What time was it?
All sense of time had departed since the beginning of the struggle. Could two hours have passed? Was that it? I couldn‘t be sure.
“I feel your troubled thought,” said Eric. “Yes, I am coordinated with Caine. He contacted me after your parley. I can hold you thus while your fleet is demolished around you and sent down to Rebma to rot. The fishes will eat your men.”
“Wait,” I said. “They are guiltless. Bleys and I have misled them, and they think we are in the right. Their deaths would serve no purpose. I was preparing to surrender the fleet.”
“Then you should not have taken so long,” he replied, “for now it is too late. I cannot call Caine to countermand my orders, without releasing you, and the moment I release you I will fall beneath your mental domination or suffer physical assault. Our minds are too proximate.”
“Supposing I give you my word that I won‘t do this thing?”
“Any man would be forsworn to gain a kingdom,” said Eric.
“Can‘t you read the thought? Can‘t you feel it within my mind? I‘ll keep my word!”
“I feel there is a strange compassion for these men you have duped, and I know not what may have caused such a bond, but no. You know it yourself. Even if you are sincere at this moment—as you well may be—the temptation will be too great the instant the opportunity occurs. You know it yourself. I can‘t risk it.”
And I knew it. Amber burned too strongly In the blood of us.
“Your swordsmanship has increased remarkably,” he commented. “I see that your exile has done you some good in that respect. You are closer to being my equal now than anyone save Benedict, who may well be dead.”
“Don‘t flatter yourself,” I said. “I know I can take you now. In fact—”
“Don‘t bother. I won‘t duel with you at this late date,” and he smiled, reading my thought, which burned all too clearly.
“I more than half wish you had stood by me,” he said. “I could have used you more than any of the others. Julian I spit upon. Caine is a coward. Gerard is strong, but stupid.”
I decided to put in the only good word I might.
“Listen,” I said. “I conned Random into coming here with me. He wasn‘t hot on the idea. I think he would have supported you, had you asked him.”
“That bastard!” he said. “I wouldn‘t trust him to empty chamber pots. One day I‘d find a piranha in mine. No thanks. I might have pardoned him, save for your present recommendation. You‘d like me to clasp him to my bosom and call him brother now, wouldn‘t you? Oh no! You leap too quickly to his defense. It reveals his true attitude, of which he has doubtless made you aware. Let us forget Random in the courts of clemency.”
I smelled smoke then and heard the sounds of metal on metal. That would mean that Caine had come upon us and was doing his job.
“Good,” said Eric, catching it from my mind.
“Stop them! Please! My men don‘t have a chance against that many!”
“Not even were you to yield—” and he bit it off and cursed. I caught the thought, then. He could have asked me to yield in return for their lives, and then let Caine continue with the slaughter. He would have liked to have done that, but he‘d let those first words slip out in the heat of his passion.
I chuckled at his irritation.
“I‘ll have you soon, anyhow,” be said. “As soon as they take the flagship.”
“Until then,” I said, “try this!” And I hit him with everything I had, boring into his mind, hurting him with my hatred. I felt his pain and it drove me harder. For all the years of exile I‘d spent, I lashed at him, seeking at least this payment. For his putting me through the plague, I beat at the barriers of his sanity, seeking this vengeance. For the auto accident, for which I knew he had been responsible, I struck at him, seeking some measure of anguish in return for my hurt.