"You see?"
Ijale nodded. "If he is wrong, and I am wrong--then you must be the only one who is right." She nodded in satisfaction at the thought.
"Very nice of you to say so," Jason smiled. "And true, too. I lay no claims to infallibility but I am sure that I can see the difference between abstractions and facts a lot better than either of you, and I am certainly more adroit at handling them. The Jason dinAlt fan club meeting is now adjourned." He reached his hand over his shoulder and patted himself on the back.
"Monster of arrogance," Mikah bellowed.
"Oh, shut up."
"Pride goeth before a fall! You are a maledicent and idolatrous antipietist...."
"Very good."
"... And I grieve that I could have considered aiding you for even a second, or of standing by while you sin, and fear for the weakness of my own soul that I have not been able to resist temptation as I should. It grieves me, but I must do my duty." He banged loudly on the door. "Guard! Guard!"
Jason dropped his bowl and started to scramble to his feet, but slipped in the spilled soup and fell. As he stood again the locks rattled on the door and it opened. If he could reach Mikah before the idiot opened his mouth he would close it forever, or at least knock him out before it was too late.
It was too late. Narsisi poked his head in and blinked sleepily; Mikah struck his most dramatic pose and pointed to Jason. "Seize and arrest that man, I denounce him for attempted revolution, for planning red murder!"
Jason skidded to a halt and back-tracked, diving into a bag of his personal belongings that lay against the wall. He scrabbled in it, then kicked the contents about and finally came up with a metal-forming hammer that had a weighty solid lead head.
"More traitor you," Jason shouted at Mikah as he ran at Narsisi who had been dumbly watching the performance and mulling over Mikah"s words. Slow as he appeared, there was nothing wrong with his reflexes and his shield snapped up and took Jason"s blow while his club spun over neatly and rapped Jason on the back of the hand: the numbed fingers opened and the hammer dropped to the floor.
"I think you two better come with me, my father will know what to do,"
he said, pushing Jason and Mikah ahead of him out the door. He locked it and called for one of his brothers to stand guard, then poked his captives down the hall. They shuffled along in their leg-irons, Mikah n.o.bly as a martyr and Jason seething and grinding his teeth.
Edipon was not at all stupid when it came to slave rebellions, and sized up the situation even faster than Narsisi could relate it.
"I have been expecting this, so it comes as no surprise." His eyes held a mean little glitter when he leveled them at Jason. "I knew the time would come when you would try to overthrow me, which was why I permitted this other to a.s.sist you and to learn your skills. As I expected he has betrayed you to gain your position, which I award him now."
"Betray? I did this for no personal gain," Mikah protested.
"Only the purest of motives," Jason laughed coldly. "Don"t believe a word this pious crook tells you, Edipon. I"m not planning any revolutions, he just said that to get my job."
"You caluminate me, Jason! I never lie--you are planning revolt. You told me--"
"Silence both of you, or I"ll have you beaten to death. This is my judgment. The slave Mikah has betrayed the slave Jason, and whether the slave Jason is planning rebellion or not is completely unimportant. His a.s.sistant would have not denounced him unless he was sure that he could do the work as well, which is the only fact that has any importance to me. Your ideas about a worker-cla.s.s have troubled me Jason. I will be glad to kill them and you at the same time. Chain him with the slaves. Mikah, I award you Jason"s quarter and woman, and as long as you do the work well I will not kill you. Do it a long time and you will live a long time.
"Only the purest of motives, is that what you said, Mikah?" Jason shouted back as he was kicked from the room.
The descent from the pinnacle of power was fast and smooth. Within half an hour new shackles were on Jason"s wrists and he was chained to the wall in a dark room filled with other slaves. His leg-irons had been left on as an additional reminder of his new status. He rattled the chains and examined them in the dim light of a distant lamp as soon as the door was closed.
"How comes the revolution?" the slave chained next to him leaned over and asked in a hoa.r.s.e whisper.
"Very funny, ha-ha," Jason grumbled, then moved closer for a better look at the man who had a fine case of strabismus, his eyes pointing in independent directions. "You look familiar ... are you the new slave I talked to today?"
"That"s me, Snarbi, fine soldier, pikeman, checked out on club and dagger, seven kills and two possibles on my record, you can check it yourself at the guild hall."
"I remember it all Snarbi, including the fact that you know your way back to Appsala."
"I"ve been around."
"Then the revolution is still on, in fact it is starting right now but I want to keep it small. Instead of freeing all these slaves what do you say to the idea that we two escape by ourselves?"
"Best idea I heard since torture was invented, we don"t need all these stupid people. They just get in the way. Keep the operation small and fast, that"s what I always say."
"I always say that, too," Jason agreed, digging into his boot with his fingertip. He had managed to shove his best file and a lockpick into hiding there while Mikah was betraying him back in their room. The attack on Narsisi with the hammer had just been a cover up.
Jason had made the file himself after many attempts at manufacturing and hardening steel, and the experiments had been successful. He picked out the clay that covered the cut he had made in his leg-cuffs and tackled the soft iron with vigor; within three minutes they were lying on the floor.
"You a magician?" Snarbi whispered, shuddering back.
"Mechanic. On this planet they"re the same thing." He looked around but the exhausted slaves were all asleep and had heard nothing.
Wrapping a piece of leather around it to m.u.f.fle the sound he began to file a link in the chain that secured the shackles on his wrists.
"Snarbi," he asked, "are we on the same chain?"
"Yeah, the chain goes through these iron cuff things and holds the whole row of slaves together, the other end goes out through a hole in the wall."
"Couldn"t be better. I"m filing one of these links, and when it goes we"re both free. See if you can"t slip the chain through the holes in your shackles and lay it down without letting the next slave know what is happening. We"ll wear these iron cuffs for now, there is no time to play around with them and they shouldn"t bother us too much. Do the guards come through here at all during the night to check on the slaves?"
"Not since I"ve been here, just wake us up in the morning by pulling on the chain."
"Then let"s hope that"s what happens again tonight, because we are going to need plenty of time--_there!_" The file had cut through the link. "See if you can get enough of a grip on the other end of this link while I hold this end, we"ll try and bend it open a bit." They strained silently until the opening gaped wide and the next link fitted through the cut.
They slipped the chain and laid it silently on the ground, then drifted noiselessly to the door.
"Is there a guard outside?" Jason asked.
"Not that I know. I don"t think they have enough men here to guard all the slaves."
The door would not budge when they pushed against it, and there was just light enough to make out the large keyhole of a ma.s.sive inset lock. Jason probed lightly with the pick and curled his lip in contempt.
"These idiots have left the key in the lock." He pulled off the stiffest of his leather wrappings and after flattening it out pushed it under the badly fitting bottom edge of the door, leaving just a bit to hold onto. Then he poked lightly at the key through the keyhole and heard it thud to the ground outside. When he pulled the leather back in the key was lying in the center of it. The door unlocked silently and a moment later they were outside, staring tensely into the darkness.
"Let"s go! Run, get away from here," Snarbi said and Jason grabbed him by the throat and pulled him back.
"Isn"t there one drop of constructive intelligence on this planet? How are you going to get to Appsala without food or water, and if you find some--how can you carry enough? You want to stay alive follow my instructions. I"m going to lock this door first so that no one stumbles onto our escape by accident. Then we are going to get some transport and leave here in style. Agreed?"
The answer was only a choked rattle until Jason opened his fingers a bit and let some air into the man"s lungs. A labored groan must have meant a.s.sent because Snarbi tottered after him when he made his way through the dark alleys between the buildings.
Getting clear of the walled refinery town presented no problem since the few sentries were only looking for trouble from the outside. It was equally easy to approach Jason"s leather-walled worksite from the rear and slip through it at the spot where Jason had cut the leather and sewn up the opening with thin twine.
"Sit here and touch nothing or you will be cursed for life," he commanded the shivering Snarbi, then slipped towards the front entrance with a small sledge hammer clutched in his fist. He was pleased to see one of Edipon"s other sons on guard duty, leaning against a pole and dozing. Jason gently lifted his leather helm with his free hand and tapped once with the hammer: the guard slept even more soundly.
"Now we can get to work," Jason said when he had returned inside, and clicked a firelighter to the wick of a lantern.
"What are you doing? They"ll see us, kill us--escaped slaves."