Simon shook his head. "Nay. "Twas not a wish to die, look thou, nor even a willingness, but a sureness, a certainty, that he would die, was indeed that moment dying, but slowly."
Rod sat very still.
"I labored mightily "gainst that compulsion. Yet I could but ask questions that would recall to mind the things that would make him wish to live-wife, and baims, and careful neighbors; yet naught availed." He shook his head. "One would have thought he had not heard; for still throughout him rang the brazen knell of death." Simon sighed, turning his head slowly from side to side. "In the end, I could but bid his brothers take him to the priest, but the good friar fared no better than I." He shrugged. "I could not cast into his mind thoughts to counter that fell compulsion. The power was not in me."
Rod nodded, understanding. Simon was only a telepath, not a projective.
Simon picked up a stick, and poked at the fire. "He died, in the end. He ate not, nor drank, and withered up like a November leaf. And I, heartsick, began to wonder how such a doom came to burden him. For he"d ever been a cheerful fellow, and I could see that one had laid a spell upon him. Aye, I pondered how one could be so evil as to do so fell a deed.
"So I commenced long walks throughout the county till at length I found that same wholehearted, whole consump- tion of a mind-yet "twas not one mind, but a score; for I came into a village, and found that half the folk who lived 762.
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there were bewitched. Oh, aye, they walked and spoke like any normal folk-but all their minds were filled with but one single thought."
"Death?" Rod felt the eenness creeping over the back of his skull.
"Nay." Simon shook his head. ""Twas praise of Alfar."
"Oh-h-h." Rod lifted his head slowly. "The sorcerer"s enchantment team had been at work."
"They had-and, knowing that, I went back to mine own village and, in chatting with my fellow villagers, asked a question here, and another there, and slowly built up a picture of that which had occurred to Tom Shepherd. He"d met a warlock in the fields, who had bade him kneel to Alfar. Tom spat upon the ground, and told that warlock that his Alfar was naught but a villein, who truly owed allegiance to Duke Romanov, even as Tom Shepherd did. The warlock then bade him swear loyalty to Alfar, or die; but Tom laughed in his face, and bade him do his worst."
"So he did?"
"Aye, he did indeed! Then, knowing this, I went back to the village where half had been of one thought only, and that thought Alfar"s. I found only ten of a hundred still free in their thoughts, and those ten walking through a living nightmare of fear; for I spoke with some, and heard within their thoughts that several of them had defied the warlocks, and died as Tom Shepherd had. Even as I stood there, one broke beneath his weight "of fear, and swore inside himself that he"d be Alfar"s man henceforth, and be done with terror."
Simon shuddered. "I a.s.sure thee, I left that village as quickly as I might."
He turned to look directly into Rod"s eyes, and his gaze seemed to bore into Rod"s brain. "I cannot allow such ob- scenities of horror to exist, the whiles I sit by and do naught."
He shook his head slowly. "Craven was I, ever to think I could walk away and leave this evil be."
"No," Rod said. "No, you can"t, can you? Not and still be who you are."
Simon frowned. "Strangely put-yet, I doubt me not, quite true."
The campsite was quiet for a few minutes, as both men sat watching the flames, each immersed in his own thoughts.
Then Rod lifted his head, to find Simon"s gaze on him.
"Now," said the innkeeper, ""tis thy turn. Is"t not?"
"For what?"
"For honesty. Why dost thou go North?"
Rod held his gaze for a few moments, then, slowly, he said, "Same reason as yours, really-or one pretty much like it. I"ve seen some of Alfar"s work, and it"s sickened me. I can"t call myself a man if I let that happen without fighting it. At the very least, I"ve got to help keep it from spreading-or die trying."
"As indeed thou mayest," Simon breathed. "Yet that is not the whole of thine answer, is it?"
"No-but that"s all you"re going to get."
They gazed at one another for several heartbeats, the blade of Rod"s glare clashing off the velvet wall of Simon"s acceptance. Finally, the innkeeper nodded. ""Tis thine af- fair, of course." He sounded as though he meant it.
He turned back to the fire. "Thou art mine ally for this time. I need know no more than that the sorcerer"s thine enemy."
"Well, that-and that the stew"s ready." Rod leaned over to sniff the vapors. "Not bad, for field rations. Want some?"
When Simon rolled up in his cloak to sleep. Rod went over to curry Fess. The job wasn"t really stage dressing at all-Fess"s horsehair may have owed more to plastic than to genetics, but it still collected brambles and burrs on occasion.
"So." Rod ran the currycomb along Fess"s withers. "Alfar started out with nothing but feelings of inferiority, and a grudge against the world."
"An ordinary paranoid personality," Fess noted.
"Yeah, except that he was an esper. And somewhere along the line, he all of a sudden became a lot more powerful than your average warlock." He looked up at Fess. "Maybe just because he managed to talk some other witches into joining him?"
"Perhaps." The robot sounded very skeptical. "I cannot help but think there is more to the matter than that."
"Probably right, too... So. Alfar had a sudden boost in power, and/or got together a gang. Then he started leaning f64 Christopher Stasheff on the local citizenry, like any good gangster." i "The process seems to begin with intimidation," Fess "
noted. ; Rod stopped currying for a minute. "Maybe... Even the soldiers were scared, when they were marching against him...." He shrugged. "Hard to say. In any event, he"s finally able to ma.s.s-hypnotize whole villages-though from the soldier"s account, it needs to be redone in depth, on an individual basis."
"The soldiers" ma.s.s hypnosis was done during the heat of battle. Rod, and very quickly. The peasant villages seem to have been done more leisurely, by Simon"s statement- over a period of days, perhaps even weeks."
"True-so it would be more thorough. Though, appar- ently, some are harder to hypnotize than others." He looked up at Fess again. "And espers appears to be immune."
"So it would seem, to judge by Simon."
"Yes..." Briefly, Rod wondered about that. Then he shrugged it off. "Anyhow. When Alfar"d built enough of a power base, one of the local knights got worried, and tried to knock him down before he grew too big. But he was already too big."
"Indeed," Fess agreed. "He was already powerful enough to overcome a knight with his village force."
Rod nodded. "And by the time he was big enough to worry the local baron, he"d absorbed the forces of several knights. So the baron fell, and the chain reaction began- the baron, then the count, then finally the duke himself- and it doesn"t end there, does it?"
"Certainly not, Rod. After all, he now has the resources of a duchy to draw on."
"Yes. We all know what he"s going to do now, don"t we?"
"But surely Gwendylon and the children have already borne word to Tuan and Catharine, Rod-and the d.u.c.h.ess"s personal account must certainly have been very persuasive.
I doubt not that Tuan is already gathering his forces."
"Gathering them, yes. But it"s going to be at least a week or two before he can march North."
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with sufficient speed to enable him to carry the attack to Tuan!"
"Oh, I don"t think he would, anyway." Rod looked up into Fess"s imitation eyes. "All the Duke"s horses and all the Duke"s men aren"t quite enough to take on the King"s army."
"True," the robot conceded. "Therefore, he will attack Earl Tudor."
"You really think he"d dare strike that close to Tuan?"
"Perhaps not. Perhaps he will seek to conquer Hapsburg first."
"It"s just great, having outgoing neighbors ... and if he manages to swallow Hapsburg, he"ll have to digest him before he can take on Tudor."
"I doubt that he would try. He might be able to defeat the Earl quickly, but he must surely need a week or two to complete the indoctrination of the captured soldiers."
"And while he"s digesting, he"s right next to Tuan. No, you"re right. He"d try to march through Tudor, and attack Tuan right away. Which means our job is to keep him from being able to attack another baron, before Tuan attacks him."
"What methods do you propose. Rod?"
Rod shrugged. "The usual-hit and run, practical jokes, whispering campaigns-nothing sensible. Keep him off- balance. Which shouldn"t be too hard; he"s going to be feeling pretty insecure, right about now."
"He will indeed. And, being paranoid, he will seek to eliminate whatever enemies he does see, before he turns his attention to attack."
"Maybe. But a paranoid also might decide to attack be- fore the next baron can attack him, and start his own secret police to take care of internal enemies." Rod clenched a fist in frustration. "d.a.m.n! If only you could predict what a single human being would do!"
"Be glad you cannot," Fess reminded, "or VETO and its totalitarians could easily triumph."
"True," Rod growled. "Truer than I like. And speaking of our proletarian pals, do you see any evidence of their meddling in this?"
"Alfar"s techniques do resemble theirs," Fess admitted.
166 "Resemble? Wish fulfillment, more likely! He"s got the kind of power they dream of-long-distance, ma.s.s- production brainwashing! What wouldn"t any good little dictator give for that?"
"His soul, perhaps?"
"Are you kidding? Totalitarianism works the other way.
around-everybody else gives their souls to the dictator!"
"Unpleasant, but probably accurate. Nonetheless, there is no evidence of futurian activity."
"Neither totalitarians nor anarchists, huh?"
"Certainly not. Rod."
"Not even the sudden, huge jump in Alfar"s powers?"
"That ability does bother me," Pess admitted. "A pro- jective telepath, who seems to be able to take on a whole parish at one time... Still, there"s no reason to believe the totalitarians would be behind it."
"Oh, yes there is," Rod countered. "From everything Simon"s told me, and it just backed up what Gwen said- the trance these people seem to walk around in, is thoroughly impersonal."
"Almost depersonalized, you might say? I had, had something of the same thought too. Rod. I recognize the state."
"Yes-mechanical, isn"t it?"
"True. But that is not conclusive evidence of futurian meddling."
"No-but it does make you wonder." Rod gave the syn- thetic horsehair a last swipe with the brush. "There! As new and shiny as though you"d just come from the factory. Do you mind a long tether, just for appearances?"
"I would mind not having it. It is certainly necessary, Rod."
"Must keep them up, mustn"t we?" Rod reached into the cart, pulled out a length of rope, tied one end to Fess"s halter and the other to a convenient tree branch. "Besides, you can break it easily, if you want."
"I will not hesitate to do so," Fess a.s.sured him. "Sleep while you can. Rod. You will need the rest."
"You"re such an optomist." Rod pulled his cloak out of the cart and went back to the campfire. "I"m not exactly in 167.
a great mood for emptying my mind of the cares of the day."
Try," the robot urged.
"If I try to sleep, I"ll stay awake." Rod lay down and rolled up in his cloak. "How about trying to stay awake?"
"Not if you truly want to sleep. I could play soft music, Rod."
"Thanks, but I think the nightbirds are doing a pretty good job of that."
"As you wish. Good night. Rod."
"I hope so," Rod returned. "Same to you, Fess." He rolled over toward the fire...
... and found himself staring into Simon"s wide-open, calm, and thoughtful eyes.
"Uh.. .hi, there." Rod forced a sickly grin. "Say, I"ll bet you"re wondering what I was doing, rambling on like that-aren"t you?"
"Not greatly," Simon answered, "though I do find thy conversation to be of great interest."
"Oh, I"m sure." Rod"s stomach sank. "Does it, uh, bother you, to, uh, hear me talk to my horse."
"Not at all." Simon looked faintly surprised. "And "tis certainly not so desperate as talking to thyself."
"That"s a point..."
""Tis also scarcely amazing." Simon favored him with a rather bleak smile. "Be mindful, I"m an innkeeper, and many carters have stopped at my inn. Every one I"ve known, has spoken to his horse."
"Oh." Rod hoped his surprise didn"t shown in his face.
"You mean I"m not exactly unusual?"
"Only in this: thou"rt the first I"ve heard who, when he spoke to his horse, made sense."