At least, he thought, she’d been diverted from her curiosity about what he’d been doing that night. That was something. He didn’t want anybody to know about that. Not until the time for action came!
Provided, that is, that he could do anything even then. He’d discovered certain things tonight that could mean his salvation if he could utilize them.
That was the rub, as some poet or other had once said.
Wondering just who had originated that saying, he fell asleep. Woolgathering had always been a favorite occupation of his when people left him alone to do it. That was the rub. They didn’t.
CHAPTER 25
SHORTLY AFTER DAWN the yacht set sail and sped toward Estorya, a hundred miles west. The breeze was a strong thirty-five miles an hour, precursor of the violent winds that roared across the Xurdimur during the rainy season. Green set every inch of sail he had and took over the helm himself. Steering was not as simple as it had been, for traffic was getting heavy. In an hour he saw no less than forty ‘rollers, ranging in size from small merchants not much larger than his own craft to tremendous three-decker ‘rollers-of-the-line from far-off Batrim, convoying even larger merchant vessels, high-pooped and richly decorated. Then, as they came to within fifty miles of their destination, small pleasure yachts appeared in increasing numbers. And by the time they saw the white rocket-shaped towers that stretched from horizon to horizon, Green was sweating at the manner in which craft were shooting back and forth in front of him.
Miran said, “The entire nation is surrounded by these white towers and by many fortresses interspersed between them. Inside the great circle of towers the Estoryans have many rich farms on the plains. The city proper, however, is built on three roaming islands that were captured by their magic many centuries ago.”
Green raised his eyebrows at this information. “Indeed? And where is the vessel that brought the two demons down from the skies?”
Miran locked blankly at the Earthman, though he knew well enough that he was keenly interested in the so-called demons.
“Oh, it is located close to the palace of the king himself, but not on the hills. It landed on the plain.”
“Hmm. And the strangers will be burned during the Festival of the Eye of the Sun?”
“If they have lived, they will be.”
Green didn’t like to think about their dying. If they had, then his problem was solved. He stayed upon this planet and did the best he could here.
There was one thing he had to admit. That was that having Amra as his wife made such an event not so calamitous as it might have been. She’d keep him so interested that time would pass swiftly, even on this barbarous place.
In that case, he thought, why was he hesitating about taking her to Earth, if he got the chance? No matter where he was she’d see that life was a whirlpool of action. And she’d only begun to disclose the deeps within her. Give her an education, and what a creature might evolve!
What’s the matter with you, Green? he said to himself. Don’t you know your own mind? Are you so capable at handling physical events but a complete muckup when it comes to psychical? Why..?
“Look out!” cried Miran, and Green threw the helm hard aport to avoid crashing into a small freighter. The captain, standing on the foredeck behind his own helmsman, leaned over the rail and shook his fist at Green and cursed. Green cursed back but after that he didn’t allow himself to begin thinking about Amra until he had steered the ‘roller into the ‘break.
The rest of the day he was busy getting cleared with the port authorities. Fortunately he had a letter from the officer of the island-fortress. It explained why he happened to be in possession of a foreign craft and also recommended that Green be given a chance to sign up in the Estoryan ‘roller-fleet if he wished. Even so, he had to tell his story so many times to an admiring and amazingly credulous audience that it was dusk before he could get free. Outside the customs building he found Grizquetr waiting for him.