“I’ve told them before this,” he remarked, “that there are humans who must be called codeworthy!” His face darkened. “More so certainly than Boragost and Lishon! No one believes now that was the first treachery committed by those two.” He shook his great head glumly. “These are sorry times!”
The general discussion had resumed meanwhile, soon grew as heated as before. One of the Sattarams abruptly left the room. Telzey’s giant told her, “He’s to find out what Stiltik wants, since she alone is now Suan Uwin. But whatever she wants, we are the chiefs who will determine what the codes demand.”
The Elaigar who’d left came back shortly, made his report. More talk, Kolki Ming joining in. The guard said to Telzey, “Stiltik claims it’s her right to have the Alatta who was of her command face her in the Kaht Chasm. It’s agreed this is proper under the codes, and Kolki Ming has accepted. Stiltik also says, however, that you should be returned to her at once as her prisoner. I think she feels you’ve brought ridicule on her, as you have. This is now being discussed.”
Telzey didn’t reply. She felt chilled. The talk went on. Her Sattaram broke in several times, presently began to grin. One of the giants in the group addressed her in translingue.
“Is it your choice,” he asked, “to face Stiltik in the Kaht Chasm beside the Alatta Kolki Ming?”
Telzey didn’t hesitate. “Yes, it is.”
He translated. Nods from the group. Telzey’s Sattaram said something in their language. A few of them laughed. He said to Telzey, holding out his huge hand, “Give me your belt!”
She looked up at him, took off her jacket belt and gave it to him. He reached inside his vest-like upper garment, brought out a knife in a narrow metal sheath, fastened the sheath on the belt, handed the belt back. “You were Stiltik’s prisoner and freed yourself fairly!” he rumbled. “I say you’re codeworthy and have told them so. You won’t face Stiltik in the Kaht Chasm unarmed!” His toothy grin reappeared. “Who knows? You may claim Suan Uwin rank among us before you’re done!”
He translated that for the group. There was a roar of laughter. Telzey’s giant laughed with the others, but then looked down at her and shook his head.
“No,” he said. “Stiltik will eat your heart and that of Kolki Ming. But if we find then that you were able to redden your knife before it happened, I shall be pleased!”
Chapter 13
The portal to which Kolki Ming and Telzey were taken let them out into a sloping mountain area. When Telzey glanced back, a sheer cliff towered behind them. Tinokti’s sun shone through invisible circuit barriers overhead.
Kolki Ming turned toward a small building a hundred yards away. “Come quickly! Stiltik may not wait long before following.”
Telzey hurried after her. Behind the building, the rock-studded slope curved down out of sight. Perhaps half a mile away was another steep cliff face. Dark narrow lines of trees climbed along it; some sections were covered by tangles of vines. The great wall curved in to left and right until it nearly met the mountain front out of which they’d stepped. On the right, at the point where the two rock masses came closest, water streamed through, dropping in long cascades toward the hidden floor of the Kaht Chasm. Far to the left, the stream foamed away through another break in the mountains.
If water—
Telzey brushed the thought aside. Whatever applications of portal technology were involved, the fact that water appeared to flow freely through the force barriers about this vast section didn’t mean there were possible exit or entry points there.
She followed Kolki Ming into the building. The interior was a single large room. Mountaineering equipment, geared to Elaigar proportions, hung from walls and posts. Ropes, clamps, hooks . . . Kolki Ming selected a coil of transparent rope, stripped hooks from it, attached it to her belt beside the long knife which was now her only weapon. Outside the building, she stooped, legs bent. “Up on my back; hang on! We want to put distance between ourselves and this place.”
Telzey scrambled up, clamped her legs around the Alatta’s waist, locked her hands on the tough shirt material. Kolki Ming started down the slope.
“This is an exercise area for general use when it isn’t serving as Stiltik’s hunting ground,” she said. “As a rule, the Suan Uwin likes a long chase, but today she may be impatient. She’s tireless, almost as fast as I am, twice as strong, and as skilled a fighter on the rocks as in the water below. The only exit is at the end of the Chasm near the foot of the falls, and it will open now only to Stiltik’s key. Beyond it is her Hall of Triumph where the Elaigar will wait to see her display her new trophies to them.”
The slope suddenly dropped off. Kolki Ming turned her face to the rock, climbed on down, using hands and feet and moving almost as quickly as before. Telzey tightened her grip. She’d done some rockwork for sport, but that had been a different matter from this wild, swaying ride along what was turning into a precipitous cliff.
A minute or two later, Kolki Ming glanced sideways and down, said, “Hold on hard!” and pushed away from the rock. They dropped. Telzey clutched convulsively. The drop ended not much more than twelve feet below, almost without a jar. Kolki Ming went on along a path some three feet wide, leading around a curve of the cliff.
Telzey swallowed. “How will Stiltik find us?” she asked.
“By following our scent trail until she has us in sight. She’s a mind hunter, too, so keep your screens locked.” Kolki Ming’s breathing still seemed relaxed and unhurried. “This may look like an uneven game to the Elaigar, but since there always was a chance I would have to face Stiltik here some day, I’ve made the Chasm my exercise area whenever I was in the circuit . . . and they don’t know that of the three of us I was the dagen handler.”
The rumble of rushing water was audible now, and growing louder. The stream must pass almost directly beneath them, some three hundred yards down. They moved into shadow. The path narrowed, narrowed further. There came a place where the Alatta turned sideways and edged along where Telzey could barely make out footholds, never seeming to give a thought to the long drop below. Very gradually, the path began to widen again as the curve of the cliff reversed itself, leading them back into sunlight. And presently back into shadow.
Then, as they rounded another bulge, Telzey saw a point ahead where the path forked, one arm leading up through a narrow crevice, the other descending along the cliff. An instant later, a thought tendril touched her screens, coldly alert, searching. It lingered, faded.
“Yes, Stiltik’s in the Chasm,” Kolki Ming said. “She’ll be on our trail in moments.”
She took the downward fork. It curved in and out, dipped steeply, rose again. Kolki Ming checked at an opening in the rock, a narrow high cave mouth. Dirt had collected within it, and cliff vines had taken root and grown, forming a tangle which almost filled the opening.
Kolki Ming glanced back, parted the tangle, edged inside. “You can get down.”
Telzey slid to the ground, stood on unsteady legs, drew a long breath. “And now?” she asked.
“Now,” said Kolki Ming, voice and face expressionless, “I leave you. Don’t think of me. Wait here behind the vines. You’ll see Stiltik coming long before she sees you. Then be ready to do whatever seems required.”
She turned, moved back into the dimness of the cave, seemed to vanish behind a corner. Completely disconcerted for the moment, Telzey stared after her. There came faint sounds, a scraping, the clattering of a dislodged rock. Then silence.
Telzey went to the cave opening, looked back along the path that wound in and out along the curves of the cliff. Stiltik would be in sight on it minutes before she got this far—and surely she couldn’t be very close yet! Telzey moved into the cave, came to the corner around which Kolki Ming had disappeared. Almost pitch-darkness there. After a dozen groping steps, she came to a stop. There was a rock before her. On either side, not much more than two and a half feet apart, was also rock. Water trickled slowly down the wall on the right, seeping into the dust about her shoes.
She looked up into darkness, reached on tiptoe, arms stretching, touched nothing. A draft moved past her face. So here the cave turned upward, became a narrow tunnel; and up that black hole Kolki Ming had gone. Telzey wondered whether she would be able to follow, stood a moment reflecting, then returned to the cave opening. She sat down where she could watch their trail, drew the vines into a thicker tangle before her. Pieces of rock lay around, and her hands went out, began gathering them into a pile, while her eyes remained fastened on the path.