"Trakor!" Tharn shouted, astonished.
The boy bent while still running and caught up a spear from beside the body of one of Tharn"s victims. Hardly had he reached the cave lord"s side when a third group of palace guards appeared on the scene from behind them.
Cut off in two directions by enemies, blocked in another by the palace itself, Tharn chose the only possible avenue of escape.
"To the wall!" he shouted, then wheeled and raced across the greensward with long flashing strides, Trakor close at his heels.
Angling in sharply from two directions, the Ammadians sought to overtake them. Several spears were hurled but the distance was too great.
Trakor, seeing the high walls, knew it would be impossible to scale them in the few moments before the Ammadians arrived. But his faith in the cave lord remained unshaken; if a way to freedom could be found, Tharn would find it!
While still a few feet short of the wall, Tharn swerved sharply to the left, crashed through a thick growth of bushes and paused in front of a small gate. Even as Trakor was about to point out the futility of trying to force a way through those stubborn planks, Tharn drew open the barrier and leaped through.
Trakor, stricken dumb with astonishment at this new development, followed him into the street as Tharn slammed shut the gate and dropped its bar into place a split second before a heavy shoulder thudded against its opposite side.
What promised to be at least a breathing s.p.a.ce died in its infancy as a full dozen of the white-tunicked fighting men of Vokal"s guard appeared at the juncture of streets to their left, and catching sight of them, came tearing along the pavement in their direction.
"This way," Tharn said, and the two cave men raced into the night.
For nearly a quarter-hour the two Cro-Magnards fled through the black labyrinth of Ammad"s streets, twisting and turning to throw off pursuit.
Twice they encountered patrols from other estates along their erratic pathway, but an arrow or two from Tharn"s deadly bow drove them off.
Finally the two men slowed to a walk, their feet soundless against the stone surface of a narrow street between two walls in which no gates were visible. For the moment at least, it appeared their hunters had lost them, thus giving them a chance to gauge their present position.
Judging from the way this particular street slanted upward ahead of them they were on one of Ammad"s hills. Further along a huge building loomed against the night sky from squarely across their path--a building larger and higher than any they had seen thus far.
"Dylara is back there," Trakor said abruptly.
Tharn nodded without looking around. "I know," he said simply. "We must find some place to hole up until another night comes. Then I am going back for her."
"We were close to getting away--Dylara and I," Trakor said ruefully. "We were on the verge of stepping out into the open when I heard the guards attacking you."
"You were that close to freedom?" Tharn asked, surprised.
Briefly Trakor recounted what had taken place in Vokal"s palace. When he had finished, Tharn shook his head in savage disgust. "That makes the second time she was almost within arm"s reach of me! I suppose by this time they have her again and she is locked away."
"Perhaps," Trakor admitted. "When I saw who it was Vokal"s guards were after, I gave her my knife and she crawled under one of the tables to wait for us until we had killed the guards and could come back to get her." He laughed shortly, bitterly. "We _would_ have killed them, Tharn, if so many hadn"t come to their aid."
"It is always thus," the cave lord said philosophically. "Tomorrow night we shall try again."
While talking, they continued on up the steep rise. Now their way was blocked by the wall they had glimpsed a few moments before. A narrow roadway skirted its base in two directions, and to the right, several hundred yards distant, they could make out the faint yellow rays of a lantern above a recessed gate.
"What now?" Trakor asked shortly.
Tharn shrugged. "A tree with foliage so thick none can see us. Judging from the size of the building beyond this wall, its grounds should contain many trees. Let us enter and see if we can find one large enough for our purpose."
Trakor glanced doubtfully up at the wall"s edge fully fifteen feet from the ground. "Do we go over it or through one of the gates?"
"Over it. We dare not risk arousing the guards."
"How can we reach its top?"
In answer Tharn took up a position with his back only an inch or two from the wall. Cupping his hands together in front of him, he bent his knees slightly, keeping his back straight. "Extend your arms above your head," he directed, "and place your right foot in my hands, crouching a little while I support your weight. That way I can toss you high enough to enable your hands to catch the wall"s edge."
Trakor nodded, a shade doubtfully, and followed directions. Like a striking snake Tharn uncoiled his bent legs with a sharp upward thrust, at the same instant jerking his locked hands up to chest level.
The youth shot upward like an arrow from a bow. Tharn heard a dull thud, followed by a low exclamation of pain. He looked up to see Trakor sitting astride the wall rubbing one of his shins.
At Tharn"s instructions, Trakor lay chest down against the wall"s top and extended his right hand downward. The cave lord backed away, then ran forward and leaped high, catching Trakor"s fingers and swinging lightly up beside him.
There were trees--many of them--singly and in groups, their branches heavy with leaves. The grounds in which they stood were immense, with winding paths of crushed stone, winding between bushes heavy with jungle blooms. Here and there concealed jets flung graceful and shimmering curtains of water skyward, the falling drops pattering musically into stone-lined pools. In the distance loomed the gleaming white walls of a palace that, Tharn realized, was easily three times the size of any he had seen in Sephar.
Lightly the two men dropped to the closely clipped gra.s.s. Tharn would have liked to remain aloft for a minute or two, to drink in the beauty of the scene and to get some idea of just where within Ammad they were.
But should some sleepless Ammadian be standing at a window in that palace, he could hardly keep from seeing those two figures atop the wall.
Side by side the two cave men strode lightly toward a cl.u.s.ter of eight trees arranged in a small circle.
While from the depths of a thicket of bushes bordering one of the garden pools a pair of eyes watched them in startled wonder.
Dylara crouched beneath a table in Vokal"s kitchen and listened to that n.o.bleman"s strident voice as it lashed at a group of palace guards outside the half open door.
"Do you expect me to believe," he said hotly, "that a single warrior could slay seven of you? Were their muscles turned to water at sight of him? And the rest of you--are you soldiers or children to be so easily outwitted?"
No one attempted a reply. Ekbar, captain of the guards, stood stiffly by, beads of nervous perspiration dotting his forehead. His turn would come once Vokal was through with the guards themselves. He would be fortunate indeed to escape with no more than a tongue-lashing; he might well end up being demoted in rank.
"Who was this man?" Vokal demanded. "Did any of you recognize him? Speak up, before I order your tongues cut out with your own knives! You!" He pointed a finger at one of the men. "I understand you were one of those who first saw him. Who was he?"
The designated man, his trembling voice matching the shaking of his knees, said hurriedly, "He was like no warrior I have seen in all Ammad, Most-High. He was very tall, with great rippling muscles that----"
"Enough!" Vokal shouted. "I might have known you would claim no ordinary man could best the lot of you. And, I suppose, at least fifty more of these huge strangers fell upon you?"
"No, Most-High," the warrior admitted. "But there was one more, not quite so large as the first. He came from within the palace to join his friend and the two of them ran----"
"Wait!" the n.o.bleman said sharply. "Are you sure this second man came from _inside_ the palace?"
"Yes, Most-High." He pointed an unsteady hand at the door leading to the palace kitchen. "He came from there. With my own eye I----"
"Enough!" Vokal wheeled toward the captain of his guard. "Ekbar, send a detail to comb every room of the palace. There may be more of these strange intruders in there."
"At once, Most-High."
Dylara, listening from her place of concealment within the kitchen, knew she dared stay there no longer. A moment from now the room would be swarming with armed men and she was sure to be found. It was unfortunate she could not have accompanied Trakor when he raced out to Tharn"s a.s.sistance, but she had known then, as now, that she would only have slowed their dash for freedom. With Tharn and Trakor both at liberty within Ammad"s walls, they would eventually find a way to rescue her.