me, Khad Tambur who is the Scourge of the World and Shaker of the Universe.'
One of the common soldiers laughed and shouted back. 'Get on with it, minikin. Stop blowing through your mouth and say what you have come to say! Then go before we put a little arrow through your little carcass.'
A Cath officer struck the man and he fell back, muttering.
The messenger shouted on: 'The great Khad Tambur has many ears within your wall...'
Lali, who had come spurring up to join Blade, scowled and said, 'That is true enough! Spies.'
Blade winked at her and patted her knee. 'Be quiet, Lali. Please. I want to hear what the rascal has to say.'
She favored him with a scowl. She had not liked the way he had ridden away and left her.
'The great Khad has heard that a stranger is among you. A man called Sir Blade, who is a courier-captain from the capital of Pukka, sent by Pukka to determine why you Caths cannot defeat the Mongs. This Sir Blade arrived three weeks ago, coming in secret at night. Is all this not true, Caths?'
Blade and Lali exchanged glances. The exact lie they had concocted to explain his presence. The Khad Tambur did have a good spy system.
Richard Blade acted on impulse, but it was an inevitable impulse. Had he kept silent he would not have been Richard Blade. Lali, sensing what he was about to do, clutched at his arm. Blade shook her off and spurred to the edge of he wall.
'That is true,' he shouted. 'I am Sir Blade. What of it?'
The dwarf warrior stared up at him with a friendly grin on his wide mouth. He had a snub nose and close-set eyes, dark and twinkling. His skin was swarthy and unlike most Mongs he was smooth shaven.
He waved the horse tail at Blade. 'I give you greeting from the great Khad Tambur, Sir Blade. I see that you are all that our spies have said. You are a giant and will therefore no doubt accept the offer of the Khad...'
Blade found himself liking the little Mong. He put his hands on his hips and laughed down. 'What offer, little man? Get on with it.'
Behind him he could hear the hurried, whispered consultations of Lali and her officers. They did not like what he was doing.
The dwarf danced nimbly on his saddle. 'If you will fight the Khad's champion in single combat, before this wall in a place that shall be chosen, the Khad will abide by the results. If you, Sir Blade, defeat his champion the Khad promises to depart this place and never return. If you lose, Sir Blade, the great cannon is to be surrendered to the Khad!'
There was a murmur of outrage behind Blade. He waved a hand at the dwarf. 'A moment - you shall have an answer.' He spurred away from the wall's edge and dismounted.
Lali was surrounded by a silent circle of Cath officers. Only Queko dared to speak. 'Why not, Empress? Something must be done and it may be that this is the answer. Surely Sir Blade can slay any Mong that might be sent against him. He is a giant and they are all small men. And he has great skill with arms. We have all seen that.'
Lali was in such a fury that she struck at Queko with her whip. 'I will not have it! I will not consent! Sir Blade is too valuable to risk in such foolishness. I must have him by my side. I must have his advice. He has come all the way from Pukka for just that reason. No - no - no!'
Blade pushed his way through the circle of cringing officers. Here, before witnesses, was the time to stand up to Lali. Yet it must be done with skill. He had a plan.
'I say yes, Lali! It is a chance to get rid of the Mongs at last. Queko is right - I can defeat any of them.' In fair combat he never doubted that he could. He knew tricks that the Mongs did not dream of. Or the Caths, for that matter.
She turned on him sullenly. 'You do not understand, Sir Blade. Khad Tambur will not keep his word, even if you win. Nothing will be changed. And if you lose...'
One of the officers, more daring than the others, laughed and said: 'If Sir Blade loses we will not keep our word, either. We will not give them the gun.'
Nervous laughter. Lali glared around and there was silence. She touched Blade's arm. 'So what is gained? Except that you might die? I would not have that, Sir Blade.'
The marvelous green eyes pleaded with him. Blade understood perfectly. She didn't want to lose him - from her life, from her bed.
From below the wall there came a whinnying cry. It sounded like a horse speaking. A great cry went up from the assembled Caths. A horse speaking!
The horse said: 'These Caths must be very stupid, or great cowards. I have a half-brother, called an ass, that could have made up his mind in half the time.'
The Caths were half amused, more than a little frightened. But it served to break the tension. Blade touched Lali's shoulder and said: 'I know what I do. Trust me. Listen to my terms and then see if you do not agree.'
He mounted again and rode to the edge of the wall. The horse, or the pony, was still speaking.
'Hurry, Sir Blade, hurry. I am hungry. I have not been fed yet this morning because I am on the Khad's business. My back is breaking, too, because of this huge man that dances atop me. Hurry, Sir Blade!'
Blade grinned down at the little man. The rascal was dancing nimbly on his saddle, pulling the pony's bridle to make its head bob, and pretending to be outraged at the animal's words. Most of the Caths were staring in awe by this time. As civilized and advanced as they were, in some matters, they had never heard of ventriloquism.
'Bid your pony keep his mouth shut,' Blade shouted. 'I will answer you now and I have no mind to compete with a horse.'
The pony stopped speaking and its head drooped as the reins were loosed. The little warrior smiled up at Blade.
