_CHAPTER ELEVEN_
_Thrala"s Mate_
Although there were falls of rock within the Caverns and some of the pa.s.sages were closed, few of the Folk suffered injury. Gibi scouts reported that the land about the entrance to the Caves had sunk, and that the River of Gold, thrown out of its bed, was fast filling this basin to form a lake.
As far as they could discover, none of the Black Ones had survived the battle and the sealing of the Caves. But they could not be sure that there was not a handful of outlaws somewhere within the confines of Tav.
The Crater itself was changed. A series of raw hills had appeared in the central plain. The pool of boiling mud had vanished and trees in the forest lay flat, as if cut by a giant scythe.
Upon their return to the cliff city, the Gibi found most of their wax skysc.r.a.pers in ruins, but they set about rebuilding without complaint.
The squirrel farmers emerged from their burrows and were again busy in the fields.
Garin felt out of place in all the activity that filled the Caverns.
More than ever he was the outlander with no true roots in Tav.
Restlessly, he explored the Caverns, spending many hours in the Place of Ancestors, where he studied those men of the outer world who had preceded him into this weird land.
One night when he came back to his chamber he found Dandtan and Trar awaiting him there. There was a curious hardness in Dandtan"s att.i.tude, a somber sobriety in Trar"s carriage.
"Have you sought the Hall of Women since the battle?" demanded the son of the Ancient Ones abruptly.
"No," retorted Garin shortly. Did Dandtan accuse him of double dealing?
"Have you sent a message to Thrala?"
Garin held back his rising temper. "I have not ventured where I can not."
Dandtan nodded to Trar as if his suspicions had been confirmed. "You see how it stands, Trar."
Trar shook his head slowly. "But never has the summoning been at fault--"
"You forget," Dandtan reminded him sharply. "It was once--and the penalty was exacted. So shall it be again."
Garin looked from one to the other, confused. Dandtan seemed possessed of a certain ruthless anger, but Trar was manifestly unhappy.
"It must come after council, the Daughter willing," the Lord of the Folk said.
Dandtan strode toward the door. "Thrala is not to know. a.s.semble the Council tonight. Meanwhile, see that he," he jerked his thumb toward Garin, "does not leave this room."
Thus Garin became a prisoner under the guard of the Folk, unable to discover of what Dandtan accused him, or how he had aroused the hatred of the Cavern ruler. Unless Dandtan"s jealousy had been aroused and he was determined to rid himself of a rival.
Believing this, the flyer went willingly to the chamber where the judges waited. Dandtan sat at the head of a long table, Trar at his right hand and lesser n.o.bles of the Folk beyond.
"You know the charge," Dandtan"s words were tipped with venom as Garin came to stand before him. "Out of his own mouth has this outlander condemned himself. Therefore I ask that you decree for him the fate of that outlander of the second calling who rebelled against the summoning."
"The outlander has admitted his fault?" questioned one of the Folk.
Trar inclined his head sadly. "He did."
As Garin opened his mouth to demand a stating of the charge against him, Dandtan spoke again:
"What say you, Lords?"
For a long moment they sat in silence and then they bobbed their lizard heads in a.s.sent. "Do as you desire, Dweller in the Light."
Dandtan smiled without mirth. "Look, outlander." He pa.s.sed his hand over the gla.s.s of the seeing mirror set in the table top. "This is the fate of him who rebels--"
In the shining surface Garin saw pictured a break in Tav"s wall. At its foot stood a group of men of the Ancient Ones, and in their midst struggled a prisoner. They were forcing him to climb the crater wall.
Garin watched him reach the lip and crawl over, to stagger across the steaming rock, dodging the scalding vapor of hot springs, until he pitched face down in the slimy mud.
"Such was his ending, and so will you end--"
The calm brutality of that statement aroused Garin"s anger. "Rather would I die that way than linger in this den," he cried hotly. "You, who owe your life to me, would send me to such a death without even telling me of what I am accused. Little is there to choose between you and Kepta, after all--except that he was an open enemy!"
Dandtan sprang to his feet, but Trar caught his arm.
"He speaks fairly. Ask him why he will not fulfill the summoning."
While Dandtan hesitated, Garin leaned across the table, flinging his words, weapon-like, straight into that cold face.
"I"ll admit that I love Thrala--have loved her since that moment when I saw her on the steps of the morgel pit in the caves. Since when has it become a crime to love that which may not be yours--if you do not try to take it?"
Trar released Dandtan, his golden eyes gleaming.
"If you love her, claim her. It is your right."
"Do I not know," Garin turned to him, "that she is Dandtan"s. Thran had no idea of Dandtan"s survival when he laid his will upon her. Shall I stoop to holding her to an unwelcome bargain? Let her go to the one she loves...."
Dandtan"s face was livid, and his hands, resting on the table, trembled.
One by one the lords of the Folk slipped away, leaving the two face-to-face.
"And I thought to order you to your death." Dandtan"s whisper was husky as it emerged between dry lips. "Garin, we thought you knew--and, knowing, had refused her."
"Knew what?"
"That I am Thran"s son--and Thrala"s brother."
The floor swung beneath Garin"s unsteady feet. Dandtan"s hands were warm on his shoulders.
"I am a fool," said the American slowly.
Dandtan smiled. "A very honorable fool! Now get you to Thrala, who deserves to hear the full of this tangle."
So it was that, with Dandtan by his side, Garin walked for the second time down that hallway, to pa.s.s the golden curtains and stand in the presence of the Daughter. She came straight from her cushions into his arms when she read what was in his face. They needed no words.