“Come on,” Urson said. “Let’s go.”
A thin scream sounded behind them, and they whirled.
It crouched apishly, the bronze-clawed fingers opened and closed like breathing, and the shaggy head was knotted with dirt and twigs. The breath hissed from the faintly moving, full lips.
Urson reached for his sword, but Iimmi saw him and whispered, “No, don’t.”
The Negro extended his hand and moved slowly forward. The hulking form took a step back, and mewed.
Geo suddenly caught the idea. Coming up beside Iimmi, he made a quick series of snaps with his fingers and said in a coaxing, baby voice. “Come, come, come.” He laughed softly to Urson back over his shoulder. “It won’t hurt us,” he said.
“If we don’t hurt it,” added Iimmi. “It’s some sort of necrophage.”
“A what?” asked Urson.
“It only eats dead things,” Geo explained. “They’re mentioned in some of the old legends. Apparently, after the Great Fire, so the story goes, there were more of these things around than anything else. In Leptar, though, they became extinct.”
“Come here, cutie,” said Iimmi. “Nice little, sweet little, pretty little thing.”
It mewed again, bowed its head, came over and rubbed against Iimmi’s hip. “Smells like hell,” the Negro observed, scratching behind its ear. “Watch out there, big boy!” The beast gave a particularly affectionate rub that almost upset Iimmi’s balance.
“Leave your pet alone,” said Urson, “and let’s get going.”
Geo patted the apelike skull. “So long, beautiful,” he said. They turned toward the river again.
As they emerged on the rocky bank, Geo said, “Well, at least we know we have seven days to get to the Temple of Hama and out again.”
“What do you mean?” asked Iimmi.
“Don’t you remember the dream, back on the ship?”
“Who was thinking that?” asked Iimmi.
“Jordde, the first mate.”
“He makes everybody look dead. I thought I was having a nightmare. I could hardly recognize the captain.”
“You see one reason for believing he’s a spy?”
“Because of the way he sees things?” Again he smiled. “A poet’s reason, I’m afraid. But I see.”
The thin shriek sounded behind them, and they turned to see the hulking form crouched on the rocks above them.
“Uh-oh,” said Urson, “there’s your cute friend.”
“I hope we haven’t picked up a tag-a-long for the rest of the trip,” said Geo.
It loped down over the rocks and stopped just before them.
“What’s it got?” Iimmi asked.
“I can’t tell,” said Geo.
Reaching into the bib of its animal skin, it brought out a gray hunk of meat and held it toward them.
Iimmi laughed. “Breakfast,” he said.
“That!” demanded Urson.
“Can you suggest anything better?” Geo asked. He took the meat from the beast’s claws. “Thanks, gorgeous.”
It turned, looked back, and bounded up the bank and into the forest again.
With fire from the jewels, and wooden spits from the woods, they soon had the meat crackling and brown and the grease bubbling down its sides and hissing onto the hot stones they had used to rim the flame. Urson sat apart, sniffed, and then moved closer, and finally scratched his big fingers through his hairy stomach and said, “Damn it, I’m hungry.” They made room for him at the fire without comment.
Sun struck the tops of the trees for the first time that morning and a moment later splashed copper in concentric curves on the water by the rock’s edge, staining it further with dull gold.
“You seem to know your way around awfully well. Have you ever been on Aptor before?” Iimmi asked Snake suddenly.
Snake paused for a moment. Then he nodded, slowly.
They were all silent now.
Finally Geo asked, “What made you ask that?”
“Something in your first theory,” Iimmi said. “I’ve been thinking it for some time, and I guess you knew I was thinking it too, Four Arms. You thought Jordde wanted to get rid of me, Whitey, and Snake, and that it was just an accident that he caught Whitey first instead of Snake. You thought he wanted to get rid of Whitey and me because of something we’d seen, or might have seen, when we were on Aptor with Argo. I just thought perhaps he wanted to get rid of Snake for the same reason. Which meant he might have been on Aptor before, too.”
“Jordde was on Aptor before,” said Urson. “You said that’s when he became a spy for them.”
They all turned to Snake who stood quietly.
“I don’t think we ought to ask him any more questions,” said Iimmi. “The answers aren’t going to do us any good, and no matter what we find out, we’ve got a job to do, and seven, no—six and a half days to do it in.”
Snake quietly handed the metal chain with the pendant jewel back to Iimmi. The dark man put it around his neck once more and they turned up the river.
By twelve, the sun had parched the sky. Once they stopped to swim and cool themselves. Chill water gave before reaching arms and lowered faces. They even dove in search of their aquatic helpers, but grubbed the pebbly bottom of the river with blind fingers instead, coming up with dripping twigs and smooth wet stones. Soon, they were in a splashing match, of which it is fair to say, Snake won—hands down.
Hunger thrust its sharp finger into their abdomens once more, only a mile on. “Maybe we should have saved some of that stuff from breakfast,” muttered Urson.
Iimmi suddenly broke away from the bank toward the forest.
“Come on,” he said. “Let’s get some food.”
The building they suddenly came upon had tongues of moss licking twenty to fifty feet up the loosely mortared stones. A hundred yards from the water, the jungle came right to its edges. The whole edifice had sunk a bit to one side in the boggy soil. It was a far more stolid and primitive structure than the barracks. They scraped and hacked in front of the entrance where two great columns of stone, six feet across at the base, rose fifty feet to a supported arch. The stones of the building were rough and unfinished.
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