Swords - The First Book of Swords Part 15
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The Master of the Beasts had no explanation for the absence of the courier either, except that, as everyone knew, dragons could be unreliable.
Now the Duke turned to consult with yet another figure, who had just dismounted. "What have you to say about my luck now, Blue-Robes? What of the supposed power of this sword I wear?"
The magician spread his hands in a placating gesture.
"Only this, Your Grace: that we do not know what your luck might be now, if you did not have Coinspinner there at your side:"
"I find that answer something less than adequate, Blue-Robes. I find it . . . what are you gawping at, you fish?" This last was directed aside, at one of the retainers of the Lady Marat. This man had been driv- ing the farm wagon when it arrived. Having been somewhat battered in the lady's service over the past few days, he was now receiving treatment for his wounds from the Duke's surgeon.
The surgeon looked up at the Duke's voice, and stilled his hands. The man who had been addressed started to say something, took a second look at the Duke's face, and threw himself prostrate, bandages trailing unsecured. "A thousand pardons, Your Grace.
I was remembering that I . . . that I thought I had seen you at the fair."
"What? At... "'And even as the Duke spoke, there came in his brain the remembered echo of the voice of someone else, telling him that he had been seen in some other place where he had never been. "Explain yourself, fellow"
The man began a confused relation of what had happened at Sir Andrew's fair, on the night when he and the Duke's other secret agents had got their hands on Dragonslicer. He told some details of that sword's subsequent loss, and of the uncanny, magically chang- ing appearance of the courier dragon as it had soared away.
The Duke nodded thoughtfully. "But me? Where did you think that you saw me?""Right there in the fairgrounds, sire. As surely as I see you now. I understand now that what I saw must have been only an image created by magic. But I saw you running toward the courier when it first flew up, and I heard your voice calling it down. And then I saw you stab it:"
The Duke turned to look at the Lady Marat, who nodded in confirmation. She said: "Those are essen- tially the details that I was about to add in my own report."
Next the Duke looked at his wizard, whose eyes were closed. The blue-robed one muttered; as if to himself: "We knew there was another of the swords involved, located at Sir Andrew's castle. And now we know which one it was. That called Sightblinder, or the Sword of Stealth. It is-"
The Duke jogged his arm, commanding silence.
"Wait."
Something was going on, up in the vaguely dripping sky. The Master of the Beasts, with head tilted back, was calling and gesturing. Now a reptilian messenger of some kind-the Duke was unable to distinguish the finer gradations of hybrid dragons and other flying life-could be. seen in a descending spiral. Alas, thought Duke Fraktin, watching, but this creature was too small to be the courier that had disappeared with one of the swords. This was some smaller flying scout reporting.
In fact it was small enough to perch upon the Master's wrist when it came down. He carried it to some little distance from the gathering of other humans, that the Duke might be able to receive its news, what- ever it might be, with some degree of privacy.
In a hoa.r.s.e whisper the Master translated the report for the Duke a few words at a time, first listening to the dragon's painfully accomplished, almost unintelli- gible half-speech, then turning his head to speak in human words. "Your Grace, this concerns the dragon- hunter, the man whose human name is Nestor."
"Aye, aye, I know of him. He wronged me once. But what has he to do with our present situation?" Pa.s.s- ing this query on to the dragon was a slow and diffi- cult process also. Sometimes the Duke thought that his Beast-Master, indispensably skilled though the man was, had grown half-witted through decades of conver- sation with his charges.
At length a reply came back. "It is that this Nestor has been carried off into the Great Swamp, sire. By a great flying dragon, not one of ours."
"A grown man, carried off by a flyer? Preposterous.
And yet . . . but what else is it trying to say?"
Another guttural exchange took place between trainer and beast. "It says, the Gray Horde, sire. It tells me that the Gray Horde is raised, and marches toward Sir Andrew's lands."
There was silence, except for the drip of water fromthe trees, and the eternal background tramp of marching soldiery. At last the Duke breathed: "Someone has taken a great gamble, then. Raised by whom?" Although he thought that he could guess.
There was another exchange of b.e.s.t.i.a.l noises. Then the Beast-Master said: "By humans who follow a woman, sire. A woman mounted on a warbeast, and leading a human army through the swamp:"
Duke Fraktin nodded slowly, and made a gesture of dismissal. The Master rewarded his charge with a small dried lizard, laced with a drug that would give the flyer a sleep of delightful dreams.
Meanwhile the Duke, walking the short distance back to where his staff and the Lady Marat were waiting for him, prepared to call a major conference.
Things had changed. What confronted him now was no longer the simple conquest of a smaller power that he had planned.
It appeared to him that the G.o.ds were once more actively entering the affairs of humankind.
CHAPTER 15.
The screaming of the sword had seemed to Nestor to go on at its full voice for centuries. But then at last it had declined to a low whine, and now it was dying down to silence. And the life, the power, that still flowed from the hilt into Nestor's shaking hands was gradually dying too.
Gasping with exhaustion, his skin slippery every- where with sweat and in places with his own blood, he took one staggering step forward. The long, sloping hill of rubble was still before him, and he still stood at the top of it alive. He looked round him for something, some deadwood figure, to strike at with the sword.
But none of those that were still in sight were still erect.
He could still hear, starting to fade with distance now, the myriad whining voices of the larvae-army.
Those gray ranks had split around the temple and gone on. But not all of them. Over a broad, fan-shaped area of the slope immediately in front of Nestor, the hill had gained a new layer of rubble. It was the debris of a hundred gray bodies, hewn by Townsaver into chunks of melting mud.
Those fallen bodies were all quiet now. Nothing but the returning rain moved on the whole slope.
Stray drops of rain touched Nestor's face. And he turned round slowly in his tracks, looking dazedly at the equally dazed people who had been fighting beside him, and covering his back.
He saw that two of the men had gone down, their clubs still in hand. And one of the women had been butchered, along with her small child. But all of the other people were still alive. They were mostly cowering in corners now, and some of them were hurt. Townsaver's shrieking blur had covered almost the whole wide doorway.
-hard walls it builds around the soft Only now did Nestor become fully aware of the small wounds he himself had sustained, here and there. He had triedwhen he could to use the sword to parry, to protect his own skin as much as possible. But the magic power that drove the sword in combat had been in ultimate control, and it had been less interested in saving him than in hacking down the foe.
A dart was still stuck loosely in Nestor's s.h.i.+rt, scratching him when he moved, and drawing blood. As he pulled the small shaft loose and threw it away he wondered whether it might be poisoned. Too late now to worry about it if it was.
At least he could still move; in the circ.u.mstances, he could hardly ask for more. He looked once more at the stunned survivors, who remained where they were, numbly looking back at him. Then he scrambled down across the slope that was littered with the bodies of his foes, and up another hill of ruins.
He was heading for the highest remaining point of the temple's roof. From up there he should be able to see a maximum distance across the swamp in every direction.
Clinging to that precarious remnant of a roof, Nestor could see in the distance the waves of the larvae-army that had broken on his strongpoint and then rolled on, rejoining like waves of water when they were past the temple. The sight gave him a strange feeling. The hundred larvae that he had destroyed were suddenly as nothing.
From this high place Nestor could see something else as well.
It was a sight that made him hurry down, pa.s.sing as quickly as he could the people he and the sword had saved, and who had now decided that they wanted to prostrate themselves before him as before a G.o.d. His body shaking now with fatigue, relief, and perhaps with poison, Nestor made his way down to the ground level of the temple, and then out of the building to the south.
In another moment, Draffut, who in Nestor's view from the roof had been only a distant, toylike figure, was coming around a corner of the temple from the southwest. The giant moved in vast strides, his twolegged walk covering ground faster than any human run. A flying dragon of moderate size, perhaps the very one that Nestor had earlier spoken to, was flitting along near Draffut's head, almost as if it were planning to attack him. But Draffut ignored the flying thing, and it did him no harm.
The small mob of refugees had followed Nestor down to ground level. Draffut was obviously known to them, and a very welcome sight; Nestor supposed it was hope of the giant's protection that had brought them fleeing to the island in the first place. Now they offered Draffut wors.h.i.+p, and clamored to him at length. The giant answered them in their own language.
With his huge hands he raised them from their knees, and touched their wounds and healed them.
Then one of his enormous hands reached out for Nestor, who once more felt its restoring power. As his touch healed, Draffut said to him: "You have fought well here. And with the use of more than ordinary powers, if what these people tell me is correct."
"It probably is. Thank you again, Healer-who-is-not-a-G.o.d."
The shaking was gone from Nestor's body, and the places where his small wounds had been were whole. He felt healthy, to a degree that made the long fight just past seem as unreal as adream. He was surprised at a pa.s.sing feeling that, along with the fear and pain, something valuable, had been wiped away.
"Yes," Nestor went on, "there were very many of them. Very many, including your pet that rose up in advance of the others and tried to kill me. The sword gave me no more than ordinary service against that one."
Abstractedly Draffut lifted one of his huge wrists, and the flying dragon perched on it like a falcon. "My airborne scouts,"
the giant rumbled, "tell me that the Great Swamp is being invaded from the west by a large human army. Its soldiers wear the black and silver of Yambu, and it may be that the queen herself is leading them."
"Ah." Nestor felt shaken by the news; he bent to take up again the sword he had cast down when Draffut reached out to him. Nestor like everyone else had heard of that queen and of her power. "I suppose that her objective is not the conquest of the swamp."
"And I suppose that it is probably the domain of Kind Sir Andrew. The sorcerers of her army chant their spells as they march, and all across the swamp the larvae that they have cultivated from afar rise up and form in ranks to follow them."
"So," said Nestor. "We know now who is responsible for the larvae. And why is this army being led against Sir Andrew in particular? And why just now?"
Draffut made a motion of his arm, so that the dragon flew up from his wrist; it had rested, and now with vigorous wing- strokes went off on its own business. Draffut said: "Two of the G.o.d-swords, at least, are there now. A tempting booty to be taken, would you not agree?"
Nestor looked at the refugees, who were following the talk with reverence if little understanding. He said to Draffut: "One sword at least is there, and that one mine. I suppose if the Queen of Yambu knew where it was, and its importance, she might risk much to take it. As. would Duke Fraktin, or a hundred others, I am sure. So what are we to do? I'd risk much myself to get it back."
Draffut said: "You should go to Sir Andrew, and warn him.
And do what you can, with that you have there in your hand, to help him. Now that we know who is raising the Gray Horde, and where it is being led, I no longer feel that I must remain in the swamp. In fact, there is somewhere else I want to go now, and we can go part of the way together."
Again Draffut held brief conversation with the surviving swamp-folk. Then he explained to Nestor: "I have told them that they can return to their village now, on another island not far from here. They will be safer there than here, if powers should come seeking here for followers of mine."
"What powers might those be?"
"I mean to go," said Draffut, "and start an argument with the G.o.ds. Or with some of them at least. Are you ready to depart?"
Nestor had no baggage to bring with him except the sword.
Which was, he now observed, an awkward thing to have to carry in one's hand for any length of time. This difficulty loomed larger when he realized that he was going to have to ride a long way on Draffut's shoulders, and that he might at times want both handsfree to hang on with. Draffut, suggesting a solution, sent Nestor to rummage in a certain room of the temple that he had not found in his own explorations, a long-abandoned guardhouse or a.r.s.enal. Much of the weaponry stored therein had rusted and rotted away, but Nestor turned up a copper scabbard that fit Townsaver tolerably well. To make the necessary belt, he used the sword itself to cut a length of tough vine from the temple wall.
The surviving swamp-people and their canoes had already disappeared back into their native habitat when Draffut, with Nestor clinging to his back, left solid land behind and strode into the mora.s.s, heading to the northeast. Draffut's long wading strides soon overtook the paddlers; the people in the canoes made way for him, waving as they pulled aside.
For half an hour or so, Draffut made steady and uneventful progress. If any of the mult.i.tude of lifeforms large and small that inhabited the marsh ever considered molesting the Beast-Lord in his pa.s.sage, Nestor at least was not aware of it. Draffut never went more than waist-deep in the water and mud, and Nestor was easily able to keep himself dry. Now and then he had to dodge a tree-branch, but that was his most serious immediate problem. He clung with both hands to his mount's glowing fur, and was actually beginning to enjoy himself. It seemed to Nestor that sometimes even the thorntrees bent aside before the giant reached them.
This pleasant interval ended abruptly just as Draffut was mounting a ridge of dry, comparatively high ground. At that point a large warbeast, armored and collared in the colors of Yambu, sprang in ambush at the Beast-Lord from a brake of reeds. The giant's reaction was practically instantaneous; before Nestor could draw his sword, Draffut had caught the attacker in midair, as if he were playing with a kitten. But then the giant threw the warbeast violently, so that the flying, screaming body broke tree branches and vanished behind a screen of trees some thirty meters distant before it splashed into the swamp.
Almost as if in response, there came a distant, whistling call, that sounded like some hunter's cry. Nestor had heard similar signals used to control warbeasts. Draffut paused for a moment, turning to gaze over the treetops to his left; then he moved swiftly off to his right, walking at a greater speed than ever.
Now Nestor had to clap his half-drawn.sword back into its scabbard and once more hold tight with both hands.
"The advance guard of Yambu," said Draffut over his shoulder, in what he used for a low voice. "We will outspeed them if we can."
Looking back, Nestor saw more warbeasts already in pursuit.
He counted three, and there might well be more. Hundreds of meters farther back, beyond the great catlike creatures, he could see the first advancing elements of a human army, some of them mounted and some in boats. He announced this to Draffut's ear, but the giant did not bother to answer. Draffut was almost, but not quite, running now. Maybe, thought Nestor, his size and build made a real run an impossibility for him. Nestor had considerable conference in Draffut's powers; but at the same time the man could almost feel those huge warbeast talonsfastening on him from behind . . .
The chase went on. From time to time Nestor reported, in a voice he strove to keep calm, that their pursuers were catching up. Then abruptly Draffut stopped, and calmly turned to stand his ground.
"It is no use," he said. "They are too fast. And they are maddened with the l.u.s.t to fight, and will not listen to me."
With one hand he lifted Nestor from his shoulders, and placed the man in a high crotch of a dead tree.
"Defend yourself," the Beast-Lord laconically advised him, and turned to do the same.
A moment later, half a dozen warbeasts, hot on the trail, came bounding out of the brush nearby. Dmffut cuffed the first one to come in reach, grabbed and threw another by its tail, and had to pick a third one from his fur when it was actually brave enough to leap on him. He hurled it into the remaining three: With that all of the warbeasts that were still able to move scattered in flight, emitting uncharacteristic yelps. Nestor, his sword drawn and ready though showing no special powers, had nothing to do. Which, under the circ.u.mstances, was quite all right with him.
Draffut had just retrieved Nestor from his high perch when a new figure appeared. It was the form of a woman with long black hair, her body clothed in light armor of ebony and silver, on another ridge or island of dry land about a hundred meters distant to the west. She was mounted on a gray warbeast of such a size that Nestor for an instant thought it was a dragon.
Beneath the cloudy sky, the woman's armor flashed as if it were catching desert suns.h.i.+ne. She brandished a silver needle of a sword, and she was shouting something in their direction.
The words came clearly in her penetrating voice: "Remove yourself from my army's path, great beast, or I will set men to fight against you! I know your weakness; they'll kill you soon enough. And who is that you carry?"
Nestor had heard of people who rode on warbeasts, but never before had he seen it done. As he resumed his seat on Dmffut's shoulders, the giant roared back: "Rather remove your blood- mad warbeasts from my path! Or else I will- send you dragons enough to make your march through the swamp much more interesting." Without waiting to see what effect his words might have, he turned and stalked away, resuming his pa.s.sage to the north.
There was no observable pursuit.
"That was the Silver Queen herself. Yambu," said Nestor to Draffut's ear a little later. The comment was undoubtedly unnecessary, but the man was unable to let the encounter pa.s.s without saying something about it.
"Indeed:" The huge voice came rumbling up through Draffut's neck and head. "There are elements of humanity that I sometimes wish I were able to fight against:"
Once more they were traversing bog and thicket at what would have been a good speed for a riding-beast on flat, cleared ground. Some time pa.s.sed in silence, except for the quick plash and thud of Draffut's feet, while Nestor pondered many things.
Then he asked: "You said that you are planning to go and start an argument with the G.o.ds?""I must," said Draffut. And that was all the answer to his question that Nestor ever got.
But little further conversation was exchanged. Nestor welcomed the comfort of his ride, and watched the sun move in and out of clouds in the western sky. By the time Draffut stopped again, some hours had pa.s.sed and the reddening sun was almost down. Imperceptibly the land had changed, continuous marsh giving way to intermittent bogs bridged by dry land. Once Nestor saw herdsmen watching from a distance.
The giant set Nestor down carefully on dry ground, and said to him: "Go north from here, and you will find Sir Andrew.
From here on north the land is solid enough for you to walk, and savage beasts are fewer. My own way from here lies to the east:"
"I wish you good luck," said Nestor. And then, when he had looked to the east, he would have said something more, for never until now had he known the sunset fires of Vulcan's forge to be so bright that they could be seen from this far west.
But Draffut was already gone.
CHAPTER 16.
When Dame Yoldi took Mark for the first time to her workroom, he discovered it not to be the dismal, for-bidding chamber that he had for some reason expected. Rather it was open, cleanly decorated with things of nature, and as light as. the dying, cloudy day outside could make it, entering narrow windows.
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