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On the path, presently, Stiltik appeared, coming around a distant turn. Telzey’s breath caught. Stiltik’s bulk looked misshapen and awkward at that range, but she moved with swift assurance, like a creature born to mountain heights, along a thread of shelf almost indiscernible from the cave. She went out of sight behind the thrust of the mountain, emerged again, closer.
Telzey let a trickle of fear escape through her screens, then drew them into a tight shield. She saw Stiltik lift her head without checking her stride. Thought probed alertly about, slid away. But not entirely. She sensed a waiting watchfulness now as Stiltik continued to vanish and reappear along the winding path.
Presently Telzey could begin to distinguish the features of the heavy-jawed face. A short-handled double-headed hatchet hung from Stiltik’s belt, along with a knife and a coil of rope. She came to the point where the path forked, paused, measuring the branch which led up through the crevice, stooped abruptly, half crouched, bringing her head close to the ground, face shifting back and forth, almost nosing the path like a dog. Telzey saw the bunching of heavy back muscles through the material of the sleeveless shirt. For a moment, it seemed wholly the posture of an animal. The giantess straightened, again looked up along the crevice. Telzey’s hand moved forward. The pile of rocks she’d gathered rattled through the vines to the path below the cave opening. A brief hot gust of terror burst from the shield.
Stiltik’s head turned. Then, swiftly, she started along the path toward the cave.
Telzey sat still, breathing so shallow it might almost have stopped. Stiltik’s mouth hung open; her eyes stared, seeming to probe through the vines. Around a curve she came, loosening the hatchet at her belt, cold mind impulses searching.
A psi bolt slammed, hard, heavy, fast, jarring Telzey through her shield. It hadn’t been directed at her.
Stiltik swayed on the path, gave a grunting exhalation of surprise, and something flicked down out of the air above her like a thin glassy snake. The looped end of Kolki Ming’s rope dropped around her neck, jerked tight.
One of her great hands caught at the rope, the other struck up with the hatchet. But she was stumbling backward, being hauled off the path. Two minds slashed at each other, indistinguishable in fury. Then Stiltik’s massive body plunged down along the side of the cliff with a clatter of rocks, dropped below Telzey’s line of sight. The rope jerked tight again; there was a crack like the snapping of a thick tree branch. The end of the rope flicked down past the path, following the falling body. From above came a yell, savage and triumphant. From below, seconds later, came the sound of impact.
Abruptly, there was stillness. Telzey drew a deep, sighing breath, stood up, pushed her way out through the vine tangles to the cave opening. She waited there a minute or two. Then Kolki Ming, smeared with the dark slime of the winding tunnel through which she’d crept to the cliff top, came down along the crevice to the fork of the path, and turned back toward the cave.
They reached the floor of the Kaht Chasm presently, found Stiltik’s broken body. Kolki Ming drew her knife and was busy for a time, while Telzey sat on a rock and looked up the Chasm to the point where the foaming stream tumbled through a narrow break in the mountain. She thought she could make out a pale shimmer on the rocks. It should be the Chasm’s exit portal, not far from the falls, and not very far from them now. Tinokti’s sun had moved beyond the crest of the cliff. All the lower part of the Chasm lay in deep shadow.
Then Kolki Ming finished, came to Telzey and held up dripping hands. “Blood of a Suan Uwin!” she said. “The Elaigar will see your knife reddened. I wonder if they’ll be pleased! Didn’t you know I sensed you draw Stiltik’s attention toward you when her suspicions awoke? If you hadn’t, I’m not at all sure the matter could have ended well for either of us.” She drew the knife from Telzey’s belt, ran fingers over blade, hilt and sheath, replaced the knife. A knuckle tilted Telzey’s chin up; a hand smeared wetness across her face. “Don’t be too dainty!” Kolki Ming told her. “They’re to see you took a full share of their Suan Uwin’s defeat.”
They walked along the floor of the Chasm, beside the cold rush of water, toward the portal shimmer, Stiltik’s blood painting them, Stiltik’s severed head swinging by its hair from Kolki Ming’s right hand. The portal brightened as they reached it, and they went through.
The Elaigar stood waiting, filling the long hall. They walked forward, toward those nearest the portal. The giants stared, jaws dropping. A rumble of voices began here and there, ended quickly. The Elaigar standing before them started to move aside, clearing the way. The motion spread, and a wide lane opened through the ranks as they came on. Beyond, Telzey saw a ramp leading to a raised section at the end of the hall. They reached the ramp, went up it, and at the top Kolki Ming turned. Telzey turned with her.
Below stood the Lion People, unmoving, silent, broad faces lifted and watching. Kolki Ming’s arm swung far back, came forward. She hurled Stiltik’s head back at them. It bounced and rolled along the ramp, black hair whipping about, blood spattering. It rolled on into the hall, the giants giving way before it. Then a roar of voices arose.
“This way!” said Kolki Ming.
They were at the wall, passed through a portal, the noise cutting off behind them.
“Now quickly!”
They ran. None of the sections they went through in the next minutes looked familiar to Telzey, but Kolki Ming didn’t hesitate. Telzey realized suddenly they were back in sealed areas again; the portals here were of the disguised variety. She was gasping for breath, vision blurring with exhaustion. The Alatta was setting a pace she couldn’t possibly keep up with much longer.
Then they were in a room with a viewscreen stand in one corner. Here Kolki Ming stopped. “Get your breath back,” she told Telzey. “One more move only, and we have time for that—though perhaps no more time than it takes Stiltik’s blood to dry on us.” She was activating the screen as she spoke, spinning dials. Stiltik’s Hall of Triumph swam into view, with a burst of Elaigar voices. Churning groups of the giants filled the hall; more had come in since they left, and others were still arriving. Most of them appeared to be talking at once; and much of the talk seemed furious argument.
“Now they debate!” said Kolki Ming. “What do the codes demand? Whatever conclusion they come to, it will involve our death. That’s necessary. But first they must decide how to kill us with honor—to us and themselves. Then they’ll start asking where we’ve gone.”
She turned away. Telzey watched the screen a moment longer, her breathing beginning to ease. When she looked around, Kolki Ming had opened a closet in the wall, was fastening a gun she’d taken from it to her belt. She removed two small flat slabs of plastic and metal from a closet shelf, closed the closet, laid the slabs on a table. She came back to the screen, dialed to another view.
“The control section,” she said. “Our goal now!”
The control section was a large place. Telzey looked out at a curving wall crowded with instrument stands. On the right was a great black square in the wall—a blackness which seemed to draw the mind down into vast depths. “The Vingarran Gate,” said Kolki Ming. Two Sattarams stood at one end of the section, watching the technicians. They wore guns. The technicians, perhaps two dozen in all, represented three life forms, two of which suggested the humanoid type, though no more so than Couse’s people. The third was a lumpy disk covered with yellow scales and equipped with a variety of flexible limbs.
“Those two must die,” Kolki Ming said, indicating the Sattarams. “They’re controlled servants of the Suan Uwin, jointly conditioned by Boragost and Stiltik as safeguard against surprises by either. The instrument handlers are conditioned, too, but they’ll be no problem.” She switched off the screen. “Now come.” She took the two slabs from the table.
There was no more running, though Kolki Ming still moved swiftly. Five sections on, she stopped before a blank wall. “There’s a portal here, left incomplete to prevent discovery,” she said. “The section’s on one of the potential approaches to the control area, so it’s inspected frequently and thoroughly. Now I’ll close the field!”
She searched along the wall, placed one of the slabs carefully against it. It adhered. She opened the back of the slab, adjusted settings, pressed the cover shut. “Come through immediately behind me,” she told Telzey. “And be very quiet! On these last fifty steps, things might still go wrong.”