There was a great screaming and much running and shouting.
There would be children killed, Blade thought sadly. Innocents. In this, X-Dimension was not so different from his own.
He thought of the Khad and his lust for young girls. Hardly more than children. Did Rahstum, the Captain, have a daughter? Blade did not know. He knew nothing about Rahstum except that he was a Cauca and a successful mercenary. Would the Mongs, and Blade, be any better off under Rahstum's rule than under the Khad's?
That was easy to answer. Yes. At least Rahstum was not insane and did not lust after children and his own sister. He was an intelligent man who might listen to reason. Blade hoped so, for he had plans of his own far beyond a mere palace revolution, plans that he hoped would mature before Lord L called him back.
First he must remain alive, and Rahstum might aid in that. But later, Blade thought as he finally drifted into sleep, he and Rahstum might very well be enemies. After each had used the other.
Chapter Eleven
Blade was arrested the next morning. Six of Rahstum's men came for him. They allowed him to keep his wooden dagger and whip and, amid laughter, poked him along with their lances. There was no sign of Sadda.
Blade was taken to a small watch tent near the Khad's Imperial enclosure. He was pushed inside and told to keep silent and wait. In a few moments Rahstum came in. For a minute he said nothing, standing and surveying Blade with keen gray eyes and fingering his silver chain. His armor was burnished to a higher sheen than ever before. The horsetails of authority on his shoulders swung in unison as Rahstum began to pace. Then he wheeled on Blade.
'You have spoken to Baber? And the dwarf came to you?'
'Yes, to both questions, Captain.' Respect without servility, thought Blade. The truth was that he did respect this man.
Rahstum stroked his beard and frowned. 'I will be brief. I only risk this interview because the Khad is - is busy with other matters at the moment.' No mistaking the disgust on Rahstum's face.
Blade nodded. 'I have heard of this.'
Rahstum's fine teeth glinted in a thin smile. 'No doubt you see and hear many things, Blade, and remember them all. I have been watching you. You play the slave well enough, but you do not fool me. But no matter for that - are you with me in this?'
It was time for a little bold bargaining.
Blade lowered his voice. 'If you speak of killing the Khad I am with you. That is a good thing. But what of my future? What am I to have of this?'
The Captain's eyes narrowed. 'What you most desire in the world, Blade. Your freedom! And you will have position. You will be second in command to me. And, if and when your ransom comes...' here Rahstum smiled slyly - 'if it comes, you will be permitted to go back to the Caths. I hope you will not do this. I saw you kill Cossa and I need such a warrior as you. There is also mystery about you, Blade, which intrigues me. But none of that now. You are with me?'
'Yes.'
'Then listen closely. I must take you before the Khad in a few minutes. I myself insisted on this, for the purpose of this meeting, and I do not think you in any great danger. Anyway Sadda will plead for you. But keep your mouth tight and do not anger the Khad. He is full of madness just now and hard to predict. In his madness he suspects no danger and will see none if we are careful. It is Sadda who must be fooled. In the next two days you must keep her amused as never before. You understand me, Blade?'
Blade nodded. 'I understand. But suppose the lady is not in the mood?'
'Get her in the mood. Keep her so. At least until the celebration of the Khad's birth time. After that it will not matter. Now listen well'85'
They talked for another five minutes. Then Rahstum struck Blade hard across the mouth to draw blood. 'That is to explain the delay. You were stubborn and gave me trouble. Come now.'
With Rahstum leading the way, Blade was taken to the Khad's great black tent, escorted by the six warriors who had arrested him. They would be the Captain's men, sworn to live or die with him. Blade wondered how many others Rahstum had recruited?
Sensuous music leaked from the tent as they approached. But when he was pushed inside, he was surprised to find it almost empty. Musicians played in one corner. In another corner a squad of the Khad's men guarded a Cath who stood in chains. The Khad and Sadda were on the dais, on their respective thrones. To the right of the Khad, on a miniature throne, sat a pretty girl wearing filmy pantaloons and soft leather shoes and a little jacket that partially concealed small breasts. Mong women matured early, as Blade knew, but he did not think this girl could be more than thirteen. She looked as though she had been crying. As Blade approached the dais, the Khad stroked the girl's shiny hair and whispered something to her. She looked up at him and nodded gravely.
Sadda, her thick hair in a coronet, had shadows beneath her brown eyes, visible even through the veil. Her eyes brightened at the sight of Blade, but then she looked away.
Near the Khad's feet, juggling his four balls in the air, was Morpho the dwarf. He ignored Blade, staring at nothing with his comic-sad smile showing his teeth.
The Khad, his chalky spine twisting him forward at a cruel angle, glared at Blade with his good right eye. He wasted no time.
'That whore Empress Mei is missing you, Blade. She sent one to find you and plot escape.' He pointed a finger at the Cath in chains. 'Did you know of this, Blade?'
Blade shook his head. 'I knew nothing of it, O Scourge of the World.' That much was true.
The Khad's single eye glittered. It was rolling and bloodshot and showing a lot of the white, and in the murky depths the shadows of madness moved and coiled.
The Khad showed bad teeth in a grim smile. 'So he says, also. He does not implicate you. Yet Rahstum does not trust you and coaxed me that I should question you.'
