So no one stirred from the palisade while the buccaneers came ash.o.r.e, dark-faced men in flaming silk and polished steel, with scarfs bound about their heads and gold hoops in their ears. They camped on the beach, a hundred and seventy-odd of them, and Valenso noticed that Zarono posted lookouts on both points. They did not molest the gardens, and only the three beeves designated by Valenso, shouting from the palisade, were driven forth and slaughtered.
Fires were kindled on the strand, and a wattled cask of ale was brought ash.o.r.e and broached.
Other kegs were filled with water from the spring that rose a short distance south of the fort, and men began to straggle toward the woods, crossbows in their hands. Seeing this, Valenso was moved to shout to Zarono, striding back and forth through the camp: "Don"t let your men go into the forest. Take another steer from the pens if you haven"t enough meat. If they go trampling into the woods they may fall foul of the Picts.
"Whole tribes of the painted devils live back in the forest. We beat off an attack shortly after we landed, and since then six of my men have been murdered in the forest, at one time or another. There"s peace between us just now, but it hangs by a thread. Don"t risk stirring them up."
Zarono shot a startled glance at the lowering woods, as if he expected to see hordes of savage figures lurking there. Then he bowed and said: "I thank you for the warning, my lord." And he shouted for his men to come back, in a rasping voice that contrasted strangely with his courtly accents when addressing the Count.
If Zarono could have penetrated the leafy mask he would have been more apprehensive, if he could have seen the sinister figure that lurked there, watching the strangers with inscrutable black eyes a hideously painted warrior, naked but for a doe-skin breech-clout, with a toucan feather drooping over his left ear.
As evening drew on a thin skim of grey crawled up from the sea-rim and overcast the sky. The sun sank in a wallow of crimson, touching the tips of the black waves with blood. Fog crawled out of the sea and lapped at the feet of the forest, curling about the stockade in smoky wisps.
The fires on the beach shone dull crimson through the mist, and the singing of the buccaneers seemed deadened and far away. They had brought old sail-canvas from the carack and made them shelters along the strand, where beef was still roasting, and the ale granted them by their 112.
captain was doled out sparingly.
The great gate was shut and barred. Soldiers stolidly tramped the ledges of the palisade, pike on shoulder, beads of moisture glistening on their steel caps. They glanced uneasily at the fires on the beach, stared with greater fixity toward the forest, now a vague dark line in the crawling fog. The compound lay empty of life, a bare, darkened s.p.a.ce. Candles gleamed feebly through the cracks of the huts, and light streamed from the windows of the manor. There was silence except for the tread of the sentries, the drip of water from the eaves, and the distant singing of the buccaneers.
Some faint echo of this singing penetrated into the great hall where Valenso sat at wine with his unsolicited guest.
"Your men make merry, sir," grunted the Count.
"They are glad to feel the sand under their feet again," answered Zarono. "It has been a wearisome voyage yes, a long, stern chase." He lifted his goblet gallantly to the unresponsive girl who sat on his host"s right, and drank ceremoniously.
Impa.s.sive attendants ranged the walls, soldiers with pikes and helmets, servants in satin coats.
Valenso"s household in this wild land was a shadowy reflection of the court he had kept in Kordava.
The manor house, as he insisted on calling it, was a marvel for that coast. A hundred men had worked night and day for months building it. Its log-walled exterior was devoid of ornamentation, but within it was as nearly a copy of Korzetta Castle as was possible. The logs that composed the walls of the hall were hidden with heavy silk tapestries, worked in gold.
Ship beams, stained and polished, formed the beams of the lofty ceiling. The floor was covered with rich carpets. The broad stair that led up from the hall was likewise carpeted, and its ma.s.sive bal.u.s.trade had once been a galleon"s rail.
A fire in the wide stone fireplace dispelled the dampness of the night. Candles in the great silver candelabrum in the center of the broad mahogany board lit the hall, throwing long shadows on the stair. Count Valenso sat at the head of that table, presiding over a company composed of his niece, his piratical guest, Galbro, and the captain of the guard. The smallness of the company emphasized the proportions of the vast board, where fifty guests might have sat at ease.
"You followed Strom?" asked Valenso. "You drove him this far afield?"
"I followed Strom," laughed Zarono, "but he was not fleeing from me. Strom is not the man to 113.
flee from anyone. No; he came seeking for something; something I too desire."
"What could tempt a pirate or a buccaneer to this naked land?" muttered Valenso, staring into the sparkling contents of his goblet.
"What could tempt a count of Kordava?" retorted Zarono, and an avid light burned an instant in his eyes.
"The rottenness of a royal court might sicken a man of honor," remarked Valenso.
"Korzettas of honor have endured its rottenness with tranquility for several generations," said Zarono bluntly. "My lord, indulge my curiosity why did you sell your lands, load your galleon with the furnishings of your castle and sail over the horizon out of the knowledge of the king and the n.o.bles of Zingara? And why settle here, when your sword and your name might carve out a place for you in any civilized land?"
Valenso toyed with the golden seal-chain about his neck.
"As to why I left Zingara," he said, "that is my own affair. But it was chance that left me stranded here. I had brought all my people ash.o.r.e, and much of the furnishings you mentioned, intending to build a temporary habitation. But my ship, anch.o.r.ed out there in the bay, was driven against the cliffs of the north point and wrecked by a sudden storm out of the west. Such storms are common enough at certain times of the year. After that there was naught to do but remain and make the best of it."
"Then you would return to civilization, if you could?"
"Not to Kordava. But perhaps to some far clime to Vendhya, or Khitai "
"Do you not find it tedious here, my Lady?" asked Zarono, for the first time addressing himself directly to Belesa.
Hunger to see a new face and hear a new voice had brought the girl to the great hall that night.
But now she wished she had remained in her chamber with Tina. There was no mistaking the meaning in the glance Zarono turned on her. His speech was decorous and formal, his expression sober and respectful; but it was but a mask through which gleamed the violent and sinister spirit of the man. He could not keep the burning desire out of his eyes when he looked at the aristocratic young beauty in her low-necked satin gown and jeweled girdle.
"There is little diversity here," she answered in a low voice.
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"If you had a ship," Zarono bluntly asked his host, "you would abandon this settlement?"
"Perhaps," admitted the Count.
"I have a ship," said Zarono. "If we could reach an agreement "
"What sort of an agreement?" Valenso lifted his head to stare suspiciously at his guest.
"Share and share alike," said Zarono, laying his hand on the board with the fingers wide spread. The gesture was curiously reminiscent of a great spider. But the fingers quivered with curious tension, and the buccaneer"s eyes burned with a new light.
"Share what?" Valenso stared at him in evident bewilderment. "The gold I brought with me went down in my ship, and unlike the broken timbers, it did not wash ash.o.r.e."
"Not that!" Zarono made an impatient gesture. "Let us be frank, my lord. Can you pretend it was chance which caused you to land at this particular spot, with a thousand miles of coast from which to choose?"
"There is no need for me to pretend," answered Valenso coldly. "My ship"s master was one Zingelito, formerly a buccaneer. He had sailed this coast, and persuaded me to land here, telling me he had a reason he would later disclose. But this reason he never divulged, because the day after we landed he disappeared into the woods, and his headless body was found later by a hunting party. Obviously he was ambushed and slain by the Picts."
Zarono stared fixedly at Valenso for a s.p.a.ce.
"Sink me," quoth he at last, "I believe you, my lord. A Korzetta has no skill at lying, regardless of his other accomplishments. And I will make you a proposal. I will admit when I anch.o.r.ed out there in the bay I had other plans in mind. Supposing you to have already secured the treasure, I meant to take this fort by strategy and cut all your throats. But circ.u.mstances have caused me to change my mind " he cast a glance at Belesa that brought the color into her face, and made her lift her head indignantly.
"I have a ship to carry you out of exile," said the buccaneer, "with your household and such of your retainers as you shall choose. The rest can fend for themselves."
The attendants along the walls shot uneasy glances side-long at each other. Zarono went on, too brutally cynical to conceal his intentions.
"But first you must help me secure the treasure for which I"ve sailed a thousand miles."
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"What treasure, in Mitra"s name?" demanded the Count angrily. "You are yammering like that dog Strom, now."
"Did you ever hear of b.l.o.o.d.y Tranicos, the greatest of the Barachan pirates?" asked Zarono.
"Who has not? It was he who stormed the island castle of the exiled prince Tothmekri of Stygia, put the people to the sword and bore off the treasure the prince had brought with him when he fled from Khemi."
"Aye! And the tale of that treasure brought the men of the Red Brotherhood swarming like vultures after a carrion pirates, buccaneers, even the black corsairs from the South. Fearing betrayal by his captains, he fled northward with one ship, and vanished from the knowledge of men. That was nearly a hundred years ago.
"But the tale persists that one man survived that last voyage, and returned to the Barachans, only to be captured by a Zingaran war-ship. Before he was hanged he told his story and drew a map in his own blood, on parchment, which he smuggled somehow out of his captor"s reach.
This was the tale he told: Tranicos had sailed far beyond the paths of shipping, until he came to a bay on a lonely coast, and there he anch.o.r.ed. He went ash.o.r.e, taking his treasure and eleven of his most trusted captains who had accompanied him on his ship. Following his orders, the ship sailed away, to return in a week"s time, and pick up their admiral and his captains. In the meantime Tranicos meant to hide the treasure somewhere in the vicinity of the bay. The ship returned at the appointed time, but there was no trace of Tranicos and his eleven captains, except the rude dwelling they had built on the beach.
"This had been demolished, and there were tracks of naked feet about it, but no sign to show there had been any fighting. Nor was there any trace of the treasure, or any sign to show where it was hidden. The pirates plunged into the forest to search for their chief and his captains, but were attacked by wild Picts and driven back to their ship. In despair they heaved anchor and sailed away, but before they raised the Barachans, a terrific storm wrecked the ship and only that one man survived.
"That is the tale of the Treasure of Tranicos, which men have sought in vain for nearly a century. That the map exists is known, but its whereabouts have remained a mystery.
"I have had one glimpse of that map. Strom and Zingelito were with me, and a Nemedian who sailed with the Barachans. We looked upon it in a hovel in a certain Zingaran sea-port town, where we were skulking in disguise. Somebody knocked over the lamp, and somebody howled in the dark, and when we got the light on again, the old miser who owned the map was dead with a dirk in his heart, and the map was gone, and the night-watch was clattering down the street with their pikes to investigate the clamor. We scattered, and each went his own way.
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"For years thereafter Strom and I watched one another, each supposing the other had the map.
Well, as it turned out, neither had it, but recently word came to me that Strom had departed northward, so I followed him. You saw the end of that chase.
"I had but a glimpse at the map as it lay on the old miser"s table, and could tell nothing about it.
But Strom"s actions show that he knows this is the bay where Tranicos anch.o.r.ed. I believe that they hid the treasure somewhere in that forest and returning, were attacked and slain by the Picts. The Picts did not get the treasure. Men have traded up and down this coast a little, knowing nothing of the treasure, and no gold ornament or rare jewel has ever been seen in the possession of the coastal tribes.
"This is my proposal: let us combine our forces. Strom is somewhere within striking distance.
He fled because he feared to be pinned between us, but he will return. But allied, we can laugh at him. We can work out from the fort, leaving enough men here to hold it if he attacks. I believe the treasure is hidden nearby. Twelve men could not have conveyed it far. We will find it, load it in my ship, and sail for some foreign port where I can cover my past with gold. I am sick of this life. I want to go back to a civilized land, and live like a n.o.ble, with riches, and slaves, and a castle and a wife of n.o.ble blood."
"Well?" demanded the Count, slit-eyed with suspicion.
"Give me your niece for my wife," demanded the buccaneer bluntly.
Belesa cried out sharply and started to her feet. Valenso likewise rose, livid, his fingers knotting convulsively about his goblet as if he contemplated hurling it at his guest. Zarono did not move; he sat still, one arm on the table and the fingers hooked like talons. His eyes smoldered with pa.s.sion, and a deep menace.
"You dare!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Valenso.
"You seem to forget you have fallen from your high estate, Count Valenso," growled Zarono.
"We are not at the Kordavan court, my lord. On this naked coast n.o.bility is measured by the power of men and arms. And there I rank you. Strangers tread Korzetta Castle, and the Korzetta fortune is at the bottom of the sea. You will die here, an exile, unless I give you the use of my ship.
"You will have no cause to regret the union of our houses. With a new name and a new fortune you will find that Black Zarono can take his place among the aristocrats of the world and make a son-in-law of which not even a Korzetta need be ashamed."
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"You are mad to think of it!" exclaimed the Count violently. "You who is that?"
A patter of soft-slippered feet distracted his attention. Tina came hurriedly into the hall, hesitated when she saw the Count"s eyes fixed angrily on her, curtsied deeply, and sidled around the table to thrust her small hands into Belesa"s fingers. She was panting slightly, her slippers were damp, and her flaxen hair was plastered down on her head.
"Tina!" exclaimed Belesa anxiously. "Where have you been? I thought you were in your chamber, hours ago."
"I was," answered the child breathlessly, "but I missed my coral necklace you gave me " she held it up, a trivial trinket, but prized beyond all her other possessions because it had been Belesa"s first gift to her. "I was afraid you wouldn"t let me go if you knew a soldier"s wife helped me out of the stockade and back again please, my Lady, don"t make me tell who she was, because I promised not to. I found my necklace by the pool where I bathed this morning.
Please punish me if I have done wrong."
"Tina!" groaned Belesa, clasping the child to her. "I"m not going to punish you. But you should not have gone outside the palisade, with these buccaneers camped on the beach, and always a chance of Picts skulking about. Let me take you to your chamber and change these damp clothes "
"Yes, my Lady," murmured Tina, "but first let me tell you about the black man "
"What?" The startling interruption was a cry that burst from Valenso"s lips. His goblet clattered to the floor as he caught the table with both hands. If a thunderbolt had struck him, the lord of the castle"s bearing could not have been more subtly or horrifyingly altered. His face was livid, his eyes almost starting from his head.
"What did you say?" he panted, glaring wildly at the child who shrank back against Belesa in bewilderment. "What did you say, wench?"
"A black man, my lord," she stammered, while Belesa, Zarono and the attendants stared at him in amazement. "When I went down to the pool to get my necklace, I saw him. There was a strange moaning in the wind, and the sea whimpered like a thing in fear, and then he came. I was afraid, and hid behind a little ridge of sand. He came from the sea in a strange black boat with blue fire playing all about it, but there was no torch. He drew his boat up on the sands below the south point, and strode toward the forest, looking like a giant in the fog a great, tall man, black like a Kus.h.i.te "
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golden chain in his violence. With the face of a madman he lurched about the table and tore the child screaming from Belesa"s arms.
"You little s.l.u.t!" he panted. "You lie! You have heard me mumbling in my sleep and have told this lie to torment me! Say that you lie before I tear the skin from your back!"
"Uncle!" cried Belesa, in outraged bewilderment, trying to free Tina from his grasp. "Are you mad? What are you about?"
With a snarl he tore her hand from his arm and spun her staggering into the arms of Galbro who received her with a leer he made little effort to disguise.
"Mercy, my lord!" sobbed Tina. "I did not lie!"
"I said you lied!" roared Valenso. "Gebbrelo!"
The stolid serving man seized the trembling youngster and stripped her with one brutal wrench that tore her scanty garments from her body. Wheeling, he drew her slender arms over his shoulders, lifting her writhing feet clear of the floor.
"Uncle!" shrieked Belesa, writhing vainly in Galbro"s l.u.s.tful grasp. "You are mad! You can not oh, you can not !" The voice choked in her throat as Valenso caught up a jewel-hilted riding whip and brought it down across the child"s frail body with a savage force that left a red weal across her naked shoulders.
Belesa moaned, sick with the anguish in Tina"s shriek. The world had suddenly gone mad. As in a nightmare she saw the stolid faces of the soldiers and servants, beast-faces, the faces of oxen, reflecting neither pity nor sympathy. Zarono"s faintly sneering face was part of the nightmare. Nothing in that crimson haze was real except Tina"s naked white body, criss- crossed with red welts from shoulders to knees; no sound real except the child"s sharp cries of agony, and the panting gasps of Valenso as he lashed away with the staring eyes of a madman, shrieking: "You lie! You lie! Curse you, you lie! Admit your guilt, or I will flay your stubborn body! He could not have followed me here "
"Oh, have mercy, my lord!" screamed the child, writhing vainly on the brawny servant"s back, too frantic with fear and pain to have the wit to save herself by a lie. Blood trickled in crimson beads down her quivering thighs. "I saw him! I do not lie! Mercy! Please! Ahhhh!"
"You fool! You fool!" screamed Belesa, almost beside herself. "Do you not see she is telling the truth? Oh, you beast! Beast! Beast!"
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Suddenly some shred of sanity seemed to return to the brain of Count Valenso Korzetta.
Dropping the whip he reeled back and fell up against the table, clutching blindly at its edge. He shook as with an ague. His hair was plastered across his brow in dank strands, and sweat dripped from his livid countenance which was like a carven mask of Fear. Tina, released by Gebbrelo, slipped to the floor in a whimpering heap. Belesa tore free from Galbro, rushed to her, sobbing, and fell on her knees, gathering the pitiful waif into her arms. She lifted a terrible face to her uncle, to pour upon him the full vials of her wrath but he was not looking at her.
He seemed to have forgotten both her and his victim. In a daze of incredulity, she heard him say to the buccaneer: "I accept your offer, Zarono; in Mitra"s name, let us find this accursed treasure and begone from this d.a.m.ned coast!"
At this the fire of her fury sank to sick ashes. In stunned silence she lifted the sobbing child in her arms and carried her up the stair. A glance backward showed Valenso crouching rather than sitting at the table, gulping wine from a huge goblet he gripped in both shaking hands, while Zarono towered over him like a somber predatory bird puzzled at the turn of events, but quick to take advantage of the shocking change that had come over the Count. He was talking in a low, decisive voice, and Valenso nodded mute agreement, like one who scarcely heeds what is being said. Galbro stood back in the shadows, chin pinched between forefinger and thumb, and the attendants along the walls glanced furtively at each other, bewildered by their lord"s collapse.
Up in her chamber Belesa laid the half-fainting girl on the bed and set herself to wash and apply soothing ointments to the weals and cuts on her tender skin. Tina gave herself up in complete submission to her mistress"s hands, moaning faintly. Belesa felt as if her world had fallen about her ears. She was sick and bewildered, overwrought, her nerves quivering from the brutal shock of what she had witnessed. Fear of and hatred for her uncle grew in her soul. She had never loved him; he was harsh and apparently without natural affection, grasping and avid.