"Lead me." The giant did not shout. He did not menace of glower or threaten. Yet there was something in his bearing which made it impossible for the frightened Lulukee to do anything but obey. "Yes, lord," he said.
"Tell me--" as they started out, the boy"s sled reluctantly left behind--"is this B"ronth the Utalian in Retoc"s pay?"
"No, I don"t think so. He works alone, lord. Reaping profit wherever he can."
"And he took the girl unwillingly?"
"Yes, lord."
"He won"t profit in this venture," Bram vowed.
The wind howled behind them. Six jeks ahead of them was Nadia City.
"Can"t you see I"m busy? Can"t you see I have no time for the likes of you?" Prokliam the seneschal whined in self-pity.
"Then make time," B"ronth said boldly, his cowardice obscured by dreams of avarice. "What I have brought through the Ice Gates is important to your ruler."
"Bontarc of Nadia," said the seneschal haughtily, "does not waste his time on every Utalian vagabond who reaches his court."
"True. But I a.s.sume Bontarc of Nadia wishes to know exactly how his brother, the Prince Jlomec, died?"
Prokliam fought to keep his puckered old face impa.s.sive. But his mind was racing and his heart throbbed painfully. Could the Utalian know anything about that? If so, and if he, Prokliam, brought this B"ronth before the Princess Volna as she had ordered....
"Wait here," Prokliam snapped arrogantly. "And keep your cloak on. We don"t want invisible Utalians floating about the palace."
B"ronth offered a mock bow. Prokliam turned to go, then whirled about again. "If you"re lying, wasting my time--"
B"ronth smiled unctuously. "In the ante-room, being amused by your palace guards, is one who has been on the Plains of Ofrid quite recently."
"So?"
"When the Prince Jlomec was there. She saw him slain."
"Wait here," said Prokliam a little breathlessly. He pushed the hanging aside and stalked down a corridor, and around a bend, and up a flight of stone stairs. He was busy, all right. That had been no lie.
Preparations must be made for the funeral games of the Prince Jlomec, to which all the n.o.bility of Tarth had been invited. But this, obviously, was more important. On this Prokliam"s life might depend....
"Are they checking way-pa.s.ses, lord?" Lulukee asked the big, silent man at his side. Ahead of them, filing slowly through the Ice Gates, were hundreds of visitors entering Nadia City for the funeral games. A flat-bottomed air-car hovered overhead, peltasts leaning over its sides, ready. Guards flanked the Ice Gates with drawn whip-swords, as if admitting the superiority of Abarian weapons of war.
"We"ll get through," Bram Forest vowed. "Tell me, Lulukee, if you brought a prisoner to the city who might be worth much to the Abarians but also to the Nadians, and if you were intent on getting the biggest profit, where would you take her?"
"If I had great courage, lord?"
"If you dreamed of reward."
"I would take her to the royal palace, lord, to Bontarc the King or to his sister, Princess Volna the Beautiful, who, some say, is the real power behind the Nadian throne although Bontarc is a great soldier."
They had reached the gate. "Way pa.s.ses," a bored guard said.
Lulukee mumbled something uncertainly. His heart beat painfully against his ribs. His brain refused to function. There was intrigue here, he could sense that. More intrigue than he cared to have a hand in. As a Nadian citizen, he owned a way pa.s.s, of course. But the giant? Obviously the giant did not. Lulukee was sorry he had ever agreed to go along with B"ronth the Utalian. Now he only wanted to get out of the entire situation as quickly--and safely--as possible.
He pointed an accusing finger at Bram Forest. "_He_ has no way pa.s.s!"
Lulukee cried.
The guards stiffened, their whip-swords ready. They looked at Bram Forest. Overhead, the air-car hovered, its peltasts stationed there in the event of trouble, their slings poised.
Ylia was in there somewhere, a prisoner. Bram Forest spurned violence for its own sake, but Ylia might need him. Ylia, who had nursed him back to health when Retoc had left him for dead on the parched Plains of Ofrid. Ylia, the lovely.
"I"m going through," Bram Forest said softly. "Don"t try to stop me."
For answer, the nearest guard let his left hand drop.
It had been a signal. Overhead, the peltasts drew back their slings.
"Will you go in peace?" the guard asked, his eyes narrow slits now, his right arm tensed to bring the whip-sword around.
Bram Forest waited. Every muscle in his superbly-conditioned body cried for action, but he would not initiate it.
The guard pointed back along the path across the ice fields, where hundreds of visitors to the city were waiting impatiently. "Then go,"
he said harshly, "before your flesh feeds the stilt-birds on the banks of the River of Ice."
The guard raised his sword menacingly. Standing rigidly still and giving no warning, Bram Forest lashed out with his left fist, hitting the guard in the mouth. Lips split, teeth flew, blood covered the guard"s face. Someone screamed. The guard fell, but his companion lashed out with his own whip-sword. Bram Forest lunged to one side and grabbed the sword-arm, twisting it. The guard howled, dropping his weapon. Lulukee made a dive for it. But the guard, his legs still free, kicked Lulukee in the face. As he fell, his senses blurring, Lulukee wondered why he had made that desperate, foolish attempt to help the big, silent man. He could not answer the question in mere words. But there was something about him, something about Bram Forest, which drew loyalty from you even as the sun drew dew from the ground....
Bram Forest lifted the second guard by sword-girdle and scruff of neck and held him aloft. The guard"s arms and legs flailed frantically.
"No!" he screamed up at the peltasts. "No...."
But they had already unleashed their first volley of stones, pelting the helpless guard until he lost consciousness. Bram Forest flung him aside, leaped over the first fallen guard"s supine body, and plunged recklessly into the crowds milling just inside the Ice Gates.
"He went that way!" a voice screamed.
"That way!"
"Over there!"
"There he is!"
It was an ancient city, with narrow, tortuous alleyways and overhanging buildings and little-used pa.s.sageways. The wide streets--the few there were--mobbed with people.
For all his size, the giant had disappeared.
Lulukee picked himself up, dusted himself off, and showed his way pa.s.s to the guard. The guard said nothing. He had lost three teeth and his mouth was swollen, painful. Lulukee sensed that somehow the little he had done to help Bram Forest was all he would ever do for him. Yet he felt with a strange pride he did not fathom that although his role in the saga of the mysterious giant had come to an end, it was the most important event in his life and would remain so if he lived to be six-hundred. He felt somehow--and could not explain why he felt this--as if in his small way he had done something to make the world Tarth a better place in which to live.
Whistling, he pushed his way through the crowds and was lost to sight just as the giant who went before him.