Flight In Yiktor Part 6

That they could not have been! she protested. The tape was unchanged and brought us - Perhaps they expected their men might fail, he returned. They had ready then a secondary plan.

Which will not serve them either. Her fingers dug into his shoulder as she watched the oncoming flitter closely but with no expression of alarm. See!

The small craft boring through the moonlight had nearly reached the lip of the cliffs. Then it seemed to waver - almost as if the same wind which rippled the gra.s.s patches was strong enough to seize the flitter from the control of those on board. The craft sideslipped to the right, drew level with what Farree could believe was an effort, slipped again. It near-skimmed the top of the cliff, and then it made an abrupt turn and half circled to put itself back on the same course it had followed toward them.

Only no longer was its flight swift and sure; it slipped from one side to the other in jerky motion. The craft could have been a bird netted by a sure fling of a hunter, struggling for its freedom to no purpose.

So jerking and fighting the craft pa.s.sed out of sight behind a taller pinnacle of the cliff rise and was gone.

The Tha.s.sa have their own defenses, the Lady Maelen said. None approach here unless they are of the blood or are summoned. This is the Old Place and here lies the heart - She stopped suddenly and looked curiously abashed, as one who talks of hidden things and then realizes her words can be heard by those who have no right to listen.

Will they crash? Lord-One Krip asked in a level voice.

Now she frowned. Not so. Our defenses are not to destroy - not even any evil which may come. They will be but diverted and also they will forget - Not if they, too, are mind s.h.i.+elded.

She frowned. I do not know. A s.h.i.+eld is made to keep out thought thrusts. It is not intended to stand up to the force of the Elders acting together. We shall see how well any man-made thing may last against the full force of the Tha.s.sa.

Let us hope, he said in the same level tone, that the force is fully effective then. Do we go?

Not yet. With the dawn perhaps. Maybe then the summons will come. We cannot enter without that.

Farree lay once more curled on his own bunk with Toggor squatting beside him. This was a long way from the Limits yet. He rubbed his forehead. There was something - a pale shadow of a shadow of a memory that once he had lain within a s.h.i.+p before. Still, how could that be? His only clear memory came from the noisome sink of the Limits and that was all he thought he had ever known. He wondered - pus.h.i.+ng away that shadow which made him uneasy and aching - what the dawn would bring. That Lord-One Krip was also uneasy this night, he sensed. However, if there was any crack in the confidence of the Lady Maelen he could not detect it. She was restless, yes, but not as one who awaited trouble, rather as one who would be out and doing - one who stood before a door, impatient that it be opened to her.

He wondered about the Tha.s.sa and that voice out of nowhere. Had it perhaps rung out also in the minds of those in the flitter, warning them off in a way they could not protest? Or had it taken charge of their bodies as he had heard tales of among the s.p.a.cers, forcing them against their wills?

He thought and later he slept while, in his broken and fleeting dreams, he looked upon a three-ringed moon and felt power drawing him to - to - but to what he could not remember when he awakened.

It was Toggor tugging with a claw at one of the locks of his unruly hair that brought him out of that drowse. The smux radiated hunger, and Farree felt an answering emptiness in his own bent body. He slipped into the narrow slit of the fresher and allowed the mist there to wash him, coming out to a fresh robe and sandals. Then he went to the galley, smelling, even before he opened the door, the fine odors of food.

Lord-One Krip was at the table, an opened ration tin at hand, but he was not eating. When Toggor gave a squeal and leaped onto the table, he shoved the tin at the smux, who clacked claws over it and immediately began to eat.

Farree was a little daunted that the other had made no sign of seeing him nor given any greeting. But he got his own tin and crawled up on the empty seat opposite the man, waiting for him to break the silence between them.

She is waiting still. Lord-One Krip might have been talking to himself, for he did not look in Farree's direction at all. But what if . . . He did not finish the question, and Farree dared now to do it for him. After all, he was a part of this company, too, and if trouble lay before them it was his right to know.

What if the - the voice - says we must leave?

For the first time the man looked at him. There was the crease of a frown between those upward-slanting brows.

Then we go.

Greatly daring, Farree asked, Where are we?

At the meeting place of the Tha.s.sa. You do not understand, little brother. He clasped his hands before him on the table. I am not Tha.s.sa - with the fingers on one hand he pinched the skin on the back of the other - though I now wear a Tha.s.sa body.

One does not wear bodies, Farree cut in sharply. One is a body. For a wild moment the thought of another body - a straight, tall, humpless one - filled his mind. What if what he had just denied was the truth and he could change? There were many wonders on other worlds, but never had he heard such as that!

The Tha.s.sa wear bodies. He could see that Lord-One Krip meant in truth what he said. To become a Moon Singer, a one of power among them - they change bodies with animals, running wild on the land and learning from them other scents and desires. I was a crewman on a free trader, and here on Yiktor I was taken by a lordling who would have of me the secrets from off-world - or else use me to wring such from my captain. He gave my body to pain.

Farree hunched under the burden on his shoulders as if rolling himself into a ball. He knew what Lord-One Krip meant. Such had been his own portion.

I was - damaged. Maelen was a Moon Singer and also the leader of a troop of little ones - animals who gave shows she devised. She saved me by singing me into a barsk.

Farree swallowed. An animal?

An animal -nodded the other- one which was notably fierce and supposedly untameable. It was not one of hers but one which had been captured and badly treated, and which she was curing and trying to mind free. So did I live on Yiktor for a s.p.a.ce. But then there was a Tha.s.sa body - a Kinsman to Maelen - a Tha.s.sa who had taken on animal form but been killed in that form. His body was empty of mind, for the animal transformed with him had gone mad. So - I became Tha.s.sa - for my own body was judged dead by my s.h.i.+pmates and s.p.a.ced after they had taken off.

For this act Maelen was condemned by the Tha.s.sa and her wand of power taken from her. When she left this world she, too, was an animal-and as such she traveled with me. Until Sehkmet. There - well, there were bodies, very ancient bodies, who could change at will. And one of them was a woman. She would have ruled, but Maelen invaded her, freed her captives and the inner core of evil which dominated her, so her body became Maelen as you see her now. We have returned to Yiktor with this s.h.i.+p - for it has long been Maelen's dream, as you know in a little - to become once more a Moon Singer and then to go out among the stars with her furred folk, proving to all that life is sacred and those considered the lesser may, in their own way, surprise those who see them as that.

When Sotrath bears its three rings is a time of great power, and we have waited for that to return. But now, just as that flitter was guided from the inner land, so may we also be sent on our way.

She does not believe that. Farree did not know how he knew that truth, but he was certain he did.

She is - Maelen. Once a Singer under the moon, one cannot be stripped of such powers easily. And on Sehkmet she found a battle such as few even of her people must ever have faced. Thus she believes what she wishes to believe - Belief is a comfort and a weapon, a wand of power, and a pointed laser. Maelen stood in the doorway of the cabin, her eyes alight. The long cascade of hair, which she usually kept tightly braided, flowed free around her shoulders, though locks of it wavered a little, as if stirred to rise by some magnet. Her drab s.h.i.+p's uniform was gone. Instead, she wore breeches and boots of a russet color close to that of her hair. Her s.h.i.+rt had a wide stiffened collar forming a tall fan behind her head, and she had a sleeveless jacket of some yellow wooly stuff which was not unlike fur.

Farree heard Lord-One Krip's breath come forth in a low sound of wonder. The Lady Maelen turned slowly around as if to allow them to view her. In the drabness of the s.h.i.+p she was almost like a flame glowing with warmth, for that eagerness Farree had earlier sensed in her was now a consuming fire.

Come! She beckoned to both of them. The Tha.s.sa gather. Soon we shall be summoned also.

She swung up to the control cabin, Lord-One Krip on her heels, Farree moving more slowly behind. The screen was on and they looked out into or onto a sun-drenched world. There was life - no flitter in the skies, but rather there came at a steady pace wagons with covered tops and huge earth-crus.h.i.+ng wheels pulled by teams of s.h.a.ggy-coated four-legged animals that plodded steadily onward at a ground-eating pace. Nor could Farree see that any held the reins, any walk beside them with a goad in hand. Rather the animals had the air of being about a necessary business of their own.

The wagons were brightly painted, colors vivid, against the dull gray countryside over which they plowed. Now he could see figures on the front seats of some of the wagons, though they were still too far away to be well viewed.

They were all headed for a break in the wall of the cliff, one so regular in size Farree could almost believe it had been squared off by some ancient intelligence. For as he looked upon that roadway he had a feeling of age - of age and forgotten story.

Then, once more, came that clear voice in his head: The Tha.s.sa gather. Come you who would speak.

Maelen threw back her head. She did not reply in that wordless, voiceless sound but in a thought touch as firm and clear: We hear and we come!

They stood out under the open sky, a wind rippling around them, pus.h.i.+ng at their bodies, making a flaming banner of the Lady Maelen's hair. Behind them Yazz and Bojor snuffled and snorted, their pleasure at being free of the s.h.i.+p projecting a warmth reaching from mind to mind. The wagons went their way still, and it seemed that not one among them was interested enough in the s.h.i.+p even to look in their direction. Perhaps strict order drew them forward. But there were fewer of them now, a straggling end to the push of that company.

The Lady Maelen led her companions toward that same break in the cliff wall. And, as the sun slanted across the rock, Farree, holding his head at the best angle his deformity would allow, saw strange markings on the stone. As if once there had been carvings there, now so worn away by time that their ghosts alone still haunted the rock.

Beyond a narrow pa.s.sage through the cliff lay another open s.p.a.ce, and there the wagons had been staked out, the animals that had drawn them loosed to graze at will. Here were squared openings set in patterns as if the rock itself had been mined for a city of dwellings. Again the ghostly markings ran across the yellowed stone. There were the people of this company also, and after each wagon had taken its place they headed toward one of the openings-larger, more wreathed with the patterns.

Farree heard Lord-One Krip draw a deep breath. The gathering, he said as if he spoke his thought aloud. The gathering! echoed the Lady Maelen but there was a note of excitement in her voice, whereas Lord-One Krip appeared to be less eager to take the way toward that open doorway in the far wall of the cliff.

They were approached by some latecomers pa.s.sing the same way, but to Parree's bewilderment and growing unease these Tha.s.sa ignored the party from the s.h.i.+p as if they did not exist. But neither did either of his companions try to exchange greetings or even glances with those whose pace now matched theirs.

So, of that company and yet apart, they came into a vast a.s.sembly place within the rock. The floor underfoot inclined gently to a center where was a dais, and on that stood four of the Tha.s.sa. Farree studied them eagerly, hoping to read something in their att.i.tude which might token that the s.h.i.+p's party was not trespa.s.sing but was to be welcomed.

But, though the four stood watching, their eyes appeared to go above, beyond, or to either side, not toward the three from the s.h.i.+p. The last of the Tha.s.sa split into two small groups and took their stations on either side of the broad open aisle which led down to the dais itself.

Now the Lady Maelen stopped short and stood, with Lord-One Krip a little behind her and Farree still farther back, aloof in that crowd of strangers where he felt more than ever his crookedness.

It was not dark within this hall cave for there were globes of light suspended overhead to provide the same light as the moon had flung the night before across the outer world. Now around them there raised song without words, entering into one's very skin and bones, becoming a part of one.

It seemed to Farree that that song could put wings on the listener, lift him up and away from the body, freeing the innermost part of him to float and fly above all which tied him to the earth. He forgot time, and s.p.a.ce, and himself, and was only what the song bore with it.

At last that died away in a slow sobbing as if the fading of a people or a life was now a part of it. Farree smeared his hand across his face and so wiped away tears - he who long ago had learned that weeping availed nothing. It was the dying of something great and wonderful, that last of the singing, beyond his small power to describe, and it wrung him, bringing with it all the feeling of alienness he had ever known.

There was a tearing in his chest, and a fierce aching awoke in his hump. He put his hands over his ears, trying to shut out that dying song. Then he saw that one of those on the dais had s.h.i.+fted the silver wand she bore in her hands. The end of that pointed now in his direction just as he was aware that she saw and knew him. Straightaway the sound ended - for him - though he still half crouched, too aware of the burden on his shoulders and the pain which held through that. But he was released from the sorrow borne in the song.

The wand swung, pointed now to Maelen.

What now is your tale - in this time and place - exile?

It was the same voice which had questioned their landing, ringing again in their heads.

Maelen moved forward. Lord-One Krip stepped up beside her. If she faced a foe, then he, too, would front that hostility. Not to be left behind, Farree followed, his head at a straining angle to watch that company of four.

Standing words cannot be altered. As was said here once before to you who sang and then forfeited that right.

Farree thought that that came from one of the two men flanking the woman with the wand.

The third ring waxes, the power rises. Maelen faced them proudly with such a bearing as might a warrior waiting for the first order to advance.

It waxes - That was the other woman. Well, well - the Old Ways are not to be denied. Speech is yours, you who were once a Singer.

I am Maelen.

That is the truth. Yet you come wearing a new guise. Do you again meddle as you once did with changing?

Maelen threw open her arms as if she was so loosing all s.h.i.+elds she might hold against any of these.

Read, Older Sister.

There was silence, so deep that it might have been that this hall was now deserted. Yet Farree felt a stirring in his mind at too high a level to follow. Tha.s.sa bespeaking Tha.s.sa, he guessed - not for such as he to hear.

They stood motionless, all in that company, as if caught in some twist of time unending, unchanging. Then the woman who had challenged Maelen broke her statuelike stance and turned her head, first right and then left. She might have been speaking soundlessly to those with her, sitting in judgment. But it was the other woman among the four who touched minds now.

You have been along a strange path, Singer-that-was. There abides in you now that which we cannot a.s.sess - save that you have used it as you could for the good of those who trusted you. Singer, no. We cannot judge for you. You must name yourself. Are you asking such a naming?

The third ring waxes, Maelen returned slowly. No, I ask not any power which does not come to me openly and is earned. But I am still Tha.s.sa, and this thing which started on another world and with another race is not yet ended. It will again be my debt on the Scales, and Molester shall judge in the end as all of us are judged.

On the Scales then let it lie. You do not judge - Am I still exile?

You are what you are, by your choice. Tha.s.sa is not closed to you nor - she now leveled the wand and pointed at Lord-One Krip - to you, once stranger, who have worn our seeming well. Nor - Once more the wand centered on Parree. And he saw a look of vast surprise cross her face, the rod quivering in her hand.

Go with Molester's Hand above you, small one, she said slowly. His Scales shall weigh you and in the end it shall be the truth for you also.

He wondered at the way she said those words, as if she p.r.o.nounced some judgment. Yet one that was not a heavy one for him. Perhaps, he thought, with a stab of the bitterness that was always with him, her surprise was that such a one as he had ventured into this company. Dung of the Limits might have no place here. He dropped his head and looked downward to his clawlike hands with the greenish skin, his feet which were no better, looking too small and weak to support that burden on his back. Thus he saw Toggor's eyestalks looming out of the neck opening of his robe, turning this way and that as if the smux must acquaint himself with all this company and the moon-glow hall in which they were gathered.

You have not yet come into your inheritance. That loud, clear voice rang in his head. We are what Molester shapes, and for each shape there is a reason and a duty - It was the bitterness which made him brave enough to answer with the mind touch, And if the shape is spoiled in the making. Lady?

There is nothing save that which is ordained. You will come into that which is yours at the proper time.

He supposed she meant when he was dead, which was hardly an encouraging message. Then he remembered Lord-One Krip's own tale of how he had been, at a time of great need, transferred by Tha.s.sa power into the body of an animal and then into a man's form again. Could such work for him? For the first time Parree thought seriously of that part of the off-worider's story. Would it be better to run like Yazz on four feet, or claw a way in Toggor's form, than to shamble as Dung? That was a thought to consider.

However, though the words of the Tha.s.sa Elder might promise change - what change and how? He breathed a little faster and then became aware that around him the people were starting to leave the hall within the cliff. Only Maelen and Lord-One Krip did not move, and, seeing that, he also stayed where he was.

The Elders did not leave the dais, but she of the wand made a small beckoning gesture, and Maelen and Krip moved toward her. Only Farree remained where he was, still bemused by that thought of another body, unburdened, four-footed perhaps. Though where was even a beast that would change places with such as he?

Those on the dais had come forward to face the two from the s.h.i.+p, and again there was a flow of thought too high and fast for Farree to catch. He dropped cross-legged on the stone where he was, and Toggor climbed out to hold the folds of his robe and project the feeling of hunger and impatience to be fed.

Then the smux suddenly loosed hold on Farree and with a leap reached the stone of the floor and caught a big-bodied insect that had swung from circling about one of the moon globes above, transferring the morsel to his mouth with a message that such prey hardly made up for the hunger in him.

Come, Farree. Lord-One Krip looked back to him. It is back to the s.h.i.+p for us now.

Yet the Lady Maelen remained still with those leaders of the Tha.s.sa as he rose to shamble after the off-worlder. No, not an off-worlder here where he wore a Tha.s.sa body, whatever might lie within that.

What do we - you - he caught himself quickly not to claim too such familiarity with the Lord-One - do now?

The man shrugged. That remains with Maelen and the temper of the Tha.s.sa, This she had longed to do - to return here and be again a Singer, a companion to little ones with fur and feathers.

But - The question Farree might have asked was swallowed up by sound from the sky above them: the beat of a flitter coming low above the valley which led to the hall, swinging on toward the s.h.i.+p. Lord-One Krip began to run and Farree could not keep up, only trotted along as best he might. He noticed as he pa.s.sed that none of those gathered by the wagons looked skyward.

There was something here to which he could not put name, but it made him feel that he was forcing his misshapen body through a turgid flood which sought to cover and stifle him.

The flitter swept on, and he fought to follow Lord-One Krip into the open where the s.h.i.+p stood. Was that strange wave of strength broadcast from the airborne craft, or was it some side issue of a protection summoned by the Tha.s.sa?

Farree stumbled around boulders, having twice to stop and draw enough panting breaths to send him on. He could see Lord-One Krip ahead but he, too, moved as if caught in some flood that would wash him back instead of forward, a current of power raised to keep him from his goal.

They reached the end of the valley, and there Krip halted, the whole tense posture of his body showing that it was not by his will. He was struggling still.

Farree felt a sudden push of new force against him, and he could not breast it for himself. Rather he clung to another boulder and stood as straight as he could, watching - almost certain now that this force came from the flitter and was not a protection raised by the Tha.s.sa.

The flitter set down not far from their s.h.i.+p. Men issued forth from the flitter. Two of them went toward the inclined way leading from the smoking land about the fins into the center of their s.h.i.+p, and two others took their places between that and the open mouth of the canyon, standing with feet slightly apart and weapons ready in their hands - That pressure kept Krip and Farree away from them, helpless against what they would do.

Once more his own shoulders' burden began to ache, weighing him down, as if the pressure against him had sought out his weakest portion of being and there centered upon him. Lord-One Krip no longer struggled but stood where he had been stopped, his arms folded across his chest. Farree could feel the thrust of thought he hurled toward those at the s.h.i.+p, though it was pure pressure in the mind, not coherent words and phrases.

They were not gone long, those two who had invaded the s.h.i.+p, and when they came back they had the former prisoners with them, walking easily, not hampered any longer by then-bonds. Then, together, those from the flitter and the two others lined up before the s.h.i.+p's fins. One of those who had gone aboard had in his hand what looked like a square box which the downing sun caught and awoke into an eye-hurting burst of light. He placed this carefully on the ground and knelt beside it - The. current of power that had entrapped them within the canyon was in a single moment reversed. Farree gave a shout of sheer astonishment and fear as he was swiftly drawn forward in spite of his attempts to anchor himself to one or another of the boulders his small body sc.r.a.ped by.

If that force left him from anchorage, it was not as successful with Lord-One Krip. Just as he had earlier striven to pa.s.s some unseen barrier into the open, now he fought fiercely, as attested by all the movements of his body, to remain now where he was.

Farree had not the personal strength of the other. He sc.r.a.ped stone painfully, looked vainly into the face of Krip as he was drawn past the man. The Lord-One's features were stark with effort. He looked to Farree and a single thought pa.s.sed from him to the other.

Hold - where and how you can.

Only, if Krip was able to hold, there was no hope in any such battle on Parree's part. He was aware only of a movement at his breast. Toggor had leaped from his clawhold there to seize upon the Lord-One's arm.

This desertion brought a new stab of fear. Parree never knew how much the smux could guess or knew of the ways of men. He had operated under Farree's urging in the s.h.i.+p and back at the Limits. Now he might be acting on his own, and his action brought home to Farree his own complete helplessness.

In one last attempt to withstand that force, the hunchback flung himself forward on his knees and caught with both hands at a stunted scrub, striving to keep his hold, only to have his fingers loose of themselves and make him scuttle along on hands and feet like some unwieldy sh.e.l.l-encased monster.

One! He heard that voice dimly and then a second.

One, but the least of them!