"If we have to. Bring you weapons you don"t have. Maybe an army."
"Listen to him, Father. Listen!" Loaf"s son urged.
But the big man was drawing his sword. "You"ve come here without our asking and now you"d leave and we"d never see you again."
"That"s not true!" Why was this version of Morton Crumb so belligerent? But he realized that the question was pointless. Characters were similar in each frame, but also different, and the differences showed up most strongly in their personalities, rather than their bodies. So this Crumb was more aggressive than the others, and probably more dangerous to rile. He also seemed clumsier.
"Listen, Sonny," Marvin said, testing the edge of his sword with a callused thumb. "We have been this route before. We have had visits from other frames so often that the king has men watching the transporter! One thing we"ve learned: visitors are trouble!"
"But Father," Hester protested. "He can"t know!" He was protesting, but there was a certain whine in his voice. He seemed to be more dominated by his father than Lester was.
"No, I don"t know," Kelvin said. "I don"t know about your prior visitors." He felt much as he had when Stapular pulled off his hand and revealed the laser weapon. His gauntlets tingled, but only moderately.
Well, he would use the gauntlets for guidance. He would keep talking, and change the subject if the gloves got bothered. "You have a kingdom where you can hire mercenaries, haven"t you?"
Marvin"s glower hardly eased. "We have that, Sonny, but we certainly haven"t got golden dragons, silver serpents, or magic. Neither do we have riches!"
"But you do have round ears. You can use the transporter."
"Not for a mountain of gold!"
"I don"t mean you personally, but at least one of you. Maybe Hester here?"
"The king"s men guard the transporter," Hester protested. "And even if we got there, I couldn"t use it."
"With my help?"
"No."
"Why not?" The gauntlets were not getting any warmer, which was not a bad sign, but neither was it necessarily good. He might just not be getting anywhere, good or bad. "Round ears means you can use the transporter." I hope.
"No way, Sonny. There"s more than the shape of ears involved."
"But-" This was getting confusing! According to the Mouvar parchment, round ears were the tickets to use and other-shaped ears a sentence to destruction. Or was that only in his home frame? Were there other rules elsewhere?
"Let me explain it, Sonny. Whenever any of us natives enter the transporter chamber we feel as if our fool heads will burst. So will you, if you attempt to go back."
"You mean-" He strove desperately to make sense of this, his head already feeling swollen. "Magic?"
"Technology. What"s the difference, as far as we"re concerned? What it means is that it"s a one-way transporter. No one can leave by it."
"No one?" Kelvin"s knees began to feel like cooked macaroodles.
"No one. That"s why the king"s men don"t use it."
Kelvin tried to think. To be confined to this dull frame forever. Never to see Heln again. To be, furthermore, in a world where there was no way to raise an army and defeat a tyrant? And what about the chimaera? The chimaera would be waiting for the dragonberries he had promised. He had every intention of fulfilling that promise, and would be mortified to renege on it.
"Perhaps there"s a little hope," his father said unexpectedly.
All looked at him, the big stranger who had been mainly silent. Marvin looked hardest.
"Look," John Knight said, spreading his hands. "We"re as much victims here as you are. But if the transporter is technology, or even if it"s not, there may be a way."
"How?" Marvin demanded, showing some interest. "You going to kill off those headbees?"
"Maybe. The chamber beside the transporter chamber-I"m certain it didn"t exist in any of the other frames. Maybe there"s something that will make the transporter two-way. Possibly a control."
"The king"s men would have found it," one of the men said.
"Maybe not," John said. "Not if they didn"t know what to look for. I remember how difficult it was to make a computer work, when you didn"t know the codes; you could make random guesses all week and never get anywhere, and the d.a.m.n machine wouldn"t tell you."
"You think you know what to look for?" Marvin demanded.
"I might. If it"s technology."
Kelvin"s gauntlets twitched. What did that mean?
Marvin put away his sword. His grim face showed acceptance but no real belief in John"s words. "There"d better be an army in this," he said. "There"d better be, or that"s the end of all of us."
But the gauntlets were cooling. That gave Kelvin hope.
CHAPTER 20.
A Meeting of Kinds
Charlain woke up rested. The camp was quiet now, the wounded up and around. It was-good heavens, it was late in the day!
She met Lomax as she was scrambling out of the tent. He was grinning as he came with arms wide for a hug. She let him embrace her and then tell her how many lives she had saved and how grateful they all were. "But now," he finished, "we"ll be making our big drive and it"s not fair to you-"
"You want me to leave."
"Before we reengage the enemy. Yes, ma"am. There will be more casualties, but we have a good supply of bloodfruit and you have discovered the mysteries of the doctor bag. We can manage, although-"
"Yes," she said. He wanted her to stay with them, she knew, and she didn"t want to. She had after all come here for just one purpose, and that was to save Lester"s fading life. She had done that, and now wanted very much to get well away from this mindless carnage.
"Then you-"
"I mean I will return home now, where I will be safe. That is what you were saying?"
He looked astonished, then crestfallen. He had asked from a sense of duty. She knew that the last thing he had expected was that she would comply. She felt guilty for disappointing him, but she did have to go.
"I"m not really a nurse or a magician," she said. "I"m sure you will manage with those who a.s.sisted me. My daughter may need me, and then there"s my son and his wife. Heln is having my grandson."
"I-see." He was doing his unsuccessful best to mask his disappointment. If he were a very few years younger, he"d have to cry. It was nice that she was going to be missed.
"Keep the bandages changed, administer bloodfruit syrup as needed, and keep that boy out of the fighting."
"You mean Phillip?"
"That"s the boy. He"s reckless as my Jon was at his age. I read his cards and he"s at continued high risk with the uncertainty card. Keep him safe."
"I"ll try. But Phillip was a king. He"s hard to control."
"No harder, I suspect, than Jon. And Phillip of Aratex doesn"t have a big brother with magic gauntlets and a prophecy. If Jon was here you"d know what unmanageable is."
Lomax tried a grin, albeit weak. He motioned to a pa.s.sing soldier. "Corporal Hinzer, saddle Mrs. Hack-eh, Charlain"s horse and bring it to her. Have two unwounded men escort her to the border."
"That won"t be necessary," Charlain a.s.sured him. "I know the way and there shouldn"t be any danger for one old woman."
"Not old!" Lomax protested in a manner that had to be automatic. "But if you"re sure-"
"You need all your men. The war isn"t over."
"Yes. Yes, thank you, Charlain. Thank you for your help. You saved many lives."
You may not thank me always, she thought with regret. When things go against you and I"m not there. Then you may want to curse me for abandoning you.
With some justice, unfortunately.
She waited patiently while her mount was brought, then climbed up and into the saddle. She was a little stiff from all that kneeling. She was about to ride out when Lomax came running to her, his face flaming red. He handed her up a packet and a jug.
"I forgot you hadn"t eaten! Here"s traveling biscuit, dried meat, and tuber fruit. Wine"s in the jug. You must be famished!"
"Not really," she said. "We witches seldom eat."
"Witches?" His face paled perceptibly. For a moment he looked as though he believed her.
"It"s what Phillip said when I got to him. And who knows, if I had had a good teacher he just might have been correct!"
She nudged Nelly with her knee, rode through the camp, and out to the road that led to the border.
It was half a day later at leisurely horse-walking speed that she met the cat. It came from the bushes, tail raised, yellow eyes fixed on her, and she knew instantly that this was why she had left the camp.
She said, "Whoa, Nelly," though the horse was already stopped. The cat came nearer. It was very black, blacker than mortal hide ought to be. It sat down, washed itself carefully, pawed down its whiskers, and then did what Charlain had somehow expected. It turned its back, looked over its shoulder once, flicked its tail, and proceeded up a path.
"Follow that cat, Nelly!" Charlain said to her mount. It was silly and impossible that she do so, but Nelly obeyed. That, she thought, had to be the result of magic!
She held the reins loosely in her hands and let the horse plod on at the cat"s pace. She sighed and closed her eyes, resting. Not once did she question herself about why she was here or where they were going. She did not even wonder whether it would be a long or a short trip. Somehow she had known that something like this would happen. That had been part of her urgency to get away from the camp. It was as if she had laid down another card, and it had told her to leave the place where she was needed, to find one where she was needed more.
Eventually the path reached its end and they stopped. Here, in an otherwise empty glade, was a huge gnarled tree. Under the tree, waiting, was an old, bent woman, leaning on a stick. Now who would that be, except- "Helbah? Helbah the witch?"
"Who else, Charlain?"
She felt a cloud lift from her. "I am here," she said without thinking. "Here, as I know you directed."
"You have done well," Helbah said. "Now you will do even better."
Charlain knew that Helbah spoke only the witching truth.
Heln watched behind half-hooded eyes as Jon added seeds and crumbs to the tray on the windowsill. Her task done, Jon glanced at her, saw her apparently asleep, and tiptoed out.
No sooner was the door closed than Heln was out of bed and scuttling, a way she found natural of late, across the room to the window. She stood stealthily waiting until the dark-headed sparren lit on the tray"s rim. Bright-eyed, the little bird regarded her carefully. Heln remained frozen, unblinking.
The bird picked up a corbean from the tray, cracked it, and proceeded to eat. Pleased with the fare, it put its little head back and warbled cheerily.
Instantly Heln"s hand shot out like a snake. Her fingers snapped closed like jaws on the tiny bird before it could flutter. She raised it to her mouth, her stomach growling for sustenance. The bird raised its beak desperately.
Heln opened her mouth. Easily, without seeming volition, her head snapped forward. Her teeth closed on the bird and crushed it.
She was just swallowing, and brushing crimson stains from her lips, when Jon entered. Jon stared at her and the tray. There were feathers on the tray. There was blood on Heln"s mouth.
"Why, Heln, what-" Jon was too surprised and confused to finish the sentence.
"An eagawk dropped on a sparren. I tried to get here and chase it away, but-"
Jon"s eyes were large. She was suspecting if not actually aware that Heln lied. Disbelief fought with another suspicion. The kinder, more logical thought survived.
"Oh, Heln, how terrible for you! I know how you love songbirds, how you enjoy seeing them! To have an eagawk drop on one right on the tray!"
"It was only following its nature," Heln said. Stealthily she wiped blood from her mouth and lips, sweeping her hand as if brushing away a crumb.
"Yes, I know, but-Heln, did you hurt yourself?"
"Bit my tongue when I tried to shout at the preybird." She turned all the way from the window. She forced herself to move slowly, as a pregnant woman should. Without another glance at Jon she got back into bed.
"Don"t you want to go for a walk this morning?"
"No!"
"But it"s so nice out!"
Heln merely closed her eyes as if bored with Jon"s presence, which was hardly an exaggeration.
Jon moved to her side and felt her forehead. "You have no temperature, Heln. You seem cool-cooler than I"d think natural."
"You ever been with child?"
"You know I haven"t!"
"That"s the way it is. For roundears, at least."