After Dennis passed in the morning, they’d woven their thorny tendrils across the path in a net that doomed anyone trying to flee Malbawn’s lumbering advance.
If Dennis had run—as so many before him had certainly run—he would have been held screaming on the thorns while Malbawn’s pincers closed on him from behind.
Dennis drew his sword. The rush of adrenalin cooled his body and made supple again his wound-stiffened muscles.
He slashed at the vegetation. It fluttered and fell before the keen edge of the Founder’s Sword.
Dennis stepped into the arc his blade had cleared and brought the sword back in another wide sweep. Vines squirmed like headless snakes. The trunk of a wrist-thick sapling thumped down beside its severed stump, unable to fall sideways because its branches were interwoven with those of the trees nearby.
“Going to trap me, weren’t you!” Dennis screamed as he cut a third time at the silent vegetation. “Going to hold me like a goat being slaughtered!”
“Dennis,” said the robot behind him in an urgent voice. “You know that the vines had no choice but to obey Malbawn. It is for Conall and his folk that your anger is meant.”
The youth was gasping for breath. “Don’t tell me what I mean,” he said, but he’d already paused. The cows who’d begun to follow down the trail at a safe distance stared at Dennis with brown, nervous eyes.
Chester silently offered Dennis the scrap of tunic which he’d dropped. The youth polished the blade again, cleaning away the sap that gummed and might corrode the metal.
Sheathing the weapon, Dennis and his companion followed the trail marked by the herd’s steaming droppings. He lengthened his stride, warned by the gathering darkness.
“Chester,” he said as the great pile of Rakastava loomed before them. “I don’t think the people here had a choice, any more than the vines did.”
Then, as they entered the stable with the last of the herd behind them, Dennis added, “It’s hard to be afraid. And they haven’t learned that you have to face fear…”
CHAPTER 33
“My, there’s no one to greet us,” Dennis muttered in renewed bitterness as the stable door closed behind them. The cows were making their own docile way to stalls where mechanical fingers milked away the pain of their udders. “You’d think they didn’t expect us to be back.”
“Indeed, they did not expect us to be back, Dennis,” the robot said. “Is it to your room that you wish to go?”
“They’ll be at dinner now, won’t they?” Dennis said.
“It may be that they will,” Chester said in qualified agreement. Then he added in a different tone, “A fool who forgets balance is not far from trouble.”
“I’ve seen trouble, Chester,” the youth said quietly. “And now I will see Conall and his people.”
“We will go to the hall, then, Dennis,” the robot agreed. “And if they are not there, we will find where they are.”
The corridors had a bright sameness of illumination. It wasn’t harsh, but it grated on Dennis’ eyes because it didn’t vary the way light did in a natural setting. He was beginning to get dizzy again; or perhaps that was just the hormonal surge of fury wearing off.
He was very tired.
“This is the door to the assembly hall, Dennis,” the robot said.
Dennis came to full alertness. His skin flashed hot and crawled as though there were tiny bugs crawling under its surface.
He looked at the blank wall and said, “Door, open.”
He strode forward even as the fabric of the wall stretched itself aside.
The effect of his entrance spread throughout the big room like a drop of oil on a pond’s surface. A face turned toward him; then the faces nearest; and then, in expanding circles, all the population of Rakastava—staring, rising to their feet, climbing onto the tables to gape and murmur.
The first eyes to look at Dennis were those of the Princess Aria. They were clear and blue and fearless.
Dennis walked toward the king’s table. There was no place set for him between Conall and Aria this night. Gannon was sitting to the princess’ other side, his arm raised to not-quite-touch her shoulder in a proprietary gesture. When he looked at the returning youth, the arm dropped and his staring face went white.