Iduna

plastic and revealed the same mesh he wore himself.

'You're equally matched, Earl!' Iduna, watching, smiled her delight. 'But you can't both win.'

And, if he lost?

Dumarest dismissed the thought as he faced his opponent. Even to think of losing was to give the other an advantage, for a man dwelling on the possibility of defeat robs himself of that much concentration on victory. And he ignored the likeness to himself. He was not fighting a brother and he was not fighting himself. He was only fighting a man who looked as he did and one who did not fight as well.

Iduna had done her best but it was not good enough.

Dumarest turned, pivoting on a heel, feeling air brush his cheek as, again, the man aimed at his face. A stupidity, the target was too small and contained too much bone and a cut could do little harm unless it hit the eyes. As the blade threw light into his eyes he slashed upward, drawing back the blade as it hit, the edge catching the wrist and biting deep into the naked flesh. Maimed, the man dropped the knife and backed, his face now taut with fear.

'Shamarre!'

Dumarest heard the cry as he stepped in for the kill seeing the beast at the woman's side launch itself toward him. A creature twice the weight of a man with sharp claws on all four paws and fangs which could crush bone and sever a limb. Dropping, he rolled, felt the jar as the animal landed, slashed out as it struck at his face.

Blood dripped from the wounded paw and the beast snarled, foul breath gusting from gaping jaws, the lash of the tail a club which pounded Dumarest's arm. A blow followed by another as a boot slammed into his ribs. A boot which lifted to grind a heel into his face.

Dumarest dropped the knife as it descended, catching the foot in both hands, twisting as he rose to send his opponent hurtling over the battlements to fall screaming to the moat below. The beast sprang before he could recover the knife, claws ripping at arm and side, the impact knocking him over to sprawl flat on his back. As the animal sprang again Dumarest lifted both legs, feet close together, knees bent, kicking out with the full force of back and thighs as the creature came within range. Blood dappled the muzzle and before the half-stunned creature could recover Dumarest was on his feet, knife in hand and body tense.

'Iduna-'

'Keep fighting, Earl. My champion wasn't specified.'

A cheat-but why was he surprised? He could never win and even if he did she would not agree to the bargain. A hope lost and a new danger to face.

Air blasted as wings drummed and this time when the creature sprang it hovered, striking, filling the air with razor claws and stabbing fangs, claws which ripped at head and face and shoulders as the fangs snapped at arm and side, sinking in, lifting even as Dumarest plunged home the knife, twisting it so as to release a fountain of blood from the laboring heart.

But, dying, the creature held on.

Dumarest lifted his legs and kicked as the edge of the battlements came close. He felt them brush past beneath him as the winged creature bore him from the castle. To carry him far to one side where rocks studded the ground like a nest of broken teeth.

To drop him where they waited.

'His eyes!' Gustav's voice was sharp. 'Look at his eyes!'

They were moving beneath the closed lids in the rapid eye movements which told of dreams. A technician stared then turned to check a bank of dials. Another engaged the waiting machine and the banked pens began tracing their patterns on the rolling paper.

'Well?' Kathryn was impatient. 'What does all this mean?'

'He's waking up!' Gustav fought to control his voice. 'Don't you see? Dumarest is waking up!'

He was triumphant but he had reason for his emotion. It had been a long, tense hour with the technicians urging Kathryn to let them begin and she wavering between her decision and natural impatience. Twice he'd had to remind her of the value of a Matriarch's word, each time busying himself with make-work, acting with assumed confidence as he'd played with the waiting instruments, giving her a reason for delay until a new 'setting' had been tested. A pretense the technicians had noticed but had thought better to ignore.

'Waking?' Kathryn glanced at a technician. 'Is that so?'

'There is no evidence to support the contention.' The woman was thin-faced and with a manner radiating hostility to all who dared to question her professional capability. 'True, there are signs of REM but-' She saw Kathryn's expression and hastily explained. 'REM, my lady, rapid eye movements, are a sure sign of a dreaming person. However it does not follow that a dreaming person is one about to wake.'

Gustav said acidly, 'Did the others display similar symptoms?'

'I'm not sure. I could check. My own work lay in calibrating blood-sugar levels.'

'Don't bother to check,' said Gustav. 'I can tell you the answer. No REM were noted in any other volunteer. When and if they woke it was without that preliminary symptom. Kathryn! Don't you understand what this could mean?'

Success!

It could be all summed up in that one word. A man had entered the Tau and was returning and-she hardly dared to hope, Iduna could be returning with him. But why didn't he waken? What was keeping him so long?

Gustav caught her arm as she extended it to touch Dumarest's cheek.

'No.'

'Why not?'

'There is a better way.' His own arm reached to rest, the palm over the lips, the thumb and forefinger nipped to close the nostrils. 'A trick a mercenary taught me years ago. It wakes a man up and keeps him silent as it does so. There you see?'

Dumarest had opened his eyes.

For a long moment Katbryn stared into them, wondering if again she would see the horrible vacuity she had seen so often before. The telltale sign of an empty brain. Of an idiot returned to once again blast her hopes.

'Earl!' Gustav was at her side, his tone urgent. 'Come back, Earl! Come back!'

Back from a dream in which he had tumbled through air to crash on waiting rocks. But it had been no dream and the rocks and the impact had been real. As real as any rocks could ever be-and the death had been as genuine.

'Earl?' Gustav was staring at him, the Matriarch at his side. She looked paler than Dumarest remembered, older, her eyes containing a bruised hurt. She said quickly before Gustav could speak again, 'Did you see her? Iduna, did you meet?'

He saw the smile irradiate her face as he nodded.

'And?'

'She sends you her regards, my lady.' Then, adding to the lie, 'Her regards and her fondest love and affection for you both.'

Chapter Twelve

'You met,' said Kathryn. 'You actually saw her and talked to her and played with her?' Her voice held an aching envy. 'Tamiras, you hear that?'

'I hear it.' The man selected a fruit from the bowl before him and carefully removed the rind. 'I hear it but that isn't to say I believe it.'

'Tamiras!'

'I am a scientist and, as such, tend to be skeptical. If that is a fault then I am guilty.' Juice ran from the sections he parted with deft fingers. Lifting one to his mouth he added, 'And Dumarest has reason to please you.'

'And reason to lie?'

She glanced at Dumarest where he sat at the table. He, the scientist, Gustav and herself were alone. The meal had been a good one, meats and wines and fine breads to put energy into his body and flesh on his bones. A celebration, Gustav had called it, a time for them to learn all he had discovered. But if Dumarest had lied… ?

He saw the tension of her hand where it rested beside her plate, the reflected light flash from gems as her