‘”I do,” I answered.
‘She nodded, became calm. “Very well,” she said, ” -but be thankful I’m in your debt. You can tell me why you wore that – that insult- later.” And she turned from me and made a motion to her men, who hurried down onto the plain and mounted-up on their flyers.
‘Karen made to move after them but I stood still, uncertain of what I should do. She saw my indecision, said: “Come, they’re waiting for us.”
‘She took me to one of the nodding, lolling creatures. It had been Corlis’s, I thought, for upon its back, where the neck stuck out, a cage of metal was bound in position. “Climb up and get in,” Karen told me, but I couldn’t. I backed away, shook my head. My fear seemed to give her a lot more confidence – not that I thought she needed any!
‘She laughed: “Then ride with me.”
‘We went to the next unoccupied beast. Beneath its harness it wore a purple blanket huge as a carpet; the harness itself was of black leather with golden trappings, and the saddle at the base of the flyer’s neck was huge, soft and sumptuous. The thing lowered its neck and Karen grasped nodules and harness, drew herself easily aloft and into the saddle. I could scarcely bring myself to touch that alien flesh. She reached down, grasped my fevered hand in her own cool one, and with her help I mounted-up behind her.
‘”If you get dizzy, cling to me,” she said. And then we flew to her aerie. I can’t say more than that about the flight for my eyes were closed most of the way. And I did cling to her, for there was nothing else to cling to.
‘The aerie was a horrible place. It … Jazz?’ Zek leaned across and looked at him. In his mouth, the cork tip of a cigarette stuck straight up in the air. Even as she smiled her soft, slow smile, a puff of wind blew half an inch of cold ash loose onto his chest, which began to rise and fall in a steady rhythm. And he had said he wouldn’t be able to sleep! Well, it was better that he get his rest. Better that she get some, too.
But she wondered how much of what she’d said had gone in.
As it happened, most of it had. And Jazz’s opinion of her hadn’t changed. She was a hell of a woman . . .
The next fifteen miles weren’t so easy and Jazz began to understand what Zek had meant by ‘back-breaking’. After what he’d been through prior to and since leaving Perchorsk (and his own world) far behind, something a little less than three hours of sleep hadn’t seemed a great deal. Not in the way of preparation for this, anyway. The trail had been rough, winding up into higher foothills where tumbled scree made the going a veritable obstacle course; it had soon started to rain, a deluge which eventually petered out just as Lardis called for the second break. Here there were dry, shallow caves under broken ledges of rock, into which most of the Travellers dispersed themselves. Jazz and Zek likewise, peering out from their cramped refuge while the sky cleared and the low, unshakable sun began to aim its wan but still warming rays into their faces again.
From this vantage point, as the air cleared and the sun sucked up and steamed away a swirling ground mist, Jazz was able to see why Lardis had chosen such a difficult route. Down below a forest stretched deep and wide, away out onto the Sunside plain. Criss-crossed with rivers tumbling from the mountains, the deep, dark green of the woods told of an almost impenetrable rankness. Up here the rivers were still streams, easily forded, but down below they tumbled through gulleys, joined up, finally broadened into wide watercourses winding through the forest. Good for hunting and fishing, certainly, but no good at all for trekking. The choice had been as easy as that: a difficult route or an impossible one. And of course the foothills did command a view of all the land around, a factor much to Lardis’s liking.