They stood in an ornately furnished chamber, empty but for themselves, and she drew him to a gold-barred window, through which he saw trees and shrubbery.
"You are strong," she panted. "If you can tear these bars away, you may yet escape. The garden is full of guards, but the shrubs are thick, and you may avoid them. The southern wall is also the outer wall of the city. Once over that, you have a chance to get away. A horse is hidden for you in a thicket beside the road that runs westward, a few hundred paces to the south of the fountain of Thrallos. You know where it is?"
"Aye! But what of you? I had meant to take you with me."
A flood of joy lighted her beautiful face.
"Then my cup of happiness is br.i.m.m.i.n.g! But I will not hamper your escape. Burdened with me you would fail. Nay, do not fear for me. They will never suspect that I aided you willingly. Go! What you have just said will glorify my life throughout the long years."
He caught her up in his iron arms, crushed her slim, vibrant figure to him and kissed her fiercely on eyes, cheeks, throat and lips, until she lay panting in his embrace; gusty and tempestuous as a storm-wind, even his love-making was violent.
"I"ll go," he muttered. "But by Crom, I"ll come for you some day!"
Wheeling, he gripped the gold bars and tore them from their sockets with one tremendous wrench; threw a leg over the sill and went down swiftly, clinging to the ornaments on the wall. He hit the ground running and melted like a shadow into the maze of towering rose-bushes and spreading trees. The one look he cast back over his shoulder showed him Zen.o.bia leaning over the window-sill, her arms stretched after him in mute farewell and renunciation.
Guards were running through the garden, all converging toward the palace, where the clamor momentarily grew louder--tall men in burnished cuira.s.ses and crested helmets of polished bronze. The starlight struck glints from their gleaming armor, among the trees, betraying their every movement; but the sound of their coming ran far before them. To Conan, wilderness-bred, their rush through the shrubbery was like the blundering stampede of cattle. Some of them pa.s.sed within a few feet of where he lay flat in a thick cl.u.s.ter of bushes, and never guessed his presence. With the palace as their goal, they were oblivious to all else about them. When they had gone shouting on, he rose and fled through the garden with no more noise than a panther would have made.
So quickly he came to the southern wall, and mounted the steps that led to the parapet. The wall was made to keep people out, not in. No sentry patrolling the battlements was in sight. Crouching by an embrasure he glanced back at the great palace rearing above the cypresses behind him.
Lights blazed from every window, and he could see figures flitting back and forth across them like puppets on invisible strings. He grinned hardly, shook his fist in a gesture of farewell and menace, and let himself over the outer rim of the parapet.
A low tree, a few yards below the parapet, received Conan"s weight, as he dropped noiselessly into the branches. An instant later he was racing through the shadows with the swinging hillman"s stride that eats up long miles.
Gardens and pleasure villas surrounded the walls of Belverus. Drowsy slaves, sleeping by their watchman"s pikes, did not see the swift and furtive figure that scaled walls, crossed alleys made by the arching branches of trees, and threaded a noiseless way through orchards and vineyards. Watchdogs woke and lifted their deep-booming clamor at a gliding shadow, half scented, half sensed, and then it was gone.
In a chamber of the palace Tarascus writhed and cursed on a blood-spattered couch, under the deft, quick fingers of Orastes. The palace was thronged with wide-eyed, trembling servitors, but the chamber where the king lay was empty save for himself and the renegade priest.
"Are you sure he still sleeps?" Tarascus demanded again, setting his teeth against the bite of the herb juices with which Orastes was bandaging the long, ragged gash in his shoulder and ribs. "Ishtar, Mitra and Set! That burns like molten pitch of h.e.l.l!"
"Which you would be experiencing even now, but for your good fortune,"
remarked Orastes. "Whoever wielded that knife struck to kill. Yes, I have told you that Xaltotun still sleeps. Why are you so urgent upon that point? What has he to do with this?"
"You know nothing of what has pa.s.sed in the palace tonight?" Tarascus searched the priest"s countenance with burning intensity.
"Nothing. As you know, I have been employed in translating ma.n.u.scripts for Xaltotun, for some months now, transcribing esoteric volumes written in the younger languages into script he can read. He was well versed in all the tongues and scripts of his day, but he has not yet learned all the newer languages, and to save time he has me translate these works for him, to learn if any new knowledge has been discovered since his time. I did not know that he had returned last night until he sent for me and told me of the battle. Then I returned to my studies, nor did I know that you had returned until the clamor in the palace brought me out of my cell."
"Then you do not know that Xaltotun brought the king of Aquilonia a captive to this palace?"
Orastes shook his head, without particular surprise.
"Xaltotun merely said that Conan would oppose us no more. I supposed that he had fallen, but did not ask the details."
"Xaltotun saved his life when I would have slain him," snarled Tarascus.
"I saw his purpose instantly. He would hold Conan captive to use as a club against us--against Amalric, against Valerius, and against myself.
So long as Conan lives he is a threat, a unifying factor for Aquilonia, that might be used to compel us into courses we would not otherwise follow. I mistrust this undead Pythonian. Of late I have begun to fear him.
"I followed him, some hours after he had departed eastward. I wished to learn what he intended doing with Conan. I found that he had imprisoned him in the pits. I intended to see that the barbarian died, in spite of Xaltotun. And I accomplished----"
A cautious knock sounded at the door.
"That"s Arideus," grunted Tarascus. "Let him in."
The saturnine squire entered, his eyes blazing with suppressed excitement.
"How, Arideus?" exclaimed Tarascus. "Have you found the man who attacked me?"
"You did not see him, my lord?" asked Arideus, as one who would a.s.sure himself of a fact he already knows to exist. "You did not recognize him?"
"No. It happened so quick, and the candle was out--all I could think of was that it was some devil loosed on me by Xaltotun"s magic----"
"The Pythonian sleeps in his barred and bolted room. But I have been in the pits." Arideus twitched his lean shoulders excitedly.
"Well, speak, man!" exclaimed Tarascus impatiently. "What did you find there?"
"An empty dungeon," whispered the squire. "The corpse of the great ape!"
"_What?_" Tarascus started upright, and blood gushed from his opened wound.
"Aye! The man-eater is dead--stabbed through the heart--and Conan is gone!"
Tarascus was gray of face as he mechanically allowed Orastes to force him prostrate again and the priest renewed work upon his mangled flesh.
"Conan!" he repeated. "Not a crushed corpse--escaped! Mitra! He is no man; but a devil himself! I thought Xaltotun was behind this wound. I see now. G.o.ds and devils! It was Conan who stabbed me! Arideus!"
"Aye, your Majesty!"
"Search every nook in the palace. He may be skulking through the dark corridors now like a hungry tiger. Let no niche escape your scrutiny, and beware. It is not a civilized man you hunt, but a blood-mad barbarian whose strength and ferocity are those of a wild beast. Scour the palace-grounds and the city. Throw a cordon about the walls. If you find he has escaped from the city, as he may well do, take a troop of hors.e.m.e.n and follow him. Once past the walls it will be like hunting a wolf through the hills. But haste, and you may yet catch him."
"This is a matter which requires more than ordinary human wits," said Orastes. "Perhaps we should seek Xaltotun"s advice."
"No!" exclaimed Tarascus violently. "Let the troopers pursue Conan and slay him. Xaltotun can hold no grudge against us if we kill a prisoner to prevent his escape."
"Well," said Orastes, "I am no Acheronian, but I am versed in some of the arts, and the control of certain spirits which have cloaked themselves in material substance. Perhaps I can aid you in this matter."
The fountain of Thrallos stood in a cl.u.s.tered ring of oaks beside the road a mile from the walls of the city. Its musical tinkle reached Conan"s ears through the silence of the starlight. He drank deep of its icy stream, and then hurried southward toward a small, dense thicket he saw there. Rounding it, he saw a great white horse tied among the bushes. Heaving a deep gusty sigh he reached it with one stride--a mocking laugh brought him about, glaring.
A dully glinting, mail-clad figure moved out of the shadows into the starlight. This was no plumed and burnished palace guardsman. It was a tall man in morion and gray chain-mail--one of the Adventurers, a cla.s.s of warriors peculiar to Nemedia; men who had not attained to the wealth and position of knighthood, or had fallen from that estate; hard-bitten fighters, dedicating their lives to war and adventure. They const.i.tuted a cla.s.s of their own, sometimes commanding troops, but themselves accountable to no man but the king. Conan knew that he could have been discovered by no more dangerous a foeman.
A quick glance among the shadows convinced him that the man was alone, and he expanded his great chest slightly, digging his toes into the turf, as his thews coiled tensely.
"I was riding for Belverus on Amalric"s business," said the Adventurer, advancing warily. The starlight was a long sheen on the great two-handed sword he bore naked in his hand. "A horse whinnied to mine from the thicket. I investigated and thought it strange a steed should be tethered here. I waited--and lo, I have caught a rare prize!"
The Adventurers lived by their swords.
"I know you," muttered the Nemedian. "You are Conan, king of Aquilonia.
I thought I saw you die in the valley of the Valkia, but----"