He sheathed his knife and thrust a hand into the pouch at his belt. His
fingers touched something long and metallic.
Of course! he told himself. Although it probably won't work now that I
need it!
He pulled out the metal cylinder and twisted at the ends. As he located
the right one, the blue-green light flared out, brilliant to eyes
adjusted to the blackness.
"It is a door!" Vaneen breathed. "Look, Yorgh! You can see through--"
She stopped as the door slowly swung open.
V
Yorgh held the light in his left hand and dropped the other to the hilt
of his knife, straining to see who or what was opening the door.
Then he decided to thrash that matter out on the inside and twisted the
light off to avoid making himself a target.
He stepped forward ... and smashed into the closing door.
At first, he thought someone had hit him. Then he heard the tiny click
as the door shut.
"There are torches below the steps!" Vaneen warned.
Yorgh twisted the light on again, and held it out so he could examine
the door closely. He saw the blue-green rays reflected from the small,
round bump on the portal, which immediately swung open again.
This time, Yorgh charged ahead without waiting. Vaneen was on his
heels. As they passed the door, and their bodies shielded the light in
his hand, it swung back and clicked shut again. They were alone in a
large, shadowy chamber.
"Look!" Vaneen said.
He turned and found he could see the rest of the corridor plainly
through the door, lit by the reflection of torches. It grew brighter as
a young Raydower thrust a light and his head cautiously above the level
of the floor.
Yorgh twisted the light off and drew Vaneen to one side.
"You know," he whispered, "when one follows a loppa trail to a
waterhole, and finds only ponadu tracks going away, one asks no
questions as to exactly how it came about. If they do not have a little
light like mine, I think they will not get past that door."
It turned out that he was right.
The voices outside were almost inaudible, but the torch light shone in
the corridor. Someone finally laid the palm of a sweating hand against
the door. When he found that he could not push it open he quickly
retreated.
After a while Yorgh peeped out in time to see the last of the pursuers
descending the steps. Then it was dark again.
"I can see the stars," murmured Vaneen.
Yorgh looked up. It was true.
"And, Yorgh...?"
"Yes?" he asked, feeling light of heart at having succeeded in escaping
the Raydowers for the time being.
"I ... am beginning to believe your story about finding the metal stick
in the desert. I'm sorry I said what I did."
Yorgh chuckled and reached out for her in the dark. He pulled her to
him and found her soft lips with his. After the first instant, she
slipped strong young arms about his waist and strained her body against
his.
"That's ninety-nine you owe me," said Yorgh, taking a deep breath.
Vaneen pretended to pull back from him, with a low laugh.
Abruptly, following a quiet click, the place was flooded by a white
glare that was like a blow on his eyes. When he could see again, they
were still the only ones there ... except for a skeleton on a couch
across the wide, cluttered chamber ... and another on the floor beside
a long table with many drawers.
"What is it?" gasped Yorgh.
"I don't know. My shoulder touched something on the wall beside the
door, and--"
The place was filled with strange furnishings. Some were wooden
and seemed to sag here and there; most were queer things of metal.
Overhead, a transparent roof offered a good view of the stars.
Cautiously, with Vaneen crowding close, Yorgh walked around the
chamber. There were other doors, and he tried his light at one of
them. It obediently swung open to reveal what must have been sleeping
quarters. Yorgh saw more bones, and let the door close again.
It was Vaneen who discovered the books. The writing and pictures on the
smooth, pliable pages put to shame the few parchment records they had
seen in the village of the Sea People.
Yorgh never remembered how many awed hours they spent looking at the
strange instruments and colored maps and other curiosities. The sky, he
did recall later, was showing light when he made his little mistake.
"This must be a place of the Old Ones of the legends," Vaneen was
murmuring as Yorgh fingered a series of little studs on one of the
machines.
Suddenly, there was whirring motion under his hand. He leaped back,
startled. A humming grew from nowhere, followed by a scratching sound
that culminated in a loud snap.
A tired voice spoke, sounding so near and natural that Yorgh dropped a
hand to his knife and looked about.
"World Four of the Kithgol planetary system reporting on the hundred
and sixty-first day of the plague. Urgently request the dropping of
medical supplies detailed in last report, but advise against any
attempt to land here. The plague is still uncontrollable, even animals,
with few exceptions, being wiped out.
"Little hope for survival of this colony. Personnel of this station
remain in strict quarantine, and will not venture out to mingle with
other colonists in hopes of maintaining communication to the last...."
There was more, but Yorgh was satisfied.
He backed away from the talking thing, and saw that Vaneen's face was
as white as his own felt.
"Let's go down again," he whispered through dry lips. "It's getting
light."
He would have accepted a look of scorn for such a weak excuse, but
the girl followed meekly. The door opened as soon as he got his light
within a yard of it, and they crept guiltily down the stairs cut out of
solid rock.
* * * * *
There were no Raydowers about until Yorgh and Vaneen came wearily down
the last flight of steps on the face of the cliff. Jayn was waiting
there in the little clearing, with Ueln and a crowd of villagers,
spearmen prominently to the fore.
"The spirits let you return!" murmured Jayn, her face strained and pale.
There was a general air of shrinking back among the crowd, although
Yorgh did not see anyone actually move his feet.
"I swear," said Ueln, "that they must have been all the way inside the
shrine. I followed right to the Portal!"
"That is true enough," said Yorgh, waiting a few steps up to see what
they would do.
He wondered if he could impress them with his light. He held it in his
hands.
"Then, the sooner you go, the better!" said Jayn bitterly. "If the
spirits let you go, we may not touch you. But I do not care to keep you
around until you bring certain disaster upon the village."
An old woman whispered in her ear, and she looked sharply at Vaneen.
"And you took the girl with you?" she demanded.
"Of course," he replied. "And if you are really anxious to have us
gone, I think you should give us wollies to ride."
"You can have all the animals my cousin took from the flatland!" she
snapped. "But first, another matter!"
An old man was pushed to the forefront of the crowd. He smoothed his
white beard nervously and peered up at Yorgh and Vaneen with faded,
short-sighted eyes.
Abruptly, he found his voice, and rattled off a brief, chanting patter.
Then he stepped back behind a spearman who looked to Yorgh as if he
would be poor protection.
"What was that, a curse?" demanded the Hunter, having had difficulty
understanding the rapid words mumbled from the old man's toothless
mouth.
To force an answer, he twisted the metal cylinder to flash the light at
them.
"No," gulped Jayn, her eyes riveted upon the object in his hands.
"He married you. It's the only thing that might possibly lessen the
sacrilege. You were up there a long time."
She looked up at him bitterly.
"Oh, Yorgh! Why did you have to take that wench with you?"
Vaneen, who had been so quiet behind his shoulder, spoke at last.
"And I didn't even give him a tunic with a fur collar," she said.
Jayn flushed, then paled as she bit her red lower lip; and Yorgh saw
that the comment must have struck a deeper wound than could days of
kitchen drudgery.
He didn't know what to say; but his silence must have seemed
threatening, for Ueln spoke up.
"I will ride after him, and make plain to his people how we brought him
and the girl to the mountains," he offered.
"A good idea!" said Jayn, with an undertone in her voice that made
Yorgh think of a cornered ponadu. "Just to be safe, and to make sure
they take him back, we'll all go!"
Yorgh and Vaneen glanced at each other, but soon found that the
Raydowers were in earnest. Before noon, they found themselves leading
the hastily assembled column from the village out onto the grassy plain
beyond the foothills.
There, another surprise waited them.
The Hunters, mostly on foot, save for a dozen on half-tamed wollies,
met them at the first clump of trees, where some of their dark tents
were pitched.
"We were just about to follow your trail in," cried Kwint, riding up
to Yorgh with a grin splitting his features. "Do I see our run-away
wollies being herded along there?"
"You do," said Yorgh, conscious that Ueln had pulled up beside him,
looking glum. "This is Ueln of the Raydowers. He ... caught them for
us."
Kwint looked hard at both of them, but held his peace. Vaneen had
ridden straight to her father.
"I gave the metal stick to Yorgh as you told me, Father," she said,
staring him levelly between the eyes. "I hope you have no more such
errands."
She slipped down from her mount, and headed for their tent.
"She's tired," said Yorgh to Puko, whom he found at his knee.
Tefior looked about weakly, and finally thought to close his mouth.
"The least you could do," Yorgh told him, "is to offer our friends here
meat, to show there are no grudges."
Tefior licked his lips and began to give orders, but there was a
puzzled frown on his brow.
Anyone but me, thought Yorgh, grinning, he would ask, but he is timid
of the answers I might give him.
Things went very well after that. With the returned wollies, it was
easy to move back to the camp at the creek, where the Hunters had left
their carts and most of their baggage. The Raydowers willingly traveled
with them, and were loaned tents to set up a camp of their own.
For eleven days, the tribes camped there, exchanging feasts, hunting
together, and finding things to trade. Yorgh was gratified at how his
advice was accepted by both sides, even though in fear by one of them.
The Raydowers looked uneasy whenever he casually talked of traveling
back with them.
There was only one untoward incident, which was quickly hushed up. As
Yorgh was told the tale, Vaneen had taken Jayn to swim in the secluded
bend of the creek. Somehow or other it happened that only the Hunter
girl had dressed when she shrieked that she heard a ponadu in the woods.
Yorgh remembered the way Jayn's dark robes had fitted over the hips,
and wished he had been there to see. Then he thought of her kitchen in
the mountain village, and said no more on the subject.
When some of the Raydowers became friendly enough to talk, however,
the story of his escapade with Vaneen got around.
Yorgh caught people glancing askance at him every time he turned
around. He went to old Tefior.
"I suppose you have heard it all," he said. "If you do not think it
best, I won't come to your fire to see Vaneen."
The chief looked over Yorgh's shoulder.
"Perhaps ... for the time being...."
Don't know why I took that for an answer, thought Yorgh, staring across
the flatland the next morning at dawn. Suppose I tell him the Raydowers
call us married? Would he just say their law doesn't count? Vaneen
looks kindly at me from a distance, but she hasn't spoken.
He chewed moodily on a blade of grass, thinking that he heard a distant
herd of kromp moving.
Then his head jerked up as a great flame ripped across the sky.