Wako thought that the two youths still kept too much energy after the day's labor, he assigned one of them to night guard.

But the end of summer neared. All the weapons and tools that could be carried by the mules were fashioned. The mules were loaded with the steel handicrafts, the smoked meat the hunters had killed and prepared, and water from the springs. Then, the train began its slow and dangerous trip over the mountains, through the desert, and eventually to Fiiniks in the Valley of the Sun. So far, they had been lucky, for no wild Keluhfinyanz or Indians had attacked them and they made the journey back to the city without losing one man.

On the way back, there was not enough work to keep Benoni and Joel apart. Chief Wako watched them, and he or one of the sub-chiefs interfered when one of the gamecocks pushed the other too far.

A few miles from Fiiniks, nevertheless, Joel Vahndert began telling all withint hearing of his loud voice what he and Debra would do on their wedding night. The men walking beside him did not like this. You did not talk of such things. At least, not about your wife and the other free women in the valley. Perhaps, if no preachers were around, you might talk about your exploits with the Navaho slave girls. But never about the Fiiniks women.

Joel knew this, and he must have hungered deeply for a fight with Benoni to have risked the disapproval and perhaps punishment of the older men. He disregarded their glares and tight-lipped frowns and continued talking into even greater detail. He could see the flush spreading over Benoni's skin, the flush replaced by paleness in a few minutes.

Joel did not seem to care. He walked beside the mule that was his care in a long-legged stride. He was a big man, six feet four, with heavy bones and muscles to go with the bones. His long, thick black hair was bound in a red band around his forehead. His face was broad; his nose, long and slightly aquiline; his lips, thin; his chin, thick and seemingly hard as the end of a warclub. There was not a youth his own age in the valley he had not wrestled and thrown, not a man for twenty miles around Kemlbek Mountain who could throw a javelin as far as he. He made a splendid figure in his red cotton shirt gathered around the waist with a belt of turquoise beads and his puma-skin shorts and leggings.

Benoni Rider was a different sort, impressive in his own frame of reference but puny compared to Joel. He was about six feet tall, had broad shoulders, a tapering waist (Joel was thick there) and long legs. His waist-long yellow hair was held by a black band around his head; his blue eyes were now narrow; the nostrils of his straight nose were flaring; his normally full mouth was clamped to a thin line. He was strong, and he knew it. But he was not the bear that Joel was. Rather, he was a mountain lion, a slim but swift creature, or a deer. He could run faster than any one born in the shadow of Kemlbek. But here, obvious to all, was a situation which did not demand running. Not if he wanted to be worthy of taking the First Warpath.

Benoni listened to Joel for several minutes, meanwhile looking around to see if the older ones would speak to Joel. When it became apparent that he was expected to be the one to take action, Benoni did not hesitate. The only thing that had kept him silent so far was the realization that Joel Vahndert was baiting him. And he had not wanted to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had the power to infuriate him. Also, he had hoped that one of the sub-chiefs would rebuke Joel and so humiliate him.

But the sub-chiefs were at the head of the train conferring with Wako about the order of dress as they marched into the nearing city of Fiiniks. No help from them.

Now, Benoni walked up to Joel. Joel stopped talking and faced Benoni, knowing from the fury on Benoni's face that he would be challenged.

"What's the matter, jack rabbit?" he said. "You look pale. Been out in the sun too long? Maybe you should lie down in the shade of a sawaro until you recover. We men will go on ahead of you and tell the slaves to bring out a stretcher to fetch you. I'll tell Debra that . . ."

Benoni did not follow protocol. Instead of slapping Joel in the face and then formally challenging him, he kicked Joel. He kicked him where it hurts a man most, with feet that had never known shoe or moccasin, with soles the skin of which was half an inch thick and hard as rock.

The big man screamed, clutched himself, and fell to the ground. There, he writhed and rolled and yelled with agony.

Wako, though distant, heard the screams, and he came running. Joel was still making noise when he arrived, but Wako shouted at him to keep quiet, to bear himself like a warrior—which he would be some day if he lived that long.

One of the men explained what had happened. Wako said, "Serves the filthy young fool right."

But he swung towards Benoni, and he said harshly, "Why did you strike him without warning? Or without first making sure that one of us was a formal witness to the challenge?"

"When a man talks like he does about a woman, he should have his filthy mouth shut as a slave's is shut," said Benoni. "Besides, why should I give him the advantage of a formal challenge? He's much bigger and stronger than I am; I'm not too proud to admit it. Why should I give him an advantage? I fight to win, and letting him get a chance to get a bear hug on me isn't the way to win."

Wako laughed and said, "I wouldn't have permitted you two to kill each other if you had challenged him. What's the matter with you young fools? Don't you know that in less than a week you'll be going on the First Warpath? And that you'll get all the killing you want? Maybe more than you want."

Joel, still holding himself and bent over, strugged to his knees. Glaring at Benoni, he said, "You fight like a dirty Navaho! Wait until I recover, you ... I"

"Both of you will wait," said Wako sternly. "There will be no serious fighting among the unblooded until you return from the uplands. And, by then, you'll have more than your belly full. Now, listen to me. I told you what you can't do. If either of you disobey, you'll stand before the Council of Kemlbek. And that may mean that you'll have to wait a year before you're allowed to go on the warpath. Do you want to do that?"

Both young men were silent. They wished this punishment no more than any one of their age would have. To continue to be treated like boys while their friends became menl

"It's settled then," said Wako. "You two shake hands and swear you won't tangle again until after you're set on the trail. Otherwise . . ."

Joel Vahndert, who had now risen to his feet, half-turned away as if he had no intention of shaking hands with Benoni, ever. Benoni watched him, his hands on his hips.

Wako said, loudly, "You had that coming, VahndertI And you, Rider, wipe that smile off your little boy's face! Now, shakel Or I'll see that you have some trouble getting initiated this year!"

Vahndert turned back, held his hand out, and said, "I'll shake if Rider is man enough."

"I'm man enough to do anything you do," said Benoni. His hand disappeared in Joel's, and Joel squeezed down with all his strength.

Benoni's arm muscles became rigid, but he did not wince nor try to withdraw.

"All right, don't try to make the other holler uncle," said Wako. "And get back to your mules. We'll be in Fiiniks by noon if we push hard."

The train started again. Benoni was still too angry to feel the joy of homecoming. He looked to the south across the rocky plain and saw a reflection of his own smoldering fury in the sky. Thin black clouds of smoke rising from a volcano ten miles away. Last year, when he had left his native city for the mountains, that volcano had just been forming. Now, it was high enough for him to see that the lava and cinders had built a cone at least two hundred feet high. The earth-demons had been busy while he was gone.

His anger faded away, replaced not by the pleasure of returning to his family, but by fear for them. He could remember, when he was a very little boy, hearing his father tell a friend that the first of the volcanoes had broken the crust of the earth only two years before Benoni was born. That fury had been forty miles to the west; its birth had accompanied an earthquake that shook down the walls and houses of Fiiniks and killed many. Nov/, there were ten volcanoes in the Valley of the Sun. Sometimes, when the winds were right, smoke from all ten lay over the valley and made the sun a ghost.

Benoni looked to the east where the strange form of Keml-bek Mountain lay. From this distance, the mountain did appear as a sleeping beast with a high-humped back, a very long neck, and a long-snouted head. The preachers said it got its name from the keml. Benoni had never seen a keml; neither had the preachers. But there was a beast called the keml (spelled camel in the archaic writing of the ancients) which was mentioned in the Found Books. Benoni wondered if it were as large as the mountain named for it. If so, he was glad it was as dead as the leviathan and the unicorn also mentioned in the Found Books.

At midday, the adobe walls of the city which ringed the foot of Kemlbek appeared. An hour later, the men of the train saw the crowd waiting outside the Gate of the Fiiniks (a huge bird that had lived long long ago but which would some day rise from its ashes and come whirling over the desert bearing Jehovah on its back).

Benoni, after being formally dismissed by Wako, went home with his father and stepmother, his two younger brothers, his two married sisters, their husbands and his little nephews and nieces. Everybody was talking at once. Benoni could only partly answer the many questions hurled at him. He was in a glow of happiness. Even though he could not help thinking of Debra Awvrez and was impatient to get to her, to be loved so by his people made him love them very much. And, in the eyes of the younger members, he was a hero because he had been so far away and had brought back the much-needed tools and weapons.

After they had walked about a half mile down the broad street, they came to his father's home. This was a two-story adobe house painted white. It had a tower at each corner and an embrasured roof from which the Fiinishans could shoot at any invaders. A ten-foot adobe wall around it gave them privacy: also, if attackers ever entered the city, a place from which to fight until they were forced to retreat to the house.

Here the dogs, big wolflike beasts, bounded out barking, and leaped upon Benoni. The household cats, aloof, clad in stripes and dignity, sat on the walls and watched the proceedings. Later, when there were not so many people and so much commotion, Benoni's favorites would come down and rub against his leg and purr to be picked up.

Benoni had to eat a big supper, or at least to sit down at a loaded table of fruhholiiz, toriya, refried beans, beef, and Mek beer. He talked too much to get a chance to eat, but he was not hungry. He trembled at the thought of seeing Debra that night, and he wondered also how he could get away decently from the family.

After supper, he put on his church clothes and went with the family to church. There they stayed for an hour while the preacher gave innumerable prayers of thanks for the safe return of the men and boys who had gone to the Iron Mountains. Benoni tried to keep his mind on what the preacher said, but he could not resist the temptation to look around. She was not there. Or, if she were, he could not see her.

He went back to his house. His father and brothers-in-law asked him many questions, and he answered as best he could with his mind on Debra. Finally, as he was beginning to despair of finding a polite way of leaving the house, his stepmother came to his rescue.

"You men will have to excuse Benoni," she said, laughing so they would not be angry at her. "I'm sure he's dying to visit the Awvrez. And they will think he's very impolite not to drop by there for at least a few minutes."

Benoni looked at this woman with gratitude. She had taken his mother's place only six years ago, and he loved her as much as he had his own mother.

His father appeared disappointed, and he opened his mouth to protest. But Benoni's mother said, "I don't interfere much, Hozey, you know that. I do know that Benoni has been itching to leave for hours now. Have you forgotten how you were when you were eighteen?"

Benoni's father grinned. He slapped his son on the shoulder and said, "Get going you young stallion! But don't stay out too late. Rememberl Your initiation might start at any time! And there are things you must do before then."

Benoni's mother looked sad, then, and Benoni felt a pang. He had seen her weep two years ago after Benoni's older brother had left for the First Warpath—and his last.

Benoni excused himself, kissed his mother, and went outside to the stable. There he put a gold-chased Med leather saddle on Red Hawk, a fine roan stallion. He led the horse to the front gate, shouted to his nephews to open the gate and mounted.

He was no more astride than he heard the bellow of an Announcer.

"Wait a minute, Benoni Rider! I have a message for you from the council of Kemlbekl"

Benoni reined in Red Hawk, impatient as himself to get going. And he said, "Announcer Chonzl What message? I hope it's not bad!"

"Good or bad, it's well to mind it," said Chonz. "I just gave the same message to Joel Vahndert, and he did not think much of it. But he swore on The Lost Books and The Found that he would obey."

"Oh?" said Benoni. "Well?"

"The chiefs have heard of the quarrel between you and Joel Fahndert and what happened afterwards. They have met and decided that you two would undoubtedly meet at Debra Awvrez' house. And there you might spill each other's blood. So, to make sure that you save your blood for the Navahos—may God smite them blind—the Council forbids you two to see the girl until you return with a scalp at your belt. Then, being men, and responsible for your actions, you may do what you wish. But, until then . . . have you heard?"

Sullenly, Benoni nodded and said, "I have."

Chonz urged his horse through the gate until he was beside the youth. He held out a book bound in Mek leather.

"Place your right hand upon it and swear that you will obey the Council."

Benoni hesitated a moment. The full moon, which had just come over the faraway Supstishn (Superstition) Mountains, showed him gritting his teeth.

"Come on, son," said Chonz. "I ain't got all night. Besides, you know the Council won't do anything but what's good for you."

"Can't I even see her once before I go?" said Benoni.

"Not unless you go to her house," said Chonz. "Her father is making her stay at home. Old man Awvrez is mad. He says you and Joel have shamed her by bandying her name in a public place. If it wasn't so close to initiation, he'd horsewhip both of you."

"That is a lie!" cried Benoni. "Why, I never once mentioned her name! It was Joel Vahndert! It's not fair!"

Chonz shrugged and said, "Maybe so. But it makes no difference. You must swear."

Sullenly, Benoni placed his hand on the book. He said, "I swear by The Found—and The Lost—Testaments to obey the will of the Council as charged in this matter.

"That's a good boy," said Chonz. "Good luck to you on your first warpath. God be with you."

"With you," said Benoni. He watched the tall lean Announcer ride away, then he rode Red Hawk back to the stable. After unsaddling the horse, he did not return to the house. He wanted his fury to die out first. Instead, it became stronger, fed by images of Debra and Joel. After elaborating various forms of exotic punishment for Vahndert, if Vahndert ever got into his power, he felt somewhat better. Then, he went back into the house and explained what had happened. To his relief, he was not kidded. His father and brothers-in-law did speculate on the chance of bad blood between the Riders and Vahnderts, and they talked with gory detail of some honor-battles that had taken place between Fiiniks frats in the remote and recent past.

Until now, the elders of both families had been on good terms. They went to the same church. They lived not more than five blocks apart. The heads of both often had amicable and mutually profitable business.

"If Peter Vahndert belonged to our frat," said Mr. Rider, "we could submit the dispute to the Inner Lodge. But the Vahnderts don't, so that way is out. However, nothing will happen to cause us to draw our swords until after the boys come back. Then, God alone knows. That Joel is a loudmouth; he's been nothing but a trouble maker since he was a child. Give the child of Seytuh his due, though, he throws a mighty javelin."

The men began to heap abuse on Joel. Benoni did not join them. It would not have been correct for him to do so when others present were. Besides, he did not want to think of the lout. He wanted to think about Debra. After a decent interval, he excused himself and went upstairs to his room. Here, he soaked some cloths in water and hung them over the window in the hope the breeze would be cool enough for him to sleep. After an hour or more of tossing and turning and futile efforts to get Debra out of his mind, he fell asleep.

Benoni dreamed that he had been captured by the Navahos. They were about to pour a great kettle of scalding hot water over him before inflicting more localized injuries. To give him an idea of what the entire kettle would be like, they were letting a few drops of the skin-burning water drip on him. By doing this, they also hoped to unnerve him and make him beg for mercy.

He swore to himself that he would act like a man, a true Fiinishan, and would make them admire him. After it was over, the Navahos would send a message to Fiiniks that the white youth, Benoni Rider, had died bravely, and they would compose a song in his honor. Debra would hear of this. She would weep, but she would also be proud of him. And she would scorn Joel Vahndert when he came courting. She would call her father and brothers. They would drive him from the house with whips and dogs.

Benoni woke to see his stepmother's profile against the moonlit square of the gauze-hung windows. She was sitting on his bed and was bent over him; her tears were dripping on his chest.

"What's the matter?" he said.

"Nothing, really," she said, sitting up and sniffling. "I came in to sit by you, to look at you for a while. I wanted to see you once again."

"You'll see me in the morning," Benoni said. He was embarrassed, yet touched. He knew she still grieved for his dead brother and that she was worrying about him.

"Yes, I know," she said, "but I couldn't sleep. R's so hot, and I . . ."

"A mother's tears cool the hot blood of the young warrior on his first warpath," said Benoni. "A smiling mother is worth a dozen knives."

"Don't quote me proverbs," she said.

She rose and looked down at him. "It's because I love you," she said. "I know I shouldn't be crying over you; you'll feel bad because I do. But I couldn't help myself. I just had to see you once more, before . . ."

"You talk as if you'll never see me again," he said. "Think of death, and you're a ghost."

"There you go with your old proverbs," she said. "Oh, I'm sure I'll see you again. It's just that you've been gone so long, hardly come home. And in no time at all, you'll . . . never mind. I'm doing what I promised not to do. I'll go now."

She stooped over and kissed him lightly on the lips, then straightened up.

"I'll stay home tomorrow and talk to you," he said.

"Thank you, son," she said. "I know how much you want to go into the marketplace and tell your friends about the Iron Mountains. And you will go tomorrow, act as if tomorrow is any other day. Besides, I'll have too much work to do to talk. Thanks very much, anyway, son. I appreciate your offer and what it means."

"Goodnight, mother," he said. Her voice had trembled so much that he was afraid she was going to cry again.

She left the room. Afterwards, he had trouble getting back to sleep. It seemed to him that, when he did succeed, he had just fallen out of wakefulness only to be dragged back into it.

This time, the moonlight showed four shadowy figures of men around his bed. They wore carved masks of wood with long curving beaks of ravens and black feathers standing out from three sides. Though the faces behind the birdmasks were hidden, he knew they were his father, two brothers-in-law, and his mother's brother.

"Get up, son of the raven," said his father's muffled voice. "It is time for you to try your wings."

Benoni's heart beat fast, and his stomach felt as if a dozen bowstrings were vibrating inside it. The time for his initiation had come sooner than he had expected. He had expected he would be given a week to rest from the long trip back from the Iron Mountains. But he remembered, it was supposed to come unexpectedly, like a Hon out of the night.

He rose from bed. His father secured a blindfold around his head. Somebody wrapped a cloth around his waist to cover his nakedness. Then he was taken by the hand and led out of the room into the hall. He heard a woman's soft weeping and knew that his mother was crying behind the closed door of her bedroom. Of course, she would not have been allowed to see the men in their masks nor him blindfolded. Nor would she have been warned that tonight was his time. Somehow, she had expected this. Women were supposed to be able to sense such things.

Benoni was led down the steps and out into the open air. Here he was placed on a horse and then the horse began to canter. Another horseman—he supposed—had his horse's reins and was pulling him along.

He gripped the horn of the saddle and felt very helpless riding in such a manner. What if his horse stumbled and fell and he, Benoni, were hurled off the saddle? Well, what of it? He could do nothing to prevent it.

Nevertheless, he felt uneasy. When, after perhaps half an hour's ride, they stopped and told him to dismount, and he felt better. Then he was helped into a wagon and placed on a bench which ran the length of the wagon. On both sides, naked shoulders and arms and hips pressed against his. These, he presumed, belonged to other initiates.

The wagon started with a jerk and began rolling and bumping and lurching over a rough road. Having been warned to be silent, he did not speak to his companions. The ride lasted for perhaps an hour. Then, the driver shouted, "Whoa!" and the wagon stopped. There was silence for about five minutes. Just as he was wondering if it was part of the ceremony to sit on the hard wooden bench all night, a man barked a command.

"Come on out! And keep silent!"

Benoni was helped off the wagon and guided to a spot where he was told to stand still.

A drum began beating a monotonous four-beat; this continued for about ten minutes.

Suddenly, a horn blew, and Benoni started. He hoped that no one had noticed his nervous reaction.

A hand ripped off the cloth around his waist; he opened his mouth to protest against being naked, then shut it. He did not know for sure, of course, but he had heard that when the unblooded were let loose in the desert, they wore nothing.

His blindfold was untied and removed, and he blinked in the full moonlight. Then, since he had not been forbidden to do so, he looked around. He was standing in the middle of a line of naked youths, twelve in all. In front of him were many adult men, their bodies clothed in furs and feathers, their faces hidden by the animal masks of the various frats. One of them was going down the line, giving each youth a drink of water from a gourd. When the. gourd was handed to Benoni, he drank deeply. Unless he was mistaken, this would be the last water he would taste for a long time.

The ceremony that followed was short and simple; so much so that Benoni could not help feeling disappointed. He had not known what to expect, but he had thought that there would be much beating of drums, long speeches exhorting them to go into the Navaho country, take as many scalps as possible, and return to their honor and that of

Fiiniks. He had also expected that their heads would be shaved, leaving only a roach of hair and that their bodies would be daubed with warpaint. Or even that there would be a bloodletting ceremony during which his blood would be mixed with that of the adults of his frat.

Chief Wako, in a few words, dissolved those preconceptions.

"You boys will go as you are, naked as when you came into this world. You will go East or North or South until you come to enemy territory. There you will take at least one man's scalp. How you get food, water, shelter, and weapons is your problem. After you return—if you return—you will be initiated as men into the frat. Until then, you are only fledglings.

"If this seems hard to you, to let you loose with bare hands and feet, remember that this custom was established many many years ago. The first warpath weeds out the unfit. We want no weaklings, cowards, or stupid ones to breed their kind among us.

"Later, in the fall, the eighteen-year-old women will go through a similar test in the desert, the main difference between their tests and yours being that they do not have to go into enemy land.

"Now, when the drum begins beating, your elders in the clan will drive you into the desert with whips. You will run a mile, will be dispersed in all directions so you will not band together. Not that we oan forbid you to band together afterwards, for you may do anything outside the area of Fiiniks. Even kill one another, if you wish."

Benoni heard a youth near him snort and mutter, "Good!" and he did not need to look to know that Joel Vahndert had spoken.

He did not have time to think about the implications of the remark, for Chief Wako raised his hand, held it a moment, then lowered it.

The drums broke out into a frenzy. The men in the masks, whooping and screaming, raced behind the youths. Then, whips cracked, and Benoni leaped into the air at the burn of a whiplash on his buttocks. He began running, and he felt no more cuts, for there was not a man in Fiiniks who could run as fast. But, behind him, the whips cracked and the yelling continued, and he ran for at least a mile until his pursuers had dropped far behind. Then he continued dog-trotting for several more miles, heading northeastward.

Benoni planned to trot for about five more miles, then hunt a while for a kangaroo rat or a jackrabbit to furnish him with blood and meat. Afterwards, he would find a place to sleep during the day. Travel by night was the only sane way. The sun would burn up the water in his naked body and make him more easily seen by any Navahos who might be in the area. Besides, hunting was better in the night when most of the beasts were out.

He paused on top of a high hillock of malapi to get his bearings, and then he heard, or thought he heard, somebody in the rocks below. At once he slipped behind a huge black malapi boulder and gripped a stone as a weapon. The man, or whoever it was, seemed to be in a hurry, which puzzled Benoni. He did not think it likely that a Navaho would be this close to Fiiniks, though it was possible. And if the follower were a Navaho, he would not be making this much noise. Chances were that it was one of the initiates. Either one who had happened to be taking the same path as himself, or one who was purposefully tracking him. Joel Vahndert?

If it were Joel, he would not be one bit better armed than himself. It would be better to face him now, get it over with, rather than wait until he had fallen asleep and Joel could take him by surprise.

Benoni crouched behind the boulder. And he, whose ears could detect the lizard running over the sand and whose nose could smell a rabbit a quarter mile away upwind, knew at once that this was a sweating man. There was tobacco in the odor, which relieved him. It could not be Joel; youths were not allowed to smoke until they took their first scalp.

However, if this were the case, then the man could be a

Navaho. And he might be careless because he thought that he, Benoni, was much further ahead.

The man came by the boulder, Benoni leaped around it, ready to catch him in the side of the head with a thrown stone.

He stopped, restrained his arm, and said, "Father!"

Hozey Rider jumped away, whirled, his long knife in hand. Then he relaxed, put the knife back in its sheath, and smiled.

"Good work, son!" he said, "I knew you must be some place close. I'm glad I didn't catch you unawares. I'd have felt very bad about your chances among the Navahos."

"You made a lot of noise," said Benoni,

"I had to catch you," said Hozey.

"Why?"

Benoni looked at the knife and wondered, for a second, if his father planned to give him the blade so he would have a better chance. He dismissed the thought as dishonorable.

"What I'm doing isn't according to ritual," said his father. "And it's actually a last-minute thought on the part of the chiefs. I'll be brief, because it's not good to hold a young unblood back from the warpath.

"You know, son, that your older brother went out with a scouting party about two years ago, and we never heard of him again. Possibly, he may be dead. Then, again, he might just not have come back from wherever he went to. You see, the mission he went on was secret, because we didn't want to stir up our own folk. Or let word to the Navahos what we might be doing in the future."

"I never did know what the party Rafe went out on was looking for," said Benoni.

"It was looking for a good place for us to move to," said his father. "A place where there is no valley fever, no earthquakes, no volcanoes, and plenty of water, grass, and trees."

"You . . . mean out of the valley?"

Hozey Rider nodded, and he said, "You must not tell anybody. The Council sent the scouting party out two years ago but told nobody why they went. We thought that there might be emotional upsets. After all, Fiiniks is our home. We have lived within the shadow of the sacred Kemlbek Mountain for hundreds of years. Some people might not want to leave, even if Fiiniks was knocked flat by a quake twenty years ago and ten volcanoes not over thirty miles away formed in the last twenty years. They might make a lot of trouble. But we decided that it would be for the good of the people if we did find another home. For one thing, besides the fever, which has been getting worse since I was a child, and the threat of quakes and of volcanoes, there is another thing. That is, that this valley can only feed so many people because there is only so much water available. Despite our heavy mortality, the population has been expanding. Food is getting increasingly scarce. Oh, you haven't suffered, because you're the son of a rich farmer and slaveholder. But there are plenty of poor people who go to bed hungry every night. And if they keep getting hungrier and more numerous, well ... I saw the Great Slave Revolt of thirty years ago." "But those were slaves, fatherl"

Hozey Rider smiled twistedly and he said, "That's what you've been told, son. That lie has been spread about so successfully that even those who know better believe it now. But the truth is that the lower classes tried to storm the granaries. And only after much blood-shed on both sides was the revolt settled. The granaries were opened, the courts and laws were reformed somewhat, and the lower classes were given more privileges.

"Lower classes?" said Benoni.

"You don't like to hear that word? Well, it's part of our way of life to deny that there are such things as classes. But any man who wants to blink two or three times can clear the mist away from his eyes. Would you think about marrying the daughter of a cottonchopper? No, you wouldn't. And there are other things. Some people don't like the idea of slaves."

"Any slave who serves fifteen years gets his freedom and becomes a citizen," said Benoni. "That's very fair. The Nava-hos never give their slaves freedom."

"And so the ex-slave joins the ranks of the poor, is not fed, and loses all his security. No. Anyway, I didn't puff and pant after you just to discuss our social system.

"Shortly before you and the others were initiated, we Councilmen talked about asking some of you to extend your first warpath."

"Extend?"

"Yes. Remember, this is not an order. It's a suggestion. But we would like some of you young bucks, after you've taken a scalp or two, not to return at once. Put off your moment of glory. Instead, go east. Look for a place where there is water, perhaps the Great River so many talk about but have never seen.

"Then, when you report, we can start thinking about moving our people, starting anew there.

"Everybody?"

"Everybody!"

"But father, if I do this, I may not get back for a long, long time. And . . . and . . . well, what about Debra Awvrez?"

His father smiled and said, "You think Joel Vahndert may have married her by the time you get back? Well, what about it? She isn't the only good looking girl in the valley."

Benoni gasped in astonishment. He said, "Weren't you ever in love?"

"Six or seven times," said Hozey Rider. "And I loved both my wives. But if I hadn't married them, I would have met some other women and married them and loved them just as much. You think I'm cynical, son. But that's only because you're so young. Anyway, if you have your fiery young man's heart set on this particular blonde, think of the honor that will be yours if you discover a new country. How can a Navaho scalp compare with this? She will be yours for the asking; any girl in the valley would be yours."

"But Joel may have returned and have herl You forget that!"

"If Joel's father can catch his son, and he shouldn't have any trouble following the tracks of that lumbering bear, he will tell him the same thing I'm telling you. If I know

Joel, the idea of so much glory will be irresistable. He'll go on to the East, too."

"Perhaps. Why didn't the Council think of this before?"

"Then we wouldn't have to be tracking you down? As I said, it was decided suddenly. It was ridiculous doing it so impulsively and so late. But a suddenly made-up mind moves quickly, and Wako told us to track our sons down if we could and ask them."

Benoni envisioned the older ones frantically chasing down the young men to give them a last-minute message. He did not know whether to feel sick or to laugh. All the dignity and importance of the ceremony was gone; he doubted the wisdom of the Council, which he had looked up to all his life. His father, as if he had read his thoughts, said, "Yes, I know. It's ridiculous. But when you take your place on the Council, son, you will find yourself doing just such stupid and hasty things."

"I don't know about this exploration trip, father," he said. "I'll have to think about it later. Now, I'm going to be too busy keeping alive."

Suddenly, tears appeared in his father's eyes; the moonlight glinted off them. And his father put his arm around him and said, "God go with you, son. And bring you back home as soon as possible."

Benoni was embarrassed. It was bad enough for his mother to weep. She could be excused because she was a woman. But his father . . .

Nevertheless, after gently saying good-bye to his father and watching him disappear into the boulder strewn hills, Benoni felt better. He had not known that his father cared so much for him. Men took so many pains to conceal emotions, to deny they even had any. Besides, no one had seen them, it was not as if his father had broken down in public.

Benoni headed toward the northeast, keeping the towering bulk of the Superstitions, twenty miles away, to his right. His goal was the beginning of the Pechi Trail, the path to the uplands and Navaho country. To get there, he had two choices. Take the easy but much longer road which curved southeast and then back north just at the foot of the Superstitions. Or cut straight across the country or rock strewn, wash-gashed, hilly country. The easier path meant that he would have to pass by farms and the fortress-tpwn of Meysuh. Even though his going would be at night, he would be in danger of being shot at by his own countrymen or having dogs set upon him. The naked youth on his first warpath was taboo. A man's hand was lifted only to strike a blow at him, to send him more swiftly on his way. There had been cases where boys had taken the easier road, were detected, and killed or crippled. Nobody felt sorry. A youth who was captured was obviously unfit to be a warrior of Fiiniks.

Benoni cut across the desert. He climbed the steep walls of several deeply cut washes. One of which, so said legend, was an irrigation canal dug centuries before white men had ever come to this land. Hohokam, the ancient Indians were called. Their descendants were the Papago and Pima, long since absorbed into the white majority in the Valley of the Sun.

He skirted several small mountains where he could, climbed where he could not go around. Near dawn, he had covered about ten miles.

Then, thirsty and hungry, he thought of hunting. First, he needed a knife. That meant finding a piece of chert or some satisfactory substitute. He would be lucky if he found even chert. There was no better grade of flint in this area. And, after an hour of straining his eyes in the moonlight and picking up many rocks and rejecting them, he found a chert. This, he chipped away at, though he hated to make any noise. And he fashioned a crude cutting tool, one that would be refined when he had more time.

After choosing two small stones for throwing, he looked for rodents: jackrabbits, cottontails, kangaroo rats, pocket mice, or anything else that he might see before it saw him.

After an hour of slow and silent search, he came across a pack of kangaroo rats. These long-legged, strong-tailed little creatures were playing in the moonlight in a coliseum formed by a ring of malapi boulders. They bounded high into the air, chased each other, rolled and tumbled in the dirt that was the floor of the coliseum. Benoni waited until one was chased close to the boulder behind which he crouched. Then, his left hand fired the stone at the unsuspecting creature.

Sixteen years of practice propelled the missile. It struck the rat on the side and bowled it over. Benoni shifted the rock in his right hand to his left and threw it. The rat rolled over a few turns from the second blow and kicked out its little life.

Suddenly, the coliseum was empty of all but the victim.

Benoni ran up to it, picked it up, and cut its throat with the chert he had sharpened an hour ago. He held the beast upside down, allowed its blood to drain into his throat. Some ran over his lips and down his chin and dripped onto his chest, but he was too hungry to pay any attention. Later, he would scour himself with sand.

When he finished drinking all the rodent had to offer, he skinned it. His rough tool of chert made the skinning a tough job, but he was not concerned with damage to the skin for he had no use for it. Then, he cut off the long heavily muscled legs, cut out the heart and kidneys and liver. And he chewed up the warm tough meat. This he did with some distaste; he did not like raw meat of any kind. But a man had to eat, and he had been doing just this for some years in preparation for this day and more to come. To light a fire was to invite a Navaho knife at his throat, or an arrow in his back: too high a price to pay for cooked meat.

Gingerly, Benoni cut open a barrel cactus, not without being stuck several times with the long spines, though he was careful. He gouged out several pieces of the pulp and .sucked on them. It was not like drinking from a cup of water or a spring. In fact, the pulp held no more moisture than a piece of raw potato. But it was moisture, though in limited quantities and somewhat bitter.

Afterwards, he dug out a foxhole under a palo verde tree near the banks of a wash. Curling up in the hole, he composed himself for sleep. Sleep came swiftly.

But as swiftly, dawn with its whiteness and heat awakened him. Thirsty again, he crawled out of the hole, cut some more strips of barrel cactus. These he took back to the hole. Some he buried deep to use later during the day; the others, he sucked. He covered himself with sand to cut down on the moisture loss and went back to sleep. Several times during the day, he awoke and dug up the cactus pulp. Still, the water he got from the pieces was far from enough to replace that drawn from his body by the dry and burning air.

Fortunately, a sidewinder wiggled its crazy path near to his hole. All Benoni had to do was to reach out, seize the rattler by the tail, and crack it like a whip. Back broken, the sidewinder managed to writhe and to try, vainly, to sink its fangs into him. Benoni. hacked its head off, then drank the blood and ate some of its back-meat. The rest he buried beneath the sand, for he did not want to attract any buzzards or hawks. Their circling might also bring some curious Navahos.

No birds came. But the ants did. For an hour, he scooped them up and crunched them between his teeth or swallowed them whole. Finally, they quit coming, and he settled back to sleep.

Dusk came. Benoni, bitten all over with insect bites and itching, crawled out of the hole. He took a sand bath, cut some more cactus pieces, and set off toward the northeast. The moon, diminished to a sliver, rose over the Superstition. It was huge and bloody. As it went higher in the cloudless sky, it became smaller and silvery. Benoni had the light he needed. He found a nest on a branch of cat's-claw tree; two wrens slept in it. A leap upwards, ignoring the thoms sticking into his hand, and clutching the branch with one hand, he swooped downward upon the nest with the other hand. His hand closed upon the birds, squeezed them, cut off their sudden cries and their lives. Their blood went to quench his thirst; their meat stilled the rumblings of his stomach. He spat out the feathers and pinfeathers that had escaped his hasty plucking, and went on.

The rest of the night, Benoni walked swiftly toward his goal. Toward dawn, he found a dying palo verde and spent some time tearing a branch loose. When he had cut and twisted it off, he sliced off the bumps along its length and sharpened one end.

He had no trouble finding jackrabbit holes. Down the entrance of over twenty holes, he thrust the sharp end of the stick. Finally, the jabbing stick caught in the body of an animal. Quickly, he twirled the stick; it caught the loose fur of the rabbit and wound tightly around the stick. Benoni pulled the kicking animal out of the burrow and hit it in back of the head with the edge of his palm. He cut its throat and drank its blood. He took more time skinning the creature this time. After he had cut the animal up, he buried part of it deep in the sand and ate the rest.

He spent several days near the spot where he had caught the jackrabbit. With the animal's own fat and with his urine he tanned the fur, though it was stiffer than he liked, he was able to make a sun-hat for himself. He also caught two other rabbits with the same technique of the pointed stick, a trick known by the Navaho name of haathdiz. He made himself a loincloth and a belt, found another piece of chert. This he intended to use to make a spearpoint, but he fractured the chert with a blow that was not quite at the right angle.

At night he moved on. He ate chuckwalla and gecko lizards, pocket mice, ants, an armadillo, a diamond-back rattlesnake, and a ring-tail cat. Once he caught a desert turtle and drank water from the two little sacs it carried under its shell.

He went up the hills, began climbing up slowly, going up a tall hill or small mountain, then going down again before tackling the next. But he was at a higher level than the Valley even when he was going down, and on the evening of the fifth day he rose from his sleep to see his last sawaro. The fifty-foot cactus stood on the side of a hill and was outlined blackly against the setting sun.

Straight it stood, a pillar with one outstretched arm and one dropping downward. It looked like a man bidding him farewell.

Impulsively, Benoni waved good-bye at it. He could not help thinking that, perhaps, this might be good-bye forever, that he would never again see these stately and sometimes weird plants that grew only in the Valley of the Sun.

Then he continued climbing, came to the ancient trail leading around the sides of the mountains, and decided to follow it for a while. Certainly the chances of Navahos waiting here during the night time seemed remote. Even if they were, they would have a hard time seeing him. He was, he boasted to himself, a ghost. He drifted along in the darkness like a coyote, a Hon. Besides, he had heard that the Navaho always stayed close to their camping site at night, that they feared demons and evil gods. On the other hand, his father had told him that was nonsense. The Navahos feared the dark no more than the Fiinishans. Proof was that they had often attacked outlying farms and lone travelers at night.

All that night, Benoni followed the trail. Now and then, he came to a broken piece of strange rocklike stuff, rotten, crumbling at the touch. This, he supposed, was the stuff the old ones had paved the Pechi Trail with. His father and others had described it and said what they thought it was. Of course, Benoni told himself, their saying so did not necessarily make it so. Whatever the truth, the trail was not a wide road now as it was supposed to have been. It was narrow, sometimes so narrow that he had to stand with his back against the cliff and edge along facing outwards. Other places, it was broad, though even here boulders had fallen down from above to the road, partially blocking it. The spring torrents had cut washes and grooves into it.

When dawn threatened, Benoni left the road, climbed up a steep cliff to the top, and found a place he could dig into under the shade of an ironwood. Here, he slept uneasily all day. In the dusk, after careful reconnoitering, he descended to the trail. He wondered if he was doing the right thing. Perhaps, he would be much safer if he ignored the easier path and cut across the mountains and valleys between them. His progress would be slower. But he would not meet any of the Dine, not likely.

He met no-one, heard nothing except the screek of a night-hawk, the scream of a bobcat, the whoopbark of a coyote. Several times he came across the big tracks of lions, but he did not worry overmuch about these. From childhood, he had seen hundreds of lion tracks in washes and other places and had yet to see a live lion.

At dawn, he came to the top of a big hill. And he saw, far below and away, the glitter of blue water.

This, he knew, must be the lake that lay a few miles outside of the really dangerous territory. Here, it was said, the old ones had once built a dam, oh, so big that Benoni's head swam trying to imagine it from the descriptions. Once, this lake had been much larger than the one he now saw. Here the ancient whites sported, swam (something he could not do), sailed (something he had to strain his imagination to picture), and enjoyed all the benefits of a ruling and powerful race. Now, Navahos, or the threat of them, made the place deadly.

Yet, Benoni was determined to sneak down at night, to take a bath, and wash off the grime and stink of the desert, to drink cool water to the full. And here he would find and fill a calabash with water to carry along. He was sick of blood and cactus pulp moisture; his throat was dry and aching.

Shortly after dusk, Benoni Rider was on the shore of the lake. He did not rush in, though every cell of his body craved water. He felt an unexpected sensation, one he had never imagined because of lack of experience. Fear of water.

This hollow between the mountains was deep, and he could not swim. If he went in very far, he might step off a ledge and sink into the black depths. The thought sent him into a near panic.

For a long time, he crouched by the shore and watched the lake lap at the rocks on the edge. Then, calling himself a coward, unfit to be a man, he walked into the water. Slowly, he slid his foot ahead and tested the pebbly bottom to make sure there was not a break in its continuity. When he was knee deep, he decided that he had gone far enough. Now, forgetting his terror, and sighing with ecstasy, he sat down. He scrubbed himself with his hands and with sand he brought up from the bottom. He made sure that the dirt and sweat was gone from his body and from the hair on top of his head. Afterwards, reluctantly, he left. His calabash filled with water and hanging from a strip of rabbithide around his waist, he followed the trail. An hour before dawn, he caught a gecko lizard and ate it raw, crunching the delicate bones between his teeth.

He was looking for a place far enough off the path to be safe for sleep when he heard a horse snort.

He hit the ground, lay still a moment, then snaked into the scanty vegetation. Since the snort had come from above, and since he heard no other noise, he was fairly confident he had not been seen. However, he was slow and cautious in getting to the little mesa above the path. He went around the side, first cutting down a wash, then starting to climb up. The slope on this side was even steeper than the side along the trail, so he knew that the horse and rider must have come up a much gentler climb on the side opposite the one he was ascending.

After crawling up between two large rocks on the edge of the mesa, he peered through them. He saw more than he had expected. Four horses and a pack-mule, all hobbled and grazing on the sparse grass. Under the green branches of a palo verde tree were four sleeping men. Navahos. No. Three Navahos. One was lighter in color and was naked. Big.

The white man turned over, and Benoni saw that he was Joel Vahndert.

Joel's hands were tied behind him; his ankles were roped together.

There was a fourth Navaho, a squat man who sat on a rock about forty yards from the others. His back was to Benoni, and he was obviously supposed to be watching the trail from his position. Why he had not seen Benoni, Benoni did not know. Perhaps the Navaho had fallen asleep for the few minutes Benoni needed to escape detection. Whatever the reason for his lapse, it was going to be fatal if Benoni had anything to do with it.

Benoni put the chert knife in his teeth, picked out two stones, placed one in each palm, and began crawling toward the sentinel. The Navaho never looked his way until Benoni was within twenty feet. Then, the Indian stood up and stretched. Benoni leaped to his feet and threw the first stone. It caught the Navaho in the back of the head with a loud crack.

The Indian pitched forward and fell down on the face of the slope with a clatter of loosened rocks. Benoni whirled towards the others, expecting them to be awakened. But they did not stir, and the horses and mule only continued to eat.

For a minute, Benoni hesitated between two choices of action. Take the scalp of the man he had just killed and return with honor to Fiiniks. Or cut Vahndert loose and, with him, attack the other Navahos.

The first choice was the easier. To cut and run would not be to lower himself in the eyes of his people—even if they found out. Joel Vahndert was his enemy. Joel wanted to marry Debra Awvrez, and he had proved himself an inept warrior by being captured. If Benoni cut Joel's throat before he left, he would be within his rights. Anything an unblood did on his warpath was permissible, anything at all. He had no-one to account to but himself.

That was the trouble. Discretion and logic told Benoni that the best thing he could do for his own interests was to scalp the Navaho and take to the hills. There, the Navahos could not easily track him.

But Benoni could not see himself doing this. He could not leave a fellow Fiinishan to be tortured to death. Besides, the more scalps he brought back home, the more honor to himself. And when the story of Joel's rescue was told, Joel would be in disgrace.

Weighing of the factors took only a few seconds. He was scarcely aware of them as fully expressed and considered thoughts. They came up from the unconscious like flashes, the barely visible peaks of thrusts from the deep below. He picked up the knife fallen from the Navaho's hand—it was about nine inches long and of good and sharp steel—and walked towards Joel. He did not run because he did not want to startle the beasts.

By the time Benoni had reached Joel, Joel's eyes were opened. He was pale, his mouth hung open as if he did not believe what he was seeing. Benoni did not bother to make a sign cautioning him to keep silence. Joel would not be stupid enough to make a noise. If he were, he deserved to die.

The keen edge severed the ropes around Joel's hands, which were tied behind him. Joel began flexing his fingers, his face twisted as the returning circulation drove agony through his veins. Two slashes, and the ropes around the big youth's ankles were cut.

Benoni asked him, very softly, if he could go into action.

"I can't do anything for a minute," said Joel. "I don't think I can walk."

He rose and took a step like a man with frozen legs. "Wait just sixty seconds, then . . ."

But there was a cry from behind them, and a Navaho bounded to his feet. He was the one closest to the two, well within good knife range. The rising sun flashed on his blade as he threw it.

Benoni reacted automatically; his own knife flew.

Suddenly, the hilt of the knife struck out from the pit of the Navaho's stomach., The stricken man fell backwards, his hands around the hilt. At the same time, Benoni felt a blow in his side, and he staggered back from the force. Though he felt no pain, only a numbness, he knew he was wounded. Looking downward, he saw the Indian's knife sticking out from between his right ribs. It was not in more than an inch, but blood was welling out from around the steel.

The other two Navahos, yelling, had also gained their feet by now. One picked up a short spear from the ground. The other grabbed up a bow with one hand and an arrow with the other. Benoni, screaming, picked up a rock and rushed at the bowman. The Indian fitted the notch to the bow and raised the bow and arrow as a single piece, pulling back as he did so. Benoni threw his rock; it flew straight and smashed into' the man's throat. But not before he loosed the arrow.

Benoni felt another blow, this time in the chest just below the shoulderbone. He fell backwards upon the ground, then sat up. The Indian must not have had a chance to draw the arrow back to the head, for the arrow had not gone in deeper than the head. Nevertheless, Benoni was out of the fight.

The only Navaho standing raised his spear as if to throw. Then, changing his mind, he lowered it, gripped it with both hands. And he charged Joel.

Joel looked desperately around for a weapon. None was within reach, none except the arrow and the knife sticking from Benoni's flesh. And it was one of them that Joel took, tearing the knife from between Benoni's ribs. Benoni cried out, but it was done so swiftly he could not resist. If he had had time to think, he would have told Joel to do it. Otherwise, both would be dead.

Joel stooped, picked up a rock, and ran at the Navaho. A few feet from him, he threw the rock. The Navaho ducked; the rock shot past his head. Joel shifted the knife to his right hand, and his left hand shot out. The Navaho came up out of his dodging maneuver a little off balance. Joel caught the spear shaft with his hand but not without closing it around the head first and cutting his hand. He jerked backwards. The Navaho, clinging to his spear, was pulled headlong. Joel pulled the spear towards him as he fell, twisted, and the spear drove between his.arm and body. His right hand came up with the knife. The blade drove into the Indian's belly. The Indian screamed and fell beside Joel. Joel pulled the knife out and plunged it into the Navaho's throat.

Then, there was silence. Even the horses, which had been screaming, were quiet. Benoni looked down at the ravaged place on his side from which the knife had been so savagely jerked. The blood was flowing fast now, and the pain was beginning to come. Also, he was starting to feel the arrowhead in his shoulder.

There was nothing to do but try to work the arrow loose, even if it meant more loss of blood. He batted the flies away from the two wounds and closed his left hand around the shaft and began to move it slowly.

Joel, breathing hard, came up to him, and he said, "You'll never be able to do that by yourself."

He pulled the arrow loose with one easy motion. Benoni clenched his teeth to keep from screaming, and he felt faint. For a moment, the world swam, then it came back into focus. He saw Joel standing over him holding the bloody knife and arrow and smiling. Smiling.

"Looks as if you won't make it, friend," said Joel. "Too bad, too."

"I'll make it all right," said Benoni. "I'll live to take those scalps back to Fiiniks."

"I don't see how you can say that," said Joel. "Since I'm taking those scalps."

"You!" said Benoni. "You only killed one man. The rest are mine."

Still smiling, Joel said, "Now, how are you going to scalp a man when you haven't even the strength to walk? AndTl be dead in an hour or so? No, it'd be pure waste to leave all that fine black hair here to rot."

"Maybe you should take my scalp, too," said Benoni. He fought to keep his consciousness.

"I would if it wasn't yellow," said Joel. "Of course, I could tell them back home that it was taken off a blond Navaho. They say there are some. But I think they might find that hard to swallow. Besides, it wouldn't be right, would it?"

Laughing, he turned and walked away and began the business of cutting and peeling back the dead men's scalps. When he had four hanging from a belt he'd taken off a Navaho, he put on one of the men's loincloths. He selected a horse, the best bow and arrows, a spear, and the best knife.

He unhobbled the other animals, too, saying, "Couldn't leave them there to die of starvation or be caught by the lions."

Benoni watched him make preparations to move on. One thing he was determined not to do was to beg for help. It was obvious that Vahndert meant to give him none. Even if Vahndert would, he was not going to get Benoni Rider to plead. Benoni would rather die. Probably would die, too.

After putting the choicest food in the saddle bags of his horse, Joel returned to Benoni. "By rights, I should put a spear through you," he said. "You're no damn good, and you might possibly live. Though I doubt it. However, I'm a very forgiving person, I'll let you make it on your own."

He paused, then said, teeth bared in hatred, "Not before I pay you back for what you did on the way home from the Iron Mountains."

He drew his foot back and kicked Benoni between the legs. Benoni felt agony, then he fainted.

When he came to, he found himself sitting up on his knees, bent over, and clutching at the source of pain. Blood was running down his side from the two wounds, and the flies were swarming on that side of his body, forming an almost solid mat of blackness and buzzing. Benoni scraped them away, then began crawling towards a pile of goods beside a dead Navaho. Painfully, he made the short distance, though he had to stop four times to fight off unconsciousness. Once at the pile, he chose two ceramic water bottles. These were not filled; the water that Joel had poured from them was fast drying on the rocks. However, Joel had not bothered the food. Benoni chose strips of dried meat, mesquite beans, and some hard dry bread. Then, he put on one of the dead men's pants. They were tight, but they covered him.

He wrapped several bandannas around the wounds in a very clumsy but effective job to stanch the blood. Armed with a knife, a bow, and a quiver of arrows, and carrying a sack of food, he managed to mount a horse. He almost fell off from weakness and dizziness, but he held on. And he urged the horse down the slope and across a wash and back onto the trail. Then he rode back to the lake, where he dismounted and filled the water bottles.

After these preparations, he had only one thing to do. That was to find a cave in the mountains where it was cool, where he could command a view of the trail below, where he could recover from his wounds. He hated to loose the horse, for he could use it when he felt well enough to go back on the warpath. But if another band of Navahos found a hobbled horse, they would search the territory and might unearth him. He could not take a chance.

He took the saddle and reins off and gave the beast its freedom. Then, slowly, panting, full of pain, he climbed the mountain. And, within three hours, he had found one of the caves that pockmarked the face of the mountain. He crawled into its entrance over a pile of dried choya branches left there by rats, ignoring the pain of many little barbed needles. At the rear of the cave, he collapsed. He did not come out of his sleep until early next morning.

He drank some water and ate some smoked meat and the sweet beans. He waited for a fever to come, knowing that if he became infected from the wounds, he would probably die. But the fever did not come..

And, on the evening of the third day, he left the cave. He was very weak and stiff from the wounds and thirsty because he had drunk all the water on the second day. Painfully, he made his way down the mountain. At its foot, he drank water and refilled the bottles. Then, he began walking toward the northeast. A week later, he was able to run and to work the arm in which the arrow had sunk. He killed game with his arrows, and he built a small fire in the most secluded spots and cooked his meat.

Always, he looked for Joel Vahndert. If he had found the youth sleeping, he would have cut his throat on the spot. But he did not find him.

One night, he almost stumbled into a Navaho sentinel. This man was placed on a cliff high above the trail. After studying him, Benoni decided that this was the first in a chain of sentinels placed near the town that guarded the end of the trail. There was a big lake beyond it, the beginning of a series of lakes which ended in the body of water beside which Benoni had been wounded. Benoni worked his way over the mountains. At the end of the second night, he saw the lake and the stockaded village beside it. To the east were the beginnings of pine forests. He knew that north and east were many small Navaho settlements. About a hundred years ago the Navahos had come into this area, killed or driven off the Apaches then living there.

Benoni stood on top of the cone-shaped peak in the shadow of a juniper for a long time. What to do? Skulk around the town, kill a man, then leave for Fiiniks with a scalp at his belt? Or go east for a long distance, maybe to the edge of the earth, searching for a well-watered earthquake-free country to which the Fiinishans might migrate?

Finally, he decided that it was too soon to make up his mind. He would go much further east, however. He did not think it would be good to try to take a scalp here. Doubtless, Vahndert and some of the other youths had already been here. They would have stirred up the Navahos, put them on their guard. It would be better to go through here at night and strike at some of the towns or farms where the inhabitants were not so cautious.

That night, he left the mountain and struck across the forests. He traveled for two weeks, hunting on the way. He passed many Navaho farms with their rock hogans and straight or circular rows of maize, beans, pumpkins, squash, and muskmelons and little herds of sheep, goats, and a few cattle. Several times, he had a chance to take the scalp of some farmer working in the field, but he refrained. Two more weeks passed, and always he traveled into the rising sun. Now that he had many trees and bushes to hide him, he walked by day.

Then, one morning, a lone Navaho youth riding a horse came close to his sleeping place. The horse was a fine roan stallion; the saddle was chased with silver. The youth was singing a song about the maiden whose hand he meant to ask for.

Benoni admired the song and the fine voice of the youth. But he admired the saddle and the horse even more. He shot an arrow through the youth, cutting off his song in the middle of a word. He took the scalp and the horse and set off towards the east. Knowing that he would be backed, he pushed the horse for several days. He went up as many streams as he could find and many times took the horse carefully across rocky places. Never did he see any pursuers, but he did not breathe easily until he had come to edge of the forest.

On the edge of the Navaho country, where the desert began again, at the time of the sun's setting, Benoni heard something. What it was he did not know. Only a murmur from upwind that told him of something dangerous. He tied his horse to a branch of a tree beside a wash and worked his way on his belly northwards.

After fifteen minutes of cautious progress, he came to the top of a low ridge. He looked through the sparse grass and down into a little amphitheater. In its center sat Joel Vahn-dert, Joel Vahndert cooking a rabbit over a tiny fire. His horse was a few feet from him and was feeding upon the tough brown grass.

Benoni's heart had been beating fast before. Now, it thudded under his breastbones, hammered. But he moved slowly in order not to make any noise, the ridge concealing him, and his hands were steady as he fitted an arrow to the string of his bow.

He planned to stand up, call to Joel, and thus give him a fighting chance. No-one—not even himself, the only surviving witness (he hoped)—could accuse him of cowardice. Of magnanimity, yes, for he did not have to warn the treacherous Joel. No, not magnanimity, for he wanted Joel to know that he, Benoni, had lived and now was taking vengeance.

But he did not rise at once, for he was savoring the look that would appear on Joel's face when he saw him. Luckily for him, he crouched those few seconds. Just as he started to rise, to spring upon the top of the ridge, he froze.

A whoop from half a dozen throats rose from the opposing rim of the amphitheater. And, over the rim, six Navahos rode.

Joel dropped the meat into the fire, jumped up, caught his horse by the saddle just as it began to run away, and hoisted himself upon its back in one flowing motion. Fortunately for him, the horse was headed at right angles from the Navahos, and it passed four scrubby pines. The arrows of the attackers struck the branches or were deflected, and they lost some time by having to round the trees. By then, Joel was gone, though whether he could keep ahead of them was another matter. Huge, Joel burdened any horse he rode, and his animal was no larger than those that ran after him.

Benoni, unable to restrain himself, shot at the last Navaho in the line of pursuers. His arrow entered beside the youth's lower spinal column, and the youth fell backwards off his horse. The others did not see him tumble, for their eyes were on the quarry.

Benoni ran out, scalped the corpse, and ran back to his horse. Then, instead of riding away from the party, he decided to follow them. A foolhardy move, but if the Navahos lost Joel, he intended to find Joel for himself. And, perhaps, he could pick off another of the enemy. He liked the idea of hunting them while they chased Joel.

When day came, he was deep in the desert, and he saw no signs of the hunting party or of Joel. The night had been moonless, and the ground was rocky.

Nevertheless, Benoni pushed eastwards, imaging that Joel would have fled in that direction and hoping that he would again run across him. He believed in events happening in three's; he was sure he would meet Joel again. Next time, he would not delay.

The desert was somewhat different than the one he had known, but not too different. He rode the horse until it became apparent that there would be no water for it. Then, reluctantly, he killed it. After smoking as much of its meat as he could carry, he set out on foot. And here he had the same problems facing him as in the Fiinishan desert. These he solved in the same way, living off the plants and animals.

A man who had not been born and bred there would have died in two days. But Benoni, alone and on foot, made fifteen miles a day. And, though he did not grow fat, he maintained his weight and his health, grew hard as the shell of a desert tortoise.

Now, he out towards the northeast at night and slept during the heat of the day. The flatland behind him, he began going around mountains where he could, over them where he could not. Generally, he followed an ancient trail. Doubtless, it had been one of the stone roads of the old ones. When he came to a place where dirt and sand was piled up in many hummocks for miles, he knew he was in the ruins of a city of the old ones. He did not sleep in the ruins but walked all night. He was very nervous, for he had heard that the ghosts of the old ones and earth demons flitted through the spaces between the hummocks. And, sometimes, they possessed the person unlucky enough to fall asleep.

He wondered if the stories were true about the old ones. Had they once been so numerous they filled this land, drank water piped in from the sea (which he had never seen), flown through the air in magical wagons, lived to be two hundred years old, talked to each other at great distances through magical devices? Was the story true that the old ones had fallen out among themselves and devastated each other with weapons so terrible it made his flesh crawl to hear of them? Or was the other story, that the demons of the earth had destroyed civilization, true?

The preachers said that almost all the knowledge of the old ones had been lost, that their books, even, were destroyed. Some parts of ancient scriptures, telling of the creation of the world, of Adam and Eve, of the wanderings of the lost Hebrews across the desert (this one?) and of Our Savior had been found. But these were incomplete, parts of them were lost. And it had taken half a century for the preachers in Fiiniks to decipher the spelling of the old ones. And even now they were very uncertain of the meanings of many words. In fact, disputes over the interpretations had led to a religious war about ten years before Benoni was born. The losers had fled westward through the desert. Their goal was the great ocean said to exist beyond the mountains.

Benoni could not read the Found Testaments; he had been lucky to be bom in the ruling classes and given enough schooling to read the writing of Fiiniks, which differed from that of the old ones. The preachers said the writing of the old ones, though having an alphabet similar to the demotic, had different values in many cases. To master the old ones' writings, a man had to spend almost all his time in the attempt. It was not worthwhile unless a man wanted to be a preacher. Benoni envied the power the preachers had, but he intended to become a big man in Fiiniks through other means.

Next dusk, Benoni walked onwards. A week later, he was almost surprised by a band of horsemen. They came around the corner of a mountain, and Benoni was almost caught in the open. He heard them about thirty seconds before they came into view, enough time to hide above the trail behind a boulder.

The riders were all men and dressed strangely. They wore cloths tied around the head that fell halfway down their back, and their bodies were covered in loose robes of many colors. Their standard-bearer carried a white flag on which was a golden hive and large golden bees swarming from the hive. By this, Benoni guessed that the men were a war party from Deseret. He had heard about Deseret from Navahos he had talked to in the market-place during the December-January trade-truce. They said that the white men of Deseret had once been a small community on the Great Salt Lake, that they had a strange religion something like that of the Fiinishans. That during the past hundred years they had increased in numbers, were pressing upon the Navahos, and had conquered much territory to the east.

Benoni watched them go by regretfully. To take the scalp of a Deseret man would bring him much honor at home.

He went on, and two days later passed near the remains of a village of Indians. The Indians were dead, probably victims of the Deseret war party that had passed him. Every corpse had been stripped of its scalp. Benoni felt contempt for the Deseret men. It was all right to kill enemy women and children, for that meant the women would bear no more males, the male children would not grow up to kill you, and the female children would not grow up to bear males. But there was nothing about the deed to warrant honor. You left those scalps untouched.

Four weeks later, after going over a great mountain range, Benoni left the desert. It was almost like stepping from one room to another. On one side, sand and rocks and cacti. On the other, grass and trees.

He was in a country of great plains cut occasionally by creeks and, now and then, a small river. There were many trees along the waterways; not so many on the plains. Yet even here there were enough to make him think this land rich in wood. Here began the great herds of antelopes, deer, wild horses, longhorned cattle, and huge pigs. Here also were flocks of birds in such number they darkened the sky as they flew overhead. Here, naturally, were the packs of wild dogs, big wolfish creatures, and, not so naturally, here were lions. Benoni was surprised to find them, for he had always thought of the lion as a mountain beast. But these lions were not the slim animals he had seen. These were great cats weighing at least four hundred pounds, thick-limbed, and seven to eight feet from tip of nose to tip of tail. Aside from their size and more massive legs, they looked just like the cats at home, and he wondered if they were not descended from them. On the plains, they had changed into creatures large enough to stalk and kill the dangerous long-horns.

He gave them a wide berth. At night, though he did not like to attract human eyes, he built a ring of fire to keep the lions away.

However, it was the wild dogs who almost got him. One dawn they came sweeping silently over the horizon just as he was arising from sleep. He ran like a deer, and managed to get up a tree which was fortunately nearby. He stayed there for a day and night while the dogs howled and leaped vainly. In the morning, the dogs left. He came down.

The following evening, Benoni built a bed in the branches of a tree. And, before going to sleep, he considered what he was doing. Almost without thinking about it, he had pushed so far east that he might well be past the point of returning. Not that there was anything to keep him from going back. It was just that the lure of the distant grassy horizons was Retting stronger with every mile. He had planned to stop short many scores of miles back and make a decision whether lie should look for a new country or take his scalps back to Fiiniks. Day had succeeded day, and he had put off the final decision. Now, he wondered if the Great River he had heard his father and the preachers talk of was only a short distance away. No-one, as far as he knew, had ever come this far from the Valley of the Sun. This adventure alone would be enough to make him the talk of Fiiniks. He would be able to tell tales about it the rest of his life. And, perhaps, his children—and Debra's—could some day travel the same path and even go on to the Great River.

Debra! Was she now pledged to marry Joel Vahndert l>ecause Benoni had not come back and she thought him dead?

He fell asleep wondering. In the morning, when he came down from the tree, he decided to put the choice of his path in the hands of Jehovah God. After washing himself thoroughly in a nearby creek, he got down on his knees and prayed. Then, he stood up, took his knife out of its scabbard, and flipped it high into the air. He stepped back and watched it turn over and over, flashing in the morning sun. If it came down point first to stick in the ground, he would continue east. If the butt of the knife struck first, he would turn back towards Fiiniks.

The knife whirled. And its butt hit the grass, and it bounced up to fall on its side.

Benoni put the knife back in its scabbard. Aloud, he said, "You have shown me what I should do, Jehovah! And I hope I am not doing wrong by changing my mind. But I intend to go straight ahead. I should not have asked You, because I knew in my heart secretly what I wanted to do."

Uneasy because he had ignored the omen, he walked on. For several days, he expected something terrible to happen: an attack by one of the huge Hons, a bite from a rattlesnake, an arrow from behind a bush. But nothing out of the way occurred. After a week, he lost the uneasiness.

During the next two months, he had many adventures. But he always escaped from death or injury. Many times he had to hide to evade human beings. Usually, these were Indians. Four times, however, the danger was white men. A pack of wild dogs chased him, and again he barely made it to a tree. Once, a lion walked out of the dense vegetation surrounding a waterhole, and Benoni prepared to fight to the death: his death, he supposed. But the lion merely belched and stood his ground, and Benoni walked on.

A few days later, Benoni was peering from behind a bush at the strangest habitation he had even seen. It was huge, perhaps four-hundred feet long and forty-feet high, wide in the middle and tapering to a point at one end. The other end was covered with the dirt of a hill. Its curving sides rose from the ground in a manner suggesting that only the upper half could be seen and that another half was buried under the ground. It shone in the morning sun, reflecting like Navaho silver. It had no doors or windows that he could see, and he circled the entire structure to get a good look. If it had an entrance, he decided, it must be behind the high log walls and gate of a stockade butting against the curving sides of the south side. Another log stockade mounted the central portion of the top of the structure; this, obviously, had been built as a look-out.

He dared not come any closer, for people were coming out of the open log gate. Some of them were tall husky men armed with bows and arrows, spears, and short, broad bladed iron swords.

The inhabitants looked like Navahos except that their noses were flatter, almost bridgeless, and they had folds of skin over the inner corners of the eyes. These folds gave them a slant-eyed look. Moreover, when several got close enough for him to hear, they spoke a harsh sing song tongue no more like Nayaho than Navaho was like Mek or Ingklich.

Benoni knew that the buried metal cone must contain many people. The narrow log enclosure by its side would not hold them if they stood on each other's heads. Soon, the men, women, and children moved out to work the fall crops and became so numerous that he had to leave the vicinity.

He went eastward but not without puzzling for a long time over the weird metal building and its weird inhabitants.

Two months later, he had put the plains behind him and was deep into a heavily forested land of rolling hills with many water-filled washes and rivers that was noisy and bright with birds he had never seen before. He passed the ruins of a farmhouse that had only recently been burned, for the ashes were warm. The corpse of a man, two women, and three children lay outside the ruins. Benoni knew that he was in a country of different customs, for every body lacked its head.

An hour later, he picked up again the tracks of horses which had led away from the bodies but which he had lost. He told himself that he should go at right angles to the war party. But he was too curious; he could not resist following.

Just before dusk, Benoni saw the light of a fire ahead. He worked his way through the tall grass and brush very slowly. By nightfall, he was behind a tree only twenty yards away from the war party. He gasped, and he began shaking. Never before had he seen men with such black skins, such thick lips, such kinky hair. It was not just that he had not thought of such men. As a child he had heard, and believed, tales of black giants who dwelt far to the east near the Great River. These ate flesh, would eat him if he did not behave as a good child should.

These men were tall but not the twelve-foot giants his mother had told him about. They did look ferocious, however. They wore red and white warpaint and headdresses of long white feathers. They also wore human hands strung on a necklace. One man had a pole mounted with a human skull, and some of the bags on the ground looked just the right size to carry heads.

Benoni watched them for a long time. He crawled closer, unable to resist his curiosity about their speech. This sounded like his, yet not like it. Sometimes, he thought he could identify a word, but he could never be sure. They were laughing and drinking from quart jugs, which he supposed they had taken from the farmhouse. They did not seem to worry at all about pursuit.

The September moon rose, and the black men kept laughing and joking until the jugs were empty. They threw these into the weeds and lay down to sleep. One youth was appointed guard; he stationed himself with spear and short sword a few yards outside the range of the fire, which had died down.

Benoni waited for an hour, then he made his way towards the sentinel. Easily, he crept up behind the nodding youth and chopped against the side of his neck with the edge of his palm. He caught the youth as he fell and eased him to the ground. Then, using the fellow's shorts, he gagged him. Using his belt, he tied his hands behind him. A few minutes later, he silently saddled two horses. After he had hoisted the youth belly-down onto one of the animals, he cut the hobbles around the other. Two whinnied and shied away, and he froze, waiting for the sleeping blacks to awake. They slept the sleep of the half drunk.

When he was mounted, he shouted, screamed, and rode among the other horses to spook them. Then, he urged his animal out into the forest while he held the reins of the horse on which the unconscious youth sagged.

He rode as swiftly as he dared in the night while behind him shouts arose. After an hour, he settled for a canter; another hour, for a walk. Morning saw them far away from the scene of the thievery.

By then, the black youth was awake. Benoni took him off his horse, hobbled the animals, and removed the gag from his captive. It took some time to convince the youth that Benoni did not intend to kill him. After he had calmed him through signs, Benoni started the task of learning the stranger's language. He interrupted the lessons twice to feed the youth. After eating, the youth seemed to be less reticent.

Benoni speeded up his learning when he found that part of the strangeness of the youth's speech came from a vowel shift. Also, that Zhem's tongue had unvoiced all word-final voiced phonemes. Where Benoni said dog, Zhem said dahk. For stown (stone), Zhem said stahn, and for leyt (late), liyt (as in seat). Kauo (cow) he pronounced ku. Thin, in Benoni's tongue, was tin. There were other differences. Some words were unknown to Benoni; he could not find any in his vocabulary to match Zhem's.

The following morning, Benoni tied Zhem's hands in front of him and allowed him to take the reins of his horse. He warned Zhem that if he tried to escape, he would be shot. They rode slowly, while Benoni practiced talking to the black youth. That night, he told Zhem why he had kidnapped him instead of killing him.

"I need someone who can tell me about this country," he said. "And especially about the Great River."

"The Great River?" said Zhem. "You mean the Mzibi? Or, as the Kaywo say, the Siy?"

"I don't know what it's called. But it's supposed to be the biggest in the world. Some say it circles the edge of the world. That if you go to its other side, you fall off."

Zhem laughed and then said, "Ee de bikmo ribe iy de weh. It's the biggest river in the world, yes. But there's land on the other side. Tell me, white man. If I answer your questions, what you going to do with, me?"

"I'll let you go. Without a horse, of course. I don't want you tracking me down and killing me."

"You're not going to take my head home to show your folks, your woman?"

Benoni smiled and said, "No. I had thought of taking your scalp. It'd bring me much honor in Fiiniks because they've never seen one like that. But you're not a Navaho; I've no reason to kill you. Maybe you'll give me a reason."

Zhem frowned and looked sad. "No," he said, "if I did bring your head back with rne, it wouldn't do any good. I'm in disgrace because you captured me. No Mngumwa can never go home again if he is cowardly enough to be taken prisoner. When Mngumwa goes into battle, he either dies or wins the victory."

"You mean your people won't take you back? Why? It wasn't your fault!"

Zhem shook his head and said, hollowly. "It makes no difference. If I tried to rejoin our war party or go home, I'd be stoned to death. They wouldn't even dishonor their steel with my blood."

"Perhaps you'd be better off dead," said Benoni. "A man with no home is no man. And then your scalp . . . it's so woolley."

"I don't want to die!" said Zhem. "Not as a captive, anyway with my hands tied. It'd be different in battle. And I feel sad because I'll never see my mother's face again, never make love to my wife again. But I want to live."

"You might be a help to me," said Benoni. "I don't know the land. But why should I trust you?"

"You shouldn't," said Zhem. "I wouldn't trust you either. But if we became blood-brothers . . ."

Benoni asked what blood-brothers meant, and Zhem explained. Benoni considered. He looked steadily at Zhem for a long time. Zhem fidgeted, frowned, smiled. Finally, Benoni said, "Very well. I don't like the idea that I have to fight for you no matter what you do. I don't know you. Maybe you'll do things I won't feel like defending you for . . ."

"You'll be my older blood-brother," said Zhem. "I will obey you in all things, unless you do something dishonorable."

"O.K." said Benoni. And he put out his arm for Zhem to cut and to apply his own wound to it so their blood was red. He had thought it would be black, indeed, this thought had held him back from accepting Zhem's offer. He had not liked the idea that he might become half-black.

But, now that he thought about it, Navahos were very dark, sometimes, and their blood was as red as his.

Zhem chanted some words so fast that Benoni could only understand several. Then, they applied clay to the cuts. And Benoni untied Zhem's bonds. Until they were made blood-brothers, he had not trusted Zhem. He had watched him while he cut his, Benoni's, arm for fear the youth would try to stab him. A hint of a wrong move would have sent Benoni's knife plunging into the black skin. Zhem must have known this, for he had moved very slowly.

They mounted and rode on. Zhem explained that they were two days' horse-travel from the Msibi. This country belonged to the Ekunsah, a white nation. To the northeast lay the great nation of Kaywo. Its capital city, Kaywo, was at the meeting place of the Msibi and Jo rivers. Or, as they were called in the Kaywo tongue, Siy and Hmjo. The Kaywo were a mighty nation, they had huge houses and temples, roads of smooth stone, and a great navy and army. They had just won a ten-year war with Senglwi; they had slaughtered the citizens of that city. And now they were turning their attention to the great city of Skego. Skego, once a small town on the shores of the Miys Sea, had become big, too, and was extending its empire southwards, towards Kaywo.

"I would like to see this great city," said Benoni, wondering if it were half as large as Fiiniks. "Can we go there without their killing us on sight or enslaving us?"

"I've been thinking that we could go there and enlist in the Foreign Legion," said Zhem. "If we fight for Kaywo, we get much booty. Women, too. If a man serves five years in the Legion, he is made a citizen of Kaywo. That would be worth fighting for. A man would have a home again."

"I would not mind going there if we would be allowed to leave again," said Benoni. "But, I must get back to my home sometime."

"You could always desert," said Zhem. "But you will not be allowed to enter the country as a free man unless you join the Foreign Legion."

Two days later, they reined their horses back upon the top of a high hill. Below was the Msibi, or Siy, the Great River. Benoni stared at it for a long time. He had never seen so much water before. It must be at least two miles, maybe more, wide. He shivered. It was like a giant snake, a snake of water. And that much water had to be dangerous.

"It's worth walking across half the world to see this," said Benoni. "Debra will never believe it when I tell her of it."

"De po e de wote," said Zhem. "The Father of the Waters. Do you want to ride towards Kaywo, elder brother?"

"Kaywo it is," said Benoni. "I can't wait."

They rode northwards along the shore of the great river. After half a day, they came to a rough dirt road and followed it. They went around a small stockaded village. Zhem said they could skirt a certain number. However, according to what he understood, the villages and farms became very numerous. They would encounter an army fort. Then, what happened would be in the hands of The Great Black God.

Benoni was a little jolted to hear this. He had always thought of Jehovah as being white. But, now he thought about it he had never seen Jehovah. Nor did he know anyone who had seen Him. So, how did he know what He looked like?

Benoni and Zhem had crossed the Kaywo border at a point above the frontier forts. According to Zhem, there were forts along every major road in the empire. It was inevitable that soldiers would find them. So, it would be best to present themselves at the first fort they came to. After a half day's riding, they found their chance. They came to a little valley the entrance of which was walled with boulders cemented to a height of twenty feet. Two guards challenged their right to go through the big iron gateway. Zhem, speaking Kaywo hesitantly, asked to see the officer of the guard. Two other soldiers were called. These conducted the strangers through the gateway. Outside a large stone building, Benoni and Zhem dismounted. They were led into the building, through several rooms, and finally faced the commandant of the fort.

The captain was a big dark man with a snub nose, thick lips, and curly hair that hung down the back of his neck. He wore a shiny silver-embossed steel helmet topped by a scarlet roach of dyed horsehair, a cuirass molded to fit his torso, a green kilt, and yellow leggings. He asked them what they wanted. Benoni could understand a word here and there, but the main sense was lost to him. Zhem translated for him.

Zhem replied that he was from the kingdom of Mngumwa. His blood-brother came from a place nobody had ever heard of. It was called Fiiniks, and it lay in the middle of a burning desert a thousand miles or more to the southwest.

The captain, Viyya, looked at Benoni with interest. He rose from his desk and walked staring around Benoni. Then he laughed and said something to Zhem.

"He says he's never seen anybody with skin like iron on the soles of his feet," said Zhem. "He says your name should not be Rider, for he sees no callouses on your buttocks. It should be Ironfoot."

"So you two want to join the Foreign Legion and fight for the glory of Kaywo and the Pwez Lezpet?" he said. "What crimes have you committed that you had to flee your native countries?"

Zhem told him the story of his capture by Benoni, though he neglected to mention that his war party had murdered a farmer and his family. He explained also the reasons for Benoni's presence here.

"A strange tale," said the captain. "A suspicious tale. If it were not for his ironshod feet, I might doubt it. However, we'll see. You two will be conducted to the capital where the Usspika might be interested in your story. He had ordered that anybody from the unknown lands be taken to him. I do not know why, nor am I supposed to know."

He then gave orders for the two to surrender their arms. Tomorrow, they would start their journey, under escort, to the capital. There, they could begin their training as rookies in the Foreign Legion. If they could qualify as worthy fighting men, they would be sworn. If they did not, they would be sold as slaves. If they misbehaved, their heads might be cut off and placed on poles.

Benoni did not understand the full meaning of the last remark. Next day, after he was put into a cage on a wagon, and the wagon drove along the smooth highway with its great slabs of stone, he understood. On both sides of the road, spaced every twenty feet, were ten-foot high wooden poles. A human head, in varying stages of rottenness, or a skull, topped every pole. Ravens flew around them or sat on the pates and picked off shreds of flesh. Along every one of the hundred miles to the capital, the skulls grinned and the heads stared emptily. Most of the heads were those of black men.

"The Fifth Army brought back thousands of captives when it defeated the invading barbarians of Juju," said one of the prisoners sitting beside Benoni. "Many were sold, but over half were beheaded. We couldn't afford to have so many savages working for us. If they revolted, they might cause us much trouble. We remember the slave revolt of six years ago."

The prisoner added, proudly, "Kaywo is mighty indeed, wild-men. While the First, Second and Fourth Armies stormed Senglwi, the Fifth defeated the Juju in the south. And the Third hunted down and destroyed the Hayo River pirates."

Fascinated and awed, Benoni watched the display of the might of Kaywo for a long while. Then, as the wagon rolled on, he began to notice the countryscape. The farms were becoming more numerous and closer together. The structure of the farmhouses and the barns remained fundamentally the same: very steep double roofs, no windows on the first story, narrow windows on the second story, a three or four-story narrow round stone tower, built for lookout purposes, near to every house. And, in every front yard, a twenty-foot high wooden totem pole on which were carved animal and human faces. Every pole was topped by the double-headed wolf, the patron beast of Kaywo.

He began to see more villages. These were always surrounded by high stone or wooden walls with many watch-towers. Every now and then he saw a small fort of stone on top of a hill; these, he was to find out, belonged to the kefl'wiy, the aristocrats. The kefl'wiy and their families and soldiers and their families lived in these.

The road followed the contour of the Great River, called Siy by the Kaywo. There were hundreds of boats, some military, most commercial, on the Siy. A few were sailing craft, but the majority were propelled by oars pulled by men.

Benoni talked, as well as he could, to the other occupants of the wagon. These were criminals going to the courts of the capital, where they would either be sentenced to serve in the galleys or mines or would be placed in a special work-battalion in the army.

By the time they reached the capital city, Benoni could speak Kaywo with fifty per cent efficiency, as long as the conversation stayed on a simple level.

On the evening of the fourth day, the wagon rolled through the famous Gate of Lions. Benoni stared at the towering limestone block statues of bearded lions guarding the gates, which were a hundred feet high.

"Dhu wya," he said to the man who sat next to him. "Those lions. Are they just figures of imagination? Or do lions with beards really exist?"

"Zhe," said the man. "Yes. I have seen them. They are like the lions of the great plains to the west except that they are smaller and have short dark-red beards, both male and female. There are some in the woods to the north, between Kaywo and Skego. But there are many in the forests of the east."

Benoni continued to look wide-eyed at the broad streets, the buildings reaching as high as six stories, the crowds he had never seen in such numbers even during the Truce Market in Fiiniks.

The wagon went down the two-hundred yard wide Avenue of Victory and entered the Circle of the Wolf. This lay in the heart of the city; in the middle of the Circle was a thirty-foot high pedestal topped by four granite statues. These represented the legendary founders of Kaywo: the giant man Rafa and his mate, the double-headed timber wolf Biycha, and their twin sons, Kay and Wo. According to the

Kaywo religion, the she-wolf had given birth to a two-headed infant. After Kaywo had reached manhood, he fought the arch-enemy of mankind, Lu, the giant cannibal from the Northern Seas. Lu had split Kaywo with his sword and left him for dead. But their mother Biycha, had restored them to life. Now two individuals, they fought Lu again and killed him and buried him on the very spot where the statue was. Then they built the city of Kaywo, prophesying before they died that Kaywo, though small then, would some day grow big enough to rule the world.

Around the Circle of the Wolf were the Pwez Paleh (the President's Palace), the Temple of the First (a colossal flat-topped pyramid), and many governmental buildings. A mile past the Circle, the wagon stopped at the entrance to the Kaywo Legions. Here, Benoni and Zhem were taken into a barracks. They were put in the care of a tough sergeant charged with shaping the "wild-men" into disciplined soldiers.

Benoni had expected to be called before the usspika (the Speaker of the House of KefYwiy) at once. But weeks went past, and he was busy from sunrise to sunset with drill, arms instruction, indoctrination, parade, weapons-cleaning and sharpening. There was, however, no kitchen duty. Slaves performed that menial task.

The days were getting shorter, and the nights were colder. Benoni asked Zhem about the winters. He knew what intense cold and high snows meant. As part of the toughening every Fiiniks youth went through, he had spent several winters in the mountains to the far northwest of Fiiniks. But he had not liked it, and the prospect of being sent off to garrison duty in some remote snowbound forest made him wonder if he should not desert now. How could he serve Fiiniks by doing such duty?

Zhem replied that, when he was a very little boy, he had been told by his grandfather that winter had once been very cold and snowy. But they had been getting warmer for a long time now. If the increasingly temperate weather kept on getting more temperate, a man would not be able to tell when summer left off and winter began.

Oh, Benoni would see some snow, and he would freeze his buttocks off at night on maneuvers. But it was not too bad.

A few weeks after this conversation, the recruits were given a weekend pass. Before they were released from the walls surrounding the Legion Grounds, their sergeant, Giyfa, told them exactly what they could and could not do. Specific about their limitations, Giyfa was even more detailed about what would happen to them if they strayed outside the proper area and behavior of a rookie wild-man on leave. Punishment, varying according to the degree of offense, ranged from a light flogging of ten strokes of the lash to beheading. However, it was better to lose one's head than be roasted slowly over a fire. And so on.

Giyfa advised that, if they had to find a release for their cooped-up spirits, they should not stray outside the Funah section of the riverfront. This area, inhabited mainly by the very poor, sailors, resident foreign merchants, traders, and ex-slaves, was more tolerant of wild-men's actions. Moreover, a crime committed there was not as grave as one elsewhere. Provided, of course, that no Kaywo citizen of reasonable wealth or standing was offended or injured.

"You think Giyfa meant all that?" said Benoni to Zhem as they left the barracks.

"I hope we never find out," replied Zhem. "You know what a mean man he is with a whip. He could take every inch of your skin off with ten strokes."

Benoni looked at the pay in hand. Twenty new hexagonal steel coins. Stamped on one side with the eagle profile of the late Pwez of Kaywo and on the other with the two-headed wolf and the rayed eye of Kaywo's god, the First. "We can't do much with this," Benoni said.

"When we run out, we can always take some from a drunk," said Zhem. "Catch him in some dark alley."

Benoni said, "Be thieves?"

"You don't mind robbing an enemy, do your"*

"But we are guests," said Benoni. "In a way, that is. You don't rob your hosts."

"We are prisoners," replied Zhem. "It's true we're willing prisoners; how else could we visit Kaywo? If we had told the border guards we just wanted to see Kaywo, we would have been arrested. No, we may be serving this country, but this country is the enemy of my people and yours. Don't you ever forget it. When Kaywo has conquered Skego, Kaywo will look to the south for new conquests. And when the south is laid low, Kaywo will conquer your desert country, if she thinks it worthwhile."

"What you say is undoubtedly true. But as long as I take Kaywo's pay, I serve her," said Benoni. "And that means that I will not be a thief."

Zhem shrugged and said, "You have some peculiar ideas, Ironfoot. But you are my elder blood-brother. And if you say that we do not rob, then we do not rob. But that means we do not have much fun."

"What is your idea of fun?"

"The beer of my people is good," said Zhem. "But I understand that the beer of Kaywo is even better. And they have something called vey, made from grapes, that is sweet and makes your head spin. And they also have, so I've heard a much stronger drink called vhiyshiy. Half a bottle of that, and a man thinks he is a god."

"I have never tasted any of those," said Benoni. "We do have a drink called kiyluh. The Mek call it takil. And we have another, puk. But these are drunk only during religious ceremonies and then only by men. I am forbidden to touch any such stuff until I have returned to Fiiniks with a scalp at my belt."

"You said something about beer once."

"We get that from the Mek during Truce Market," said Benoni. "But I have noticed that men who drink beer get short-winded and fat-bellied. That isn't for me."

Zhem threw his hands up in the air and rolled his eyes.

"Gehsuk! Then there is nothing left for you but womenl

Not that that is bad, but you don't have enough money to buy more than one women for one hour—if that!"

Benoni turned red, and he said, "When I was confirmed, I swore an oath of chastity to Jehovah. I would not think of betraying my god."

Zhem goggled at Benoni as if he were a monster. "But, but, your god is a long distance off!"

"He can see everything," replied Benoni. "And even if he could not, I have given my oath."

Zhem burst into loud laughter and slapped his thigh again and again. After he had controlled himself, he said, "You mean every youth in your country remains a virgin until he takes a wife? Every one?"

"There are some who break their oath with a slave-girl," said Benoni, thinking of some stories he had heard about Joel and others. "But if they're caught, they're whipped. And they must take wives from among the freed slaves, for honorable fathers would never allow their daughters to many such men. And . . ."

"Tell me no more, blood-brother," said Zhem "You frighten me. Your people must be inhuman! To ask hot-blooded youths to deny their natures!"

"It is what our god asked of us," said Benoni stiffly.

"Your souls must be as hard as the soles of your feet," said Zhem, and he laughed again. "Well, never mind, let's go to the Funah. But you must not ask me to obey the strange laws of your strange god. Or," he said anxiously, "would I dishonor my blood-brother by following the ways of my people?"

"When you mingled your blood with mine, you swore only to fight for me, as I swore to fight for you," said Benoni. "You may do what you wish. After all, I wouldn't ask you not to eat a certain food because I am forbidden to."

They were silent for a while after, too intent on watching the buildings and the people in the streets. By noon, they had walked to the Funah district. Here they found the variety of dress and speech even more exotic than in the citizen's sectio of town. Witliin the space of a block, they heard three languages, not a word of which they recognized; saw men wearing high-piled turbans, masks over the eyes, and long beards; saw others wearing helmets with bull horns and clothed in skins; saw women with rings in their noses, and one man whose face was covered with blue, green, and red tattoos.

"Kaywo sits at the meeting of two great rivers," said Zhem. "The Father of the Waters, which runs from the north to the south and cuts the world in half. And the Hayo, which runs from the east to the west and cuts the world in half until it joins the Msibi. Far to the east are two great nations: the Iykwa and the Jinya. These are too far away for the Kaywo to make war against. That is, as of now they are. But they use the Hayo to send their trade goods to this nation. And even the Skego, who are at war with Kaywo, use the L'wan River and the Msibi to trade with Kaywo. The Skego dominate the Miys Sea, and the other Northern Seas are ruled by the Skanava."

Zhem pointed at a tall, broad-shouldered man with a long red beard and a bullhorn-helmet.

"A Skanava. They say his people came over the great river far to the east about two hundred years ago and overran the Kanuk in the North. They speak a tongue such as you never heard before. Some say the river they crossed is even wider than the Msibi, but that I do not believe. Everyone knows that the Msibi is the Father of the Waters and that all other rivers are his little children."

Near the riverfront, the two saw a building with a sign hanging over the door. On the board was a crudely painted image of a creature half-cock and half-bull.

"Any time you see that kabuh," said Zhem, "you know you're standing in front of a tavern. Let's go."

Benoni, feeling very self-conscious, and also somewhat guilty, followed Zhem into the tavern. He went down a flight of six steps and found himself in a low-beamed room about fifty by seventy feet wide. Coming in from the bright sunlight, he could not, at first, see very well. The room had only two small windows, and, though several lamps burned on a table in the middle of the room, the light was overcome by the thick clouds of tobacco smoke.

Benoni sniffed these and the strong odor of beer and liquor, and he said, "This place stinks."

"Smells good to me," said Zhem. He went to the bar and placed one of his coins on the counter and bought five cigars. Then, he .spent another coin to buy a stone mug filled with dark beer.

Benoni turned down the cigar offered by Zhem. Zhem shrugged and lifted the heavy mug and drank. And drank. His Adam's apple rose and fell, rose and fell. Not until the huge mug was half emptied did he lower it to the bar. And he belched loudly.

"At that rate, you'll spend all your money before the sun quarters the west," said Benoni.

"Can't be helped. I built a giant thirst while we were in the barracks. Let's sit down. Get waited on by one of these pretty girls."

Benoni did not think the girls were so pretty. There were too old, could not have been one under twenty-six, and their big flabby breasts and bulging stomachs told of too many tipped mugs. He felt a pang, then, thinking of the beautiful face, clear eyes, and trim figure of Debra Awvrez.

Zhem, who must have seen Benoni's grimace, said, "Drink some of this. They'll all start looking like queens, then."

Benoni shook his head and wondered if he would have to sit here all day and possibly half the night. He would have no fun doing this. He wanted to get outside, where he could breathe and walk around, see the wonders of this metropolis. Also, find out the weak spots in its defenses, just in case the Eyzonuh ever did storm Kaywo. It was a fantastic idea, he had to admit, but he had seen so many strange things since leaving Fiiniks.

At least, he could eat. He called over a waitress and tried to give her an order. But she asked him if he wanted to go upstairs before ordering anything, and he suddenly was unable to remember the words for the dish he had intended to order.

Zhem, seeing Benoni's red face, laughed and then told the woman they would like to eat.

Benoni felt like walking out. Not only because he was disgusted but also because he felt that Zhem was laughing at him and that, perhaps, Zhem doubted his manhood. But he stayed. If he deserted Zhem, he might be thought a coward.

Within a few minutes, the waitress placed before him a wooden bowl containing steak, fried potatoes, and a salad of lettuce, tomatoes, and onions. Benoni's mouth watered, and he began to cut the thick meat. But he never got the tender juicy piece into his mouth. As he raised it on the end of a two-pronged fork, he heard a voice behind him. A loud voice, speaking Kaywo with a barbarous accent.

"Joell" said Benoni, and he dropped the fork into the bowl.

He rose from the stool, turned, and saw Joel standing at the foot of the steps. Joel was blinking, his eyes unaccustomed as yet to the twilight. He wore the bobcat skin vest and the helmet fashioned to look like a bobcat's head, so that Benoni knew that Joel was a sworn-in soldier of the wild-man Feykhunt (Five Hundred). His scabbard was empty, for nobody was allowed to carry weapons inside the city walls unless he was a soldier on duty or a member of the kefl'wiy. His companions, four wild-men, stood by him, also blinking.

Benoni, growling, unable to articulate, charged Joel. Out of the twilight and the tobacco smoke, he charged, and he caught Joel around the throat with his two hands, and Joel fell backwards against the stone steps.

Joel's face, red above the two hands choking him, twisted, and he gasped out one word, "Benoni!"

He could not have been more surprised if he had seen Jehovah appear.

Benoni lunged forward and rammed the back of Joel's head against the edge of a step, lifted Joel, and smashed his head down again.

Then, Joel's face swam before him, and Benoni felt himself

.slumping down by the side of his enemy. He looked up and saw one of Joel's companions standing over him, a stone mug in his hand. Confused though he was, Benoni knew that the man had struck him on top of his head with the mug .He felt wetness on his head and crawling down his face, but he did not know if it was blood from a cut or beer from the mug. It did not matter; he was too stunned to defend himself. He was done for; the man raised the heavy stone again to crush his skull.

But the man stiffened, and the mug fell from his hand. Two mugs struck the floor, one of them aimed expertly by Zhem nt the back of the man's neck. The man pitched forward, falling on Joel and knocking him backward again. Benoni, beginning to recover his senses, rolled to one side, away from the steps, and closed his hand around the leg of a stool.

At the same moment, Zhem flew into the other three companions. He kicked one between the legs, caught another under the chin with an elbow, and grabbed the third by (he wrist. Turning, he brought the unlucky fellow over his hack and sent him upside down through the air. But a stranger, probably not caring what the quarrel was about or who won, but wanting to get into a brawl, hit Zhem on the jaw with his fist just as Zhem straightened up. Zhem staggered backwards, and the stranger followed, throwing two more punches, one of which went wild.

Before Zhem could reply, a second stranger locked his arm n round the neck of the first and began pummeling his face with his left fist.

That was enough. In a few seconds, every male in the place was fighting.

Benoni got to his feet just as Joel charged him. He brought I he stool down on Joel's back. But Joel had caught Benoni in the stomach with his shoulder, lifted him up in the air, and carried him backwards until he rammed him into the wall.

The breath went out of Benoni; he felt as if his entrails had been squeezed out of his mouth. Then, he was falling, for Joel had not only smashed

Benoni into the wall but had dealt his own head a hard blow against it.

Joel got up first, and his huge frame loomed over Benoni. He drew his sandalled foot back to kick Benoni in the ribs, and then he fell heavily. Zehm, coming up from behind, had kicked Joel hard in the ankle.

Zhem kicked Joel in the ribs and knocked him down again. A figure soared out of the smoke and carried Zhem face-forward to the floor. Benoni struggled to his feet, picked up another stool, and brought it down on the man on top of Zhem. The man quit trying to bend Zhem's neck backward until it would break, and he crumpled.

Benoni whirled to face Joel, saw Joel had removed his belt and was holding it by one end and preparing to use it like a whip. The buckle on the other end, probably sharpened for just such an occasion as this, would slash like a knife if it caught Benoni.

Benoni loosened the strap around his chin, took his steel helmet in hand. As he saw Joel flick the buckle-end of the belt back before lashing it out at him, he hurled the helmet at Joel's face. The helmet struck Joel a glancing blow on top of his head, for Joel had ducked. Benoni was on him, inside the reach of the belt, before Joel could recover. He struck at the face, felt his fist hit the big jaw, and then was enfolded inside Joel's arms. His arms were pinned to his sides in the bear hug.

"I'll break your back, you sidewinderl" said Joel. "How the hell did you ever get here?"

"I'd find you in hell!" said Benoni.

"So now what're you going to do with me?"

And Joel began squeezing.

There was nothing Benoni could do except try to bring his knee up, and Joel was too good an infighter to allow that. Benoni did begin to hammer the top of his head against Joel's chin, but he was so close to knocking himself out that he quit. Then he began tearing at Joel's neck with his teeth, and he ripped the skin and tasted the blood on his mouth. But the breath was being forced from him, and his ribs felt as if they would collapse. His senses dimmed. If he did not do something at once, he would die in Joel's arms. And those arms were the last he wanted to die in.

Then, the arms fell away from him, and Joel was backing up to the wall, a swordpoint against his belly driving him.

Benoni turned and saw that the tavern was filled with armed soldiers. These wore stuffed hawks on top of their helmets. The civilian police.

Benoni was herded with the other brawlers outside the tavern and allowed to collapse against the wall while the police waited for the wagon that would bear the culprits to prison. By the time the wagon arrived, he was feeling well enough to stand and ask Zhem if he were all right. Zhem's woolly scalp was bloody, but he laughed and said that this fight was better than the tankards of beer and a woman.

Benoni got into the big cage on top of the wagon and sat down. Joel was the last to climb aboard. He made a lunge for Benoni as soon as the cage door was shut. Benoni leaned back, kicked out with his feet, and his steelhard soles caught Joel's jaw and drove him backward. Joel fell heavily to the floor and lay there, unconscious and breathing hard. He did not come back to consciousness until shortly before the wagon halted in front of the prison-tower. He glared at Benoni but did not offer to attack again.

One by one, the prisoners were taken out of the wagon, shackled by the wrists to each other, and led into an office. There they were identified, searched for weapons, relieved of their money, and led off to individual cells.

"Good thing we're military," whispered Zhem to Benoni just before they went behind the bars. "If we were civilians, we'd all be put into a den. And a man's lucky if he comes out of one of those alive. The professional criminals who're locked up beat you up, maybe kill you, just because they don't like non-professionals. They gang up on you or wait until you fall asleep."

Benoni was hungry, but he almost failed to eat when he saw the bowl of mush that was to be both his supper and breakfast. There was a blue mold over it, and he suspected there might be worms within. He ate anyway, knowing that he needed something to give him strength for whatever tomorrow might bring.

At dawn, he was awakened by a club scraped against the bars of his cell. He had time to eat the little left over from supper then was taken with the rest (six who had not fled out the back way of the tavern) before the judge.

The judge was a big white-haired man with a face like a lion's. He wore a scarlet robe and a green three-cornered hat, and he held in one hand a baton topped by two wolves' heads. He sat behind a big desk on top of a platform; two spearmen stood at attention beside the desk.

None of the prisoners were allowed to plead guilty or innocent. A policeman read out the charges; the judge asked the captain of the squad that had made the arrests to identify the guilty.

"According to the laws of Kaywo, you soldiers are under my jurisdiction if you commit crimes while off duty," the judge said. "There is no doubt you are guilty of drunken and disorderly conduct and of damaging the property of a private citizen.. Now if you cannot pay for the damages, which amount to six hundred owf, and the fines, which amount to six hundred owf, twelve hundred owf in all, then you will suffer the full penalty of the law.

"The full penalty is a flogging of thirty lashes, and losing your status as free men. You will be sold as slaves to pay for damages. And for every owf that is lacking from the sale, each of you will spend one year as a slave. Of course, after the flogging, you must be turned over to the military to be officially discharged and suffer any punishments they have for you before being sold as slaves."

The six looked at each other helplessly. Their money had been taken before they were led to the cells. The amount had been written down, and the sergeant-of-the-day had told them they would get it back—minus the amount needed to house and feed them—after they were released.

Benoni started to open his mouth to protest that his money had not been returned, but he closed it when Zhem rammed his elbow into his side. Benoni, startled, looked at Zhem. Zhem put his finger to his lips and shook his head to indicate silence.

"Captain," said the judge, "are these men penniless?"

"There isn't a coin among the six," said the captain.

"So? Then I find you guilty as charged."

And the judge banged the end of his baton on his desk.

Benoni, furious at the injustice but knowing that Zhem must have his reasons for warning him, ground his teeth together. He marched behind the others out of the courtroom and back to his cell. On the way, he whispered to Zhem, "What about the money they took from us?"

"Wouldn't have been enough, anyway. And the captain would have denied taking any from us. He'll split it with his men, maybe with the judge, though I doubt that. The judge is kefl'wiy, and they think it a dishonor to steal. But he's just as guilty as the police; he supports the system. I was trying to tell you not to open your mouth, because the captain would have knocked your teeth down your throat for contempt of court. And the judge would have doubled the lash-strokes. You aren't allowed to speak unless requested to do so."

"When will we be lashed?" said Benoni.

"If we weren't military, we'd be getting it now," replied Zhem. "But the civilians, no matter how high and mighty the judge talked, can't do a thing to us until our case has been reviewed by our officers. We may get off with a few lashes, or we might end up on the block. Depends on how badly they need soldiers. I'd say that, with the Skego war getting hotter every day, we're needed."

Benoni had time to think about the Skego war, for he spent the next two days in the cell. He knew that, though the two nations had never officially declared war, fighting on a small scale took place every day in the forests to the north. Skego feared Kaywo now that Kaywo had devastated Senglwi. Skego wanted to fight before Kaywo recovered from her losses in the taking of that city. Trade between the two was being carried out as before the Senglwi war. That is, it was on the Siy and L'wan rivers. But the overland caravans no longer conducted business; too many from both cities had been robbed and the merchants and beasts of burden abducted. No official complaints were made; both sides seemed to accept the explanation that wild men or bandits were responsible. But each knew what the other was doing.

Perhaps, because Kaywo needed every sword she could get, Kaywo would give the six a suspended sentence. Or a few lashes.

Benoni nourished that hope, but it died the dawn of the third day when he was marched out with the rest into the open courtyard and saw the lashman waiting for him.

"We've had it," said Zhem. "See that officer?"

He pointed at a captain of a Feykhunt sitting on his mount near the whipping post. "He's here to see that we get just what the civilian court ordered and no more. Then off we go to the barracks to get it from the military."

Benoni watched while the first of the six was stripped of his bobcat skin shirt and shackled to the post. He winced with each crack of the whip and wished that he had been first. Then, he would have been so concerned with his own pain that he would not have to suffer while the others were being lashed.

Two others followed. One of them, a burly yellow-haired Skanava, walked away from the post; the others had to be dragged away by their heels. Benoni, as next in line, waited.

But the officer on horseback spoke, and the three: Joel, Zhem, and Benoni, were marched out of the courtyard and into a cage on a wagon.

"What happened?" said Benoni sofdy to Zhem.

Zhem shrugged and muttered, "Don't know. Maybe something good. Maybe something worse than the lash."

Benoni had expected to be taken to the barracks. But the wagon stopped before the Pwez Palace, and the three were ordered to get out of the cage. The captain dismounted, and, as two guards with short spears kept the prisoners in order, he led them into a side door of the great building. Here, they waited a while in an office. Benoni still did not know what to expect. The captain merely announced that he had brought the three wild-men as ordered. After a half an hour, an officer, splendidly uniformed, appeared and relieved the captain of his charge. The shackles were taken off the three. Two palace guards replaced the Feykhunt, and the officer led the three through many rooms and up two flights of steps. He paused before a door, outside of which stood four fully armed soldiers, and announced that he had brought the prisoners. One of the soldiers went inside the door and reappeared a few minutes later.

"You wild-men behave," he said. "The Usspika and the Pwez herself are going to speak to you. Don't forget to bow as soon as they notice you. And don't speak unless it's clear that one of them expects you to do so. Too bad we didn't have time to wash the prison dirt and stink from you before bringing you in, but we didn't. No help for it. Now, follow me, and try not to disgrace yourself."

Benoni did not feel awed or ashamed; he was burning from the injustice of the judge. Moreover, though impressed by Kaywo's superiority over Fiiniks in population, area of sovereignty, and military might, he still felt that one man from anywhere in the Eyzonuh desert was equal to three men elsewhere. Besides, what kind of people could these be that allowed a woman to rule over them? They might be great warriors, but they must have an effeminate streak in them.

He was led into a room which was twice as big as any room in Fiiniks, twice as large as the council-cave hollowed out of rock in Kelmbek Mountain. There were only four persons in the huge chamber besides the officer and the three wild-men. Two were spearmen who stood at attention, each at the end of a desk curved like a quarter-moon. The desk was made of some dark, red close-grained polished wood Benoni did not recognize. Two people sat behind it. On a chair set at floor level was a small white-haired and very wrinkled old man with a face like a fox's.

On another chair, raised by a platform several inches above the other chair, sat a woman. A young woman. Very beautiful. Dark-skinned, dark-haired, and blue-eyed-

The officer leading the three halted six paces before the desk and saluted by bringing a clenched fist to his chest.

"Captain Liy, Pwez! Reporting with three wild-men as ordered!"

"You may go, captain," said the Usspika in a voice surprisingly deep for the thin neck and narrow chest.

The captain saluted again and spun smartly and marched out. Benoni wondered why the old man and the young woman would allow themselves the danger of being closeted with three wild-men and only two soldiers. It was true that the soldiers were heavily armed and the three wild-men were weaponless. But the three, if they wanted to sacrifice one of their number, could get to the Pwez.

Benoni looked around him and saw that, high up along the walls,- were many narrow openings. He did not doubt that behind each one stood an archer with arrow fitted to the string.

He transferred his inspection back to the Pwez, Lezpet. Now, there was a womanl Beautiful, regal. She showed in every motion, in every aspect of her bearing, that she came from a long line of men and women accustomed to wealth, power, and schooling in how to conduct one's self. She wore her long hair piled in a Psyche knot and bound with a silver band. A golden chain set with diamonds hung around her long slim neck; her curving body was tightly clothed from the neck down in some light blue and shiny cloth. The chair she leaned against was covered with jaguar fur. Benoni, seeing this, knew that Kaywo's trade extended far to the south or else some wandering merchant had brought the specimen to Kaywo. From conversations he had had with his barrack's mates, he knew that the jaguar was not native to this area.

Lezpet, unsmiling, returned his frank stare steadily.

The Usspika, Jiwi Mohso, took some papers from the top of his desk. He glanced through them and said, "I have been aware for some time that you three were in Kaywo. I had intended to bring you in to get some information. But, to be frank, I had forgotten you. Until these papers, asking me to authorize your punishment, came to my attention yesterday."

The old man leaned back, looked long and hard at them, and then said, "We are interested in your story because it may have some bearing on the welfare of Kaywo. If that is true, we may want to place you under an obligation. A strange—to you—obligation."

There was a silence, for all three wild-men remembered the captain's warning not to say anything unless definitely requested to do so.

The Pwez smiled slightly, lifted her hand, and pointed a finger at Joel Vahndert.

"You," she said in a husky voice, "the largest. You speak first. Tell your story. But don't be longwinded. Where do you come from? Why did you come here? What are your people like? What kind of land were you born in? What do you plan to do in the future?"

Joel, speaking Kaywo fluently but with a wretched accent, told his story. He told of being born at the foot of Kemlbek Mountain in the midst of the Eyzonuh desert, of growing to young manhood with the sawaro, the jackrabbit, the coyote, the rattler, the sharp rocks, and burning sun molding him and his playmates. He told of raids made on outlying farms of Fiiniks by the Mek from the south and the Navaho from the north and of the raids his elders made against the Mek and the Navaho. He told of the earthquakes, the lava bursting loose from the bowels of the earth through the throats of volcanoes long thought dead and of the birth of volcanoes from flat plains. He told of the custom of sending each Fiiniks youth out to prove his manhood by bringing back a scalp.

And he told of finding Benoni captured by a group of Navahos, of killing the Navahos, freeing Benoni. Only to have Benoni treacherously stab him and leave him for dead.

Benoni's eyes grew round, and his face flamed.

"That is a Iiel" he roared. "He is telling just the opposite of what happened! It was I who freed him, and it was he who left me to die, and . . ."

"Silence!" the Usspika shouted. "Were you not warned to speak only when spoken to!"

"But he lies!" shouted Benoni. "Why do you think I tracked him so far? Why do you think he fled so far? This is the first time any Eyzonuh have ever gone so far on the warpathl"

"One more word, and I will have you cut down!" said the Usspika. "One more wordl"

Benoni strangled on the hot words that tried to escape, but he knew death when he saw it. The old man was ready to raise his arm, to signal to the archers behind the windows high up on the walls.

"That is much better," said the Usspika. "I can see you need more discipline. However, we do not expect as much from a non-citizen as we do from those born of Kaywo. You are forgiven, provided you do not repeat the offense."

The Usspika told Joel to continue his story from the point at which it had been interrupted. Joel told of having waylain some Navahos, taking their scalps, and continuing eastwards. Apparently, he had had the same misgivings as Benoni. Though he went to the edge of the desert east of the Navaho land, he was not sure that he would continue. Then, he said, he had decided that he wanted to see the world and, at the same time, do a great service for his people.

So, he had crossed the great desert, and the great plains. Finally, after many adventures, he had come to Kaywo. On the border, he had fallen in with several merchants. He discovered that he could not enter Kaywo unless he was a merchant with documentary proof of his origin and trade or else would join the Foreign Legion. So, he had become a mercenary. On a weekend pass, he had entered the tavern and been attacked without warning by the man who had tried to kill him.

There was silence for a moment after the story. The Pwez and the Usspika stared at Benoni so long and so hard that he wondered if he were already judged.

Finally, Jiwi Mohso, the Usspika, said "What have you to say for youself, Rider?" He pronounced Rider as Wadah.

Benoni said, "My countryman's story is true . . . up to a point. But it was I who freed him from the Navaho war party, and it was he who left me to die. I did not die, as you can see, but regained my strength and went on into Navaho country. Not so much to get a Navaho scalp as to get his. And . . ."

"Tell me, Fiiniks boy," said the Pwez, Lezpet. "Is it not true what Vahndert said? That a youth on the warpath may do whatever he wishes, even to killing another Fiiniks youth? That he will not be held responsible? That, if he had slain you or you him, it would not be murder but lawful?"

"That is true, Excellency," said Benoni. "And we have been enemies for a long time. But I could not stand by and see a Fiiniks killed by a Navaho. I saved him, yet he repaid me by leaving me to die. I could not forgive that. That was not the deed of a warrior; that was the deed of a mad coyote."

"And so you crossed the desert and the plains to kill him?" said the Pwez. "Barefoot and alone. Your hate must have been great. Was it not so?"

"It was so. But I had also been asked to find the Great River. I do not think I would have come looking for it if I had not wanted so much to kill Joel Vahndert. On the other hand, if I had not thought of the need of our people to find a new land, and, I must admit, the glory that would come to me if I did find the Great River, I would not have tried to track down the treacherous coyote."

Lezpet laughed, and she said, "You are, at least, frank. Well, we do not have all day. We have many other affairs of business to conduct, running the greatest nation in the world is not easy. You have found the Great River. Now, what will you do? When you go back to the Eyzonuh desert—if you go back—you cannot tell your people to leave the Valley of the Sun and come here can you? Your people are not strong enough nor foolish enough to try to dispossess us? They would be swept away as a strong wind sweeps away the chaff of the harvest."

"No, your Excellency," said Benoni. "I could not tell them to come here. But the Great River is a long one, and Kaywo rules only a very small part of it. We could go to the south and settle there. Or we could go to the north."

The woman smiled, and she said, "You could not settle to the north, for the Skego control a good part of that. And the savage tribes of the Wiyzana, and the Mngumwa, and many others live along the Siy south of our borders."

"We would take it away from them," said Benoni.

"Perhaps. But the day would come when you would have to face the might of the armies of Kaywo. When we have settled with Skego, we shall turn southward. Not soon, but not too much in the future, either. And what then?"

"Though I have been confined," said Benoni, "I have kept my ears open. And I know that Kaywo took Senglwi at great cost and that she conquered the Juju only after losing half the Fifth Army. And that she now faces a much more formidable foe than Senglwi. Skego with her Skanava allies. Who knows if Kaywo will even exist in the near future?"

Lezpet sucked in her breath, and her skin turned pale. The old man, however, smiled.

"You are a brave man, Fiiniks. Or a stupid man. Or both. Or else intelligent enough to know the truth and speak it, trusting to the greatness of the Pwez not to be offended."

"Yes, what you say is true. Kaywo can use help at this time. Not that we would be defeated if we did not get help, for the First has blessed us and promised us that we will rule the world. But we are practical, and we will use all the help we can get. After all, the First may have sent you here to us. That, is why we called you wild-men in. To find out if. you can be of any use to us, And, of course, if we can be of use to you."

There was silence again. Benoni, Zhem, and Joel did not speak, for neither of the Kaywo had given permission. But Benoni burned with impatience and curiosity. What could they want from the likes of him?

"If the Eyzonuh left the desert and came here," said the Usspika, "how many fighting men would they bring?"

"Eyzonuh?" said Benoni. "The entire confederation? I would say about eight thousand from Fiiniks, three thousand from Meysuh, half a hundred from Flegstef. But I do not know if the entire confederation plans to leave Eyzonuh. Or that they would come here."

"I think we could induce them," said the Usspika. "I will be brief. If the Eyzonuh leave their desert, and come here, man, woman, child, horse, dog, and whatever possessions they can carry, and they swear loyalty to us, we will give them land. Land of their own to hold forever. They may have their own rulers, their own laws."

"May I speak?" said Benoni.

The Pwez nodded, and Benoni said, "Where would we live—if we accepted your offer?"

"In a land free of earthquakes and volcanoes. Far from the dry dust and burning sun. In a land by a broad river, a land with rich black earth, not the sand and rock you know so well. A land cool and shady with many trees, alive with deer, pig, turkey.

"To the north of Kaywo?" said Benoni. "Along the L'wan River? Between you and the menace of Skego?"

The Usspika smiled again, and he said, "You are not unintelligent, wild-man. Yes, in the L'wan forest. Between us and Skego. You would constitute a march, a borderguard. In return for this rich and lovely land, you would repel any who might wish to march upon Kaywo. Not alone, for the might of Kaywo would be at your side."

"May I speak?" said Zhem.

The Pwez nodded again, and Zhem said, "What have I to do with these two of the desert? Why am I here?"

"If you can talk your tribe into leaving Mngumwa and living on the southern limits of our border, as the Eyzonuh would on our north, you could help us against the Juju. It is true that we decimated the army they sent against us. But we know that the Juju are many and that they have formed an alliance with the white nation to their north, the Jinya. It's not much of an alliance; the two may be fighting each other before they ever reach us. They are planning to send several armies against us, even if we live a thousand miles from them. We suspect the Skego are behind this, that the Skego have falsely warned the two that we plan to march on them as soon as we conquer Skego.

"They are wrong, of course. It will be some years before we will be in a position to make war against them."

Benoni could not help thinking that Jinya and the Juju were just being foresighted in waging war now against the Kaywo, in trying to crush them before they became too strong and while they were fighting for their survival against Skego. But he said nothing.

"If you think that there is a chance your people will accept our generous offer, we will send you with our ambassadors to your countries. You will guide them. When you reach your countries, you will speak on our behalf. You will tell them of the might of Kaywo, of how we shattered the Juju savages and the civilized Senglwi. You will tell them that they have much to gain and little to lose."

Except our lives, thought Benoni.

"Before you go," continued the Usspika, "you must spend some time learning our language better. Not too much time, for we do not have much. But enough so that you can speak of us to your people with authority. And our ambassadors must begin learning your language. They will continue the lessons while riding towards your lands.

"Now, what do you say?"

"I say yes!" said Joel loudly. "I am sure that my people will accept your offer!"

There was nothing after that for Benoni to say but that he, too, thought the offer might be acceptable to his people. In any event, nothing could be lost by making the offer.

He did not say he really thought that, even though the Kaywo might be sincere, they might also be presenting a very dangerous temptation to the Eyzonuh.

"Good!" said Mohso. "Now, Zhem Smed, what do you think?"

"I think that my people would consider the idea. But that I cannot take it to them."

The Usspika's white eyebrows rose, and the Pwez's dark eyebrows bent in a frown. "Why not?" she said sharply.

"I allowed myself to be taken prisoner," said Zhem. "I am in eternal disgrace. I would be slain on sight if I set foot inside the borders of my tribe's territory."

"Even if you were accompanied by many of our soldiers?"

"Even then."

"We will make you a citizen of Kaywo," said Usspika. "Surely, your people would not dare slay one of us."

"Perhaps," replied Zhem. "But you would have to explain very carefully just what my being a citizen meant before they saw me."

"We will do that. Although, it is not as necessary in your case that we have you as a guide because we would not have much difficulty in locating your people. But these two," he added, indicating Joel and Benoni, "come from a land so far away we have never heard of it. We need them to show us the way and also to act as intermediaries."

"May I speak?" said Benoni. Seeing the Pwez nod, he said, "On our way to Fiiniks, I would like to investigate a very strange thing I saw on the great plains. That is a great house, or fort, or some kind of building, made of a silvery seamless metal. It is shaped like a needle, and it is inhabited by a strange people. It . . ."

"The Hairy Men from the Starsl"

It was the Usspika who gasped out those words and who rose and clutched the edge of the table with his gnarled hands.

"The ship of the Hairy Men from the Stars!" "Wha . . . what?" said Benoni.

The Usspika sat down again, and, after ceasing to breathe so hard, regained some of his composure and said, "You do not know what I am talking about?"

"No," said Benoni.

The old man looked thoughtful but did not offer to explain. The Pwez, whose face had lit up at Benoni's description of the metal building but who had maintained more self-control, said, "We will discuss that later. Not that we are| not interested but that we must take one thing at a time.

"Now, my honored uncle may have given you the im-j pression that both of you Fiiniks would be sent as bearers of our offer. But he did not mean to give that impression, I am sure."

Benoni saw the Usspika's eyes flick in her direction, and he was sure that the old man had meant to give that impression.j But the Pwez did not want them to think this nor to know! that she was over-ruling her uncle. That the Usspika did not object showed Benoni that she was the ruler, although a woman and young. It also showed him that she probably depended upon his wisdom and counsel and did not wish to offend him by blatantly acting in an autocratic manner. Nevertheless, when she made a decision, she would follow it through.

"One of you is lying," she said. "One of you is vicious, untrustworthy. We would not want to send such a man to act for us, for we could only expect him to betray us the first chance he got to better himself by so doing. Therefore, we must determine who is telling the truth and who is lying. The liar will be killed, for he has dared to lie to the Pwez, which is the same thing as lying to the people of Kaywo and the god of Kaywo."

She paused, and Benoni felt the sudden sweat trickling from under his armpits and down his ribs. He had seen enough of the customs of this nation to know that even proving one's innocence might be very painful. Besides, how could either he or Joel prove or disprove anything? There were no witnesses to Joel's treachery.

The Usspika spoke. "If my beloved niece and revered superior will hear an old man, in private, she may learn within a short time how to determine which is guilty. And it will not be necessary to go through a long and perhaps fruitless attempt to wrest the truth from these two. They both look tough and as hard as the skin on the soles of their feet. They might die, and we would be left without a guide. Even if one survived, he might so hate us, because of the ordeal, that we could never trust him. No, if I may be forgiven for interceding, I can clear this up within a short time."

"Since I was a little girl, I have listened to my uncle," said Lezpet. "I am not offended."

She spoke to the three standing before her. "You may go to apartments that have been prepared for you, for we expected that you would accept."

We would be fools if we had not, thought Benoni. Probably dead fools.

"You will be taken care of there. I imagine," she said, smiling briefly, "that you are hungry after your prison fare. Tomorrow, we begin an intensive training. Within two weeks you should know enough to speak for us. That is," she added, "two of you will be our guests. One of you will not be concerned with our affairs. Or, indeed, your own.''

Benoni began to sweat even more. He knew that she, like most of her people, was cruel. Far better to have gotten the suspense over with inside a few minutes, as the Usspika had said it could be, than be tortured with uncertainty all night. And she could speak so calmly of the possibility of taking his life. He could not imagine Debra, soft and oh, so kind Debra, speaking in such a manner.

A few minutes later, Benoni and Zhem were inside the suite of rooms that would be—for one of them, at least-permanent quarters for the next two weeks. Joel was taken to another suite, the one next door to theirs. Apparently, the Pwez or whoever had ordered their domiciling had decided that the wisest thing to do would be to keep them separated. Otherwise, one might be dead before night fell or dawn broke.

Benoni and Zhem were not alone for some time. Two slave girls washed their hands and faces for them, as was required by Kaywo religious custom, before they sat down at the table. Then, two other girls served them their meals. And Zhem, famished from little and bad food during his stay in prison, ate as if he would never eat again. He also drank heavily of the wine offered him, so that it was not long after eating before he went to sleep sitting up in a chair and talking to Benoni.

Benoni did not eat nearly as much as his companion, for he had been taught from childhood that it was an offense against himself and his God to stuff his belly. A man could not be quick and also be fat. Moreover, food had never been overplentiful in the Valley of the Sun; necessity had made a virtue of moderation. He wandered about the suite, inspecting each room and the furnishings. These consisted of three large chambers: the anteroom and two bedrooms. The stone walls were concealed by scarlet and gold draperies, the floors were covered with thick rugs into which were woven scenes from Kaywo's early history, and the furniture was of a dark brown dense-grained wood that must have been imported from some land to the south.

The most interesting item, to Benoni, were the windows. These were tall and narrow, just wide enough for a man to slip through sidewise, if they had not had two iron rods barring his passage.

Benoni finished his inspection just before the slaves returned with a portable wooden bath tub and many buckets of water. Much to Benoni's relief, the slaves were not girls, but men. He did not like the idea of being bathed by men but it was better than being scrubbed by women. Later, he found that some of the kefl'wiy males were bathed by women but that this was a new custom, not widely spread. In the palace, which was governed by the rigid morality of the old-style aristocrats, such a thing would not have been permitted.

Zhem was awakened and bathed; Benoni took his bath and the clean clothes given him. His long hair, which fell to his shoulders, was oiled and combed. Then, their new tutors arrived, men to teach them more of the Kaywo language, of the origin and rise of the nation, the religion, and the destiny of Kaywo, which was to be glorious.

An hour before supper, their teachers left. The two, wanting exercise, asked the guards before their door if they could go down into the courtyard. They took them to the ground floor and into the huge inner court of the palace.

Here, the two practiced with dull-edged swords and shields until they could hardly lift their arms. Then, they tried wrestling, two falls out of three. Benoni won two but lost the third. Panting, sweating, but feeling fine, they returned to their rooms, bathed again, and ate. Zhem duplicated the feat of eating and drinking himself to sleep; this time, Benoni took his hand and led him, stumbling, to his bed. Zhem sank into it and was snoring before Benoni went to his own room.

Benoni took a book left by a tutor and sat down under the oil lamp to read a history. Or try to, for the Kaywo alphabet differed somewhat from the Fiiniks, and the vocabulary used by the author was based on the literary dialect, the form of Kaywo that had ceased to be spoken a hundred years before except in the Uss a Spika (House of Speakers) and during public religious ceremonies.

After struggling for an hour, he realized he would be able to read only with the help of an educated Kaywo. So, rising, he ate an apple from a large bowl of fruit on the table. Then he went to bed. But he could not sleep. He was too worried about what might happen to the Eyzonuh if they did accept the Kaywo offer to become a borderguard people, a march.

First, there was the migration of a whole nation across the cruel desert and the broad prairies. It was one thing for a lone man or a small warparty to traverse those dangers; they could move swiftly without attracting much notice. But a whole nation with small children and women, their dogs and cats, their cattle, sheep, and chickens, their wagons, bedding, clothing, and everything they needed for the exodus!

For one thing, they would have to move very slowly, no faster than the slowest wagon could go. Then, they would have to fight their way out of the Valley of the Sun, for he was sure that the Navaho would know of this great move and would summon all their strength to attack. Having battled against the Navaho, the crossing of the desert between the Eyzonuh mountains and the great plains would be next.

They would need much water to bring them across. And they would be harried by Navahos. Possibly, by raiders from the land of Deseret to the north. Then, having reached the plains they knew not what other dangers they faced. He did not think the lions and the wild dogs were much to dread; the presence of so many people would make them scurry, though it was likely they would try to stalk anybody who left the main body. But there were many nomadic tribes on the plains; he had seen enough of them to be sure of that. And the news of this great mass moving eastward would reached the ears of the savages living along the line of travel.

But, if the Eyzonuh did survive all the dangers, what then? Would they not be in even more peril than in their earth-quake-and-volcano-ridden land? Was not the chance very strong that they would be crushed in the war between the Skego and Kaywo? Exterminated or worse, taken as slaves? Oh, the Eyzonuh could fight, they would make their conquerors pay bitterly. But he had to be a realist. If the Skego land was as thickly populated as the Kaywo, and if, moreover, they had a horde of Skanava allies to draw upon, the Skego could overwhelm the Eyzonuh by^numbers.

The Kaywo must know this, must be expecting this. They were willing to sacrifice the Eyzonuh, hoping that the desert people would check the men from the Northern Seas long enough for Kaywo to rebuild her strength, that the Eyzonuh would inflict such losses that Skego would be weakened.

But, suppose, that the Kaywo supported the Eyzonuh so that Skego was repelled? Suppose, that Kaywo even won the war? Then what?

If peace came, if the Eyzonuh settled down on the rich black soil along the L'wan River, if they built villages, grew crops, multiplied, became rich in food and in trade goods? To the south of them, and close, would be their mighty patron, Kaywo. The borders of Kaywo, with its swiftly growing population, would move northwards, touch upon the Eyzonuh march. And she, with her superior civilization and numbers, would insidiously influence the Eyzonuh. Kaywo customs and language would be admired and adopted.

The religion would attract the young Eyzonuh. Within a generation or two, Eyzonuh would be, in everything except name, Kaywo. And the next step would be to offer the Eyzonuh citizenship in Kaywo.

Or, as was unlikely, if the Eyzonuh were stiff-necked and resisted all these influences, retained stubbornly their own customs and culture, then what? Once the danger from Skego was past, the gratitude of the Kaywo would last no longer than spring snow under the noon sun. It would be easy to pick a quarrel and to march upon the Eyzonuh, crush them, enslave them to add to the wealth of Kaywo. And to send their own citizens to live in the L'wan.

Benoni tossed and turned in bed a long while before he finally fell asleep. His last thoughts were that he would advise his people against accepting the offer. Migrate, yes, but not to L'wan. They could go elsewhere; the world was a large place and had many fine lands. Of course, their rejection of Kaywo would anger Kaywo, and they would be classed as enemies. But Kaywo might not survive the Skego war. And, if they did, they would be too busy licking their wounds for a long time to turn their attention to the Eyzonuh. Especially, if they did not even know where the Eyzonuh were.

He fell into a sleep that was not so deep that he did not dream of Debra Awvrez. But Debra's face melted, became Lezpet.

"Let us . . she said, and she never finished. He was awakened by shouts and the clang of steel upon steel.

Benoni rolled out of the great bed and ran from the bedroom and to the door of the anteroom. He pulled on the upright hook furnished to swing the door inwards and found that the door would not move. Evidently, the bar on the outside had been shot into the socket in the wall to lock the door.

He put his ear against the thick wood to hear the commotion in the corridor, could make out voices but could distinguish only a few words here and there. The ring of sword against sword was still making a din; twice, it was punctuated by shrieks.

Behind him, Zhem said, "Wha . . . what's going on?"

Benoni turned to see him standing close to him, his face thick with sleep and his eyes bloodshot.

"I don't know," he said. "But such a battle inside the walls of the palace could mean only one thing. Treason. An attempt to assassinate the Pwez. Or, maybe, Skego agents managed to force their way in and are trying to kill her."

Zhem spread put his hands before Benoni. "We are unarmed, and the windows are barred. What can we do?"

"I'm not sure we should do anything even if we could," said Benoni. "Yet, we've accepted the hospitality of the Pwez, we are under her roof, eating her food."

"Have you forgotten that she may have you killed in the morning?" asked Zhem. "You are her prisoner, not her guest."

Benoni said, "If this is an assassination attempt, if Skego is behind it, the Skego would not want either of us to live. They would not care for us to take the offer of the Pwez to our people. So, they would probably kill us.

"Besides, if we fight for the Pwez, we show we are to be trusted."

"You can't expect gratitude or trust from her," said Zhem.

"Ill do what I can to earn it," said Benoni. "If I am rewarded with the beheader's blade, I will still be in the right."

"Right does a dead man no good," said Zhem. "You are a stiff-necked man, Benoni; you were bom in a strange and hard place of strange and hard people."

"Do what you want to," said Benoni. "I am getting out of here and into the fight."

He walked to the end of the hall between the two bedrooms, pulled the heavy drapes to one side, and looked out the window at its end. The two bars across it were each twice as thick as his thumb, and the end of each was buried deep in the shafts in the massive stone blocks that formed the window.

"What could you do if you were able to remove the bars?" said Zhem, who had followed him silently and closely as a shadow.

Benoni stuck his face against the bars and looked to either side as far as he could. The night-sky was cloudless, and the half-moon was high. He saw that the wing of the palace in which they were joined another wing to his left at less than a forty-five degree angle. Looking straight across, he could see torches and lamps illuminating many of the narrow tall windows. Beneath the windows ran a narrow ledge almost the length of the wing. But it stopped about ten feet before the windows closest to the juncture of the two wings.

"Maybe you weren't checking your location from the moment you entered the palace," he said. "But I did. And I am sure that the Pwez's chambers are at the corners, behind those windows. And, while I can't see them, I am sure that a ledge runs below our windows, just as it does beneath those directly across from us."

Below him rose the ring of swords against swords and shields and the shouts of fighting men and the screams of the wounded and the transfixed.

"So?" said Zhem.

"So, will you help me remove these bars?"

Without a word, Zhem grasped one of the bars in the middle. Benoni gripped the same bar, and they braced their feet against the edge of the window and bent their backs. Slowly, slowly, the bar began to bend.

"We are stronger than I thought," said Zhem, panting. "Stronger than Kay wo steel."

"Save your breath," said Benoni, and he pulled until his muscles ached and his back seemed ready to break. Four times, he and Zhem had to quit and lean against the wall until they regained their strength and breath. But, each time that they went back, the bar was curved more like an archer's bow. And, just as they thought they would have to quit for a fifth time, the two ends of the bar slipped from the stone sockets, and they fell upon their backs on the carpeted floor.

Benoni did not rest but climbed into the window and tried to squeeze his body between the stone and the remaining bar. "No use," he said, groaning. "We have to take the other one out."

"I do not think I have enough strength left to get off my back," said Zhem. But he rose and gripped the bar and bent his back again.

This time, they had to take six rests. Finally the bar, screeching as the ends slid over the lips of the shaft, shot out, and they fell again on the rug.

Benoni wanted to rest, but he could not. He leaned out the window and saw that his guess was right. Three feet below the window ran a ledge of stone two inches wide.

"Not much, but it will do," he said.

"What will do?" said Zhem from the floor.

"I don't know about you, but I am going to help the Pwez," said Benoni. "It's only logical that, if what we hear is an assassination attempt, the assassins are trying to get to the Pwez's rooms. She may be dead by now; I may be too late. I must try. I can't get through the door; we could never batter it down. And if we did get into the hall, we might be cut down. But if we went through the Pwez's window . . ."

Zhem gasped, and he leaped to his feet.

"Are you crazy? How could we do that?"

Benoni, noting Zhem's use of the plural, smiled slightly.

"I don't know that we can, but we can try. We've been strong as bulls, Zhem, pulling those bars out. Now, let's see if we can walk like a cat. And then fly like a bird."

"You go first, blood-brother. Not that I am afraid, it's just that I would not know what to do."

Benoni went through the opening in the wall sideways, putting out one foot and feeling for the ledge with it. Touching the cold stone, he eased his weight down on one leg, and, grasping the edge of the stone with his fingertips, brought his other leg down. Flattening himself against the outer wall, the left side of his face pressed against the wall and both arms out and his fingertips against the stone, he began to go crabwise along the ledge. It was slow work but not cold.

Despite the winter chilliness of the night, he was sweating. Only his toes and the balls of his feet were on the ledge. The rest of his feet projected over the air. It was a five-story fall to the limestone-block surface below.

Zhem, also on the ledge, was muttering strange names to himself, doubtless calling on his gods or the various names of his god or else chanting some formula to invoke divine protection.

It seemed to take a long time before he felt the ledge end. But he knew that it could not have taken over five minutes. He had not dared to stop, even though now he wondered if he had not been a fool to take such a chance. Some of his hot impulsiveness had cooled; what had looked easy, if daring, now looked suicidal.

Perhaps, if Zhem had not been along, he might have turned back. But he could never do that when another man was watching. Especially, his blood-brother.

At the end of the ledge, he had to turn around so that his back would be against the wall and his heels would be the only part of his feet to have support. It was not something to do quickly, for the chance of losing his balance was too strong. He saw that he had rushed into this, that he should have taken more time to plan better. If he had, he would have left the window facing outwards and inched his way with his back against the wall. Thus, though he would have been staring outwards and downwards, he would have been set for the next big step in his plan.

He must turn around now.

Cursing himself for a fool, he began the slow task. He stood on the toes of his right foot while he lifted the left foot. Slowly, grinding his body into the wall to forestall loss of balance, he brought his left leg behind him and then around. When he felt the ledge under the foot, he lowered it until it was firmly resting against the right side of his right foot. Then, he began the slow and agonizing turning. There was no way to get away from it; he had to twist so that the bulk of his body would be supported by nothing but air and he would lose most of his contact with the wall.

He twisted. As he did so, he saw that Zhem was not waiting but was going through the same maneuver.

Zhem grinned, and he said, "If we fall, I hope we fall on one of those beystuh below. Won't be a totally wasted death, then."

Benoni did not reply but continued turning. When he had reached the point where his left foot could be turned, where the toes could turn over the task of support to the heel, he advanced his right foot at a parallel angle to the wall. Then, his right arm high up, its palm flat against the stone, he pivoted on the ball of his left foot.

And he turned his right foot, twisted his body, and both heels were on the ledge and his back was against the stone.

He looked to his right, at Zhem.

"You're all right. Fine."

"What do we do now?" said Zhem.

Benoni looked across the gap at the face of the wing opposite theirs. He could see directly into a window. It lay at the end of a hall, much wider than the one in his quarters and much longer. It led into a brightly lighted room. Three or four women were standing at the extreme wall by a huge door. All carried a sword or spear.

Lezpet appeared from the right side, and she was holding a rapier in one hand and had a small round shield strapped to her left arm. She wore a helmet and a cuirass.

"They haven't got in yet," he said to Zhem. "Maybe they won't ever. From the way the women are acting, I'd say somebody is hammering at their door now."

"How're we going to get across?" said Zhem. "And, if we do, how're we going to remove the bars?"

"One thing at a time," replied Benoni.

With his eye, he measured the distance from his ledge to the window opposite. Close to seven feet. Easily within his power if he were standing flatfooted on the ground and just jumping to clear a mark. But here, five stories up, with only stone to shove against and the bars in the window to grab and no second jump if he slipped or missed . . .

He rose on his toes, his heels against the stone and higher than his toes, bent his legs, and shoved against the stone. Outwards he shot, his eyes fixed on the iron bars, his hands held straight out in front of him. His right hand closed on a bar. His left hand missed. His body slammed into the wall, knocking the breath from him.

Frantically, he clawed with his left hand, scraping the stone. Then, it closed around the same bar he clutched in his right hand, and he was hanging outside the window.

His arms were rigidly extended before him and were pulled down by the weight of his body. The bars, set deep within the window, were just far enough away so that the edge of the window cut into his body under the armpits. An inch or two deeper, and he would not have been able to seize the bars. Now he hung with no support for his feet.

He made no effort for a minute, did nothing but recover his breath and his strength. Then, flexing his arms, he pulled himself up over the edge of the window with sheer strength. After he was inside, he released the bar and began to shake.

But he had no time for the luxury of after effects. He could hear the deep thumps of something hard and heavy being rammed against the door to the Pwez's chambers. The door held, but every time the ram, or whatever it was, slammed into the wood, the wood bent inwards. A few more such blows, and the great bar holding it in place would be burst asunder along with the door.

"Jump, Zhem," said Benoni. I'll hang onto the bar with one hand and snare you with the other."

Zhem's teeth gleamed in the moonlight as he smiled with bravado, or fright, or because he thought he ought to do so. And he braced himself against the ledge and the wall and leaped.

Zhem's hands would have missed the bar; he was not quite as long-armed as Benoni.

But Benoni's free hand caught Zhem's left arm, and he pulled him forward and up over the ledge of the window. Pulled him with so much force that Zhem's hands socked into the bar, and he scraped the skin off his face and chest.

Benoni hoisted him upwards, and Zhem was standing with

Benoni inside the cave formed by the window. Fortunately, this was much larger than the one outside their rooms; they had space to stand up, facing each other, their noses almost touching.

"Now, elder brother to the cat and the bird," said Zhem, "what do we do?"

Benoni did not answer him but shouted through the window. His voice must have carried down the hall above the crashing of the ram against the door, for all the women whirled and stared down the dark hall.

The Pwez, Lezpet, came running, her rapier held out in front of her. Behind her came a woman holding a torch she had taken from a wallsocket in the anteroom.

"You!" said Lezpet, seeing their faces in the torchlight. "Have you come to kill me, too?"

"No," said Benoni. "We do not even know who is trying to kill you. We heard the commotion, figured out what might be happening. But we could not get out through our door, so we left by the window."

Lezpet's eyes became even wider. "You leaped to my window?"

"Yes, let us in."

"You risked your life to help me?" she repeated slowly, as if she could not believe him.

"Can you get those bars off?" said Benoni. "You will need two good fighting men in a minute."

"This may be a trick," said the woman holding the torch. "How do you know that these wild-men haven't been hired by the Greens or the Skego?"

"I don't," said Lezpet. "But if they are assassins, why are they unarmed?"

Benoni knew then that she was not in a panic but was thinking coolly.

"We have risked our lives, Your Excellency," he said. "Do not waste that risk and throw away our lives, and yours."

"I think it is a trick," said the other woman. "Let them stay there. As long as they are on the other side of the bars, they can do nothing to harm us. Even if they do mean to help us, we don't have time or the strength to remove the bars. After all, they're just two wild-men."

"If they leaped from the other wall to help me," said Lezpet, "they are more than just wild-men."

"You don't have much time," said Benoni, pointing down the hallway.

"But we don't have the strength to pull the bars out," said Lezpet.

For answer, Benoni grabbed one of the bars with both hands, and he was quickly imitated by Zhem. With a strength they would never have thought themselves capable of, but doubtless pumped into their muscles by the fear of death, they bent the bar. This time, it was not necessary to pull the bar from its retaining sockets. They managed, with much loss of skin, to squeeze through between the bar and the wall of the window.

Zhem and Benoni pushed past the two women and ran down the hall and into the anteroom. This was a tremendous chamber with a huge fireplace on one wall. On both sides of the fireplace, placed in racks against the wall, were many weapons, trophies of victories.

Benoni took a short bow made of two joined horns from a longhorn bull and picked up a quiver full of arrows. He also strapped a belt and scabbard around his waist, then removed the long sword and stuck a shorter one in it.

"Not enough time or room to swing a broadsword in these quarters," he said.

Zhem, although armed with a bow, arrows, and sword, picked up five javelins in one hand. He laid the weapons down when Benoni ordered him to help in piling furniture just before the door.

The blows outside were having their effect; a crack suddenly appeared in the bar across the door; the door was already shattered but still hanging together.

"Come with me," said Benoni, and he retreated to the hallway. Here, he and Zhem stood within the dark of the hallway and fitted arrows to their strings.

At Benoni's order, a woman hastened to the other end of the hall to draw the drapes across the window.

"They won't be able to see us in the dark," said Benoni. "Not at first, anyway."

He called to Pwez. "Stand to one side. When the door breaks, and they charge in, throw spears at them."

"You," he said, addressing the woman who had argued against admitting them. "Take that lamp and spread the oil across the floor between the door and the barricade."

He told two others to do the same, and when they had finished, he said, "Just as they come in, throw a torch down on the oil."

There was a loud cheer outside, then a great crash as the ram slammed into the door. Abruptly, the bar snapped in half, and the men carrying the ram, a thick hardwood beam, fell into the room.

At the same time, a woman threw a torch on the oil and flames and smoke shot up around them.

They screamed and leaped to their feet and then jumped to the top of the barricade formed by the piled-up furniture. Some were on fire, their long green cloaks and kilts burning.

Benoni and Zhem shot their first arrows, aiming as planned by Benoni. He shot at the one on the extreme left; Zhem, at the one on the extreme right. Both arrows struck their mark, driving through the chainmail corselet and into the flesh beneath. Benoni's man fell backward into the fire. Zhem's victim spun around and knocked the man by his side into the flames.

Lezpet threw a javelin and caught a man in the unprotected region of his neck, between helmet and corselet. Two more javelins hit their targets, though one only wounded.

Benoni and Zhem fired again, and they dropped two men in their tracks. Lezpet's rapier darted out like a frog's tongue and thrust into the eye of a man and drove into his brain. He fell, wrenching the rapier from her grasp.

But the men behind the fallen were brave and determined. They charged from the hall and through the fire and threw themselves over the barricade. Benoni and Zhem shot for the third time. Benoni's arrow missed and stuck quivering in the wooden jamb of the door. Zhem's arrow went through chain-mail and into the belly of a man.

Then, seeing that they had as much chance to hit one of ihe women as they did the attackers, Benoni and Zhem dropped their bows, seized a javelin, and ran up to the melee.

Benoni lunged at a man swinging a short sword, and he drove the javelin point into the man's throat. Another man slashed at him; Benoni interposed his javelin; the sword cut through the shaft.

Benoni flung the butt at the man's face, drew his short sword, and chopped down. His blade slid down the other's, was stopped by the hilt. Benoni stepped back and, as he did so, drew the edge of his sharp blade across the man's hand. Tendons cut, the hand dropped the sword. Benoni cut halfway through the man's neck.

Two men leaped at Benoni. Benoni had to retreat. One of the men fell, the red point of a javelin sticking through his chest, the shaft protruding from his back. Benoni had time to see that it was Lezpet who had killed the man. Then, he was trying to defend himself against a big redheaded man who was a master with the blade.

Twice, he suffered cuts, one on the arm, one on the leg. And the man was driving him backwards, hoping to catch him in a corner of the room. Benoni thought he was good with a sword, but this man, bigger, longer armed, and about five or six years older, was his superior.

No man, however, no matter how excellent a swordsman, can do anything against a chair thrown against his back. He was forced forwards, his guard momentarily down from the shock. Benoni brought the edge of his weapon down on the wrist and half severed it. The redbeard whirled to run but did not get to take one step in flight. Zhem's blade drove into his Adam's apple.

Then, the ring of blades ceased. It was over. Over, at least, in this room and for the time being, for the sounds of shouts and steel came from elsewhere in the building.

All the attackers were dead except for two badly burned] men. Three of the women were dead and one was badlyl wounded. Nobody was unwounded.

Lezpet, wrapping a scarf around her arm to stanch the¹flow of blood, said "You have proved yourself, Rider. Guilty
or not of leaving your Eyzonuh companion to die, you have
proven yourself." j

Benoni said, wonderingly, "You have not determined yet?|
But I thought the Usspika said . . . ?" and his voice trailed off J
for it was evident that the Pwez was thinking of something^
else. She had plenty to think about. About treachery, howl
the fight was going in the palace, about her future even if the]
traitors in the palace were killed. J

Presently, there was the sound of running feet and clank-1 ing armor, and Lezpet said, "If those are not my men, andj there are many of them, kill me at once. I will not be taken prisoner or suffer indignities at their hands."

"I will be too busy killing them to spare a swordstroke foij
you, Your Excellency," said Benoni. j

He stood just on the roomward side of the furniture] barricade. The oil had burned out, and he was wondering ifl he should pour some more on the floor. Then, he saw the* leader of the approaching party and breathed easier. The man was the general of the First Army and wore a scarlet cloak. Since all the attackers had worn green cloaks (marking them as members of the party opposing the family of Mohso's policies) and since the members of the Scarlet party wore cloaks to match their title, this man must be loyal.

Yet, there was no use taking the chance this man might
not be a traitor. So Benoni fitted an arrow to the string of aj
bow and held it on the general until he would declare him-
self, j

The general, a middle-aged grey-haired man, stood in the! doorway, glaring about, his bloody sword in hand. Then,, seeing the Pwez, his face lit up, and he cried, "Your Excellency! You are safe! Praise to the First!"

"Yes, dear cousin," said Lezpet, "I am. Thanks to these two wild-men and my brave ladies-in-waiting. Tell me, what has been happening?"

"The situation was nip-and-tuck for a while, but we are victors. At least, within the palace we are. I do not know the details, of course, but it looks to me as if the Green Party, or some members of it, anyway, conspired with Skego agents to assassinate you. Some of your own bodyguard were in the plot. They are all dead, the traitors in your bodyguard, that is, but we have taken several of the Green traitors alive and have at least one Skego agent. He will die soon, however, for he is badly wounded."

He paused a moment, and then he said, "I have very.bad news. Your uncle and mine, Jiwi, the Usspika, is dead!"

Lezpet gave a cry, and she swayed. But, mastering herself, she said, "Where is he?"

"We found his body within his room, Your Excellency. You will be pleased to hear that, though an old man, he acquitted himself as a Mohso should. He killed a strong young man and badly wounded another. No lion like an old lion. But they cut off his head and took it with them. We ran across the desecrators a few minutes ago, and we took off their heads. I have already turned over his remains to the slaves, so that they might prepare him for the state funeral.

"We will give him a hundred, a thousand, heads to repay him for the loss of his," said Lezpet grimly. "But there is no time to think about a funeral now. I am sure that the filthy Green took other measures to insure the success of their treachery. Send out men to find out what is going on in the city."

The general saluted with his sword, wheeled, and left, leaving twenty men to protect the Pwez.

Benoni and Zhem patched up their wounds and followed the Pwez to the office in which they had been interviewed the morning before. Here, Benoni saw what a great leader the woman was. She became a whirlwind of energy and quick decisions. If he had any doubts left about her qualifications as a ruler, he lost them. Her men, too, seemed to think the same, for they asked her many questions and went away satisfied with the answers.

At this time, Joel appeared. He carried a bloody sword and boasted, loudly, that he had broken from his room on first hearing the noise made by the would-be assassins. He had taken the sword from a fallen soldier and killed three Greens with it. Now, he was here to serve the Pwez, to defend her with his life.

Lezpet thanked him, though briefly, and said that it was her good luck to have had the three wild-men as guests this night.

Nevertheless, when Joel was out of earshot, she told an officer to investigate his story—after more pressing business was out of the way. Benoni, overhearing her, wondered what she suspected.

But the officer was killed that night, and she must have forgotten about the order.

As the night wore on, the picture of what had happened became clearer. Benoni got a deeper insight into Kaywq politics. He had known something of Kaywo history, that the city had originally been a democracy with a government elected by people who owned more than five acres of land. But only a hundred years ago, the Mohso family had gained a practical monopoly on the presidency and a majority of seats in the House of Speakers, the unicameral legislature. Either a member of the family or of families closely related had been elected president. Meanwhile, the Speakers had raised the requirements of the voter eligibility. Now, a man or woman had to own three hundred acres to be a voter. To qualify for a chance to run for seat in the Uss a Spika, he had to own a thousand acres or the equivalent in property.

Some of the lower classes had been agitating for a long time to lower the requirements. The Greens, the aristocratic opponents of the Scarlet or Mohso party, had allied themselves with the commoners. They knew that old Jiwi Mohso wanted to get rid of the electorate system entirely, that he wished to establish a dynastic rule of his family. He had succeeded in suspending the constitution, the so-called Eternal Agreement Of The Elders Of Kaywo, during the recent wars with the Juju and Senglwi. And he had planned on the coming war with Skego to continue the suspension and keep his brother as the Pwez. However, his brother and two sons of the brother had died during the storming of Senglwi, under suspicious circumstances. The Greens rejoiced, for they had a chance to elect one of their own. The wily old fox had forestalled them. According to Kaywo law, a Pwez had the right to name his own successor in case he died while holding office. The successor had never been officially named; the Greens were content to think that Jiwi's brother had forgotten the matter. Jiwi produced his late brother's will, witnessed by the high priest of the First (a Mohso) naming his daughter as the Pwez.

The Greens had protested violently, saying, first, that the will was a fraud. Second, that no woman should be the Pwez. But Jiwi had pointed out that the ambiguously worded Eternal Agreement did not specify a male should hold the office. The Greens, thinking that when an election did occur, it would be unlikely that a woman would be elected and also that she must inevitably shame the Mohso family through inability, agreed to accept her.

To their dismay, she proved to be a very successful ruler. Part of this was because she leaned heavily on her uncle's advice. But she was popular, as long as she was successful.

And so, the Greens, rationalizing that a war with Skego might ruin Kaywo in her weakened condition and that killing her was their patriotic duty, had conspired with Skego.

That night, a number of Greens and a lesser amount of Skego agents had made the attempt. The Third Army, whose officers and non-coms were largely Greens, had attempted an insurrection. They were fighting the loyal minority of the Third Army. If they won, they would march on the palace and recruit on the way.

There was bloody fighting in the streets and on the housetops that night. Part of the city caught on fire. Before morning, a quarter of the city (the poorer quarter) was burned to' the ground. But the city's garrison and part of the First

Army, which had hastily moved in from their camping grounds five miles from the city's outer limits, had won.

Benoni and Zhem got in some more fighting that night. Lezpet left her office and led her followers in the street battles. Though she took little part in the actual swinging of a sword, she was close to the front, and she revealed a strategical genius that night. Why not, said her victory-flushed followers? Was she not the grand-daughter of Viyya Mohso, the great general who had decimated the barbarian invaders of Tenziy?

All the next day, instead of resting, Lezpet interrogated prisoners through means of the whip and the fire. She ordered the arrests of all Green speakers and their families. Some of these, understanding what would happen, had already fled northward with their families. Or, in some cases, left them behind. These poor unfortunates were stripped of their citizenship and sold as slaves. Their property was confiscated by the government.

By the evening of the fourth day, Lezpet held all of Kaywo firmly in her grasp. The Eternal Agreement had been suspended—only temporarily, of course, during the emergency—most of the Greens had been killed, arrested, or had fled. And a group of enthusiastic commoners and Scarlet hefVwiy offered her a crown. Pwez, henceforth, was to mean Emperor.

She, however, refused, saying that the Eternal Agreement must be restored, that being a Kaywo citizen must always mean being free, and so on.

The crowd cheered her enthusiastically and said that she could not have made a better Pwez if she were a man.

Benoni marvelled and wondered what would happen to Kaywo now. If she had been weakened before, how strong was she now? Destruction of part of the city, the Third Army reduced in half, many of her officers slain or fled the country to fight on Skego's side. If the Eyzonuh did come to battle for Kaywo, could they get here before the Skego had come down from the Northern Seas and put the inhabitants to the sword and the slave block?

The fifth day, while standing on a comer after a triumphal parade by the First Army, he met a strange man. This fellow was tall, wore a green turban and flowing white robes, and a veil over the lower part of his face. The veil was, obviously, only worn for decorative or religious purposes, for it was too transparent to conceal his features. These consisted of a very dark skin, dark blue eyes, a hooked nose, and thin lips. His beard hung halfway down his chest and was black with a sprinkling of grey hairs. His brown slippers were made of some animal hide and curled up at the ends. Around his neck he wore a string of beads which he constantly fingered.

Benoni had been watching him for some time and soon became aware that the fellow was also watching him. Finally, as the crowd melted away, the man spoke to Benoni. His speech, though fluent Kaywo, contained some odd sounds.

"Stranger and brother," he said, "permit me to introduce myself. I am Hji Aflatu ib Abdu of the land of Khemi, although I sometimes facetiously, sometimes seriously, call myself Aw Hichmakani. Which means 'from nowhere,' if you will allow me a liberal translation. Stranger, would you think me rude if I asked you your name and from what far-off land you come?"

"Not at all," said Banoni, smiling, yet a little ill at ease. "I am Benoni, son of Hozey, and I come from the nation of Fiiniks in the land of Eyzonuh. But tell me, how did you know I wasn't a Kaywo?"

"I overheard you say a few words to that black man just before he left you," said Aflatu ib Abdu. "If you will pardon my seeming immodesty, I do have an extensive knowledge of languages, probably more than any man on earth—no matter what my enemies and some of my friends say—and a keen ear. I could tell instantly that you did not come from this general area. Although your language is distandy related to Kaywo."

"It is?" said Benoni. He had surmised that his speech was descended from the same parent tongue as Zhem's, but

Kaywo was so foreign that he had not considered it any relation to Inklich.

"Eyzonuh, heh? Then what I've heard is true. That two wild-men, if you will pardon the term, have come a thousand miles or more from the west, from a terrible desert, a land of fire-belching mountains and house-toppling shrugs of the earth?"

"Where is Khemi?" said Benoni.

"Much farther away than your desert, my friend. Ten times as far in a straight line. And measuring the path I've followed, forty times as far. Like a drunken crow. Speaking of which, would you honor me by allowing me to buy you a drink?"

"I don't drink," said Benoni, ready to take offense if the man laughed.

"Ah, it rejoices my heart to meet a camel so far from the banks of my native river. But I drink. My religion forbids the consumption of alcoholic beverages, which is why I consume all I can get. Come, I will buy a cup of the disgusting concoction they call coffee."

"I thank you. But I have an appointment which cannot be broken."

"Too bad. Perhaps, some other time. Though, in view of the recent events, it is better not to plan on anything stable in the future. Our meeting place might be destroyed or one or both of us might be dead or fleeing for his life. Too bad. However, tell me, would it be terribly dangerous to journey to your distant land? I say that laughingly, of course, for I have never made anything but perilous voyages. Ah, to be home again, to see the pyramids and the stone womanlion and the cool waters of the river beside which I first saw the light of Eastern day."

Benoni, though apprehensive about getting to the palace on time for his conference with the Pwez, was overwhelemed with curiosity. This new planet had just swum into his ken, and now it might depart forever, leaving nothing but the ripples of strange names and unsettling reference to distances and lands he had never dreamed of.

"You talk as if you have been even further east than Jinya," he said. "How could that be? Isn't the edge of the world beyond that?"

"I will not laugh at your touchingly innocent remark, friend. I have heard too many like it since I came to this land. And seen too many flushed faces and clenched fists when I expressed surprise at such ignorance. Yes, I've been further east. And no, the edge of the world is not close to Jinya. You see in me, Aflatu ib Adbu, a man who knows. For I am in the process of walking around the world, learning all I can, in order to make a report and, perhaps, to write a book. I was commissioned by the Coucil of Africa to do so.

"And so, I crossed a sea larger than all your Northern Seas put together, and walked northwards through many countries until I reached the bitter climate of the Skanava, the seafaring terrors of my world. Although they are not as terrible as the Yagi of Asia. And I took passage aboard a Skanava ship and crossed a sea that is the largest in the world—although I have heard there is one much larger to the west. And I came down a river to the Northern Seas and lived in Skego for a while.

"Then, down the Siy river, a mighty river indeed, to Senglwi just after the Kaywo leveled it. And then to this nation.

"I can speak forty languages fluently, know three dead ones quite well, and any number of dialects. And I may say, though it hurts me to do so because I might appear to boast, that I know more of the world than any man living."

"Around the world?" Benoni dazedly. "I know that some say the world is round; some, flat; some, a cube; others, that it has no beginning or end but merges into the sky, beyond which is heaven. I'm not surprised that it is round but that it is as big as you say. But I must be going."

"Wisdom and truth attempt to detain a man, and he flees," said Aflatu sadly. "Well, never mind."

"Just one thing," said Benoni. "You have seen Skego. Do you think that Skego or Kaywo will win?"

Aflatu quit fingering his beads to throw his hands up in the air.

"Who knows? Only Awwah knows! I will say that, from a purely statistical viewpoint, Skego seems to be in the best position. But Skego has its own problems. All history, which I surmise you, like all in this land and most in mine, know little of—history, I say shows that a young nation may be in worse trouble than Kaywo, yet survive to become the ruler of the known world. Think of Room. You have never heard of Room? I thought not! Well, you will not stay to listen.

"But I will give you on this continent a word, my friend. Forget your wars against each other, band together. For some day, a menace more terrible than you have ever dreamed will sweep across the Lantuk Ocean. The Yagi, who re-discovered the long lost secret of the ancients. Explosives. They threatened the Empire of Africa when I left. They, the Yagi, I mean, were cutting our armies to pieces. For all I know, Khemi may no longer exist when I round the comer of the world and return. I hope not, but it is as Awwa decrees. Or so say those who should know, but often don't."

"If you go west," said Benoni, "look for . . ." And he told him of the strange needle-shaped silvery metal house of the great plains.

At that, Aflatu became excited, and he cried, "The Hairy Men from the Stars!"

Benoni wanted to ask him what he meant, for this was the second time he had heard that phrase. But he knew that he might be late, and the Pwez did not tolerate tardiness.

"I will see you later," he said as he walked away.

"Come back, friend!" shouted the veiled man. "You cannot excite my curiosity so and then leave me! It is against nature, man, and the will of God!"

Benoni hurried to the chamber in which he had first seen the Pwez. Here, he was greeted by Lezpet and the new Usspika, her cousin, the general of the First Army.

"Because of your obvious loyalty to me and the way in which you have fought for me," she said, "I am making you members of my personal bodyguard, the Red Wolves. My beloved cousin will swear you in."

Lezpet Mohso placed a sword on the table and then asked the three to put their right hands on the blade. "Do you three swear by your god or gods and by this sword to obey the Pwez of Kaywo and to give up your life for hers if necessary? Do you swear by your god or gods and this sword to protect her from all harm until you are released from this vow?"

Benoni hesitated, for he wondered why the three should become members of her personal bodyguard only a few weeks before they were due to leave for their native lands. Then, he saw why. She was doing this to make sure that they would not betray her, that they would argue for Kaywo's behalf during the treaty negotiations. And that they would not lead expeditions by their people against her.

Lezpet looked at him strangely. "Why do you not swear?" she said. "Your companions did not think twice."

"I do not give my oath lightly," he said. "Once given, always given."

Surprisingly, she smiled. "That is good," she said. "And have you considered?"

"Yes. I will swear that I will do my best to keep you from harm. As long as I am a member of the Red Wolves. And as long as you are the friend of my people."

Her face became expressionless, and she said, in a cold voice, "The Pwez is not accustomed to bargain with wild-men. But, since this is a special case, and since we could not reasonably expect you to swear to anything that might endanger your little city-state, we agree. However, we will amend the oath. You will swear to protect me. as long as I am not the enemy of your people."

Benoni was a little puzzled by the difference implied in being a friend or a not-friend, but he saw no harm in it. So, he swore.

The woman relaxed somewhat and ordered wine for all of them.

"We will drink a toast to the success of your missions," she said.

Benoni thought for a moment of refusing, but decided that it would be all right to drink. After all, wine and liquor were permissible during religious ceremonies, and this was at least semi-religious.

After they had gulped their wine, the Pwez said, "Perhaps you two Fiiniks wondered why one of you was not judged and executed the day after we had decided to determine who was lying. I will tell you why. My departed uncle told me that he knew which was guilty. He would not tell me how he knew, because he said that I must some day be-without his guidance. I would have to find out by myself, although he would give me some clues. He often did this as part of my training as ruler of Kaywo.

"I must confess that I did not know what he knew. I had planned to do some thinking about it early in the morn ing. But, you know what happened that night. And he was killed. Luckily for you two. However, I have concluded that it does not matter which of you left the other for dead in that faraway desert. Both have shown your loyalty to me. And I cannot blame you for lying to hurt your enemy. Our god has said that it is good to do so.

"Of course, if I had sworn you in as a Red Wolf and then put the question to you, and you had lied, you would be a traitor. But I am not going to do that now. So, consider yourself lucky."

Benoni was shocked. He had been taught from the day he understood the meaning of a lie that a liar should be condemned under any circumstances. Admittedly, the Eyzonhu did not always realize their ideal in practice, as witness Joel Vahndert. But, at least, his people had that idea, while the Kaywo had just the opposite.

Could the Eyzonuh trust the word of the Kaywo?

During the next two weeks, he did not have much time to think about that. His education proceeded at a rapid pace. And then, one morning, a messenger from the Pwez interrupted a session with a Kaywo historian. He was to leave in two days, at dawn. He and Joel would be accompanied by a hundred cavalrymen and two ambassadors.

"I am to leave that same morning," said Zhem, mournfully. "Blood-brother, I have a very bad feeling about this. I feel that we are soon to part forever."

"Let us hope not," said Benoni. "But, if it is so, it will be the will of Jehovah."

The night before they were to leave, he and Zhem stayed up late, talking of what had happened and of what might happen. Zhem, near to tears, said "Why don't we leave the city tonight? Go to the east? They say the Iykwa will adopt any runaways into their nation. The Iykwa have a fine life. They live in the forest and the mountains and spend most of their time hunting and fishing. We could each marry one of their red-skinned women and let them till the soil and raise our children while we enjoyed life."

"That sounds fine," said Benoni. "But we have given our word to the Pwez. And the fate of my people depends on my mission. Moreover, I love Debra Awvrez. It is her face that haunts my dreams."

"You have told me that the face of the Pwez sometimes haunts your dreams, too," said Zhem. "What do you make of that?"

"A man is not responsible for his dreams," said Benoni. "And I would be a fool to even think of marrying the Pwez. She thinks of me as a wild-man."

"Yes, you would be a fool. But wild-men can be fools, too."

Zhem drank down half a bottle of wine and soon was asleep. Benoni stayed awake for some time, wondering if he were doing the right thing. Then, deciding that only time would determine that, he, too, fell asleep.

It seemed to him that he had just closed his eyes when he opened them again. A Red Wolf, clad in full armor, was shaking his shoulder and bellowing at him to wake up.

Benoni sat up and said, "It is not even dawn yet!"

"Out of your bed, soldier, and get into battle dress!" said the soldier. "You have fifteen minutes to fall in fine in front of the palace!"

The soldier hurried out of the room, and Zhem and Benoni hastened to obey the order. When they had put on their armor and fastened their field packs to their backs, they went downstairs to the stable. There, they found that the slaves had saddled their horses for them. After inspecting the horses to make sure that their gear was in good shape, they mounted and rode to the Circle of the First, before the palace. Here, they took their place in the ranks of the Red Wolf Feykhunt.

Presently, the Pwez appeared on her white horse. She, too, was clad in armor, and she was accompanied by her cousin, the Usspika and the general of the First Army cavalry.

Trumpets sounded; drums beat. Lezpet reined in her horse.

"Soldiers of Kaywo!" she said in a loud voice that carried through the ranks. "We must ride at once for the north! Into the forests by the river of L'wan! We have just received a message by carrier pigeon from our agents! I will not tell you now, because every second is important, what the message is. But you will be informed at our first camp. Just trust in me to lead you for a good cause and to promise you hard riding and hard fighting after we get to our destination! The fate of your country depends upon your horse and your sword!"

She wheeled her white stallion and began riding at a gallop down the Avenue or Victory, northwards. Her staff rode after her at the same mad pace. A few seconds later, the Red Wolves followed

The rest of the night and all that day they rode. Occasionally, they stopped to rest the horses; sometimes, they dismounted and walked at a fast pace while leading the horses. The crack cavalry of the First Army rode behind the Red Wolves. These were composed mainly of the young aristocrats of Kaywo, the best riders in the land who were fanatically devoted to the Pwez.

"They say that the foot-soldiers of the First Army have been given horses and that they are following us as fast as possible," said Zhem. "Did you see the supply wagons? Very light vehicles and drawn by teams of six horses. The wagons hold nothing but food, water, blankets and weapons. Only the essentials. No tents."

"I wonder what the emergency can be?" said Benoni. "It must really be something grave for us to be called along too."

That night, they camped outside a large village. They had to build their own fires and cook their own meals, for this expedition was not to be slowed down by servants or slaves. Each man was given two extra horses, requisitioned from the villages, towns, and farms they ,had passed on the road. The riders would get little rest, but it was essential that the horses take turns carrying the men.

After eating, the men collected around a big fire in the center of camp. A platform of logs had been built so that the Pwez could address her troops from a height.

She saw Zhem, Benoni, and Joel in the front ranks of the Red Wolves, and her eyes widened. She called them before the platform and said, in a low voice, "What are you doing here?"

"We were ordered," said Benoni.

Lezpet bit her lips and said, "In the hurry, it never occurred to me that you might come along. After all, you are members of my bodyguard. And I gave orders that all such should assemble immediately. I had thought you three were on your way now with your escort."

"They are riding with us," said Joel. "I saw the officer who was supposed to command our escort."

"It can't be helped," said Lezpet. "Now, it may not matter. If our mission is a success, we won't be in any hurry for you to carry out your command. And, if we fail, which, of course, we won't, then it won't matter."

She sent them back to the ranks. And she said, "Soldiers of Kaywo! Our spies in the forests of L'wan sent a carrier pigeon to the palace with a very urgent message. It said that the people of Pwawwaw, an independent village of wild-men living by the side of the L'wan river, were digging to establish a foundation for new walls around their village. While digging, the Pwawwaw came upon a strange object. This was a great needleshaped building made of a hard silvery metal. It must have been buried under the earth for a thousand years. It must be a fallen ship of the Hairy Men from the Starsl"

There was a murmur from the assembled men. The Pwez held up her hand for silence and continued. "Who knows what that ship may contain? It may hold nothing, for it may have been stripped of everything and have been buried and empty for a millenium. Such a ship was seen recently by one of our Red Wolves, a wild-man from Eyzonuh. He saw it on the great plains. A tribe of wild-men were living in it because it had not been buried by the dust.

"But the ship uncovered by the Pwawwaw may be a different case. It is possible that it made a great hole when it fell and was quickly covered. Or it fell after devastating the area and was soon buried beneath dust blown by the wind. In any event, if it was not stripped, it undoubtedly contains many of the magical devices of the Hairy Men from the Starsl And he who gets his hands on these will control the powers of demons!"

' Another murmur arose, and, here and there, shouts. The Pwez again raised her hand, and she said, "The Skego undoubtedly have their spies, and these will have sent reports. So, you may safely bet your pay for the next ten years that the Skego will send soldiers, that they are riding even now to Pwawwaw!

"We must get there first! We must demand that the ship be turned over to Kaywo! If the Pwawwaw refuse, then we take it from theml And, if the Skego arrive, we must defeat them, too!"

The soldiers cheered. Their swords flashed in the firelight as they swore to take the ship or die to the last man while trying. Then, dismissed, they went back to their blankets.

Lezpet motioned to the three wild-men to come to her fire.

"Now," she said to Benoni, "do you understand why my uncle was so excited when he heard you describe that silvery structure on the plains?"

"Yes. Your Hairy Men from the Stars must be the same beings that we Eyzonuh call demons. Our preachers say that, a thousand years ago, they came out of the earth and warred against man. Man drove them back into the bowels of the earth and imprisoned their leader, Seytuh, under the earth. Sometimes, Seytuh struggles to get free, and that is why the earth quakes and mountains belch fire."

Lezpet laughed, and she said, "We have our stories, too, very integral parts of our religion, as I suppose yours are of your religion. I will tell you ours.

"Once, the people of Earth were a very wise and powerful people. They covered the earth with their millions then and were not just a handful here and there, as we now are. They were very happy, too, for they could control the weather, grow as much food as they wanted, and had such mastery they even subjected the sun god and the demons of the earth. But the sun god and the demons, who were enemies, chafed at being enslaved and were angered at man's arrogance. So, despite their enemity, they banded together. The demons went to the faraway stars on a vehicle provided by the sun god. And the demons made a treaty with their brothers who lived on a star or stars. These demons were half-devil, half-hum an.

"One day, the half-demons, who looked like hairy men with pointed furry ears, appeared over earth in their ships. They told the people of Earth a lie. The said their world was burning up and they had no place to live. The sun god was angry at them and was destroying their world. Would Earth give them living space?

"But Earth said no. Man did not have enough space for himself. In those days, each man and woman lived a thousand years and bred many children, who also lived a thousand years. So, the Hairy Men from the Stars said that they would make space. And they had a war with men. It was the most horrible war that earth has ever suffered. At its end, all the Hairy Men from the Stars were killed. But the price of victory for humanity was great. Only one in every hundred thousand survived. And the survivors forgot their magic, forgot everything in their battle for survival. They became savages, unhappy fierce men. And only in the last two hundred years has humanity become numerous enough and wise to begin building civilization again."

"That is not quite the way I heard it," said Benoni cautiously. He did not wish to get involved in a religious discussion. "We have never heard of the Hairy Men from the Stars. According to what our preachers say, the demons of the earth tried to master men. They did call in the demons of the air to help them, but most of these were captured and also buried with Seytuh under the earth."

Lezpet laughed again. She said, "That story, and the one told in my country, is good enough for the common people, children, and fools. They need something they can understand. But I think otherwise. I think that the Hairy Men were people something like us. They lived on a planet like ours, and it revolved around a star, which was a sun to their planet. Something drove them to leave their world; perhaps, their sun got too hot. In any event, they did come to Earth in their vehicles. They asked to be allowed to live on Earth. Man turned down their request, for what reason, I do not know. A war did ensue, and civilization was smashed.

"But I do not believe in any sun god or earth demon. I do not believe that there is a First God, nor do I believe that Kaywo was founded by the two-headed son of a two-headed bitch wolf.

"Of course, if you were to repeat this, I would have to deny saying such, and I would have you burned as blasphemers. The best thing to do is to subscribe publicly to the belief. After all, it keeps the people in order. It's a useful lie, decorative rubbish."

Benoni was shocked. He did not believe in a sun god, either. But he did believe in earth demons. Had he not felt the earth quake and the land break open in fire as Seytuh struggled with his chains deep beneath the crust of the earth?

"You look shaken," said Lezpet. "Don't. Haven't you found out that many things you believed were so, while you lived behind your desert mountains, just aren't so? And you will find many other things untrue, also."

Benoni went back to his campfire a very troubled youth. During the next four days, he had time to think. He was busy, but most of what he did was automatic and his brain was free. Could what Lezpet had said be true? That both their religions, were false? 'After all, if, say Jehovah were the real god, then why was his worship known only in the valley of the Sun? Why not all over the world?

But Jehovah had once been only known to a very small group, the Hebrews. And they, a desert people, had carried their worship into the land of Canaan and from there all over the world. So, why not the Eyzonuh? Perhaps, it was as the preachers said. Jehovah always preserved a nucleus of faithful. The Eyzonuh had inherited the torch of the true religion from the Hebrews, who must have perished, for no-one he had ever met outside the Valley had heard of them. Or could they be in the land from which that gabby veiled man, Aflatu ib Abdu, had come?

Anyway, the preachers said that the Eyzonuh alone knew the true god. All other peoples worshipped Seytuh. For instance, the Navahos and the Mek.

But, Benoni told himself, why hadn't I ever thought of that before? I know very well that the Navahos have never heard of Seytuh, and the Mek worship a god called Thiys. I never thought of that before.

By the time they had reached Senglwi, he had decided to quit thinking. For the time being, at least. It was easier to live for the moment alone and think only of the fighting ahead.

They slept that night on the ground outside the breached walls of the conquered city. At dawn, they and their horses boarded a fleet of long low swift galleys. Word had been sent ahead by drum and by heliograph to prepare the boats.

Using an extraordinarily large crew of rowers, working day and night shifts, the galleys could make even better time than the horses. They did not have to stop to rest.

Benoni slept most of that day, for he was tired. But the next day he took his turn at rowing. Slave's work, true, but the Pwez had so ordered. If the slaves could rest while the freemen broke their backs for several hours, the slaves could row just that much harder when their turn came. And the timer could keep his gavel hammering out the full-speed beat.

They forged against the current of the broad and muddy Siy River, the Fathers of Waters, running close to the shore where the current was weakest. Then, they turned right into the mouth of the L'wan river and rowed northward. They left the civilized area and began to pass little villages inhabited by the wild-men of L'wan. Day and night they rowed, working the oars, eating, and sleeping in shifts. Not once did they stop, for they carried all they needed. And the wild-men, seeing this great fleet approach up the river, did not bother. The wild-men either shut the gates of their wooden fortress-villages or else fled into the forests.

One morning, two hours after dawn, they saw a band of horsemen standing on the left bank. These wore shining armor, and the standard-bearer at their head carried a long pole on which was mounted two wolf-heads. Lezpet gave the order, and her galley swung into the bank.

Their leader, a young lieutenant, clenched his fist to his chest. He said, "Your Excellency! You are only ten miles from Pwawwaw! You may proceed safely on your boats the rest of the way. We control the river at this point." "What has happened so far?" said Lezpet. "We did what was ordered. So far, things have turned out as planned. On receiving your message from Kaywo, the Second Army boarded galleys, leaving just enough behind for your forces to use. Part of the army went by land, because we did not have enough craft. We rendezvoused just below Pwawwaw. Part of us attacked Pwawwaw. We forced them into the fort but did not have enough men to storm it

The rest proceeded up the L'wan on the galleys. And a good thing we did.

"We ran headlong at night into a fleet of Skego soldiers. There was a battle. Every Kaywo fought without thought of surrender. We sunk their galleys and killed every soldier and slave. At a terrible cost, for they fought like demons. We lost every boat but one and all our soldiers except thirty. I, a lieutenant, was the highest left in command.

"We came back to the besiegers around Pwawwaw and waited for you. But our spies tell us that another Skego fleet is coming fast, is about forty miles up river. And about two thousand Skego cavalry on a forest road not thirty miles away. Twenty miles behind them, a great army."

"How many of the Second are besieging Pwawwaw?"

"Eight hundred and fifty."

"There are fifty of you, and a thousand warriors on these boats. A thousand and nine hundred in all. How many Pwawwaw men?"

"I would estimate about a thousand. But their women will fight by their sides, and they are all excellent archers."

"And they will all fight like furies to defend their children," said Lezpet. "And will be shooting from behind walls. Well, we haven't time to starve them out. Pwawwaw will have to be stormed inside an hour or two after we begin the attack. We have to get to the vessel of the Hairy Men, take what is valuable, and leave at once. Then, it'll be a race back to Senglwi."

She orderered soldiers aboard, and the galleys raced towards the north. A pigeon was released; it shot off to the southwest, toward its home in Senglwi. The message it carried ordered the garrison to march at once toward the confluence of the Siy and L'wan. There, if the Skego galleys did pursue the Kaywo, they could be ambushed and the fleeing Kaywo galleys could turn and fight.

Every man aboard took a turn at the oars, rowing with all his strength. The blue L'wan waters turned white before the prows; in an hour, the lookout on the lead ship saw the reflection of the sun on the armor of the Second.

Pwawwaw was the largest village of the L'wan wild-men. It lay next to a river on the left bank and was surrounded by a wall of earth on top of which was another wall of heavy logs. The inhabitants lived within the walls in square log cabins. However, on the big bluff just behind the village was a large log fort, almost a wooden castle. Here, the Pwawwaw had retreated upon first seeing the Kaywo galleys of the Second. The Kaywo had landed and burned the village to the ground. They had also stationed troops near the two gates of the fort on the bluff, just beyond arrow range.

"If the Pwawwaw had any sense," said Lezpet, "they would have come out from behind their walls and fought the besiegers. They outnumbered us until now."

"The L'wan fear us ever since the Third Army, ten years ago, made a punitive campaign up and down the river valley and burned many villages and took many captives," said the Usspika. "They learned that undisciplined and unarmored savages cannot stand against Kaywo."

"According to the report, the vessel is buried within the site of the fort," said Lezpet. "Too bad it wasn't in the village, instead. But that can't be helped."

She gave orders to have all the slaves chained to their benches on the galleys. They were to be provided with food and water so they did not suffer while the fighting went on. But she had the oars removed from the galley, since she did not want to see the slaves rowing away. Leaving only a few soldiers to watch over the slaves, she led her bodyguard and the cavalry of the First Army up the bluff.

Within a few minutes, she found that tall siege-ladders had been built from wood cut from the trees of the neighboring forest. And many wooden walls on wheels had been built so that the Kaywo might advance behind them close to the fort and be protected from arrow fire.

After complimenting the commander on his foresight, the Pwez turned her horse to face the assembled soldiers.

"Sons of the two-headed wolfl The fate of Kaywo lies in your hands! The Skego are coming swifly in great numbers! We must conquer the Pwawwaw. within the next two hours if we are to succeed I This means that we cannot count our costs and that no man must turn back, even to gather his strength for another attack! Once the charge trumpet is blown, we must go forward without pausel Sons of the wolf, you must be wolves!"

A trumpet blew the long call to action. The soldiers, chanting "Kaywo! Kaywo!" began to push the tall and thick log shields on wheels before them. Behind the pushers came files of man carrying the long and heavy siege-ladders.

Benoni, with Joel and Zhem, was not among the attackers. He was stationed about fifty yards behind them with a group of three hundred cavalry. Lezpet at' their head, they waited until the time was ripe.

As soon as the mobile walls came within arrow range of the Pwawwaw, a cloud of feathered shafts rose from the many towers and from behind the sharp points of the walls of the fort. Most of these thudded into the Kaywo shields; a few found targets among those who had dropped too far behind their shelters. After two volleys, the Pwawwaw, seeing that they were wasting arrows, ceased fire. But a powerful drumming rose from the fort, and the wild-men shrieked in their strange tongue at the attackers.

When the wheeled walls had gotten within fifty yards of the Pwawwaw ramparts, they stopped. Now, half of the men behind the mobiles fitted arrows to their bows. The other gripped the ladders and waited. The Pwawwaw, unable to hold themselves any longer, began to shoot. The disciplined Kaywo did not retaliate, despite some losses; they waited until their commander gave the signal.

He, looking through a peephole in the mobile, chose a time between the volleys. Then, he lowered his hand, a trumpeter gave the assault call, and the soldiers ran out from behind their shelters.

The archers quickly marshalled themselves into ranks of four deep. At the orders of their sergeants, they began to fire in volleys, rank by rank. And the men carrying the ladders rushed forward to the foot of the twenty-five foot high walls of the fort. Now, the arrows of the Pwawwaw began to find their flesh. Kaywo dropped, several ladders fell to the ground and were not picked up again, so many of their carriers were dead or wounded.

But the archers of the Kaywo were finding their marks, too. Many a Pwawwaw head projecting over the edge of the pointed logs dropped with an arrow in it or in the chest below the head. And the Pwawwaw suddenly quit sending over concerted fire and resorted to individual initiative.

The Kaywo gave a loud shout and raised their ladders high and planted the feet on the ground and let the upper part fall against the walls. The Kaywo bowmen now aimed at the areas where the ladders were. When a brave Pwawwaw jumped up from behind his walls to push the ladders back, he suddenly bristled with shafts.

Lezpet turned on her saddle and motioned to a wagon behind this. This had been especially fitted with a giant log mounted on top and lashed to the frame. The wagon faced backwards, and a team of twelve horses had been hitched to the specially prepared tongue. The back wheels of the wagon were on a rotatable axle; the axle could be turned several degrees to the right or left by means of cables and a huge wheel fixed to the top of the wagon. A soldier crouched on a chair and turned the wheel; he peered through a hole set in the middle of a heavy log shield and was protected by a roof. Since the ramming log took up most of the space on top of the wagon, the pilot's shelter and the wheel within were set to one side. Braces had been built on the side of the wagon to support the half of the pilot's shelter which projected.

The Pwez rode up to the ram-wagon and spoke a few words to the soldier crouched behind the steering wheel. Then she rode to a position a few yards behind the team that was to push the ram-wagon. Behind her, the three hundred cavalry arranged themselves in ranks of four abreast.

A trumpeter, at a signal from Lezpet, blew the charge call. Lezpet and some of the officers began striking the flanks of the wagon team with whips and shouted at them. At first, the horses were reluctant to gallop, as if they were afraid of this strange arrangement of pushing, instead of pulling, the wagon. But, under the sting of the lash, they began to pick up speed. Long before the wagon reached the gates of the fort, it was traveling at maximum speed.

Benoni, in the front rank of the cavalry, could see Lezpet just ahead of him, but the huge bulk of the wagon and the log it carried blocked out much of his view. So it was that he did not, at first, see that some quick-thinking and daring Pwawwaw were opening the gates. Their intention was to swing them open just enough to allow the wagon to come speeding through, and perhaps, a few of the cavalry. Then the gates would be swung shut, and the Kaywo would have lost their only immediate chance to burst the gates apart.

Lezpet, however, saw at once what the Pwawwaw were planning. She spurred her stallion to race around the team and drew up alongside the wagon. Despite the rumble made by the wagon's wheels, she managed to shout out an order. And she dropped back.

The pilot turned the front wheels just in time; the wagon veered; the great butt of the log, projecting six feet ahead of the wagon, crashed into the edge of the right gate and flung it back against the wall, sending the Pwawwaw who were holding it rolling over and over.

The ram struck the gate and the wall behind it with an impact that tore the gate from its hinges and bent the logs of the wall backwards.

The horses driving the wagon piled into the rear of the wagon as their traces broke, and they became a kicking, screaming tangle. The pilot house itself was ripped loose and smashed against the gate, killing the pilot.

But the ramming had not only opened the way to the cavalry; the impact had knocked off the archers on that side of the gate, sent them tumbling to the ground. And reduced the effective fire against the horsemen pouring through the gateway.

The next ten minutes was a melee. Benoni found himself engulfed in a swirling mob, but the Pwawwaw were all on foot, and he could strike downwards. His sword rose and fell, rose and fell. Kaywo around him went down as arrows fired from the wall struck them or their horses: or Pwawwaw leaped up from the ground and dragged them off their saddles.

But, by then, many of the Kaywo on the siege-ladders had successfully climbed up the ladders, over the walls, and onto the platforms behind the walls. After clearing some areas of the defenders, they fought others while archers began shooting at the Pwawwaw on the ground within the enclosure.

One of the arrows went through the belly of the chief of the Pwawwaw. The chief, standing on a platform and directing the fighting, toppled off into the swirling mob around him. Another Pwawwaw, a subchief, picked up the fallen standard, a pole with a wild boar's head at its end. Benoni, his horse shoved against the platform by the weight of the crowd, struck out with his sword and half-severed the subchief's leg. The standard fell within reach of Benoni; he picked it up, rose in his stirrups the better to be seen by all, and waved the standard.

The Kaywo cheered and began to press around Benoni to defend him against the Pwawwaw struggling to regain it. Some of the heart seemed to go out of many of the barbarians. Perhaps, in their belief, the standard contained the strength of the Pwawwaw, and he who possessed it possessed their strength.

Whatever the explanation, the battle went speedily in the Kaywo's favor. A few minutes later, the Kaywo burst into the big longhouse in the middle of the fort. Here, they found the children and many of .the women huddled, expecting to be slaughtered or captured for slavery. But Lezpet had ordered that they be dispossessed as quickly as possible, if the Pwawwaw men saw that they were not harmed, they might not fight so desperately.

Lezpet shouted orders; the Kaywo managed to form themselves into two lines. Between the avenue made by the lines, the women and children fled for the gates. Many fell and were crushed beneath the panicky crowd, but the majority managed to get outside. From there, they fled towards the woods. Then, the Kaywo regrouped and fought towards the other end of the fort. After reaching it, they unbarred the other gate and admitted the Kaywo outside it.

From then on, it was slaughter and flight. The Pwawwaw men, finding that the Kaywo were making no effort to keep them from leaving through the gates, broke and ran.

The Kaywo had no difficulty finding the vessel of the Hairy Men from the Stars. It lay in a huge excavation beside the northern wall.

Benoni, reigning in his horse beside Lezpet, said, "It looks just like the one I saw on the plains!"

Lezpet slid from her horse, ran down the steps into die excavation, and stopped before the towering bulk. The vessel was only partly uncovered; over-two-thirds of it was still buried under dirt. But a ramp of earth led up to a window, and she could see within.

Benoni stood by her, for the window was a circle ten feet across, and also looked. The glass or metal was clear. The sun was at the correct angle to flood the interior. They had no trouble making out details.

There were many things that looked alien; they were incomprehensible to him. That was to be expected. Beings that controlled such power would use devices beyond his understanding.

One thing he did understand. The skeletons on the floor of the chamber within the ship. The Hairy Men from the Stars, who had died when their ship fell. There were six of them, lying here and there. The skull of one was broken open, doubdess from the impact so many hundreds of years ago.

The skulls and skeletons seemed to resemble those of human beings. From this distance, Benoni could detect only two outstanding differences. Every skull had very prominent cheekbones. And every hand had six fingers.

Lezpet stepped back and said, "How do we get in? There don't seem to be any doors."

She ordered a Pwawwaw prisoner, a wounded man, brought to her. The fellow spoke only his native language, but one of her officers, a specialist in Pwawwaw, translated.

"Have any of you entered this?" she said.

The officer directed the question; the fellow spewed forth some gibberish.

"He says that they have tried to get in. But that, so far, they have found nothing that even looks like a door. Moreover, the metal has resisted all their efforts. They pounded two days on the window and didn't even make a dent. Broke all the tools."

Lezpet bit her lip, and she said, "The First would laugh at us if we sacrificed so many and then had to leave empty-handed. Perhaps, there may be an entrance farther back on the ship. But we've no time to dig away all that dirt."

Benoni left the ramp and walked along the curving silvery bulk of the vessel. He searched on both sides and returned to the Pwez.

"The skin of the vessel is absolutely smooth," he said. "Except for six slight indentations. These are arranged in a circle, not as wide as my hand."

"Perhaps, they mean something," said Lezpet. "But what?"

Benoni looked again inside the room. Would they have to leave the ship as they found her? Go away with the mysteries, and possible treasuries of the Hairy Men forever unknown?

"At least, Your Excellency," he said, "If we can't get in, neither can the Skego."

"The Skego will have all the time they need to uncover the rest of the ship," she said, furiously. "And time to study means for getting in. No, we have to find its secret now! Within the next few hours!"

Benoni looked at the skeletons again. Six fingers on each hand. He tried to imagine what those hands looked like when clothed with flesh.

Then, abruptly, he spun around and raced down the ramp of earth.

"What is it?" said the Pwez, but he did not bother to answer. He ran along the side of the vessel until just before the rear half plunged into the wall of the excavation. Then, he extended one hand with the five fingers and the other hand with one finger extended. And he pressed down on the six indentations forming a circle.

Immediately, a great circular crack appeared in the smooth skin.

Benoni shouted, and Lezpet came running. "What is it?"

She had no need for an explanation. A section of the skin was sinking inwards. Within a minute, the circular portion had sunk a half-foot, then begun sliding to the left into the skin itself.

Benoni told her what he had done. She, forgetting her dignity for a second, squealed with joy. "First abovel It took a wild-man to solve it! You have shamed us Kaywo!"

She motioned to the soldiers to bring the Pwawwaw prisoner. Through the interpreter, she said, "You are lying to me. Did none of your people press down on those indentations?"

The prisoner's eyes were wide at the sight of the sliding door. He said, "Yes, some of us did. But nothing happened."

"That is because they naturally used only five fingers of their hand," said Benoni.

Now that they could see within, they hung back. The interior was dark and silent, dark and silent with a thousand years and the dangers of beings from a star so distant it made the head reel to think about it.

Lezpet looked about her, looked at the awe they made no effort to disguise. Then, turning, she stepped into the entrance. If she was as reluctant as they, she did not show it.

Benoni took a torch from a man and followed her. The torch showed a small chamber with nothing in it except some buttons and a metal bulb on the wall. Beyond was a corridor; it joined another at right angles that seemed to run the length of the ship.

Lezpet stopped and said, "I will go forward with three men to the room that we saw through the window. You, Rider, will go to the rear with three more. Colonel, you send two men each to each chamber. Pick up everything that can be carried and bring it outside. Look for anything that might be a weapon. But, for the sake of the First, do not do anything but carry it outside. We do not want to be releasing unknown powers."

Benoni led his men down the main corridor to the rear. At the end of the corridor was a huge room. The walls were lined with great metal boxes, twice as tall as himself. On the sides of these were little windows of glass and needles pointing to strange symbols. He did not know the use of the boxes, but it was useless to examine them. They were stuck to the floor. In any event, they were too large to carry in a wagon or galley.

He directed each man to enter one of the rear chambers. He went into another. This was a large room with many chairs and tables bolted to the metal floor. A narrow platform ran along one wall, and a white sheet of metal above the platform covered the wall.

On a metal table in the middle of the room was a large metal box. This was bolted to the table. It had several buttons on the side and a circular metal window at one end. The window pointed towards the white metal sheet on the wall.

Benoni looked into the window but could see nothing except blackness. What could this strange device have been used for? Perhaps, if he pressed one of the buttons on the side, the device might be activated, just as pressing the indentations on the side of the vessel had activated the door.

But the Pwez, with good reason, had forbidden them to experiment.

Benoni did not see how this box could be a weapon. In the first place, the chairs and tables, and the scattered debris, showed that this might have been some sort of lounge. Or, perhaps, a lecture room. The lecturer could have stood on the platform.

Unable to resist, Benoni pushed in on one of the buttons, then sprang back. Nothing happened.

Shakily, he extended his hand and pressed on another button. And sprang back. Nothing.

There was a third button. Almost, he decided to forget about it and continue his search in another room. But he had taken no more than two steps before he turned back to the box. This time, when he pressed the last button, he got a response that almost sent liirn running out of the doorway.

A light shot from the eye in the box, and a square of brightness appeared on the white metal sheet against the wall.

Benoni froze, his finger over the button. If this were some horrible weapon, if the wall started to melt, he had to stop it.

But the brightness was suddenly changed, and it became a configuration of shadows.

For a moment, because he had never seen such a thing, he did not make any pattern, any sense, out of the shadows on the wall. Then, as if somebody had pressed a button within him, he saw that the shadows were moving pictures!

And what pictures! Great buildings that made even the giant structures of Kaywo look like ant heaps. Men and women in strange clothes And the Hairy Men bestial looking with the shaggy reddish fur, the pointed ears, and monstrously prominent cheeks.

The pictures seemed to be of fighting in the streets. Evidently, they had been made during the taking of a city by the Hairy Men. There were many types of devices that made the fronts of stone buildings go up in dust. But the one that interested him most was a hand weapon. The Hairy Men pointed it at their enemies, and the enemies disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

Hearing voices down the hall, Benoni hastily pressed on the button that had activated the picture box. The pictures on the wall continued moving. He pressed down on another button; the pictures speeded up in their action, became a blur.

Sweating, in an agony because he might be detected in disobedience, he pressed the third button. The light blinked out, and the pictures disappeared.

Benoni went out into the corridor and asked the lieutenant he found there if he had discovered anything of value. The lieutenant shrugged and said they had found many portable objects. Who knew if they were of value? Doubtless, they must have been to the Hairy Men, but they would have to be evaluated after they were taken to Kay wo.

Benoni located the three men he had sent to search and questioned them. One took him to a large room which was obviously a storeroom. Here, in a bin, Benoni found about two hundred of the handweapons he had seen in the moving pictures. And, in a bin next to the first, thousands of metal cylinders. These, he knew from the pictures, were placed in the weapons and discharged.

Benoni stood before the bins for several moments in an agony of indecision. A few Kaywo, equipped with these, could defeat an army. If the Skego showed up in force at this moment, they could be blasted apart. If the weapons were taken back to Kaywo, the wise men might be able to analyze their workings and even manufacture more like them. Which would mean that Kaywo would soon conquer the entire land. They would not need the Eyzonuh. In fact, it was inevitable that his people would be defeated and enslaved.

Yet, he had sworn to be loyal to the Pwez, to save her from harm if it meant giving up his own life.

If he kept his oath, he would be betraying his people. If he carried out his duty to them, he broke his oath.

Finally, he saw his way clear. For the moment, at least. There was nothing he could do to prevent the weapons being taken to Kaywo. But he could put off the moment of knowledge about the weapons by keeping silent. Sooner or later, the Kaywo would know. Every moment of ignorance on their part, however, meant another moment of survival and hope for his people.

If he took a weapon and the cylinders back to Eyzonuh, they might be duplicated there. That would give the Eyzonuh a fighting chance against the Kaywo. His loyalty to the Pwez went only as far as the literal words of the oath. He would fight for her against Skego or any enemies that arose during their return to her country. And, if he must, he would give his life to protect hers.

But no-one, not even Jehovah, could expect him to betray his own people. And, first chance he got, he would formally renounce the oath. That was the only way out.

On the pretext that he wanted to bring others into the room to start carrying out the artifacts, he sent the Kaywo out to get them. As soon as the man stepped into the hall, Benoni dropped two of the weapons and several hundred or so of the cylinders into his knapsack. He returned to the room with the picture box and inspected the box. At its rear was a door that swung open when he pulled on its handle. Inside was a smaller aperture; a handle protruded from its middle. He pulled on the handle, and a little black box came out. At the front of the box were two short meta prongs; these had fitted into two receptacles at the far end of the chamber into which the little box fitted.

Benoni planned to drop the box some place where the Skego would not find it. He did not know its purpose, but he hoped that the larger box would not operate without it. To test, he pressed on the starter push-button, and the box did not project any pictures.

Quickly, he searched the room, found a locker full of small boxes with two prongs and just the size of the one he had removed. He stepped out into the hall and ordered two soldiers to remove these. Now, the Skego would not know how to operate the handweapons even if they should succeed in capturing them.

The ship was looted of all detachable objects, and the objects were transferred to three wagons. Just as the last load was being taken out of the vessel, an officer rode up the hill and reported to the Pwez.

"We have just sighted an immense fleet of galleys coming around the bend," he said. "They are only a few miles away. And the first of the Skego cavalry have appeared out of the forest road. If we don't hurry, we will be cut off from the valley."

Lezpet rode to the top of the bluff to see for herself,

Benoni behind her. The officer's report was true. Over a hundred galleys filled the river, their long oars rising and dipping in a frenzy. Also, the first of a long line of horsemen were racing towards the beached galleys of the Kaywo, only a mile away.

"There will be a very large force between us and the galleys before we can get down there," said Lezpet. "Enough to delay until the Skego gallies have arrived. We could never make it."

She turned to her cousin, the Usspika. "We'll have to escape by land. We'll take that forest road you were telling me about, the one that leads along the bluffs for a while, then dips down to the river road."

"We can't make any time if we carry our wounded along," said the Usspika.

"I hate to do this to men who have fought so bravely for me and for Kaywo," said Lezpet. "But we can't lose everything they fought for. Kill all those who are too wounded to ride. Tell them their names will be inscribed forever on the Column of Heroes, and their families will never have to go hungry or be without a roof over their heads."

The Usspika saluted and rode off. Tears appeared in Lezpet's eyes. Seeing Benoni look at her, she wiped them away and shook her head angrily.

"Kaywo comes first," she said. "Those men will die with the name of their motherland on their lips and blessing me."

She rode to the head of the hastily assembling column. Of the nineteen hundred who had ridden up the bluff to the Pwawwaw fort, less than half could now sit a horse.

"A high cost," she said. "But it will be worth it."

An officer reined in his horse before her. "The Skego are already beginning to climb the bluff! Do you want some of us to attack, to hold them and give you more time?"

"You could not hold them very long," she said. "It would not be worth it. Your swords will be more valuable later on."

She looked around to make sure that the bloody business of dispatching the wounded was done. Then, she gave the signal to ride. And she spurred her horse into a breakneck gallop. Behind came the cavalry and the three wagons, piled high with the artifacts from the ship.

The road was a dirt track, hemmed in by the thick growth of trees, wide enough for two horses abreast. It wound in and out over the bluff for three miles, then suddenly went down the bluff and toward the river. At the crest of the hill, Lezpet stopped her horse and looked northwards. Far down below and to the north was a long line of horsemen galloping on the dirt road that followed the river.

"We are about three miles ahead of them," she said. "And our horses must be much fresher than theirs. I think we have more than a good chance."

They rode down the bluff slowly, for the road was steep. From the foot of the bluff, the road angled off towards the river road. Two miles of dirt, and they reached the river. Here, the track lay between the bluffs to their right and the river to their left. They could not see the pursuing horsemen, but they could see the first of the galleys, still churning water.

"If we took to the woods, we might lose them," said Lezpet. "But we could never get the wagons through the forest. No, we'll keep on running until we find a good place to make a stand. Perhaps . . . well, never mind. Forward!"

At one of the stops they made to give their horses a short but absolutely necessary rest, Benoni slipped into the woods. Here, he opened the back of the handweapon as he had seen the Hairy Men do in the moving pictures. The cylinders, which tapered slightly at one end, he slid one at a time into the twenty receptacles of the revolving chamber inside the weapon. He closed the lid and then sighted along the barrel of the weapon. There was a little projection near its far end; this, he supposed, was to aid in aiming. A button on the inside of the butt in his hand must, he reasoned, be pressed to activate the weapon. It was the only external projection. He would have liked to test the weapon, but he was afraid that the result would alarm the Kaywo. If they found out he was concealing knowledge.

He rejoined the column and mounted his horse. The Kaywo resumed the march with a canter; there was no use running the horses until they foundered.

After two miles, they came to a point where the road swung to the right and entered a narrow valley formed by two steep cliffs. The makers of this rough road had been forced to take this path, for the bluff on the left abutted on the riverbank.

Lezpet stopped her horse. "This would be a good place to leave a holding force," she said.

The Usspika said, "What will keep the Skego from going around, on the other side of this bluff?"

"Nothing will keep them from trying," she said. "But they will have to go through very dense forest and take a long time getting around. I think they will try fighting their way through this valley before they try that. By then, we will have the wagons miles away. And they will never catch up."

A scout galloped down the length of the column and reined his horse sharply before the Pwez.

"The Skego galleys are less than half a mile away!"

"They must be working their slaves until they foam at the mouth," said Lezpet. "If we can keep ahead of them long enough, we can tire them out."

She called for volunteers to station themselves at the entrance to the valley. Every man raised his sword to indicate his willingness. Benoni was among them. Not that he was so willing to fight what had to be a fatal battle—under ordinary circumstances—but that he felt that he could fight his way out with the Hairy Men's weapon and then, having been left behind by the Pwez, desert with a good conscience.

But she did not pick him among the two hundred she chose as a Leonidean force.

A hundred and fifty stationed themselves behind rocks piled across the face of the entrance. Another fifty climbed to the top of both sides of the valley, there to shoot arrows and roll rocks down on the Skego. The Pwez, after saluting the valiants who would stay behind, led the rest through the valley. This ran for three miles between ever narrowing and steeper cliffs. Their progress was slowed down because of the muddy and slippery soil. Suddenly, the bluffs fell away, and the open road and the river were before them. Also before them were Skego. On foot.

The Pwez halted her horse. "The galleys got here first," she said. "Some, anyway. We'll have to charge, try to break through them."

Benoni, calculating their chances, saw that they would not be able to present a broad front to the Skego. Coming out of the narrow valley, they had no chance to spread out before running into the Skego. And archers were climbing the sides of the hills and up trees.

Benoni, hoping that no one would notice him because they were all eyeing the Skego, pulled one of the weapons out of the knapsack. He put it in his left hand and held his sword in the other. When they charged, he would exchange the two.

The Usspika said, "You must go back to the middle of the column, Your Excellency. Those in the front are bound to die. We cannot take a chance that you will be killed. Or, worse, taken prisoner. The heart would go out of the men. And the Skego might then capture the treasure of the Hairy Men."

Lezpet hesitated a moment. Then she said, "I do not like to act like a cowardly woman, cousin. But, for the good of Kaywo, I will do as you say."

Benoni, Joel, and Zhem, as part of her bodyguard, rode back with her to the middle of the column. Benoni was pleased. Being surrounded by so many people, all intent on the Skego, would make it easier to use the weapon.

The trumpeter blew the signal to charge. Screaming, "Kaywo! Kaywo!" the column lurched forward, then began to pick up speed. By the time the first of the Kaywo left the valley, the entire force was at a gallop.

The Skego stood massed just outside the entrance, a solid body of bristling spears. And others were hurrying from the river to join them as swiftly as the late-arriving galleys could be beached and their soldiers could leap overboard.

The first of the Kaywo went down, arrows sticking from their bodies or the flesh of their horses. Those behind leaped over them or also went down as their horses were caught in the flailing legs of the fallen. Then, the Kaywo had rammed into the spears of the Skego, fallen transfixed on the front ranks. Behind them came the swinging swords of their fellows, and the Skego were falling, too.

Just before getting to the mouth of the valley, Benoni urged his horse to one side and slowed it. He transferred his sword to his left; the hand weapon, to his right. He raised the device, sighted along its barrel at a group of Skego running up from the bank. And pressed on the button.

The weapon recoiled slightly. A cloud of smoke and a loud noise came from the group at which he had aimed.

Heads and arms and broken bodies hurled out of the smoke. When the smoke cleared, there were at least twenty torn bodies. And the men near them were standing as if paralyzed, not knowing what had happened.

Benoni was awed at the results and somewhat scared, too. However, he aimed again, this time at the edge of the melee, where a number of Skego were trying to get close enough to use their spears. Another cloud of smoke and a bang like a giant clapping his hands. A dozen torn-apart bodies.

The noises had had one unfortunate effect. It had frightened the horses close to the explosion so that they reared and upset many of their riders. That could not be helped. Any more than it could be helped when he fired a third time and blew apart some of the Kaywo along with a good number of Skego.

Now, he aimed over the heads of the group at a galley that had just beached and was disgorging its cargo of fifty soldiers. The explosion took place too far from the boat to do anything but scare the soldiers. He lowered the sights a trifle and pressed the button again. This time, the front half of the boat blew apart. He turned his attention to the rocks and the trees concealing the Skego archers. He held the button down and saw one cloud after another appear, and rocks, bodies, and trees fly apart. And the archers, throwing down their bows, ran as if Seytuh himself were after them.

When he had released pressure on the button, it was only because the handweapon had ceased functioning. It was the work of less than a minute to open the lid and place twenty more cylinders within the revolving chamber. There was no sign of the spent cylinders; he supposed that they had been self-immolated when they did their work.

He put his sword in its scabbard and urged his horse into a full gallop. By then, the Skego had retreated, and the survivors of the Kaywo were riding down the road, the three wagons among them. When Benoni came out of the valley, the others were far ahead of him. The Skego, seeing a lone rider, ran to intercept him.

Two shots killed a dozen of the foremost; the others turned and ran in the opposite direction as swifdy as they had come towards him. And he was away from them.

It did not take him long to catch up. The Kaywo had stopped and were staring at a barricade of logs on the road ahead of them.

"You got awayl" said Zhem exultandy. "I thought you were killed."

"Who threw that up?" said Benoni, pointing at the barricade.

"Wild-men. L'wan from some of the villages around here. But they wouldn't have done it on their own. We've seen some men in helmets with red horsehair plumes. Skego agents."

Benoni urged his horse closer to the Pwez, and he said to Zhem, "Why don't we charge them?"

"The wild-men outnumber us two to one. Must be over a thousand."

Benoni pointed at the river and said, "Here come some more Skego gallies."

The Pwez was talking to a colonel, second-in-command now that the Usspika had fallen. "I do not know what caused those explosions," she was saying. "Perhaps they were lightning bolts thrown by the First to help us, as you say. But, if they were, why doesn't the First destroy that barricade? And, with it, die savages?"

"Perhaps he will, when we charge," said the colonel.

"There must be some other explanation," said Lezpet. Maybe they had a new weapon, but it wasn't tested sufficiently, and it exploded before it was supposed to."

"We have to go through the L'wan or around them," said the colonel. "The Skego will be beaching their gallies soon."

"It'd be suicide to go through the forest. There must be a L'wan behind every tree. No, it's through them."

The bugler was dead, and no one had picked up his horn. So, the Pwez gave the signal, and the five hundred charged. Benoni, riding just behind the Pwez, fired past her. The logs of the barricade flew out of the smoke. With them, pieces of bodies.

The deafening blasts, however, frightened the horses, and they stopped and reared or bolted off into the forest. The horses that kept running straight ahead smashed into those that had stopped. Then, if the L'wan had charged, they would have caught the Kaywo in a very bad situation. But the L'wan were too busy running for their fives into the forest.

By the time the horses had been settled down and order restored, seven Skego gallies had beached.

"Take the boats!" screamed Lezpet. "If we can capture some gallies, we'll have a better chance of getting awayl No more ambushes!"

She spurred her horse towards the men jumping from the boats into the shallow water. The other followed her. All except Benoni.

He rode to the river's edge and aimed at the five gallies just coming up to help the others already beached. Now, he kept the button pressed and corrected his aim according to the gouts of water from the misses. Three of the boats blew up before he had to reload. Two of the survivors rammed their prows into the soft mud of the bank, and the Skego climbed out. Benoni finished reloading, sank the third, and then blasted the group assembling for battle array. There were a hundred of them when he started shooting. After the smoke cleared, fifty were permanently out of action. The rest were running towards the forest.

He emptied the weapon at them to stimulate their panic, then reloaded and replaced it in his knapsack. With sword in hand, he steered his horse into the melee.

It was bloody work for five minutes before the surviving Skego broke. They tried to shove their galleys back into the river; two boats did get away and began floating downstream with only a few aboard. The other boats were saved; the would-be refugees were cut down in the shallow waters alongside their craft.

"It's too late, Your Excellency!" said the colonel. He was pale, clutching a fountaining gash on his right arm, and swaying on the saddle. "See! They'll be on us before we can get a good start!"

Lezpet looked at the twenty galleys speeding towards them, and she frowned. What the colonel said was true. They could get aboard the captured boats. But, by the time they could start rowing, their avenue of escape would be cut off.

"It's too bad we lost so much time and so many men trying to take these," she said. "So be it. Perhaps the First will intercede some more to save us."

Benoni hesitated for a minute. Should he tell her the truth? If he did, the Kaywo could unload the weapons from the wagons, charge the weapons with the cylinders, and sink all twenty of the Skego craft. But then Kaywo would be the inevitable conqueror of Eyzonuh. And Lezpet would execute him for not having told her when he first found out the weapon's use.

No, better to wait and see what would happen.

"Let's ride the river road," said Lezpet. "Perhaps, the First will not run out of thunderbolts."

"Why not trust the First to sink those ships for us?" said the colonel.

Lezpet opened her mouth to answer but gasped instead. The colonel had fainted and fallen off his horse.

A soldier dismounted to examine him. He looked up and said, "I think he broke his neck, Your Excellency. He's dead."

They rode off at a canter, for their horses were tiring. No L'wan or Slcego agents appeared to bar their way. Benoni, suddenly seeing how they could escape, pulled his horse to a stop. He got off and pretended to be examining the hoof of his horse, as if it were injured. Apparently, his ruse worked, for the others rode by. Zhem had not noticed that he had stopped; he was riding with the others, close to Lezpet.

As soon as the last of the column had disappeared around a bend in the road, Benoni led his horse into the woods. Near the bank, he tied the animal to a bush and then walked to a tree close to the bank. The Skego galleys came opposite him just as he reached the tree, and they were not twenty yards from him. He knelt by the tree, steadied the weapon against the trunk, and pressed the button.

One after the other, the galleys blew up. He reloaded and re-emptied the weapon until the last of the boats broke in half and sank.

Benoni paused a moment before placing more cylinders in the revolving chamber. His plan had worked out so far. Now, he could catch up with the others and tell them that the First had sunk the remaining boats. They could return and board the galleys they had left on the bank. Unless something unforeseen happened, nothing would bar them from rowing down the L'wan and to the Siy.

He looked at the last of the boats as its stern turned over before sinking and at the hundreds of men struggling in the swift current. Most of them would drown, for they wore armor. Owning this weapon, he thought, was almost like being a god. Twenty boats and a thousand men destroyed in less than sixty seconds I

But, what kind of a world would it be if everyone had a weapon like this? Then, a great warrior would be less than a man, for a half-grown woman could destroy him merely by pressing a button. Would it not be best if the weapons were to disappear forever?

Still, this moment could never be taken away from him. He Was if not a god . . .

For a second, he could not understand what had happened. The shock drained away, and he knew that that was a spear with its head half-buried in the tree and the shaft vibrating. It had come so close that the head had burned his arm yet not drawn blood.

He leaped to his feet, whirling as he did so, the weapon coming up in his hand, pointed at the unknown enemy.

Unknown no longer, Joel Vahndert stood not less than fifty yards away. He was drawing his arm back for another try with a second javelin.

Benoni pointed the weapon and pressed on the button. Nothing happened. He cursed as he realized that he had not reloaded the weapon. Joel threw the javelin. Benoni threw himself to one side, and the javelin whizzed through the space where he had been. Joel, drawing his sword from his scabbard, was running towards him.

Benoni opened the little door in the back of the weapon, fumbled in his knapsack, found two cylinders, but dropped them as he tried to place both at the same time in the revolving chamber.

There was a shout from behind Joel. Zhem appeared from the bushes. Joel whirled, saw Zhem, and kept on spinning. Evidently, he had decided that Benoni was the more dangerous. He must have seen Benoni use the weapon and must realize that, if Benoni were to load it, he was dead.

Benoni rose and hurled the weapon at Joel's face, striking him over the nose. Joel's head flew back, and blood appeared over his face. But he kept on running. Benoni had time to draw his sword; Joel was like a whirlwind, striking with great force; he drove Benoni backwards.

Benoni's foot slipped on the mud at the edge of the bank, and he fell backwards five feet into the water. Joel poised to leap into the water after him and to strike him down before he could get up. But a dark form soared through the air and leaped on his back. Both tumbled forward into the water, went under, and came up apart.

Benoni got to his feet and found himself waist-deep. He waded towards Joel, who still had his sword in his hand.