The thought of the wolf came pregnant with hate and menace. 'We knew many of Hatha's clan were captured, but did not know the Humanites dared enslave you thus, brothers!'
A bay stallion, ears flattened and eyes rolling, reared up despite the saw-edged bit that cut his mouth.
'Tark, have you come to free us? By the Cavern, speak but a word and we fight and die here now!'
'My warriors can kill you all swiftly — and then Barin dies!' Shan Kar warned the wolf.
'Wait, brothers!' the wolf's thought ordered the rearing, excited horses. 'Wait and go quietly with us now — it is for the good of the Brotherhood.'
Unearthly, that thought-colloquy of wolf and horses, to Eric Nelson! He was surely deluding himself, he thought — his mind could not actually be hearing that swift interchange of passionate thought—
But the rearing horses quieted, and from them came quick answer. 'We obey, Tark! If it is for the Brotherhood!'
Shan Kar spoke to Nelson and the Cockney. 'Mount now — and fear nothing. These Hoofed Ones have learned their masters!'
It gave Nelson a creepy feeling to swing into the rude saddle of the golden mare and to realize that his mount was intelligently aware of him, hating him, wanting to kill him.
They rode out of the court and on out through the dark silent windings of forest that enlaced Anshan. Tark ran silently, a black shadow, beside Shan Kar's steed.
Then they were out on the rolling plain, under a sky of magnificent stars against whose sparkling splendor the lofty peaks around L'Lan towered solemn and distant!
'Now lead the way, Tark, and remember that if you lead us wrongly Barin dies!'
The great wolf noiselessly slid ahead of their little mounted party. He trotted almost due north across the plain.
'Keep close behind me,' his thought came back. 'Obey instantly when I direct you.'
Wind, cold from the distant peaks, buffeted Eric Nelson's face as the mare loped steadily. Lefty Wister bucketed along just behind, Diril bringing up the rear with the two spare horses.
The wolf veered constantly to keep always as near as possible to the clumps of trees that dotted the plain. Soon Nelson learned the reason.
Tark whirled, just ahead of them, and his eyes flashed green light as his sharp thought came back to them. 'Into the trees! Quickly!'
There was a clump of birch close ahead. They spurred into the little grove. There Shan Kar turned in his saddle toward the wolf, his thought suspicious and menacing.
'Is this a trick? If it is, Tark—'
'Quiet!' commanded the wolf. 'Scouts are coming.'
They came as three gliding shadows up against the stars. Nelson saw they were eagles winging high in the darkness, soundless as flying clouds, sweeping on toward Anshan.
'Now we can go on,' the wolf told them a minute later. 'The Winged Ones have passed.'
'What are they doing here?' Shan Kar asked harshly. 'Going to watch Anshan,' was the curt answer of Tark.
They rode on, veering to keep near the infrequent tree-clumps, until the solid wall of the forest loomed up before them.
The forest was like a dark maw gaping for them. The thought of the intelligent, hostile beasts that roamed its ways made it seem a black witch-wood to Nelson. He didn't want to go into it.
Neither did Lefty Wister. The Cockney's voice snarled in the dimness beside Nelson. 'If that blasted wolf has got others waiting for us in there—'
It seemed pitch-dark beneath the trees at first. Then Nelson's eyes became more accustomed to the deeper obscurity. He looked up and saw tall trunks and graceful boughs against the stars, recognized the outlines of larch and cedar and fir.
The forest smelled dry. The rainless months had parched it so that each twig the horses stepped on snapped and broke. Tark was a darker shadow in the darkness, leading the way between the trees by occasional back- glances of luminous green eyes.
'Why don't we follow the river to Vruun?' Shan Kar demanded. 'It would be the clearest way.'
'To discovery,' Tark's thought retorted harshly. 'Quorr's clan are the greatest danger. The Clawed Ones roam those river-brakes by night.'
Clawed Ones? He meant the tigers, Nelson realized. His skin crawled at the thought of meeting those striped killers here.
'No more thoughts-speech unless I speak first!' Tark continued peremptorily. 'Your danger deepens with each mile we traverse now.'
The horses were jumpy as they went on through the forest, up ridges, through brushy valleys. The mare quivered under Nelson.
Excitement? He wondered They must know they were going toward Vruun. Was that why they were so jumpy? It made Nelson feel a sudden pity for them. These were not the dumb beasts of the outer world. These horses were intelligent as men. And to be captured, enslaved, broken from their complete freedom into beasts of burden—
He thrust such thoughts impatiently from his mind. He was letting the influences of this fantastic valley affect him. Animals were animals, no matter if they could speak telepathically and think—
They had been traveling for more than an hour when a yapping wolf-call from west of them was answered by a low coughing roar from the direction of the river. Tark stopped and came back to them. The wolf's eyes glared up at them.
'We must leave the Hoofed Ones here. We can't trust them not to betray us if we pass others of the Clans.'
Instantly from the horses came thoughts of passionate protest. 'Tark, we thought you took us to Vruun! Are you not going to free us?'
'Brothers, I cannot!' was the wolf's answer. 'For the good of the Brotherhood you must remain captive a while longer.'
A moment of silence followed and then Eric Nelson heard the slow thought of their reply. 'We trust you, Tark. We will obey.'
Nelson dismounted. Shan Kar was speaking swiftly to young Diril.
'You'll wait here with the Hoofed Ones. Slit their throats if they try to send a single thought out.'
'They will not!' the wolf flared. 'Now follow me and move as silently as you can.'
They were at the crest of a wooded ridge. The wolf led northward along this crest, pausing often to sniff the wind. Again, they heard wolf-cries from the west but there was no answer this time. Suddenly Tark whirled, his thought urgent.
'One of the Clawed Ones comes this way! Lie still and I will try to turn him back before he winds you!'
Nelson followed Shan Kar's example and crouched in high ferns. He pulled Lefty down after him as the bewildered Cockney drew his gun. Tark bounded ahead. Nelson glimpsed him stopping in a little patch of starlight between two dead trees ahead.
Tark uttered a low, barking call, looking toward the east. Instantly a coughing grunt answered. A minute later, a big striped beast glided into the patch of starlight — a tiger whose size dwarfed Tark. Nelson's mind clearly caught the swift interchange of thought between the two nearby beasts.
'Tark! Tark of the Hairy Ones, free in the forests! All the Clans have thought you dead or prisoner in Anshan!'
'I escaped, Grih! But Barin is still prisoner in Anshan.'
'Not for long, Hairy One! The Guardian gathers the Clans! Word has flown through all the valley that war with the Humanites begins!'
The wolf's thoughts raced. 'Grih, you can help me! Hasten you to the forest-edge above Anshan and watch if the Humanites trail me!'
Fiercely throbbed the striped beast's answer. 'I go at once! If they come I shall send word by Ei's folk! Speed you to Vruun, brother!'
Nelson saw the tiger whirl and melt away in the dark forest, heading southeastward down the wooded slope.
