Lack of riding skill was another matter. Dessa rode like a sack of grain and Ma.s.souf hardly better. If it came to swift flight, Conan and Raihna would be taking their saddle-shy charges up on their own mounts.
So far they had seen no sign of pursuit, and Conan aimed to put off that moment as long as possible. They kept away from the main roads and indeed from the greater part of the mountain byways. Sheep tracks or bare hillside saw them pa.s.s, and of men only an occasional herdsman and once a hermit.
"They are a close-mouthed breed, these mountain folk," Conan said. "Oh, gold or torture can open their mouths like any man"s. But it takes a while. Besides, torturing free Turanians is a fine way for Achmai to lose whatever good will he has in Aghrapur."
"Their flocks can see anything the herdsmen see," Illyana said.
"All the sheep and goats I"ve known were even more close-mouthed than the herdsmen," Conan replied, with a grin. It was a fine fair morning and although tired he was in high good humor. A battle fairly fought and splendidly won always left him so.
"There are ways to make even the dumb speak," Illyana said soberly.
"How?" Conan laughed. "I can just imagine Achmai shouting at a ram-"Who pa.s.sed this way yesterday? Answer, or I"ll roast you for our dinner!" I can"t imagine him getting an answer."
"Not that way, no."
Conan"s grin twisted. "Are there spells for making animals speak?"
"For learning what they have seen, yes."
"Does Achmai command them?" The upland morning suddenly seemed as cold as a Cimmerian autumn.
"Neither he nor anyone who serves him commands any magic. But if he wished vengeance enough and knew of Eremius-the Master of the other Jewel knows all the spells. He might even have learned to cast them over such a distance. It has been ten years since we met. I no longer can be sure I know everything he does."
She forced a smile. "At least there is one consolation. He can no longer be sure that he knows everything I know. And I have not spent those ten years in idleness or debauchery."
The smile widened. "Why, Conan, I truly begin to think you are curious about magic. Are you becoming willing to live with it?"
"Maybe, when I can"t live without it," Conan growled. "Of course, I can live with the kind of magic you danced up, any day or night. I wonder if your whole scheme came from wanting to show yourself like that-"
The smile vanished and the fair skin flushed. Illyana dropped back to ride beside Dessa and Ma.s.souf. Conan spurred forward, to ride level with Raihna, muttering rude remarks about women who could be neither chaste nor unchaste.
"That was an ill-spoken jest," Raihna said, when the Cimmerian fell silent.
"Am I to learn why, or must I guess?"
"You will learn if Illyana chooses to tell you. Not otherwise. It is not my secret to tell."
"Not telling me all I need to know is sending me into this fight blind."
"Ah, Conan. Surely not that. One-eyed at worst."
"That"s bad enough, against an opponent with two eyes. Or didn"t Master Barathres teach you that? If he didn"t, you should go back to Bossonia and get your fees back from him, at the point of a-"
Raihna"s hand leaped at his cheek so swiftly he had no time to seize it. Instead he blocked the blow, then gripped Raihna"s arm just above the elbow.
"Another ill-timed jest?"
"Let me go, curse you!"
"I"ve been cursed by a good many men and women, and I"m healthier than most of them."
Then he saw that tears were starting from her eyes. He released her and guided his horse to a safe distance, while she reined in and sat in silence, shaking and weeping silently.
At last she pushed her fists into her eyes, sighed, and faced Conan once more.
"Conan, forgive me. That was a cruel jest indeed, but you could not have known how much so. I am an exile from Bossonia. I have no home save where Illyana chooses to lead me. Illyana or someone worse.
"So I owe her silence about her secrets and perhaps a trifle more. Tell me, my Cimmerian friend. What would you say to a jest, that High Captain Khadjar was in the pay of Lord Houma?"
Conan felt the blood rush to his face. Raihna laughed, pointing at a fist he"d raised without realizing it.
"You see. I owe Illyana as much or more as you owe Khadjar. Let"s follow an old Bossonian saying-"if you won"t burn my haystacks, my cattle won"t befoul your well."Truce?"
Conan guided his horse close again and put an arm around her. She nestled into it for a moment.
"Truce."
From the ravine, the last frantic bellowings had died. So had the last of the herd of cattle. Even Master Eremius heard only the gobbling, tearing, and cracking as the Transformed dismembered the bodies. From time to time he heard growls and squeals as they quarreled over some particularly succulent piece.
He did not fear the quarrels would turn b.l.o.o.d.y. The Transformed were no disciplined army, but the elders among them had ways of keeping the peace. At times, Eremius suspected, those ways meant the disappearance of one or two of their number. A waste, but not a great one.
Today nothing of that nature would happen. The Transformed had a feast under their claws. They also had foreknowledge of a greater feast tonight, with human flesh to rend and human terror to savor.
Captain Nasro scrambled up to Eremius"s perch and knelt.
"Master, the stream at the foot of the ravine grows foul. Blood and ordure make it unfit for drinking."
"It matters not at all to the Transformed. Or have you forgotten that?"
"I remember, Master." He swallowed, sweat breaking out on his face.
"Yet-do you-I also remember -that our men, those not Transformed-they need clean water."
"Then let them go upstream from the ravine and drink there!" Eremius snarled. The force of his anger made his staff lift from the ground and whirl toward the captain"s head. Eremius let the staff come so close that the man flinched, then made it tap him lightly on the cheek.
"Think, man. Would I have let your men go thirsty? I have left you and them alike enough wits to find food and water. Go use them, and leave me in peace!"
Nasro flinched again, bowed again, and retreated.
Alone save for his thoughts and the din of the Transformed feeding, Eremius sat down, staff across his knees. It was a pity he could not hope that Nasro and all his men would perish in tonight"s battle among the villages. The villagers would hardly offer enough resistance.
Besides, he still needed Nasro and the rest of his witlings. Only when both Jewels were at his command could he amuse himself by disposing of them.
That promised to be a most agreeable day. So did another, the day he made the Transformed able to breed and breed true. Transformed and commanded by the powers of a single Jewel, they were barren. When Eremius held both Jewels, matters would be otherwise. Then he would also command a regular tribute of women to be Transformed and bear more such.
It was said that the children of those Transformed by both Jewels reached their full growth in a single year. Eremius would most a.s.suredly put that to the proof at the earliest moment. If it was true, he would have one more irresistible gift to offer his allies.
Of course, with Illyana"s aid or at least her Jewel he could have proved the matter and offered the gift ten years ago! That thought no longer ruled his mind, as the day of open battle and victory drew closer. It still lurked in his spirit, snarling like a surly watchdog and able to darken the brightest day.