the key, removing it, placing it in his pouch. I did not object to this incarceration of his beauteous slave as such things are excellent for their discipline. Also, it seemed to me, aside from the value of its effect of Phoebe, an excellent idea. If her were successful in his mad attempt to obtain the Home Stone of his city he would doubtless be a recognized wanted man. Some might recall that Phoebe was his slave, and thus attempt to trace him through her. In the locker she would not be as easily recognized, surely not as easily as if she were kneeling at a wall, braceleted to a ring. The keeping her in a box or locker seemed to me superior, too, incidentally, to renting a tenement room, even though these were now cheaper and more available than when I had been last in Ar, because of the new egress of refugees, now from Ar herself. We might be remembered by the proprietor or other tenants in such a place. Had we used such a room we could have left her there, chained to a slave ring. In such a room, assuming slaves are allowed in the building, there are usually two of these, one at the wall and one at the foot of a straw-filled pallet. The depot, incidentally, had been muchly crowded, thought not with fee carts. Most of the wagons, coaches, fee carts, and such were gone. No longer were the schedules within and outside of the city, being kept. Tharlarion, and such transportation, were now said to be worth their weight in gold. I had heard that certain rich men had exchanged as many as fifteen high slaves, choice «flowers» from their pleasure gardens, trained even to Curulean quality, for a single tharlarion and wagon. But I did not know, even then, how far they might get, with the need of such conveyances, brigands on the road, advanced scouts of Cos, and such. Some, I had had heard, had been turned back even by guardsmen of Ar, outside the city. That seemed hard to understand. In any event, most of those in the city, surely the largest part, by far, of its population, had no practical way to leave the city, lest it be on foot. Even then they would have surely, most of them, nowhere to go, or stay. Who knew what dangers might lie outside the walls? Too, they could always be overtaken by tharlarion cavalry or Cosian tarnsmen. The citizenry of Ar, for the most part, was trapped in the city. Indeed, there were even rumors circulating that the gates of the city would soon be closed, and even sealed, reinforced against siege weapons. There was much talk, too, of course, about defending the city. Indeed, it was with this in mind, that I had come this morning to the city, to lend my sword, a modicum of mercenary iron, to her defense. On the other hand, this cause, I suspected, was doomed. It was not that I doubted that those of Ar, suitably rallied and led, might effect a stout and fierce resistance, but that I had some concept, as many did not, Marcus, for example, of the arithmetic of war. In any normalcy of combat, assuming the equivalence of the units, the comparability of weaponry, the competence of the commanders, and such, Ar would be doomed. The army of Cos was the largest ever brought to the field of Gor, and it was now, after the fall of Ar's Station, abetted by numerous reinforcements from the north. Furthermore, it had had the winter to restore its siege train, the original train burned in Torcadino, fired by Dietrich of Tarnburg, and, because of its recent success in the field, west of Ar, it could draw on thousands of square pasangs for its logistical support. Further, its lines of communication, from the palace at Telnus, in Cos, to the tent of Myron, the polemarkos, were swift and reliable. I doubted that Ar, even if rallied by a Marlenus of Ar, could hold out for more than a few weeks. And, once one added to the reckoning of these dismal tables, the skewing factor of treachery in Ar, and that her high general, Seremides, of Tyros, was traitorous to his oaths, as I had learned at Holmesk, in the north, Ar, I was sure, was doomed.
'Look!' said a man, pointing upward. 'Tarnsmen!'
'They are clad in blue,' cried a man.
'Cosian tarnsmen over the city!' cried another.
'The tarn wire will protect us!' said another.
'Where are our lads?' asked a man.
'They cannot be everywhere,' said another, angrily.
Yet the appearance of Cosian tarnsmen over Ar indicated to me that Cos must now control the skies, as she had in the north.
'The tarn wire will protect us,' repeated the fellow.
'Wire can be cut,' said a man.
'No one must be permitted to again revile the Home Stone of Ar's Station!' said Marcus.
'Come away from here,' I said. I pulled him from the knot of men, to the side. I looked back to the enclosure within which was the Home Stone of Ar's Station, it resting on the plank, supported by the two terra-cotta vats. There were at least ten guards in the vicinity, as well as perhaps fifty to a hundred men. 'I do not think you are likely, at this time,' I said, 'to seize the Home Stone by force. Even if you could cut your way to it, you would not be likely to get more than a few feet with it, before you were brought down, by spear or quarrel, if not by blade.'
'I can die in the attempt of its rescue,' he said, grimly.
'Yes, I suppose you could,' I said, 'and probably without much difficulty, but if your intent is its rescue, and not your death in its attempted rescue, this is not the time to strike.'
'You have many of the virtues of the warrior,' I said, 'but there is yet one you must learn-patience.'
'It is not your Home Stone,' he said.
'And that,' I said, 'is perhaps why it is easier for me to consider these matters with more objectivity than you.'
'The Stone may be moved, or hidden,' he said.
'That is a possibility,' I said.
'We must strike now,' he said.
'We must wait,' I said.
'I do not want to wait,' he said.
'I have an idea,' I said. This had occurred to me as I had considered the Stone, its placement, the arrangement of guardsmen and such.
'What is your idea?' he asked.
'You would not approve of it,' I said, 'as it involves something other than a bloody frontal assault.'
'What is it?' he asked.
'It is really only a possibility,' I said. 'I shall discuss it with you later.' I then turned back toward Wagon Street, and Marcus, reluctantly, joined me. 'Our permits to be within the city expire at sundown,' he said. 'And the camp outside is largely struck. Indeed, there may well be scouts and skirmishers of Cos under the walls tonight. The gates will be closed, we will be outside. We may not even be able to regain entrance to the city.'
'It is my intention,' I said, 'to remain within the city, putting my sword at its service.'
'You owe Ar nothing,' he said.
'True,' I said.
'She is doomed,' he said.
'Perhaps,' I said.
'Why would you wish to remain here then?' he asked.
'I have a reason,' I said.
'Shall we discuss it,' he asked, 'its rationality, and such, with objectivity.'
'Certainly not,' I said.
'I thought not,' he said.
We clasped hands, and then continued on our way, to fetch Phoebe.
5 Outside the Gate
'And so, tonight,' said Marcus, huddling beside me, in a blanket, Phoebe covered in another, completely, so that she could not see, beside him, in the darkness and cold outside the sun gate, with perhaps two or three hundred others, 'I thought you were to be warm and snug in Ar.'
'There were no recruiting tables,' I admitted.
'The services of your sword were not accepted,' he said.
'No,' I said.
'Interesting, he said.
'They did ask for my permit and told me I should be out of the city by sundown.'
'Cos may be hiring,' said a fellow.
'They did not need any more,' said another.
