Conan and the Gods of the Mountain Part 24
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"I speak thus only to remind you of Chabano's ways, Master. He is as bold as a leopard slipping into a cattle pen to pluck the newborn calf from its mother's teat. He is as hungry, also, and as fierce when balked of what he seeks."
"If I thought that Chabano commanded spirits, I would say he has made himself your master. A praise-speaker could not have done better."
Ryku was silent. If the old man would spend both their time speaking in riddles-
"But if Chabano commanded spirits, he would have done for himself much of what he has asked of us in years past. So I do not doubt that you speak the truth as you believe it to be."
"No man can speak otherwise, Master."
The look the First Speaker gave him reminded Ryku that Chabano was not the only man who could quell disobedience or strike terror into the disloyal without raising his voice. He was tempted to prostrate himself again.
The First Speaker crossed his hands over a bronze medallion resting on his belly. "You may go to Chabano, Silent Brother Ryku. You may promise him aid from us, and ask that he tell us who has come among the Ichiribu."
"The conquerors of Xuchotl, perhaps?"
The First Speaker's look said that was something best not spoken aloud.
Ryku tried to look humble.
"We have... ways... of learning this," the First Speaker went on. "Yet those who are masters of magic would know if we used these ways. They would know our powers, and that they might be in peril from us. Eyes that see and ears that hear without magic give no warning, and Chabano commands those."
Ryku now fought to look not merely humble, but surprised and admiring.
In truth, he could admire one part of the First Speaker's pose. A more cunning way of pretending that nothing had happened to the seeing globe was hard to imagine.
Best I not take the First Speaker too lightly, even in this moment of triumph.
"Indeed, Chabano has often spoken of how no bird lays an egg without his knowing sooner or later," Ryku said. "I think he boasts, but he surely knows the use of spies and has them among the Ichiribu."
"Then go you and bid him use them for us," the First Speaker said. "Go, and if you return with the knowledge we seek, you may be raised to the rank of Speaker."
A new Speaker was chosen from the Silent Brothers only when an old Speaker died, and as yet there had been no word put out of such a death. Nor would there be, Ryku suspected, at least not until it became necessary to explain why Silent Brother Ryku was being honored.
It would be necessary, he swore. He would not fail, now that he had been offered as a free gift the opportunity for which he would have shed blood, and not only that of other men!
Ryku prostrated himself again until given leave to rise, then swiftly departed the First Speaker's chamber.
Chnggg!
Conan's spear sank deep into the stump that was his target in the spear-throwing contest. Sank so deep, the Cimmerian judged, that it struck a knot and rebounded. The shaft quivered so fiercely that it jerked the iron head from the wood. The spear dropped to the ground, kicking up dust.
Conan turned to Aondo and raised a hand in salute. The Ichiribu warrior had won the spear-casting contest, although by the slenderest of margins. Had it not been for that last cursed knot-
From behind Conan, Valeria strode to his side. She now wore an Ichiribu waistcloth and the wreath showing her to be his vowed woman, as well as the leather bindings on her feet. Much travel, then sunny days upon the island of the Ichiribu had darkened her northern fairness, but not otherwise marred her looks.
"What now, Conan?"
"Today, nothing more. Tomorrow, the canoe, the fish-hunting, and then at night, the drum-dance."
A shadow pa.s.sed across Valeria's face. "Conan, I am as deft with a canoe paddle as any of these folk. More so than you, I think."
"Likely enough. But it's not life or death if I lose anything save the drum-dance. Aondo won the wrestling-"
"Because you let him win, to muddle his wits with false hopes."
"Woman!" the Cimmerian said, looming over her in mock fury. "Do I have no secrets from you?"
"No," Valeria replied with an impudent smile that made her look almost girlish. "After as much time as I've pa.s.sed with you, I'd be a fool if it were otherwise."
"You're no fool, that's as certain as anything can be," Conan said.
Then a disquieting thought made him frown. "Unless you've offered to paddle the canoe in my place?"
"And if I have?"
"Answer me. Have you offered to take my place in the canoe?"
"Yes."
"Crom! If only they had the wits to refuse-"
"They accepted."
Conan wanted to pick up Valeria and shake some sense into her, knew that he would shake their friends.h.i.+p to pieces if he did, and contented himself with a volley of oaths. It set all the birds calling, and not a few children wailing. Women, even warriors drew back from the Cimmerian, leaving him alone with Valeria, well out of anybody else's hearing.
"Did Emwaya suggest this?" he growled.
"This what?"
He struggled for fair words. "This... taking my place."
"No. She has ben not unfriendly, but we've not been among these folk long enough for me to give that kind of ear to one of them. Especially to a wizard's daughter."
"You've not lost all your wits, at least."
"What mean you by that, Cimmerian?" Valeria's voice held an edge,
"If they are letting you take my place in one of the contests, it means they regard you as a warrior."
"So?"
"A warrior of rank."
"Better still."
The Cimmerian lost the struggle to keep an edge from his own voice. "A warrior sworn to me as a blood-brother. Such may take another's place in the contest. That is the law."
"I knew-"
"Woman!" the Cimmerian bellowed. "Did you know that if you do that, you are judged along with me? That your fate marches in step with mine? If I lose the drum-dance, you die with me!"
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