'Greeting, Sir Blade. It has been a long time. We thought you dead until a few days since, when one of our spies brought word that the man of the statue was riding with the Caths.'
Blade grinned at him. 'I have seen the things, Queko. It was the doing of the Empress?'
'Yes. She has been desolate since your capture. Nothing pleases her and nothing can console her. Not even my fine plan to annihilate the Mongs forever.'
He waved a hand around the valley, at the serried ranks of the waiting Cath host. 'You came well Into the trap. Too easily, and I have been wondering. This had been your doing, Sir Blade? You had our message, then? One of the spies got through? We have sent a score or more.'
Blade frowned. 'I had no message. Saw no spy. We come in peace, Queko. That is my doing. Listen well to me.'
He explained much of what had happened since the Mongs left off attacking the wall and began their trek, omitting only personal matters and that which was not to the point.
Queko said, when Blade had finished, 'You believe this Rahstum truly wants peace?'
'I do. As you must believe also, and the Empress.'
Queko stroked the soft down on his chin. 'You undo me, Blade. I have planned long and hard for this moment, as has the Empress. Together we plotted the whole thing. We let a Mong prisoner 'escape' after letting him overhear what he thought was a high conference. We spoke of a lack of troops to man the wall this far to the east. We spoke of the wall being unfinished and defenseless. We spoke of the Sea Caths being cowards and poor fighters...'
'You spoke a lie,' Blade said grimly. 'I know. It was all part of our game. I knew that the trek over the northern mountains would kill many Mongs. The Sea Caths would kill more. The trek back west would be long and hard and more would die. I summoned help from Pukka and many other provinces and arranged that we should meet you in this valley, where we hold the high ground. And now, Sir Blade, you come to me and cry for peace!'
So that was it. So much for the counsels of Obi, the dark God in the wagon. The Khad had listened to the 'escaped' Mong and made his decision and given the credit to Obi.
Blade fixed Queko with a stare that contained all the arrogance and the authority he could muster.
'It was a good plan. But now it is not needed. There will be peace. I have pledged my head on it. If there is not peace, and we must fight, I fight with the Mongs! Understand that well, Queko.'
After a moment the Chief Captain of the Caths looked away. 'As you say, Sir Blade. But I cannot make this peace, only the Empress can do that.' 'Where is she now?'
Queko pointed to the little village in the center of the valley. 'There. Where else? As soon as she heard you were alive she came. She is waiting for you now. Come. I will take you to her.'
'A moment. I will be straight back.' Blade pulled his mount around and went galloping back up the pass. Lali so near! He was conscious of excitement. Even knowing what she was, very little better than Sadda had been, still he was excited. It was only physical, of course, but there it was. Those green eyes. Those marvelous green eyes into which a man could fall forever.
The body that was perfection and the color of ancient ivory. Lali!
Fool, he told himself. You have a job to do before the computer makes final adjustment and finds you and snatches you back to H-Dimension. Attend to it. He would not take back any treasure this time, nor any great knowledge. Or was peace a treasure? A moral treasure?
Blade spoke briefly with Rahstum and they came to agreement. They rode off to one side and were alone for the moment.
'Make fair terms if you can,' Rahstum said. 'But do not surrender our honor. If we must fight and die here we will die well, as warriors should.'
'I will do my best, Captain. And if there is to be no peace I will return to die with you. Farewell for now.'
'Farewell, Blade. For now.'
As Blade spurred away he waved at Baber sitting his horse nearby. The old warrior waved back and shouted, 'Bring us peace, Sir Blade. I like this place. I will get married again and raise little Mongs.'
Someone scoffed and there was laughter. Blade saw the dwarf alone, dismounted, sitting on a rock and peering down into the valley. He rode to him.
Morpho spoke first. 'Goodbye, Sir Blade. It is as it must be. I am only sorry for Nantee, who spoke of you last night. She is fond of you and would see you again. Remember her, and me, in this place you go.'
Blade smiled at the little man. 'How do you guess at these things, little man?'
The dwarf's frozen grin did not change, but his eyes were eloquent.
'I am a fool, Sir Blade, or was until you came. I know. And I know not how I know, any more than I know how it came to me that I should warn you before the fight with Cossa.'
'That was wasted.' Blade laughed and leaned down to clap the little man on a shoulder. 'Goodbye, Morpho.'
'Goodbye, Sir Blade. Nothing is wasted.' Blade pondered that remark as he rode into the Cath village with Queko. He could make nothing of it.
They jogged past the statue of himself in the square.
Blade now thought that the jade man looked a little smug. The thought was torn away by new pain in his head. Not yet, Lord L! Not quite yet.
They halted before the finest house in the village. Queko pointed to the door where Cath sentries stood guard. 'She is in there, Sir Blade.'
Blade entered and stalked down a corridor, conscious of eyes watching him. Tall, brawny, in his dusty Mong armor, he knew he inspired awe in these slim Cath soldiers. How would Lali greet this great hulk of a soiled
