Witness of Gor (103 page)

That one had dived in far back and to our right.

"Hurry!" urged the lieutenant to the man before him. He feared the loss of time.

"Move," said the man to the slaves before him. They whimpered, and, lamps lifted, moved forward, The pair ahead of us stopped.

"Urt!" cried Tira, pointing.

"No," said the man. "It is only a shadow.”

The lamps and torches threw strange shadows, which moved, as the source of light moved, sometimes giving the impression of a dark body stirring, even moving furtively, or quickly.

I looked above us. The vault of the chamber was lost in darkness. I could see the cage, high, to my left, over the pool, with its various chains and ropes, for controlling its location. There was also the cord which went to the gate latch at its bottom.

"Lift the gate," said the lieutenant to the pit master. The first man and the lieutenant had come to the first gate, reached by going to the right about the pool.

The lieutenant did not wish to risk either himself or his man by standing at the gate, lifting it.

A bolt from the other side would not be likely to miss. The fellow who had served as a lure for quarrels was still back at the gate we had entered, guarding it with his bow. The man with the lieutenant was the one who limped, having injured his ankle yesterday morning in the cell, apparently having twisted it in the stirrup of the crossbow, while trying to reset the weapon.

"It is locked," said the pit master.

"Determine that it is so," said the lieutenant.

With one hand the pit master bent down and pulled against a crossbar of the gate.

"Try it," said the lieutenant to his fellow.

Reluctantly the man put down his bow and, with two hands, tried to lift the gate.

"It is locked," he said.

I heard urts in the pool below. Some, it seemed, had just entered it, from the tunnel leading to the nest. The noises about the walkway may have aroused their curiosity. Too, once they had come to the tunnel opening, which was beneath the surface of the pool, reached from the nest, on a higher level, on the other side, they may have seen the light from the lamps and torches on the water. Such things were probably associated in their minds with the possibility of food.

There were several urts in the pool area, I knew, and, save for their fellow, and what they had had of the man by the gate, they had not eaten for two days. They would doubtless, most of them, be hungry. The guard had been dismissed, When one urt leaves the nest, others tend to follow, "Hold," said the man behind us.

We stopped.

He looked about himself.

The first man, with the two slaves, who had gone to the left, was now well ahead of us, and had reached the first of the three opposite gates which was accessible from our side of the pool.

He stood to one side, against the wall, back from the gate. He did not care to try it. Given its weight, it was unlikely that the slaves could have raised it, even if it had been unlatched.

"Stand before the gate," he said to the slaves.

The slaves did as they were told.

"What do you see?" asked the man.

"Nothing Master," said Tira, peering into the corridor beyond.

The man carefully confirmed this, looking about the edge of the wall.

He then, the light behind him, put aside his bow and, crouching down, struggled to lift the gate.

He stood up, wiping his hands on his tunic, recovering his bow, "It is locked?" called the lieutenant to him.

"Yes," said the man.

"Then it is the center gate which is unlocked!" said the lieutenant.

"Hurry!" he urged the fellow before him.

"Move, move!" said that fellow to the slaves before him.

The two parties. the first group from the left, the black-tunicked man with two slaves, and the two groups from the right, the one man and the lieutenant, with the slaves at their disposal, now converged at the opposite gate, the center gate of the three gates across from that through which we had entered, one party to its left, the other, the larger party, to its right.

Neither party wished to simply present itself before the opening.

Gito had remained behind. He had not even entered the pool area.

The other fellow, who had been first in our advance, guarded the portal through which we had entered.

I looked up, again, at the cage, hanging there in the shadows, near the ceiling. We had, earlier, heard the free woman screaming. We had heard nothing from her, however, since our entry into the pool area. I was sure she was still in the cage. I thought I could see her small form within it. To be sure, this was difficult to determine in the shadows. I thought that perhaps she was frightened. I thought that perhaps she might by now have developed some sensitivity to the possible indiscretion of unsolicited speech. In the cage women, as in chains and kennels. tend to become sensitive to many things, in particular, that they are females.

"Titus!" called the lieutenant.

"Move," said the man behind us. We hurried then about the pool, he following.

"Lift the gate," said the lieutenant to the pit master.

"It is locked," the pit master said.

"That is absurd," said the lieutenant.

"It is locked," said the pit master, again.

"Illuminate the passage," said the lieutenant, thrusting Fina and her cord-mate before the gate.

The pit master, already before the gate, did not object.

"Look," said the lieutenant, angrily, to the man nearest him.

The fellow looked, carefully.

"The passage seems to be empty," he said, "as far as the light carries.”

"Lift the gate," said the lieutenant.

The man put down his bow and, with great caution, crouching down, strove to raise the gate.

"It is locked," he averred, confirming the word of the pit master, who stood by, his torch lifted.

"I do not understand," said the fellow to the left of the gate, Titus, he whom Fecha and I had preceded.

"He could not have passed us," said the fellow at the gate, who recovered his bow, and stood.

The other fellow, he with the lieutenant, looked across the pool, to the portal across the way.

The fellow who had led our approach was still there, his bow cradled in his arms. "Herminius is on guard," he said, "He could not have passed him," said he who had been at the gate.

The lieutenant looked at the pit master.

"It would seem to me that the inference is clear," said the pit master.

There was a sudden, half-strangled cry from across the pool as Herminius, clutching at his throat, legs kicking, seemed, somehow, to fly upward, into the darkness. He was trying to get his fingers, it seemed, at something on his throat.

"He is here!" screamed the lieutenant, gesturing wildly toward the portal across the way.

"Hurry! Run!”

The men, two to the left, and two to the right, the man with the lieutenant and the lieutenant, fled about the walkway.

"He is above, somewhere in the shadows!" cried the lieutenant. "Get those torches up!”

I could see the dark, jerking shadow of Herminius over the portal. The two slaves who had been with him had fled to the right, as one would enter the pool area.

One had dropped her lamp. We could see the men hurrying about the pool area, toward the portal. "Torches, light!”

cried the lieutenant, near the portal.

"Go," said the pit master, "go," pushing Fina down the walkway. Fecha started, too, to follow, and I, corded to her by the neck, hurried with her. A splash of hot oil from the lamp fell on my leg. I cried out. The lamps and torches were wild in the darkness. The pit master and the officer of Treve followed, going about, however, to the left, as one would face the portal from the inside.

I was sure the prisoner had not gone through the portal. He was still in the chamber. Too, Gito was somewhere down the passage and presumably would have cried out had the prisoner passed him.

"Sluts!" cried the lieutenant. "Lift the torches! Lift the lamps! Lift them up!”

Fina screamed and stepped back, turning about. I, too, shrank back, sickened.

Near the portal, at its threshold. there lay two severed hands.

Herminius, it seemed, had not been permitted to interfere with the effectiveness of the noose which had drawn him up, into the shadows.

His body was quiet now, some thirty feet above us It moved only as the rope, and its weight, would have it.

"He is somewhere up there, in the shadows," said the lieutenant. He took care, I noted, not to stand where he was illuminated.

The bows were lifted. It was almost as though they were alive, seeking prey.

Suddenly in back of us, and above us, over the pool, we heard a bolt, that of the cage latch, jerked loose.

The cord which went to the latch on the bottom of the cage over the pool went, with the other apparatus, chains and ropes, connected with the control of the cage, from the cage to the wall, over pulleys, and then down to the level of the walkway, where it, like the other devices, was secured. The trigger cord, which would release the latch at the bottom of the cage, was intended to be drawn, if drawn, at all, from the level of the walkway, but the cord, itself, naturally, stretched across the darkness, as I have indicated, and came to the wall.

It had apparently been drawn, then, from above, by the wall, in the darkness.

The gate bolt on the cage drawn, the bottom of the cage dropped downward on its hinges, opening the cage. There had been a rattle of metal and a creaking of chain, the cage swinging, emptied of its occupant, and the sound of a body suddenly caught short in its fall. We spun about and saw the Lady Ilene, her small ankles tied together, her hands tied behind her back, a rope under her arms, swinging over the dark waters of the urt pool. She twisted wildly. She bent her legs at the knees, trying to pull her feet up. We saw her eyes, now that she was lower, over what seemed to be her veil. They were hysterically wild. She spun about on the rope, squirming helplessly. We could now hear tiny, helpless, terrified sounds from her. Her veil, it seemed, had been used to gag her. One did not know if she would have remained prudentially silent, daring not to mix in the business of men, daring not to call attention to herself, a female, or not, but the option had not been granted to her. Urts began to knife instantly toward the vicinity of the pool over which the Lady Ilene was suspended.

"Look to the wall! Look to the wall!" screamed the lieutenant. "It is only a diversion!”

"Ai!" cried a man.

The body of Herminius seemed to rise on the rope, and stand for a moment erect, in the air, and then it seemed to fly outward from the wall, It struck into the water, over the railing, opposite the portal. It would be bloody.

"There, there he is!" cried the lieutenant. "There! Fire!”

I, too, saw for a moment, in the shadows, a huge shape. It had hurled Herminius from the wall as easily as the pit master might have thrown a joint of meat into the pool.

Titus, the black-tunicked fellow whom Fecha and I had shielded, was, I think, a man of suspicious and subtle instincts, of wary caution. He had dallied in moving with us about the walkway. He had let others move first. He had remained back, like a coiled spring, ready to fire.

I thought him perhaps the most dangerous of the black-tunicked men. He must have seen the black shadow, too. He had turned back, after the cage had opened, before any of us, before even the lieutenant had called out. His bow was the first realigned with the wall. That must have marked him out as the next to die. He pitched back, over the railing the fins of a quarrel half hidden in his tunic.

"He has fired!" cried the lieutenant, elatedly. "Find him! Find him!

Fire! Fire!”

But suddenly, from a place high on the wail, now feet from where the body of Herminius had been thrown, on one of the ropes which were intended to control the movements of the cage, a dark figure swung over the urt pool. There was a quiver and bow slung at its back, a sword dangling behind it.

"Tensius to the left, Abnik to the right!" screamed the lieutenant.

"You have him now. He has no time to reload.”

The figure had alighted on the opposite side of the walkway, before the middle gate of the three gates on that side of the pool.

I thought the prisoner might have time to reload, but he, surely would not have time to fire twice.

"Run! Run!" screamed the lieutenant.

One man, Tensius, sped to the left. It was he who had been the first of the two men who had refrained from attacking the sleen, and had later been bloodied, separating the urts. The other man, Abnik, limping, hurried to the right. He it was whose foot had been injured yesterday in the cell, in the stirrup of the crossbow. He had been the man with the lieutenant, in the investigation of the gates.

The prisoner would not have time to fire twice.

"You have him!" cried the lieutenant.