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Cunning are the ways of the managers of the Jikhorkduns!
Not only were the four colors pitted one against the other, in two, three, and four way combats, but the
races and species were pitted one against another, so that it was rare except in special wagered combats
to find apim against apim, Och against Och, Fristle against Fristle, Bleg against Bleg. The Jikhorkdun
demanded a man fight against other men who aroused in him the deepest and most basic fears and furies
of blood.
Among the ranks of the reds were Blegs, and they might on the following day be set against apims
men like me wearing the blue.
But all that might be lived with. I was prepared to fight if that meant I might stay alive.
The subtle cunning of the Jikhorkdun managers and, yet, not so subtle, not so cunning; rather,
inevitable saw to it that the wine was drugged with the crushed distillations of the sermine flower.
Already I could feel a rage growing within me. I did not know then the wine was drugged. I did not
discover this for some time. But I must mention it now, to try to explain why I did what I did.
Yes, I even felt a glow of prowess, as though I had performed a great Jikai! Deep was my shame, I
acknowledge, for I had lived and others had died.
Come, brothers, growled Cleitar Adria. His tanned skin showed a light dusting of golden hair; his
braided hair had been caught up beneath his leather cap. He had told me he had been quoffa handler,
until he had mentioned, when drunk, that the queen should be put down, and the king too. From that
speech until his appearance in the arena his progress had been swift and inevitable. He had not been
slave. Now he shouted and lifted his javelin. Let us destroy these Blegs, and have done!
And I, Dray Prescot, shouted, With all my heart! and so hurled the first stux.
The cast was shrewd. It slid between the shield and the armor of a Bleg and transfixed him, whereat he
shrieked and writhed and fell.
With four legs, a Bleg was a difficult foeman to knock over.
With a series of bloodthirsty shouts, the two lines met.
We should have had little chance. The Blegs were apprentice kaidurs, growing skilled in the ways of the
arena. They had passed through their coy stage. I kept the second stux, unwilling to deprive myself of a
weapon at this pass, and so dueled with a Bleg who kept spitting obscene words at me through his
funnel-mouth. His thraxter smashed against the cheap purtle wood of the stux-shaft, and that wood, poor
stuff from the pine forests far to the south of Havilfar, splintered and cracked across. I seized the
splintered end containing the steel stux-head and swung viciously and saw Naghan the Gnat, on all fours,
thrusting his stux upward at the Bleg. He stuck the point in one of the fellow s legs. The Bleg yelped and
swung his sword violently down at Naghan. I leaped. I put the stux into the Bleg s face with my right
hand and with the left took his right wrist into my fist. I bent. He crashed over with me on top of him, and
then I had the thraxter and was on my feet.
The Invisible Twins! screeched Naghan the Gnat.
Lart the Stink was down, his blue and yellow intestines greasily strewing over the silver sand in the glare
of the suns.
A quick look about showed me that Nath the Arm had done his work well. Of our twenty, ten still
remained on their feet, and six of the Blegs were down and one more went over, his four legs flailing, as a
stux from Cleitar Adria took him full in that hideous vampire face.
Now the killing should in theory begin, for we had hurled all our javelins, and there were eight Blegs left
to dispatch us.
Gather up stuxes! I roared at Naghan the Gnat. And stay out of the way!
A Bleg bore down on me and there was no time to snatch up a fallen shield. I leaped. I took the
shield-rim in my left hand and parried off the sword blow and so dragged the shield down and thrust long
and hard. This time I glared around malevolently, and I know my face held that old devil s look of
maleficent murder, as I stooped to pick up the shield. The next Bleg tried a clever series of overhand and
underhand passes and I simply smashed my shield against his, upset him on his four straddling legs, and
passed the thraxter through his eye.
A quick glance showed me four more of our reds down and Cleitar Adria taking a stux from Naghan
and hurling it with tremendous force and accurate aim. I went after the rest of the Blegs, who fought well
oh, yes, they fought well, for had they, poor devils, not also been given the drugged sermine flower
wine?
When I learned the secret of that anger-stimulating wine I understood why there was kool after kool of
beautiful flowers growing in Hyrklana. And I had thought that meant the people were civilized,
beauty-loving! We grew flowers in Delphond, gorgeous blooms, and they delighted our senses. I did not
think a happy Vallian of Delphond would care for the uses to which the Jikhorkdun put the sermine
flower.
Behind you, Drak! roared Cleitar.
Already aware of the Bleg heaving up from the sand at my back as I turned, I yet shouted an
acknowledgment to Cleitar.
By Opaz! A persistent fellow, Cleitar.
We stood upon that blood-soaked silver sand. The suns poured down their radiance upon that scene of
horror. Stretched upon the arena floor lay the bodies of fifteen Blegs and seventeen apims. Only Cleitar
Adria, Naghan the Gnat, and myself survived. With the fading of the effects of the drugged wine, Naghan
vomited all over the sand.
Brace yourself, oh Gnat! said Cleitar. There was about his blond face a look that did not puzzle me.
He had fought and he had won, and he was feeling marvelous. I suspected that the quoffa handler might
have found his true vocation as kaidur.
The amphitheater was filling with spectators. We saluted the royal box, empty as yet, and marched back
to face the wrath of Nath the Arm. Slaves ran to sprinkle and rake. The beast-howl of the crowd muted
as we entered the iron-bound tunnels and so made our way back to our quarters. Nath the Arm looked
at us.
Three! he said, shaking his head in wonderment. I had thought the whole twenty of you marked for
the Ice Floes.
Maybe you trained us well, Nath, I said.
He looked at me, and his dark eyes swelled in their sockets then he chuckled. By Kaidun! You
three may yet become kaidurs! A miracle, a veritable miracle, as the glass eye and brass sword of Beng
Thrax is my witness!
Cleitar Adria chuckled, flexing his muscles, the blood wet and slick upon his body, clogging the blond
hairs. He was a man who would never need drugs to fight as kaidur; he had tasted the power, and he had
found his vocation.
Naghan the Gnat winked and said, Nath the Arm! Where are all the shishis sighing for our favors you
promised us?
Cramph! roared Nath, mightily outraged. You are coys! When you are kaidurs! And then, oh
puissant Gnat, who will care for your scrawny body, hey?
You d be surprised, said Naghan the Gnat.
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Cunning are the ways of the managers of the Jikhorkduns!
Not only were the four colors pitted one against the other, in two, three, and four way combats, but the
races and species were pitted one against another, so that it was rare except in special wagered combats
to find apim against apim, Och against Och, Fristle against Fristle, Bleg against Bleg. The Jikhorkdun
demanded a man fight against other men who aroused in him the deepest and most basic fears and furies
of blood.
Among the ranks of the reds were Blegs, and they might on the following day be set against apims
men like me wearing the blue.
But all that might be lived with. I was prepared to fight if that meant I might stay alive.
The subtle cunning of the Jikhorkdun managers and, yet, not so subtle, not so cunning; rather,
inevitable saw to it that the wine was drugged with the crushed distillations of the sermine flower.
Already I could feel a rage growing within me. I did not know then the wine was drugged. I did not
discover this for some time. But I must mention it now, to try to explain why I did what I did.
Yes, I even felt a glow of prowess, as though I had performed a great Jikai! Deep was my shame, I
acknowledge, for I had lived and others had died.
Come, brothers, growled Cleitar Adria. His tanned skin showed a light dusting of golden hair; his
braided hair had been caught up beneath his leather cap. He had told me he had been quoffa handler,
until he had mentioned, when drunk, that the queen should be put down, and the king too. From that
speech until his appearance in the arena his progress had been swift and inevitable. He had not been
slave. Now he shouted and lifted his javelin. Let us destroy these Blegs, and have done!
And I, Dray Prescot, shouted, With all my heart! and so hurled the first stux.
The cast was shrewd. It slid between the shield and the armor of a Bleg and transfixed him, whereat he
shrieked and writhed and fell.
With four legs, a Bleg was a difficult foeman to knock over.
With a series of bloodthirsty shouts, the two lines met.
We should have had little chance. The Blegs were apprentice kaidurs, growing skilled in the ways of the
arena. They had passed through their coy stage. I kept the second stux, unwilling to deprive myself of a
weapon at this pass, and so dueled with a Bleg who kept spitting obscene words at me through his
funnel-mouth. His thraxter smashed against the cheap purtle wood of the stux-shaft, and that wood, poor
stuff from the pine forests far to the south of Havilfar, splintered and cracked across. I seized the
splintered end containing the steel stux-head and swung viciously and saw Naghan the Gnat, on all fours,
thrusting his stux upward at the Bleg. He stuck the point in one of the fellow s legs. The Bleg yelped and
swung his sword violently down at Naghan. I leaped. I put the stux into the Bleg s face with my right
hand and with the left took his right wrist into my fist. I bent. He crashed over with me on top of him, and
then I had the thraxter and was on my feet.
The Invisible Twins! screeched Naghan the Gnat.
Lart the Stink was down, his blue and yellow intestines greasily strewing over the silver sand in the glare
of the suns.
A quick look about showed me that Nath the Arm had done his work well. Of our twenty, ten still
remained on their feet, and six of the Blegs were down and one more went over, his four legs flailing, as a
stux from Cleitar Adria took him full in that hideous vampire face.
Now the killing should in theory begin, for we had hurled all our javelins, and there were eight Blegs left
to dispatch us.
Gather up stuxes! I roared at Naghan the Gnat. And stay out of the way!
A Bleg bore down on me and there was no time to snatch up a fallen shield. I leaped. I took the
shield-rim in my left hand and parried off the sword blow and so dragged the shield down and thrust long
and hard. This time I glared around malevolently, and I know my face held that old devil s look of
maleficent murder, as I stooped to pick up the shield. The next Bleg tried a clever series of overhand and
underhand passes and I simply smashed my shield against his, upset him on his four straddling legs, and
passed the thraxter through his eye.
A quick glance showed me four more of our reds down and Cleitar Adria taking a stux from Naghan
and hurling it with tremendous force and accurate aim. I went after the rest of the Blegs, who fought well
oh, yes, they fought well, for had they, poor devils, not also been given the drugged sermine flower
wine?
When I learned the secret of that anger-stimulating wine I understood why there was kool after kool of
beautiful flowers growing in Hyrklana. And I had thought that meant the people were civilized,
beauty-loving! We grew flowers in Delphond, gorgeous blooms, and they delighted our senses. I did not
think a happy Vallian of Delphond would care for the uses to which the Jikhorkdun put the sermine
flower.
Behind you, Drak! roared Cleitar.
Already aware of the Bleg heaving up from the sand at my back as I turned, I yet shouted an
acknowledgment to Cleitar.
By Opaz! A persistent fellow, Cleitar.
We stood upon that blood-soaked silver sand. The suns poured down their radiance upon that scene of
horror. Stretched upon the arena floor lay the bodies of fifteen Blegs and seventeen apims. Only Cleitar
Adria, Naghan the Gnat, and myself survived. With the fading of the effects of the drugged wine, Naghan
vomited all over the sand.
Brace yourself, oh Gnat! said Cleitar. There was about his blond face a look that did not puzzle me.
He had fought and he had won, and he was feeling marvelous. I suspected that the quoffa handler might
have found his true vocation as kaidur.
The amphitheater was filling with spectators. We saluted the royal box, empty as yet, and marched back
to face the wrath of Nath the Arm. Slaves ran to sprinkle and rake. The beast-howl of the crowd muted
as we entered the iron-bound tunnels and so made our way back to our quarters. Nath the Arm looked
at us.
Three! he said, shaking his head in wonderment. I had thought the whole twenty of you marked for
the Ice Floes.
Maybe you trained us well, Nath, I said.
He looked at me, and his dark eyes swelled in their sockets then he chuckled. By Kaidun! You
three may yet become kaidurs! A miracle, a veritable miracle, as the glass eye and brass sword of Beng
Thrax is my witness!
Cleitar Adria chuckled, flexing his muscles, the blood wet and slick upon his body, clogging the blond
hairs. He was a man who would never need drugs to fight as kaidur; he had tasted the power, and he had
found his vocation.
Naghan the Gnat winked and said, Nath the Arm! Where are all the shishis sighing for our favors you
promised us?
Cramph! roared Nath, mightily outraged. You are coys! When you are kaidurs! And then, oh
puissant Gnat, who will care for your scrawny body, hey?
You d be surprised, said Naghan the Gnat.
Chapter Nine
I fight for the ruby drang
Tilly peeled a grape most carefully with her long, slender golden fingers and popped the juicy squishy [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]