Steppe

would you get if I were only a chief?'

'Well, that depends,' she said seriously, not seeming to find it strange that he had to ask. That was the beauty of childish naivete! 'If you were chief for a long time, and you married me as first wife, I'd get quite a few points because I'd be pretty important to you.' She paused. 'Or do you already have several wives?'

This child had forthright ambitions! 'Only one—and she was killed.' Fifteen centuries ago—and still it hurt. How much better it would have been had he lived long enough to exterminate more Kirghiz!

'Oh, I'm glad!' Koka exclaimed. 'Oops! I mean that's too bad... uh...'

'Let's figure it out together,' Alp said gruffly. 'How many points do you think I could be worth, and how many would that make you worth, and how good a part could that buy you?'

'That's easy! You get one point for every Day you survive in your part in the Game, just as I do. So let's assume we both last twenty years—that's a base of twenty points. That's reasonable, isn't it?'

'Certainly!' he agreed, and she smiled. Yes, there was nomad blood there.

'Then you get a bonus point for every ten men you have under you each year. How many do you have?'

Oh-oh. 'I used to have three hundred—but then I suffered reverses,' Alp said. He didn't explain that the reverses had been the overrunning of the Uigur empire by the Kirghiz, back in real history before he had come to the Game. 'Now I serve Uga and don't really command men myself. That might improve; depends on the next few battles.'

'Oh,' she said. 'Well, let's say you win, and get back all your men—that's thirty points a year. And then if you live twenty years, that's six hundred. Plus your own personal points, and any you get for influencing history. It might amount to a thousand points, and if I were your first wife—you wouldn't raise any other wives above me, would you?'

'Of course not,' Alp said reassuringly.

'Then I'd get maybe two hundred, plus my own points. About two hundred and fifty all told. The entrance fee for a genuine princess is one thousand. So if I had several good parts like that, I could work my way up in a century or so.'

'Still, that's a lot of points,' Alp said. 'You might not marry a chief every time, you know.'

'I know. But it's fun hoping!'

'Just how successful can a single part get, if everything goes well?'

'Well, I think Attila the Hun amassed half a million points. And that wasn't even in Steppe, but way off near the European fringe where they have all those squabbling principalities! So a real leader should...'

Attila the Hun! Alp knew that name only deviously, through his scholarly researches before the fall of the Uigurs. The man must have fared better than the homefolk knew! Yet the Game history showed how the giant Hun had been decimated and his power destroyed by fat Han and the traitor Sien-pi. Had Western Hun pulled himself together for another major effort, or did Game history diverge entirely from real history, thanks to the effort of some ambitious player? He would have to review the rest of the cartoon presentation and find out!

Meanwhile, he had gained the information he craved. He set himself a target: one thousand points to be earned in this part. Then he would be able to re-enter the Game in style and amass more next time, continuing until—

Until the Game ended and he had to return to the galaxy? To be deported into the chasm?

'First we'll have to make it through this battle,' Alp said grimly.

'After we win that will you marry me?'

Alp was flattered by her single-mindedness. 'You're young, yet.'

'But I'll grow!' she cried. 'Oh, please, I'll never get abducted again! This is my only chance to break out of the palace-menial circuit! I could be a real good wife to you, and I'd never complain no matter how much your barbarian ger stunk—'

'My ger does not stink!' Alp snapped. 'And I'm no barbarian! I'm a literate Uigur chieftain.'

'Gee, even the Emperor can't read!' she said, awed.

Alp saw that he had made a mistake. First, he was not literate in Galactic; second, he thought it best not to let others know about his ability to read historical Uigur. There might come a time when he had use for that talent. 'All right,' he said to distract her. 'If we live through this battle and make it back to the Steppe, I'll have you betrothed to me, for marriage when you're of age. How does that sound?'

'Great!' she exclaimed.

Actually it was no promise at all, for many early betrothals came to nothing, and much could happen in the four or five years it would take her to mature. But she had helped him more than she knew, and he would not be averse to marrying an attractive girl like her—if that was the way it worked out.

Then he remembered that they were speaking of only four or five days, Game-time. History was accelerated, but surely not human beings! She would still be a child...

But now the most pressing problem was sheer survival. In minutes they reached the first fringe of the dusty nebula. It was a large one, with arms of opacity extending out in several directions, separated from each other by a hundred light years or more. Here Uga's horse slowed—and as they touched the diffuse dust, Pei-li's horse broke away from the party along with five other riders. They disappeared into the dark body of the nebula.

Uga, Alp and the ten remaining troops passed straight on through, traveling in a looser pack so that the overall diameter of the nomad posse was about the same.

They continued at decreasing velocity toward the main mass of the nebula. Alp was grateful for this, for the bank of instruments beside the controls told him his horse was tiring. The extra weight of the girl Kokachin...