Conan the Indomitable Part 7
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No. It would not do.
She sighed. She supposed that she should have learned by now not to send a worm to do a witch's job.
It had seemed so simple, to merely fetch the man to her-but no, by the Demon Sensha's Hairy Mound, some laughing fate wished to cheat her of her just due. Perhaps the wizard had a hand in it. An unpleasant thought.
Chuntha raised her naked form from the sodden bed and moved to gather a collection of certain items of magical power. Very well. She had not always been a stay-at-home ruler. She would go and fetch the man herself. And if Deek lived and was whole, he would be made to suffer for her extra labors, too.
The blind white thing responded to the Harskeel's questions, speaking in a tongue that sounded like atortured monkey's wails. Fortunately, one of the Harskeel's men was familiar with a mountain dialect that was similar enough that some sense could be made of the creature's replies.
"I am only interested in the one called 'Conan,' " the Harskeel said. "Ask it about him."
The pikeman did so.
A stream of babble came from the beast.
"M'lord, he says there was a large man and that he and his brothers were sent to fetch him."
"Ask it who sent it."
More gratings upon the ear.
"He says he works for the one-eyed monster, who in turn works for the wizard of the caves."
The Harskeel shook its head. Treading on a wizard was bad business. There was no help for it, though.
When they had obtained as much information as the Harskeel thought itself apt to get from the white thing, it drew its sword and snapped a quick but powerful cut at the creature's neck. Razor steel met flesh, and the startled cry died even as it was born. The severed head fell, trailing blood, and bounced along the cave floor.
So much for that.
Leading its remaining men, the Harskeel moved off.
Using his sword and Tull's knife, Conan hewed several shallow compartments and numerous footsteps into the flesh of the dead fish. A pair of riblike bones, each fastened to portions of fin with strings cut from his former cape, made pa.s.sable paddles with which to propel the once-living raft. He also cut some of the fish's flesh into small chunks for eating, though in truth the raw fish held little appeal to his or Elas.h.i.+'s appet.i.te.
"Here," Tull said. "Watch."
With that, the ragged man clambered down from the fish's side-now the top of their raft-and splashed onto the nearest sh.o.r.e. After a moment he returned with a yellowish mushroom he had found at the base of the cave wall. Then he picked up a hand-sized slab of the cut fish and squeezed the fungus over it.
Juice from the fungus fell upon the translucent fish, and as it did, the flesh became opaque.
Conan's keen nose noted an acidic tang to the juice, and he remarked upon it.
"Aye," Tull said. "The juice of this particular toadstool is harmless, but it 'cooks' the fish. In a few minutes it'll be like we roasted it in an oven."
Conan was somewhat dubious as to the powers of toadstool liquid, but a taste of the fish when Tull indicated that it was "done" put an end to his doubts. The fish was delicious! Given that it was the first meal he and Elas.h.i.+ had enjoyed in some time, they ate with gluttonous relish, stuffing the fish down ingreat mouthfuls.
Somewhat later, feeling sated, Conan said, "I suppose it would be too much to ask that another of these fungi along the wall would serve as wine?"
Tull chuckled. "Would that it were so, lad, but nay. There is a kind of mushroom I've seen that gives visions when eaten, but it has a nasty flavor and is just as apt to make a man puke as dream."
"Thank you, no," Conan said.
Elas.h.i.+ had climbed down the steps Conan had carved into the monster fish and was was.h.i.+ng her hands in the water. She finished the ch.o.r.e quickly, mindful of the kind of things Tull had spoken of as living in the lake.
"Well," she said as she ascended the fish back to the shallow depression where Conan and Tull sat digesting their recent meal. "Are we ready to begin this altogether unusual voyage?"
Conan nodded, stood, and stretched. "Aye, and why not?" Joints and sinews popped as he rolled his shoulders and swung his arms back and forth to loosen them.
With that, he fetched one of the paddles. Tull took the other, and they moved to the edges of their fishy boat to stand in the wells they had carved out for support. The Cimmerian looked across the fish at Tull, who nodded, and both men dug their paddles into the water.
Slowly, ponderously, the dead fish began to move.
It was not the best of all possible craft, but once moving, the fish slid through the still water fairly easily.
Currents, if there were any, did not seem to impede their progress, and nothing from the depths rose to challenge them.
Not long after they started, the place from whence they had begun their voyage was lost in the darkness.
The cave roof oft dipped lower and raised higher, and the side walls were sometimes not in view. It might almost be a lake above ground on a moonlit night, save that the light here was decidedly green and no breath of wind nor insect's call disturbed the silence. There were only the sounds of their paddles splas.h.i.+ng in the water and an occasional intestinal groan from the innards of the decomposing fish.
Conan had been in places he preferred more, but all in all, his fortunes could have been considerably worse. He had good companions, a full belly, and control of his movements. His blade was sharp in its sheath, and there would certainly be no lack of food in the foreseeable future. It was true that Crom had not favored him with a gold and gem-encrusted barge, but there was transportation, albeit somewhat slippery, and he and his companions seemed safe from immediate pursuit. Anyone trying to swim after them would likely be apt to find themselves lining the belly of a creature like the one beneath Conan's feet. He found that thought pleasing. A comfortable heat lubricated his shoulders, and the strain of rowing was pleasant, raising a legitimate sweat upon his skin. A man could do far worse.
As to the future? Well, he did not ponder overmuch on that. Better to live in the moment and deal with the future when it arrived; elsewise a man might spend his entire life fretting of things that might never come to pa.s.s. Such worries would serve only to spend one's alloted time, and were foolish ways towaste it. Even paddling a dead fish over a silent lake, lit by glowing fungus and buried under the earth, certainly bettered the alternative he had been facing only a few hours past. He still lived, and that was the most important fact. Everything else could be worked out as it happened.
Smiling to himself, Conan pulled his paddle through the still water.
"S-s-stand r-r-ready," Deek sc.r.a.ped softly. "H-here is th-the e-e-entrance t-to the s-s-sea."
Wikkell nodded, a.s.suming that whatever pa.s.sed for eyes on the giant worm could take in the gesture.
He flexed his fingers and started forward.
"B-b-be c-c-cautious," Deek warned, "T-th-there s-seems to b-be a d-d-drop a-a-ahead-"
Deek's warning was unnecessary. Wikkell teetered on the brink but kept his balance as he looked over the quiet water below. Quickly he s.h.i.+fted his single-eyed gaze back and forth, taking in the beach and sh.o.r.eline to the side.
"I see no sign of them."
"I-i-im-p-possible. L-let m-me s-s-see."
Deek undulated to the edge of the tunnel's exit and waved his head back and forth.
"Only a fool would try to swim in that," Wikkell observed. "Could they have a boat?"
"Un-un-unlikely," Deek replied.
"Well, unless they jumped in and drowned, I surmise that they managed some means of trans port.
"S-'s-so it w-w-would s-seem. L-l-look!"
Wikkell turned his head in the general direction of where he a.s.sumed Deek was "pointing." He saw what appeared to be several lengths of short bone and sc.r.a.ps of cloth littering the beach. He moved down the ledge, Deek inching along behind him.
The cyclops' examination of the litter proved his a.s.sumption correct. There were piece of cartilaginous, flexible bone, fresh, likely from a fish, and strands of dark, heavy cloth.
"Somehow they have constructed a boat. Out of what, I would dearly like to know, by Set's Black Scales!"
Deek moved from the sand and crumbled rock beach to a more solid surface nearby so that he could address the problem. "W-w-we n-need t-t-transport-t-tation."
"Indeed." Wikkell swept his gaze over the area. "Unfortunately, I see nothing useful for that purpose."
"T-that t-t-tunnel, t-to y-your r-r-right."
"Don't tell me you have a barge hidden in there, Deek." "N-n-nay. B-but s-some of th-the W-w-webspin-ners l-live d-d-down th-that w-way."
"How do you know this? And what good does that do us, in any event?"
"I a-am g-g-gifted w-with an ex-excellent sense of s-s-smell. And th-the s-s-spinners c-can m-make almost a-a-anything w-with th-their w-w-webbing."
Wikkell blinked. What a clever thought. Who would have even expected such from a worm? "Ah, excellent, Deek! You are proving to be a most resourceful traveling companion."
Had Deek a proper mouth, he would have smiled. True, Wikkell the one-eye was one of the wizard's minions, but the compliment sat well in any event. These cyclopes were apparently brighter than they appeared, to so quickly recognize talent in others and to then voice it in such a straightforward manner.
Too bad they worked for the wizard. Just as it was too bad that he had to work for Chuntha.
"Let us go and see if we can bargain with the Webspinners."
"I-i-indeed."
Katamay Rey decided to travel light. Aside from two chests full of magical apparatus-scrying crystals, sleezewart, anthelmintics, sleepdust, and a.s.sorted spellbooks-he carried only enough food, clothing, and niceties to sustain a dozen men for six weeks. His retinue-a mere score of hunchbacked cyclopes-spread these items of cargo amongst themselves without question. Rey had little appreciation for the intelligence of his thralls, feeling certain that seldom, if ever, there existed a thought in any of their heads that was not an autochthonous one, so placed there by himself. "Stupid" was too kinda term even for the brightest among the cyclopes, Rey figured, and when he laid his gaze upon Wikkell, whom he had considered somewhat promising, that unworthy soul would find himself sorry to have been born.
There was a sedan chair, borne by a pair of stalwarts, but he waved it away. He would walk on his own for a time-a novel idea-and stretch his legs. It had been so long since he had done any exercise, it would be refres.h.i.+ng.
Striding purposefully ahead of the Cyclopes, the wizard marched off to attend to business.
Chuntha's saddle was cinched into place on the back of one of the larger worms, a torpid-thinking vermis called Soriusu. Behind her mount, two dozen more of the giant worms twitched, awaiting the witch's command to move. Chuntha's saddlebags, made from fresh Blind White leather, rested in front of her spread legs. Her erotics, potions, dreaming jewels, and a.s.sorted wands lay within, and thin bags of hallucinogenic spore powder nestled along the edge of her saddle within easy reach. She was ready.
"Go!" Chuntha commanded.
Here at the exit to her personal chamber, the light-emitting fungus was particularly strong, and her naked skin, warmed as always by her inner fires, glowed viridly as she moved under the verdant glow. Chuntha smiled to herself. This would be a great adventure, ending in what she was certain would turn out to be a magnificent copulatory episode. The delicious thought warmed her even more.
Nine.
Conan, Elas.h.i.+, and Tull floated along the Sunless Sea for the best part of a day without major incident.
Things did sometimes swirl in the waters around them, sending ripples or an occasional splash their way, but Conan's keen eyes found no source for these actions. Once something large b.u.mped the raft fish from underneath, rocking the three riders, but whatever it was, it troubled them only the one time.
Perhaps it had taken a mouthful of their boat and been satisfied.
Near what Conan judged to be evening-who could tell in this land of eternally glowing walls?-they paddled the raft into a quiet cove and wedged it against a rocky sh.o.r.e. It was darker here than in many other places, the light-fungus being rather scantly distributed along the walls of the cove's grotto, and if anybody or anything happened to pa.s.s by upon the water, it might well be that they would miss seeing the trio and their make-do boat.
All three of the voyagers were covered with a sticky and smelly fish effluvia, and none had any desire to sleep upon the dead creature could it be avoided. A series of ledges stair-stepped its way up the wall away from the water, and a particularly wide one was an easy two minutes' climb. Perched here, the three shared more of the "cooked" fish. Tull gathered some lichen that was edible, if not deliciously so, and they also chewed on that as they rested.
"I wish we could build a fire," Elas.h.i.+ said. "It is so damp in here."
Conan glanced at the woman, but said nothing.
"I know, I know," she said. "Might as well wish for a kingdom. It was only a thought."
"How far do you reckon we come?" Tull asked.
Conan shrugged. "Miles. Hard to say on the water."
"Aye. Reckon we lost any followers. Kinda hard to track in water."
Conan chewed on a mouthful of the lichen. It had a sour taste but was a change from the fish. Earlier in the day the fish had been the best food he had eaten in a long time; after consuming the pale, bloodless flesh several times since, it had lost much of its appeal.
Likely Tull was right about pursuers, but he would sleep with one hand on his sword. This place was run by a wizard and a witch, and although his experience with magic was slim, he wanted no more part of it.
Such things were dangerous aid unclean. Give him a fanged beast to face, or berserker swordsmen, and he could hold his own as well as any man. Some spell-spewing necromancer was another thing altogether. Honest men stayed away from such things, and Conan wanted no truck with wizards or witches or any of their ilk.
"I'll stand the first watch," Tull said.
Conan nodded. He looked at Elas.h.i.+. "We have no fire, but we can share our own warmth." "Aye," she said, smiling.
The pair of them found a particularly dark recess on the ledge, leaving Tull sitting near the edge, watching the ice-smooth Sunless Sea.
The Webspinner Plants could not move from their rooted position, but they were none the less dangerous for that. The plants, each twice the height of a tall cyclops, with th.o.r.n.y branches surrounding a central maw, produced a spiderlike silk webbing with which they snared their prey. Unlike spiders, most of whom built nets upon which they might catch a hapless pa.s.serby, the Webspinner Plants could throw sticky, ropelike lines for some distance. These lines would adhere to anything save the plants' own webbing. The victim thus caught would then be hauled inexorably to the plant, where it would be impaled upon the sharp spikes until it ceased struggling, then drawn into the waiting maw. Around the plants was an arti-ficed floor of s.h.i.+mmery silk-overlay that kept the prey lines from sticking to the cavern's rocky surface. The undigested and regurgitated bones of a thousand meals past lay upon the silken floor, and one desiring to speak to the plants stayed outside the range of the prey lines or took his chances on becoming dinner.
Wikkell and Deek kept well outside the perimeter of the largest of the silk floorings, talking to the queen of this particular nest of Webspinners. Logic dictated that the Webspinners should have been long extinct since they were immobile, and despite their ability to heave lines; any prey species with half a brain should certainly have learned over the years to stay well away from the plants. v However, the Webspinners had another talent, and while both Wikkell and Deek had spoken to them a number of times, that talent was once again in full evidence: the voices of the plants weremost compelling.
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