Nevertheless he and the others were coughing and weeping as if they were trying to eject lungs and eyeballs alike. Spasm after spasm shook them.
Green decided that this room wasn’t really much better than the others, so he led Amra and Paxi around the right-angled corner and into the dark tunnel. Here his violent rackings began to quiet down and by rapid blinking, which forced tears, he cleaned his eyes of much of the dust. Anxiously, he peered down the passageway toward its end, where the cave mouth formed a dim arch in the moonlight outside.
It was as he’d feared. Somebody stood there, outlined in the beams, bent forward, peering in.
He thought that it must be the priestess, for the figure was slight and the hair was pulled up on top of the head in a great Psyche knot with a feather stuck through it. Moreover, around her feet were four or five cats.
His coughing betrayed him, for the priestess suddenly whirled and trotted off on her stick-like legs. Green dropped Amra’s hand and ran, at the same time drawing his stiletto from his belt, as he’d lost his cutlass during the explosion. He had to stop the priestess, though he didn’t know what good it would do. The savages sooner or later would come to the sanctuary to ask if she’d seen any of the refugees. And if they couldn’t find her they would at once suspect what had happened. The chances were that they already knew. Surely, the noise of the blast must have penetrated even to their ears.
Or had it? The air waves had to round several perpendicular turns before reaching the cave mouth, and it might be that the noise had seemed much greater to Green than it actually was because he’d been so close to it. Perhaps there was some hope.
He ran into the clearing before the cave mouth. The sun was just coming over the horizon, so he could see things clearly. The old woman was nowhere in sight. The only live things were several drunken cats. One of these began to rub its back against Green’s leg and purred loudly. Automatically, he stooped down and caressed it, though his gaze flickered everywhere for a sign of the priestess. The door of her hut was open and since it was so small he could be certain that she had no room in there to hide from him. She must have run off down the path.
If so, she wasn’t making any noise about it. There were no outcries from her to call her companions to her help.
He found her lying face down on the path, halfway down the hill. At first he thought she was playing possum, so he turned her over, his stiletto ready to shut off any outcry. A glance at her hanging jaw and ashen color convinced him that her possum-playing days were over. At first, he thought she’d tripped and broken her neck, but an examination disproved this. The only thing he could think of was that her old heart had given away under the sudden fright and the stress of running.
Something brushed his ankles. So startled was he, so convinced that a spear had just missed him, he leaped into the air and whirled around. Then he saw that it was only the cat that had rubbed itself against him when he’d first come out of the tunnel. It was a large female cat with a beautiful long black silky coat and with golden eyes. It exactly resembled the Earth cat and was probably descended from the same ancestors as its terrestrial counterpart. Wherever Homo sapiens of the unthinkably long ago had penetrated he seemed to have taken his canine and feline pets.
“You like me, huh?” said Green. “Well, I like you, too, but I’m not going to if you keep on scaring me. I’ve been through enough tonight for a lifetime.”
The cat, purring, paced delicately toward him.
“Maybe you can do me some good,” he said and lifted the cat to his shoulder, where she crouched, vibrating with contentment.
“I don’t know what you see in me,” he confided softly to her. “I must be a frightful-looking object, what with being covered with dust, and my eyes red and raw and running. But then, you’re not so delightful yourself, what with your beery breath blowing in my face. I like you very much. What’s-your-name. What is your name? Let’s call you Lady Luck. After all, when I rubbed you I found the priestess dead. If she hadn’t died she’d have got away to warn the cannibals. And obviously, you, her luck, had deserted her for me. So Lady Luck it will be. Let’s go back up the hill and see what’s happened to the rest of my friends.”