"Then what about money?"
"No problem there! I carry ten gold pieces paid over to me by King Casmir."
"That should suffice! Very well; I will roll the dice. Everyone must wager, then I either call out my number of "odd" or "even", and so goes the game."
Travec played for a period, and won modestly. Then Galgus began to use false dice, which he subst.i.tuted with great cleverness when it came his time to throw, and Travec lost his ten gold pieces. "I will play no more," said Travec. "Else I might find myself without a horse."
The sun had long since dropped behind the mountains. As the sky began to grow dark the landlord served a supper of lentils and bread. Even as the five men finished their meal, a newcomer arrived at the inn, riding a fine black horse. He dismounted, tied his horse to the rail and strode into the inn: a dark-haired man of middle stature, long and sinewy of arm and leg, with a hard harsh face. He spoke to the landlord: "Take care of my horse and provide me the best your house can offer, since I have ridden far this day." He turned and surveyed the five men, then approached their table. "I am Cory of Falonges; I am here on orders from an eminent person of whom you know. It is my business to command you on a venture. I expected four men; I find five."
"I am Travec the Dacian. King Casmir sent me to join your troop, along with a bag of ten gold pieces which you were to pay out to the other four men. However, this afternoon I gamed at dice. To my regret I lost all ten gold pieces, so that the men must go without their pay."
"What!" cried Izmael in consternation. "You gambled with my money?"
Cory of Falonges looked at Travec wonderingly. "How do you explain your behaviour?"
Travec shrugged. "I was pressed to join the game and Casmir"s money was the first to hand. After all, I am a Dacian and accept all challenges."
Este looked accusingly at Galgus. "The money you have won is rightfully mine!"
"Not necessarily!" cried Galgus. "Your remark is based on a hypothesis. Also, let me ask this: if Travec had won, would you now reimburse me my losses?"
Cory spoke decisively: "Galgus in this case is not at fault; Travec is to blame."
Travec, seeing how the tide was running, said: "You are all making much of nothing. I have five gold pieces of my own, which I will put up for wager."
Galgus asked: "You wish to gamble further?"
"Why not? I am a Dacian! But we will play a new game!" Travec put the earthenware bean-pot on the floor and indicated a crack running across the floor some fifteen feet from the pot. "Each man in turn will stand behind the crack and toss a gold piece toward the pot. The man whose coin goes into the pot collects all the coins which have gone astray."
"And if two or more men succeed?" asked Este.
"They share the booty. Come then, who will play? Galgus, you are adept and a good judge of distances; you shall go first."
Somewhat dubiously Galgus put his toe to the crack and tossed a coin; it struck the side of the pot and rattled away.
"Too bad," said Travec. "You will not win this round. Who will go next? Este?"
Este tossed, then Izmael and Kegan; all their coins went wide of the opening, though it seemed as if their aim were true and that only at the last instant did some influence nudge the coins aside. Travec threw last, and his coin rattled clean and true into the pot. "In this case I am lucky," said Travec. He collected his winnings. "Come; who will be first? Galgus again?"
Once more Galgus stepped to the crack and with the most subtle touch, tossed his coin, but it sailed entirely over the pot as if it had wings. Este"s coin seemed to dip for a moment into the opening, then careen away. Izmael and Kegan likewise failed in their attempts, but as before Travec"s coin rang into the pot as if drawn there by a will of its own.
Travec collected his winnings. He counted out ten gold pieces and gave them to Cory. "Let there be no further complaint!" He turned to his fellows. "Shall we toss another round?"
"Not I," said Este. "My arm is sore from so much exercise."
"Nor I," said Kegan. "I am confused by the erratic flight of my coins. They dart and veer like barn swallows; they shy away from the pot as if it were a hole into h.e.l.l!"
Kegan went to look into the pot. A black arm reached up from within and tweaked his nose. He gave a startled cry and dropped the pot, which broke into a hundred pieces. None had observed the incident and his explanations met with skepticism. Travec said: "The landlord"s ale is strong! No doubt you felt its influence!"
The landlord now came forward. "Why did you break my valuable pot? I demand payment!"
"It is your pot which tonight cost me dear!" roared Kegan. "I will pay not so much as a falsified farthing, unless you recompense me my loss!"
Cory stepped forward. "Landlord, be calm! I am the leader of this company and I will pay the cost of your pot. Be good enough to bring us more ale, then leave us in peace."
With a sullen shrug the landlord retreated and in due course returned with mugs of ale. Meanwhile, Cory had turned to appraise Travec. "You are deft with your coin-tossing. What other skills can you demonstrate?"
Travec showed a flicker of a smile. "Upon whom?"
"I stand aloof, in judgment," said Cory.
Travec looked around the group. "Izmael, your nerves are strong; otherwise the deeds you have done would have made you mad."
"That may well be true."
"Stand here, then, at this spot."
"Tell me first what you have in mind. If you intend to cut off my scalp-lock, I must respectfully refuse."
"Be calm! With as much amity as may be possible between Dacian and Hun, we will demonstrate the niceties of combat as we know it on the steppes."
"As you like." Izmael slouched to the stipulated place.
Cory turned to Travec. He asked sharply: "What sort of foolery is this? You carry neither bludgeon nor mace; there is no blade at your belt nor none in your boot!"
Travec, paying no heed, spoke to Izmael. "You are waiting in ambush. Make ready your knife, and strike as I walk past."
"As you like."
Travec walked past Izmael the Hun. There was a flurry of movement, almost too fast to follow. Travec flung out his arm; a knife appeared miraculously in his hand; the pommel was pressed against Izmael"s corded neck, with the blade gleaming in the lamplight. Izmael"s arm was knocked aside; his knife clattered to the stone floor. At the same time he raised his leg, a horrid double-p.r.o.nged blade protruding from the toe of his soft felt shoe. He kicked at Travec"s crotch; Travec dropped his other hand and caught Izmael"s ankle, and Izmael was forced to hop backward toward the fireplace; had Travec stepped forward and thrust, Izmael would have fallen backward into the blaze.
Travec, however, released Izmael"s ankle and resumed his seat. Izmael stolidly picked up his knife and retreated to his own place. "So go events on the steppe," said Izmael without rancor.
Este the Sweet spoke in silky tones: "That is deft knifework, and even Galgus, who reckons himself supreme, will agree to this. Am I right, Galgus?"
All eyes turned to Galgus, who sat brooding, his pallid face pinched into a dyspeptic mask. "It is easy to be deft when one has a knife in his sleeve," said Galgus. "As to the thrown knife, that is an art superb at which I excel."
Este asked: "What of it, Travec? Can you throw the knife?"
"By Dacian standards I am considered moderately skillful. Which of us is the better man? There is no way of proving without one or the other or both taking the knife in the throat, so let us not force a comparison."
"Ah, but there is a way," said Galgus. "I have seen it used often at a trial among champions. Landlord, bring us a length of thin cord."
Grudgingly the landlord tendered a hank of string. "You must now pay me a silver bit, which will also compensate me for my pot."
Cory contemptuously tossed him a coin. "Take this and cease your whining! Avarice ill becomes a landlord; these folk, as a cla.s.s, should be generous, decent and open-handed."
"None such exist," growled the landlord. "All answering that description have become wandering paupers."