_Argo spoke in a pale white voice that sounded like the whisper of thin fingers tearing webs._
_"So," she said. "We will stay at least another seven days."_
_"But why?" asked the captain._
_"I have received a sign from the sea."_
_"I do not wish to question your authority, Priestess," began the captain._
_"Then do not," interrupted Argo._
_"My mate has raised the objection that ..."_
_"Your mate has raised his hand to me once," stated the Priestess. "It is only in my benevolence ..." Here she paused, and her voice became more unsure, "... that I do not destroy him where he stands." Beneath, her veil, a face could be made out that might have belonged to a dried skull._
_"But," began the captain._
_"We wait here by the island of Aptor another seven days," commanded Argo. She looked away from the captain now, in a direction that must have been straight into the eyes of the mate. From behind the veil, hate welled like living liquid from the seemingly empty sockets. They turned to go, and once more on deck, they stopped to watch the sea. Near the indistinct horizon, a sharp tongue of land outlined itself with mountains. The cliffs were chalky on one side, then streaked with red and blue clays on the other. There was a reddish glow beyond one mountain, like the shimmering of a volcano. And dark as most of it was, it was a distinct darkness, backed with purple, or broken by the warm, differing grays of individual rocks. Even through the night, at this distance, beyond the silver crescent of the beach, the jungle looked rich, green even in the darkness, redolently full and quiveringly heavy with life._
And then the thin screams ...
CHAPTER VI
Geo rolled over and out of sleep, stones and moss beneath his shoulder.
He grabbed his sword and was on his feet instantly. Iimmi was also standing with raised blade. The river sloshed coldly behind them.
The thin screaming came again, like a hot wire drawn down the gelid morning. Snake and Urson were also up, now. The sounds came from the direction of the ruined barracks. Geo started forward, cautiously, curiosity drawing him toward the sound, fear sending him from the relatively unprotected bank and into the woods. The others followed him.
Abruptly they reached the edge of the forest"s wall, beyond which was the clear s.p.a.ce before the broken building. They crouched now, behind the trees, watching, fascinated.
Between ape and man, it hovered at the edge of the forest in the shadow.
It was Snake"s height, but more of Urson"s build. An animal pelt wrapped its middle and went over its shoulder, clothing it more fully than either of the four humans were clothed. Thick-footed, great-handed, it loped four steps into the clearing, uttered its piercing shriek, and fell on a hunk of flesh that last night"s beasts had dropped from the sky. Its head rocked back and forth as it tore at its food. Once it raised its head and a sliver of flesh shook from its teeth before the face dropped again to devour.
They watched the huge fingers upon broad flat palms, tipped with bronze-colored claws, convulse again and again, reflexively, into the gray, fibrous meat while the fanged mouth ripped.
Whether it was a shift of breeze, or a final reflex, Geo couldn"t tell, but one of the membranous sails raised darkly and beat about the oblivious animal that fed on its corpse.
"Come on," Urson said. "Let"s go."
A thin scream sounded behind them, and they whirled.
It crouched apishly, the bronze-clawed fingers opened and closed like breathing, and the s.h.a.ggy head was knotted with dirt and twigs. The breath hissed from the faintly moving, full lips.
Urson reached for his sword, but Iimmi saw him and whispered, "No, don"t."
The Negro extended his hand and moved slowly forward. The hulking form took a step back, and mewed.
Geo suddenly caught the idea. Coming up beside Iimmi, he made a quick series of snaps with his fingers and said in a coaxing, baby voice.
"Come, come, come." He laughed softly to Urson back over his shoulder.
"It won"t hurt us," he said.
"If we don"t hurt it," added Iimmi. "It"s some sort of necrophage."
"A what?" asked Urson.
"It only eats dead things," Geo explained. "They"re mentioned in some of the old legends. Apparently, after the Great Fire, so the story goes, there were more of these things around than anything else. In Leptar, though, they became extinct."
"Come here, cutie," said Iimmi. "Nice little, sweet little, pretty little thing."
It mewed again, bowed its head, came over and rubbed against Iimmi"s hip. "Smells like h.e.l.l," the Negro observed, scratching behind its ear.
"Watch out there, big boy!" The beast gave a particularly affectionate rub that almost upset Iimmi"s balance.
"Leave your pet alone," said Urson, "and let"s get going."
Geo patted the ape-like skull. "So long, beautiful," he said. They turned toward the river again.
As they emerged on the rocky bank, Geo said, "Well, at least we know we have seven days to get to the Temple of Hama and out again."
"What do you mean?" asked Iimmi.
"Don"t you remember the dream, back on the ship?"
"Who was thinking that?" asked Iimmi.
"Jordde, the first mate."
"He makes everybody look dead. I thought I was having a nightmare. I could hardly recognize the captain."
"You see one reason for believing he"s a spy?"
"Because of the way he sees things?" Again he smiled. "A poet"s reason, I"m afraid. But I see."
The thin shriek sounded behind them, and they turned to see the hulking form crouched on the rocks above them.
"Uh-oh," said Urson, "there"s your cute friend."
"I hope we haven"t picked up a tag-a-long for the rest of the trip,"
said Geo.
It loped down over the rocks and stopped just before them.
"What"s it got?" Iimmi asked.