firmset to serve as an anchor.
But no. My lefthand hold gave way again. I clung with my right and groped for another. Loose earth fell about me .as I failed, and my right hand was beginning to slip.
Dark shadow above me, through dust and swimming eyes.
My right hand fell loose. I thrust with my legs for another try.
My right wrist was clasped as it sped upward and forward once again. A big hand with a powerful grip held me. Moments later, it was joined by another and I was drawn upward, quickly, smoothly. I was over the edge and seeking my footing in an instant. My wrist was released. I wiped my eyes.
'Luke!'
He was dressed in green, and blades must not have bothered him the way they do me, for a good-sized one hung at his right side. He seemed to be using a rolled cloak for a backpack, and he wore its clasp like a decoration upon his left breast-an elaborate thing, a golden bird of some son.
'This way,' he said, turning, and I followed him.
He led me a course back and to the left, tangent to the route I had taken on entering the valley. The footing grew steadier as we hurried that way, mounting at last a low hill that seemed completely out of range in the disturbance. Here we paused to look back.
'Come no farther!' a great voice boomed from that direction.
'Thanks, Luke,' I panted. 'I don't know how you're here or why but-' He raised a hand.
'Right now I just want to know one thing,' he said, rubbing at a short beard he seemed to have grown in an amazingly brief time, and causing me to note that he was wearing the ring with the blue stone.
'Name it,' I told him.
'How come whatever it was that just spoke has your voice?' he asked.
'Uh-oh. I knew it sounded familiar.'
'Come on!' he said. 'You must know. Every time you're threatened and it warns you back it's your voice that I hear doing it-echolike.'
'How long have you been following me, anyhow?'
'Quite a distance.'
'Those dead creatures outside the cleft where I' d camped-'
'I took them out for you. Where are you going, and what is that thing?'
'Right now I have only suspicions as to exactly what's going on, and it's a long story. But the answer should lie beyond that next range of hills.'
I gestured toward the aurora.
He stared off in that direction, then nodded.
'Let's get going,' he said.
'There is an earthquake in progress,' I observed . . .
'It seems pretty much confined to this valley,' he stated. 'We can cut around it and proceed.'
'And quite possibly encounter its continuance.'
He shook his head.
'It seems to me,' he said, 'that whatever it is that's trying to bar your way exhausts itself after each effort and takes quite a while to recover sufficiently to make another attempt.'
'But the attempts are getting closer together,' I noted, 'and more spectacular each time.'
'Is it because we're getting closer to their source?' he asked.
'Possibly.'
'Then let's hurry.'
We descended the far side of the hill, then went up and down another.
The tremors, by that time, had already subsided to an occasional shuddering of the ground and shortly these, too, ceased.
We made our way into and along another valley, which for a while headed us far to the right of our goal, then curved gently back in the proper direction, toward the final range of barren hills, lights flickering beyond them against the low, unmoving base of a cloudlike line of white under a mauve to violet sky. No fresh perils were presented.
'Luke,' I asked after a time, 'what happened on the mountain, that night in New Mexico?'
'I had to go away - fast,' he answered.
'What about Dan Martinez's body?'
'Took it with me.'
'Why?'
'I don't like leaving evidence lying about.'
'That doesn't really explain much.'
'I know,' he said, and he broke into a jog. I paced him.
'And you know who I am,' I continued.
'Yes.'
'How?'
'Not now,' he said. 'Not now.'
He increased his pace. I matched it. 'And why were you following me?'
'I saved your ass, didn't I?'
'Yeah, and I'm grateful. But it still doesn't answer the question.'
'Race you to that leaning stone,' he said, and he put on a burst of speed.
I did, too, and I caught him. Try as I could I couldn't pass him, though. And we were breathing too hard by then to ask or answer questions.
I pushed myself, ran faster. He did, too, keeping up. The leaning stone was still a good distance off. We stayed side by side and I saved my reserve for the final sprint. It was crazy, but I'd run against him too many times. It was almost a matter of habit by now. That, and the old curiosity. Had he gotten a little faster? Had I? Or a little slower?
My arms pumped, my feet thudded. I got control of my breathing, maintained it in an appropriate rhythm. I edged a little ahead of him and he did nothing about it. The stone was suddenly a lot nearer.
We held our distance for perhaps half a minute, and then he cut loose.
He was abreast of me, he was past me. Time to dig in.
I drove my legs faster. The blood thudded in my ears. I sucked air and pushed with everything I had. The distance between us began to narrow again. The leaning rock was looking bigger and bigger . . .
I caught him before we reached it, but try as I might I could not pull ahead. We raced past it side by side and collapsed together.
'Photo finish,' I gasped.
'Got to call it a tie,' he paused. 'You always surprise me-right at the end.'
I groped out my water bottle and passed it to him. He took a swig and handed it back. We emptied it that way, a little at a time.
'Damn,' he said then, getting slowly to his feet. 'Let's see what's over those hills.'
I got up and went along.
When I finally recovered my breath the first thing I said was, 'You seem to know a hell of a lot more about me than I do about you.'
'I think so,' he said after a long pause, 'and I wish I didn't.'
'What does that mean?'
'Not now,' he replied. 'Later. You don't read War and Peace on your coffee break.'
'I don't understand.'
'Time,' he said. 'There's always either too much time or not enough. Right now there's not enough.'
'You've lost me.'
'Wish I could.'
The hills were nearer and the ground remained firm beneath our feet. We trudged steadily onward.
I thought of Bill's guesswork, Random's suspicions, and Meg Devlin's warning. I also thought of that round of strange ammunition I'd found in Luke's jacket.
