The bees who steal the honey soon die, the old man had said, but the flowers are pollinated anew and life goes on forever.
But such bleak thoughts were short-lasting. For as soon as the tunnels and the stairway were cleared of smoke, Grim Hagen"s army came pouring into the room. Grim Hagen had mustered at least two-thousand men. He had divided these into five groups, and they came through the five entrances at the same time. Yelling and brandishing swords and flares, they rushed the barricade.
Jack Odin had underestimated the catapult. The crew released it. And a shower of spikes tore the invading ranks apart. Odin saw a white-skinned warrior go to his knees and scream as he tried to pull a six-inch spike from his eye.
Ato had ordered his men to try for Grim Hagen"s trained soldiers first.
Odin saw an old Bron cast a home-made spear with as much ease as a trained javelin-thrower back home. A soldier tried to pull it out of his chest until his legs buckled beneath him and he tumbled over backwards.
Then a white-skinned warrior leaped at the barricade and Odin thrust him through.
Torches began to rain down upon them. Half the defending forces were now busy with water and sand, beating out the flames.
Then, after what seemed to be hours, the catapult crew cranked their awkward weapon to the trigger-point again and sent another rain of spikes into Grim Hagen"s ranks.
The floor beyond the barrier was littered with dead and slippery with blood before Grim Hagen"s men broke the barrier.
There were only two hundred to meet the charge of two thousand. The end was inevitable.
As the barrier went down, Jack Odin and Maya urged their men to climb upon the balcony. Odin was the last to retreat. A soldier caught at him as he scrambled upward and Odin turned and slashed him across the face.
Ato was calling his men around him. They drew back to a corner where two thick walls met. Ato had placed one bench there. This he stood upon, calling out orders and cheering them on as the attackers climbed the unsteady tiers of benches and tables to reach them. The defenders gathered around. There were not over fifty of them left now. Odin thrust Maya behind him. A body fell at his feet. He bent and lifted up a twelve-year-old boy who was streaming from wounds. He handed the lad to Maya.
Grim Hagen led the attack. Odin braced himself. He took one step forward and waited. Seeing him, Grim Hagen veered toward him, screaming a mad battle-cry--his eyes wild with hate. Even in what appeared to be the last moment, Jack Odin saw that only three or four of the white-skinned soldiers were left; and not over a dozen of the Brons who had stayed with Grim Hagen during all those wasting years remained.
He did not take his eyes from Grim Hagen. He was conscious only of a sudden flickering, as of many lights twinkling on and off. But he did not know what was happening. Maya told him later.
Ato was already bleeding badly from a deep slash in his shoulder. As he rallied his men around him, someone threw a knife that buried itself in the right side of his chest. He stumbled and went down to his knees. Then he struggled up, and as he stood straight he reached down to his waist and clutched the little slug-horn of moon-metal that his father had given him.
His head went back as he raised the horn to his lips. Like Childe Roland, who came at last to the Dark Tower, he blew one unheard blast.
Suddenly the room was filled with lights, flashing and dancing everywhere.
Whispering.
A stillness fell upon the room and the shambles. Men paused as they lifted their knives or braced themselves for a last thrust.
For a single breath, all was in silence.
Then a light began to whisper. "Ato, it is I, your father, Wolden. We have learned the secret of time and s.p.a.ce and we have come for you, my son. But before we go, we must rid ourselves of the mischief-makers."
The lights darted down upon Grim Hagen"s men. And as they touched them, the cold of s.p.a.ce came flowing through. They fell one by one. And the h.o.a.r-frost covered them like spiderwebs across the faces and bodies of long-dead mummies.
There was a spattering sound, as of sleet falling against a distant roof.
A strange smell filled the air.
And one by one Grim Hagen"s men went down.
CHAPTER 18
All this happened while Grim Hagen was rushing toward Odin and Maya. A thin trickle of blood was flowing down the corner of Hagen"s mouth. Odin heard the voices. Out of the corner of his eye he saw some men go down. The room felt cold now, and a thin breeze was going through it, as though blown gently across the star-s.p.a.ces.
He saw a light dart down toward Grim Hagen.
But at that instant Grim Hagen reached him and swung his sword. Jack Odin stepped aside. His foot slipped upon the unsteady planking of the improvised balcony. He thrust for Grim Hagen"s throat, but his blade went high and wide. It gashed Grim Hagen from the lower corner of his chin clear back to the jawbone. Blood streamed and as Odin slipped to his knee Grim Hagen swung again.
Then Maya was between them, both hands grasping Hagen"s sword-arm. Hagen"s free hand closed about her wrists. He swung her aside and the point of his sword came down to rest upon her throat.
"Now," Grim Hagen screamed, and his voice was the shriek of a man who has nothing left to lose. "Let no light come near me and Maya or we die together. Wolden, I caught scattered words about your work as I fled through s.p.a.ce. I held the stars and planets in my hands and I flung them away, for they were no more than the sparks that fly out from flint. They were worthless and I flung them away. And there was nothing to match my desire. Not even Maya. Now, listen, if you care for her life."
The descending lights hesitated and drew back. Jack Odin righted himself and chanced a thrust at Hagen. The thrust failed as Grim Hagen moved Maya between them.
"No more of that, Odin. Drop your sword or she dies. Drop it now!"
And Odin lowered his hand and let his sword fall to the table beneath him.
Grim Hagen continued: "The ship is yours. This world is yours. Let me have your secret, Wolden. I would not care to be with such as you. I would laugh at s.p.a.ce with the comets. I would make the stars cringe. I would watch the generations go by like falling snow. I would--"
"No, you would be like Lucifer, wreaking his vengeance upon the planets,"
the voice of what had been Wolden interrupted in a whisper. "No, Grim Hagen, even if I gave you what you asked, all s.p.a.ce would seem as h.e.l.l to you."
Grim Hagen smiled an evil smile. "So. But it is I who make the bargain.
Even yet. Maya goes with me. Remember!"
But at that instant Maya got one hand free and thrust the sword aside.
It was all the time that Jack Odin needed. Reaching forward he grasped Grim Hagen"s sword with his bare hand. It cut to the bone. And then he had Hagen"s wrist with his free hand. He twisted. A bone cracked and he shook the blade from Hagen"s grasp. Maya leaped to one side. Then Hagen"s fingers were pushing Odin"s face back and Odin was clutching at Hagen"s throat.
They stood there swaying. Then they tumbled down the rude stairway of tables that Ato had fashioned for his last stand.
They rolled to the blood-stained floor beneath. And Odin never knew how either of them survived the fall.
The lights hovered above them, waiting for an opening. Maya took up a fallen sword and came following after.
Grim Hagen"s fingers were feeling for Odin"s eyes. Odin got a b.l.o.o.d.y fist against Hagen"s face and shoved him back. Then he rolled on top of him and got the man"s throat between his hands. Hagen"s fists worked like pistons as he beat at Odin"s face. Odin felt the blood dripping down upon his hands and upon Hagen"s throat but he held on. At the last, Grim Hagen screamed and clawed like an animal. And then it was over. The hands stopped clawing. There was one last sob of pain and hate that was cut off in the middle. Then Grim Hagen was still. And Odin, with his face dripping blood, held on while Maya and the others struggled to tear his hands free from the man he had killed.
With the death of Grim Hagen the fight was over. None of Hagen"s Brons or Aldebaranians were left. The Lorens threw down their arms and swore loyalty to Val.
A cot was improvised for Ato. The lights hovered around him, whispering cheerfully and ignoring all others.
Val, Odin and Maya tried to count the survivors. Of the fifty who had lived through the fighting, only eighteen were Brons. The rest were Val"s men.