"Why did you run away?" he asked abruptly. "Are you a slave?"
"We have no slaves in Gazal," she answered. "Oh, I was weary-so weary of the eternal monotony. I wished to see something of the outer world.
Tell me, from what land do you come?"
"I was born in the western hills of Aquilonia," he answered.
She clapped her hands like a delighted child. "I know where that is! I have seen it on the maps. It is the westernmost country of the Hyborians, and its king is Epeus the Sword-wielder."
Amalric experienced a distinct shock. His head jerked up, and he stared at his companion.
"Epeus? Why, Epeus has been dead for nine hundred years. The king"s name is Vilerus."
"Oh, of course," she said with embarra.s.sment. "I am foolish. Of course Epeus was king nine centuries ago, as you say. But tell me-tell me all about the world!"
"Why, that"s a big order!" he answered, nonplussed. "You have not traveled?"
"This is the first time I have ever been out of sight of the walls of Gazal," she declared.
His gaze was fixed on the curve of her white bosom. He was not, at the moment, interested in her adventures; Gazal might have been h.e.l.l for all he cared.
He started to speak; then, changing his mind, caught her roughly in his arms, his muscles tensed for the struggle he expected. But he encountered no resistance. Her soft, yielding body lay across his knees, and she looked up at him somewhat in surprise but without fear or embarra.s.sment She might have been a child, submitting to a new kind of play. Something about her direct gaze confused him. If she had screamed, wept, fought, or smiled knowingly, he would have known how to deal with her.
"Who in Mitra"s name are you, girl?" he asked roughly. "You are neither touched with the sun nor playing a game with me. Your speech shows you to be no simple country la.s.s, innocent in her ignorance. Yet you seem to know nothing of the world and its ways."
"I am a daughter of Gazal," she answered helplessly. "If you saw Gazal, perhaps you would understand."
He lifted her and set her down in the sand. Rising, he brought a saddle blanket and spread it out for her.
"Sleep, Lissa," he said, his voice harsh with conflicting emotions.
"Tomorrow I mean to see Gazal."
At dawn they started westward. Amalric had placed Lissa on the camel, showing her how to maintain her balance. She clung to the seat with both hands, displaying no knowledge whatever of camels. This again surprised the young Aquilonian. A girl raised in the desert, who had never before been on a camel; nor, until the preceding night, had she ever ridden or been carried on a horse.
Amalric had manufactured a sort of cloak for her. She wore it without question, not asking whence it came- accepting it as she accepted all the things he did for her, gratefully but blindly, without asking the reason. Amalric did not tell her that the silk that shielded her from the sun once covered the black hide of her abductor.
As they rode, she again begged him to tell her something of the world, like a child asking for a story.
"I know Aquilonia is far from this desert," she said. "Stygia lies between, and the lands of Shem, and other countries. How is it that you are here, so far from your homeland?"
He rode for a s.p.a.ce in silence, his hand on the camel"s guide rope.
"Argos and Stygia are at war" he said abruptly. "Koth became embroiled.
The Kothians urged a simultaneous invasion of Stygia. Argos raised an army of mercenaries, which went into ships and sailed southward along the coast At the same time, a Kothic army was to invade Stygia by land.
I was one of that mercenary army of Argos. We met the Stygian fleet and defeated it, driving it back into Khemi. We should have landed, looted the city, and advanced along the course of the Styx, but our admiral was cautious. Our leader was Prince Zapayo da Kova, a Zingaran.
"We cruised southward until we reached the jungle-clad coasts of Kush.
There we landed, and the ships anch.o.r.ed while the army pushed eastward, along the Stygian frontier, burning and pillaging as we went. It was our intention to turn northward at a certain point and strike into the heart of Stygia, to join the Kothic host pushing down from the north.
"Then word came that we were betrayed. Koth had concluded a separate peace with the Stygians. A Stygian army was pushing southward to intercept us, while another had already cut us off from the coast.
"Prince Zapayo, in desperation, conceived the mad idea of marching eastward, hoping to skirt the Stygian border and eventually to reach the eastern lands of Shem. But the army from the north overtook us. We turned and fought.
All day we fought, and we drove them back in rout to their camp. But, the next day, the pursuing army came up from the west. Crushed between the hosts, our army ceased to be. We were broken, annihilated, destroyed. There were few left to flee. When night fell, I broke away with my companion, a Cimmerian named Conan -a brute of a man with the strength of a bull.
"We rode southward into the desert, because there was no other direction in which we might go. Conan had been in this part of the world before and believed we had a chance to survive. Far to the south we found an oasis, but Stygian riders harried us. We fled again, from oasis to oasis, starving and thirsting until we found ourselves in a barren, unknown land of blazing sun and empty sand. We rode until our horses were reeling and we were half delirious.
"Then, one night, we saw fires and rode up to them, taking a desperate chance that we might make friends with them. As soon as we came within range, a shower of arrows greeted us. Conan"s horse was. .h.i.t and reared, throwing its rider. His neck must have broken like a twig, for he never moved. Somehow I got away in the darkness, although my horse died under me. I had only a glimpse of the attackers-tall, lean, brown men, wearing strange barbaric garments.
"I wandered on foot through the desert and fell in with those three vultures, you saw yesterday. They were jackals -Ghanatas, members of a robber tribe of mixed blood: Negro and Mitra knows what eke. The only reason they didn"t murder me was that I had nothing they wished. For a month I have been wandering and thieving with them, because there was nothing else I could do."
"I did not know it was like that," she murmured. They said there were wars and cruelty out in the world, but it seemed like a dream and far away. Hearing you speak of treachery and battle seems almost like seeing it."
"Do no enemies ever come against Gazal?" he demanded.
She shook her head. "Men ride wide of Gazal. Sometimes I have seen black dots moving in lines along the horizon, and the old men said they were armies moving to war; but they never come near Gazal."
Amalric felt a dim stirring of uneasiness. This desert, seemingly empty of life, nevertheless contained some of the fiercest tribes on earth: the Ghanatas, who ranged far to the east; the masked Tibu, who he believed dwelt further to the south; and, somewhere off to the south-west, the semi-mythical empire of Tombalku, ruled by a wild and barbaric race. It was strange that a city in the midst of this savage land should be left so completely alone that one of its inhabitants did not even know the meaning of war.
When he turned his gaze elsewhere, strange thoughts a.s.sailed him. Was the girl touched by the sun? Was she a demon in womanly form, come out of the desert to luxe him to some cryptic doom? A glance at her, clinging childishly to the high peak of the camel"s saddle, was sufficient to dispel these broodings. Then again, doubt a.s.sailed him.
Was he bewitched? Had she cast a spell on him?
Westward they steadily forged, halting only to nibble dates and drink water at midday. To shield her from the burning sun, Amalric fashioned a frail shelter oat of his sword and sheath and the saddle blankets.
Weary and stiff from the tossing, bucking gait of the camel, she had to be lifted down in his arms. As he felt again the voluptuous sweetness of her soft body, a hot throb of pa.s.sion seared through him. He stood momentarily motionless, intoxicated with her nearness, before he laid her down in the shade of a makeshift tent.
He felt a touch almost of anger at the clear gaze with which she met his, at the docility with which she yielded her young body to his hands. It was as if she were unaware of things that might harm her; her innocent trust shamed him and pent a helpless wrath within him.
As they ate, he did not taste the dates he munched; his eyes burned on her, avidly drinking in every detail of her lithe young figure. She seemed as unaware of his intentness as a child. When he lifted her to place her again on her camel, and her arms went instinctively about his neck, he shuddered. But he lifted her up on her mount, and they took up the journey once more.
Chapter Two.
It was just before sundown when Lissa pointed and cried out: "Look! The towers of Gazal!"
On the desert rim he saw them-spires and minarets, rising in a jade-green cl.u.s.ter against the blue sky. But for the girl, he would have thought it the phantom city of a mirage. He glanced at Lissa curiously; she showed no signs of eager joy at her homecoming. She sighed, and her slim shoulders seemed to droop.
As they approached, the details swam more plainly into view. Sheer from the desert sands rose the wall that enclosed the towers. And Amalric saw that the wall was crumbling in many places. The towers, too, were much in disrepair. Roofs sagged; broken battlements gaped; spires leaned drunkenly. Panic a.s.sailed him; was it a city of the dead to which he rode, guided by a vampire? A quick glance at the girl rea.s.sured him. No demon could lurk in that divinely molded form. She glanced at him with a strange, wistful questioning in her deep eyes, turned irresolutely toward the desert, and then, with a deep sigh, set her face toward the city, as if gripped by a subtle and fatalistic despair.
Now, through the gaps in the jade-green wall, Amalric saw figures moving within the city. No one hailed them as they rode through a broad breach in the wall and came out into a wide street Close at hand, limned in the sinking sun, the decay was more apparent Gra.s.s grew rank in the streets, pushing through shattered paving; gra.s.s grew rank in the small plazas. Streets and courts were likewise littered with a rubbish of fallen stones. Here and there, the ruins of a house had been cleared away and the s.p.a.ce given over to vegetable gardening.
Domes rose, cracked and discolored. Portals gaped, vacant of doors.
Everywhere, ruin had laid its hand. Then Amalric saw one spire untouched: a shining, red, cylindrical tower, which rose in the extreme southeastern corner of the city. It gleamed among the ruins. Amalric indicated it.
"Why is that tower less ruined than the others?" he asked. Lissa turned pale, trembled, and convulsively caught his hand.
"Do not speak of it!" she whispered. "Do not look toward it-do not even think of it!"
Amalric scowled; the nameless implication of her words had somehow changed the aspect of the mysterious tower. Now it seemed like a serpent"s head, rearing amid ruin and desolation. A stream of black specks-bats on the wing-poured from its high black apertures.