Nevertheless, it was enough to cause the redskin some pain. For a moment, his hand loosed the throat, and he straightened up, his face contorted.
Kickaha was still on his back in the water, and his choking hadn’t stopped. But his left hand touched something hard, the fingers opened out and closed on the blade. They moved up and gripped the hilt. The Indian reached down to grab the throat of what he thought was still a much-disadvantaged enemy. But he stood to one side so Kickaha couldn’t use the crotch kick again.
Kickaha drove the end of the knife into the youth’s belly just above the pubic region. It slit open the flesh to the navel; the youth dropped the boomerang, the hand reaching for the throat fell away; he looked surprised, clutched his belly, and fell face forward into the water.
Kickaha spent some time seemingly coughing his lungs out. Then he scanned the scene. The two beasts ridden by the chief and the Indian had bolted. Anana and McKay were still about four hundred feet from the shore and swimming strongly. The battle on the beach had tipped in favor of the Amerinds. But here came more of the Thana, including the women and Onil and Opwel, who had came down from their sentry perches.
After removing Wergenget’s belt and sheath, he wrapped it around his waist. He picked up a boomerang and waded until the water was up to his knees. He followed the line of the beach, got past the action, went ashore, and ran along the sand. When he got near some riderless moosoids, he slowed down, approached them cautiously, seized the reins, and tied them to the bushes. Another unmounted hikwu trotted along but slowed enough when Kickaha called to him to allow his reins to be grabbed. Kickaha tied him up and waded out into the sea to help the swimmers. They came along several minutes later. They were panting and tired. He had to support both to get them in to shore without collapsing. They threw themselves down on the sand and puffed like a blacksmith’s bellows.
He said, “You’ve got to get up on the hikwu.”
“Hikwu?” Anana managed to say.
“The meese. Your steeds await to carry you off from peril.”
He jerked a thumb at the beasts.
Anana succeeded in smiling. “Kickaha? Won’t you ever quit kidding?”
He pulled her up, and she threw her arms around him and wept a little. “Oh, Kickaha, I thought I’d never see you again!”
“I’ve never been so happy,” he said, “but I’ll be even happier if we get out of here now.”
They ran to the animals, untied them, mounted, and galloped off. The clash and cry of battle faded away, and when they rounded another big bend they lost both sight and sound of it. They settled into a fast trot. Kickaha told her what had happened to him, though he discreetly omitted certain incidents. She then told her tale, slightly censored. Both expected to supply the missing details later, but now did not seem like a good time.
Kickaha said, “At any time, when you were up in a tree, did you see anything that could have been the palace?”
She shook her head.
“Well, I think we ought to climb one of those mountains surrounding the sea and take a look. Some are about five thousand feet high. If we could get to the top of one of those, we could see, hmm, it’s been so long I can’t remember. Wait a minute, I think from that height the horizon is, ah, around ninety-six statute miles.
“Well, it doesn’t matter. We can see a hell of a long ways, and the palace is really big, according to Urthona. On the other hand, the horizon of this planet may not be as far away as Earth’s. Anyway, it’s worth a try.”
Anana agreed. McKay didn’t comment since the two were going to do what they wanted to do. He followed them into the woods.
It took three days to get to the top of the conical peak. The climb was difficult enough, but they had to take time out to hunt and to allow themselves and the beasts to rest. After hobbling the animals, Anana and Kickaha set out on foot, leaving McKay to make sure the hikwu didn’t stray too far. The last hundred feet of the ascent was the hardest. The mountain ended in a sharp spire that swayed back and forth due to the slightly changing shape of the main mass. The very tip, though it looked needle-sharp from below, actually was a dirt platform about the size of a large dining room table. They stood on it and swept the sea with their gaze and wished they had a pair of binoculars.
After a while, Kickaha said, “Nothing.”
“I’m afraid so,” Anana said. She turned around to look over the vista outside the sea-land, and she clutched his arm.
“Look!”
Kickaha’s eyes sighted along the line indicated by her arm.
“I don’t know,” he said. “It looks like a big dark rock, or a hill, to me.”
“No, it’s moving! Wait a minute.”
The object could easily have been hidden by one of two mountains if it had been on the left or right for a half of a mile. It was moving just beyond a very broad pass and going up a long gentle slope. Kickaha estimated that it was about twenty miles away and of an enormous size.
“That has to be the palace!” he said. “It must have come through a pass from the sea-land!”
The only thing damping his joy was that it was so far away. By the time they got down off the mountain, traveled to the next pass and got through it, the palace would be even further away. Not only that, they could not depend upon the two mountains to guide them. By the time they got there, the mountains could be gone or they could hav
e split into four or merged into one. It was so easy to lose your bearings here, especially when there was no east or north or south or west.
Still, the range that circled the sea-lands would be behind them and it changed shape very little.
“Let’s go!” he said, and he began to let himself backward over the lip of the little plateau.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
It was eleven days later. The trio hoped that within a few days they would be in sight of the palace. The twin peaks between which it had gone had become one breast-shaped giant. Deep hollows had formed around it, and these were full of water from a heavy rain of the day before. It was necessary to go about ten miles around the enormous moat.
Before they rounded it, the mountain grew into a cone, the hollows pushed up, spilling the water out. They decided to climb the mountain then to get another sight of Urthona’s ex-abode. Though the climb would delay them even more, they thought it worth it. The mobile structure could have headed on a straight line, turned in either direction, or even be making a great curve to come behind them. According to Anana’s uncle, when it was on automatic, its travel path was random.
On top of the mountain, they looked in all directions. Plains and ranges spread out, slowly shifting shape. There was plenty of game and here and there dark masses which were groves and forests of traveling plants. Far off to the right were tiny figures, a line of tribespeople on their way to the sea-land.
All three strained their eyes and finally Kickaha saw a dot moving slowly straight ahead. Was it an army of trees or the palace?
“I don’t think you could see it if it was composed of plants,” Anana said. “They don’t get very high, you know. At this distance that object would have to be something with considerable height.”
“Let’s hope so,” Kickaha said.
McKay groaned. He was tired of pushing themselves and the animals to the limit.
There was nothing to do but go on. Though they traveled faster than their quarry, they had to stop to hunt, eat, drink, and sleep. It continued on at its mild pace, a kilometer an hour, like an enormous mindless untiring turtle in tepid heat looking for a mate. And it left no tracks, since it floated a half-meter above the surface.
For the next three days it rained heavily. They slogged on through, enduring the cold showers, but many broad depressions formed and filled with water, forcing them to go around them. Much mileage was lost.
The sixth day after they’d sighted the palace again, they lost Anana’s beast. While they were sleeping, a lion attacked it, and though they drove the lion off, they had to put the badly mauled hikwu out of its misery. This provided for their meat supply for several days before it got too rotten to eat, but Anana had to take turns riding behind the two men. And this slowed them down.
The sixteenth day, they climbed another mountain for another sighting. This time they could identify it, but it wasn’t much closer than the last time seen.
“We could chase it clear around this world,” McKay said disgruntledly.
“If we have to, we have to,” Kickaha said cheerfully. “You’ve been bitching a lot lately, Mac. You’re beginning to get on my nerves. I know it’s a very hard life, and you haven’t had a woman for many months, but you’d better grin and bear it. Crack a few jokes, do a cakewalk now and then.”
McKay looked sullen. “This ain’t no minstrel show.”
“True, but Anana and I are doing our best to make light of it. I suggest you change your attitude. You could be worse off. You could be dead. We have a chance, a good one, to get out of here. You might even get back to Earth, though I suppose it’d be best for the people there if you didn’t. You’ve stolen, tortured, killed, and raped. But maybe, if you were in a different environment, you might change. That’s why I don’t think it’d be a good idea for you to return to Earth.”
“How in hell did we get off from my bitching to that subject,” McKay said.
Kickaha grinned. “One thing leads to another. The point I’m getting at is that you’re a burden. Anana and I could go faster if we didn’t have to carry you on our moosoid.”
“Yours?” McKay blazed, sullenness becoming open anger. “She’s riding on my gregg!”
“Actually, it belongs to an Indian. Did, I should say. Now its whoever has the strength to take it. Do I make myself clear?”
“You’d desert me?”
“Rationally, we should. But Anana and I won’t as long as you help us. So,” he suddenly shouted, “quit your moaning and groaning!”
McKay grinned. “Okay. I guess you’re right. I ain’t no crybaby, normally, but this …” He waved a hand to indicate the whole world. “Too much. But I promise to stop beefing. I guess I ain’t been no joy for you two.”
Kickaha said, “Okay. Let’s go. Now, did I ever tell you about the time I had to hide in a fully stocked wine cellar in a French town when the Krauts retook it?”
Two months later, the traveling building still had not been caught. They were much closer now. When they occasionally glimpsed it, it was about ten miles away. Even at that distance, it looked enormous, towering an estimated 2600 feet, a little short of half a mile. Its width and length were each about 1200 feet, and its bottom was flat.
Kickaha could see its outline but could not, of course, make out its details. According to Urthona, it would, at close range, look like an ambulatory Arabian Nights city with hundreds of towers, minarets, domes, and arches. From time to time its surface changed color, and once it was swathed in rainbows.
Now, it was halfway on the other side of an enormous plain that had opened out while they were coming down a mountain. The range that had ringed it was flattening out, and the animals that had been on the mountainsides were now great herds on the plains.
“Ten miles away,” Kickaha said. “And it must have about thirty miles more to go before it reaches the end of the plain. I say we should try to catch it now. Push until our hikwu drop and then chase it on foot. Keep going no matter what.”
The others agreed, but they weren’t enthusiastic. They’d lost weight, and their faces were hollow-cheeked, their eyes ringed with the dark of near-exhaustion. Nevertheless, they had to make the effort. Once the palace reached the mountains, it would glide easily up over them, maintaining the same speed as it had on the plain. But its pursuers would have to slow down.
As soon as they reached the flatland, they urged the poor devils under them into a gallop. They responded as best they could, but they were far from being in top condition. Nevertheless, the ground was being eaten up. The herds parted before them, the antelopes and gazelles stampeding. During the panic the predators took advantage of the confusion and panic. The dogs, baboons, moas, and lions caught fleeing beasts and dragged them to the ground. Roars, barks, screams drifted by the riders as they raced toward their elusive goal.
Now Kickaha saw before them some very strange creatures. They were mobile plants—perhaps—resembling nothing he’d ever come across before. In essence, they looked like enormous logs with legs. The trunks were horizontal, pale-gray, with short stubby branches bearing six or seven diamond-shaped black-green leaves. From each end rose structures that looked like candelabra. But as he passed one he saw that eyes, enormous eyes, much like human eyes, were at the ends of the candelabra. These turned as the two moosoids galloped by.
More of these weird-looking things lay ahead of them. Each had a closed end and an open end.
Kickaha directed his hikwu away from them, and McKay followed suit. Kickaha shouted to Anana, who was seated behind him, “I don’t like the looks of those things!”
“Neither do I!”
One of the logoids, about fifty yards to one side, suddenly began tilting up its open end, which was pointed at them. The other end rested on the ground while the forelegs began telescoping upward.
Kickaha got the uneasy impression that the thing resembled a cannon the muzzle of which was being elevated for firing.
A moment later, the dark hole in its raised end
shot out black smoke. From the smoke something black and blurred described an arc and fell about twenty feet to their right.
It struck the rusty grass, and it exploded.
The moosoid screamed and increased its gallop as if it had summoned energy from somewhere within it.
Kickaha was half-deafened for a moment. But he wasn’t so stunned he didn’t recognize the odor of the smoke. Black gunpowder!
Anana said, “Kickaha, you’re bleeding!”
He didn’t feel anything, and now was no time to stop to find out where he’d been hit. He yelled more encouragement to his hikwu. But that yell was drowned the next moment when at least a dozen explosions circled him. The smoke blinded him for a moment, then he was out of it. Now he couldn’t hear at all. Anana’s hands were still around his waist, though, so he knew she was still with him.
He looked back over his shoulder. Here came McKay on his beast flying out of black clouds. And behind him came a projectile, a shell-shaped black object, drifting along lazily, or so it seemed. It fell behind McKay, struck, went up with a roar, a cloud of smoke in the center of which fire flashed. The black man’s hikwu went over, hooves over hooves. McKay flew off the saddle, struck the ground, and rolled. The big body of his hikwu flipflopped by, narrowly missing him.
But McKay was up and running.
Kickaha pulled his hikwu up, stopping it.
Through the drifting smoke he could see that a dozen of the plants had erected their front open ends and pointed them toward the humans. Out of the cannonlike muzzles of two shot more smoke, noise, and projectiles. These blew up behind McKay at a distance of forty feet. He threw himself on the ground—too late, of course to escape their effects—but he was up and running as soon as they had gone off.
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