The Lord of Death and the Queen of Life, Homer Eon Flint [ebook reader .txt] 📗

from the valley. Knowing not whether they be friends or foes, I hid beside the path up which they must come; for I was weary and wanting no strife.

Yet I became alert enough when the three—they were two ditch-tenders, one old, one young, and a girl—came within earshot. For they were quarreling. It seemed that the young man, who was plainly eager to gain the girl, had fouled in a try to force her favor. The older man chided him hotly.

And just when they came opposite my rock, the younger man, whose passion had got the better of him, suddenly tripped the older, so that he fell upon the ledge and would have fallen to his death on the rocks below had not the girl, crying out in her terror, leaped forward and caught his hand.

At once the ditch-tender took the lass about the waist, and strove to pull her away. For a moment she held fast, and in that moment I, Strokor, stood forth from behind the rock.

Now, be it known that I am no champion of weaklings. I have no liking for the troubles of others; enough of my own, say I. I was but angered that the ditch-tender should have done the trick so clumsily, and upon an old man, at that. I cared not for the gray beard, nor what became of the chit. I clapped the trickster upon the shoulder and spun him about.

“Ye clumsy coward!” I jeered. “Have ye had no practice that ye should trip the old one no better than that?”

“Who are ye?” he stuttered, like the coward he was. I laughed and helped the chit drag Maka—for it was he—up to safety.

“I am a far better man than ye,” I said, not caring to give my name. “And I can show ye how the thing should be done. Come; at me, if ye are a man!”

At that he dashed upon me; and such was his fear of ridicule—for the girl was laughing him to scorn now—he put up a fair, stiff fight. But I forgot my weariness when he foully clotted me on the head with a stone. I drove at him with all the speed and suddenness my father had taught me, caught the fellow by the ankle, and brought him down atop me.

The rest was easy. I bent my knee under his middle, and tossed him high. In a flash I was upon my feet, and caught him from behind. And in another second I had rushed him to the cliff; and when he turned to save himself, I tripped him as neatly as father himself could have done it, so that the fellow will guard the ditch no more, save in the caverns of Hofe.

I laughed and picked up my pack. My head hurt a bit from the fellow’s blow, but a little water would do for that. I started to go.

“Ye are a brave man!” cried the girl. I turned carelessly, and then, quite for the first time, I had a real look at her.

She was in no way like any woman I had seen. All of them had been much like the men: brawny and close-knit, as well fitted for their work as are men for war. But this chit was all but slender; not skinny, but prettily rounded out, and soft like. I cannot say that I admired her at first glance; she seemed fit only to look at, not to live. I was minded of some of the ancient carvings, which show delicate, lightly built animals that have long since been killed off; graceful trifles that rested the eye.

As for the old man: “Aye, thou art brave, and wondrous strong, my lad,” said he, still a bit shaky from his close call. I was pleased with the acknowledgment, and turned back.

“It was nothing,” I told them; and I recounted some of my exploits, notably one in which I routed a raiding party of men from Klow, six in all, carrying in two alive on my shoulders. “I am the son of Strok, the armorer.”

“Ye are Strokor!” marveled the girl, staring at me as though I were a god. Then she threw back her head and stepped close.

“I am Ave. This is Maka; he is my uncle, but best known as a star-gazer. My father was Durok, the engine-maker.” She watched my face.

“Durok?” I knew him well. My father had said that he was quite as brainy as himself. “He were a fine man, Ave.”

“Aye,” said she proudly. She stepped closer; I could not but see how like him she was, though a woman. And next second she laid a hand on my arm.

“I am yet a free woman, Strokor. Hast thou picked thy mate?” And her cheeks flamed.

Now, ‘twas not my first experience of the kind. Many women had looked like that at me before. But I had always been a man’s man, and had ever heeded my father’s warning to have naught whatever to do with women. “They are the worst trick of all,” he told me; and I had never forgot. Belike I owe much of my power to just this.

But Ave had acted too quickly for me to get away. I laughed again, and shook her off.

“I will have naught to do with ye,” I told her, civilly enough. “When I am ready to take a woman, I shall take her; not before.”

At that the blood left her face; she stood very straight, and her eyes flashed dangerously. Were she a man I should have stood on my guard. But she made no move; only the softness in her eyes gave way to such a savage look that I was filled with amaze. And thus I left them; the old man calling down the blessing of Jon upon me for having saved his life, and the chit glaring after me as though no curses would suffice.

A right queer matter, I thought at the time. I guessed not what would come of it; not then.

II THE VISION

‘Twas a fortnight later, more or less, when next I saw Maka. I was lumbering along in my chariot, feeling most uncomfortable under the eyes of my friends; for one foot of my machine had a loose link, and ‘twas flapping absurdly. And I liked it none too well when Maka stopped his own rattletrap in front of mine, and came running to my window. Next moment I forgot his impertinence.

“Strokor,” he whispered, his face alive with excitement, “thou art a brave lad, and didst save my life. Now, know you that a party of the men of Klow have secreted themselves under the stairway behind the emperor’s throne. They have killed the guards, and will of a certainty kill the emperor, too!”

“‘Twould serve the dolt right,” I replied, for I really cared but little. “But why have ye come to me, old man? I am but a lieutenant in the armory; I am not the captain of the palace guard.”

“Because,” he answered, gazing at me very pleasingly, “thou couldst dispose of the whole party single handed—there are but four—and gain much glory for thyself.”

“By Jon!” I swore, vastly delighted; and without stopping to ask Maka whence he had got his knowledge, I went at once to the spot. However, when I got back, I sought the star-gazer—I ought to mention that I had no trouble with the louts, and that the emperor himself saw me finishing off the last of them—I sought the star-gazer and demanded how he had known.

“Hast ever heard of Edam?” he inquired in return.

“Edam?” I had not; the name was strange to me. “Who is he?”

“A man as young as thyself, but a mere stripling,” quoth Maka. “He was a pupil of mine when I taught in the House of Learning. Of late he has turned to prophecy; and it is fair remarkable how well the lad doth guess. At all events, ‘twas he, Strokor, who told me of the plot. He saw it in a dream.”

“Then Edam must yet be in Vlama,” said I, “if he were able to tell ye. Canst bring him to me? I would know him.”

And so it came about that, on the eve of that same day, Maka brought Edam to my house. I remember it well; for ‘twas the same day that the emperor, in gratitude of my little service in the anteroom, had relieved me from my post in the armory and made me captain of the palace guard. I was thus become the youngest captain, also the biggest and strongest; and, as will soon appear, by far the longest-headed.

I was in high good humor, and had decided to celebrate with a feast. So when my two callers arrived, I sat them down before a meal such as cost a tenth [Footnote: Since Mercury had no moon, its people never coined a word to correspond with our “month,” and for the same reason they never had a week. Their time was reckoned only in days, years, and fractions of the two.] of my year’s salary.

I served not only the usual products of the field, variously prepared, but as a special gift from the emperor’s own stock, a piece of mulikka meat, frozen, which had been found in the northland by some geologists a few years aback. It had been kept in the palace icing-room all this time, and was in prime condition. Maka and I enjoyed it overmuch, but Edam would touch it not.

He was a slightly built lad, not at all the sturdy man that I am, but of less than half the weight. His head, too, was unlike mine; his forehead was wide as well as tall, and his eyes were mild as a slave’s.

“Ye are very young to be a prophet,” I said to him, after we were filled, and the slaves had cleared away our litter. “Tell me: hast foretold anything else that has come to pass?”

“Aye,” he replied, not at all boldly, but what some call modestly. “I prophesied the armistice which now stands between our empire and Klow’s.”

“Is this true?” I demanded of Maka. The old man bowed his head gravely and looked upon the young man with far more respect than I felt. He added:

“Tell Strokor the dream thou hadst two nights ago, Edam. It were a right strange thing, whether true or no.”

The stripling shifted his weight on his stool, and moved the bowl closer. Then he thrust his pipe deep into it, and let the liquid flow slowly out his nostrils. [Footnote: A curious custom among the Mercurians, who had no tobacco. There is no other way to explain some of the carvings. Doubtless the liquid was sweet-smelling, and perhaps slightly narcotic.]

“I saw this,” he began, “immediately before rising, and after a very light supper; so I know that it was a vision from Jon, and not of my own making.

“I was standing upon the summit of a mountain, and gazing down upon a very large, fertile valley. It was heavily wooded, dark green and inviting. But what first drew my attention was a great number of animals moving about IN THE AIR. They were passing strange affairs, some large, some small, variously colored, and all covered with the same sort of fur, quite unlike any hair I have ever seen.”

“In the air?” I echoed, recovering from my astonishment. Then I laughed mightily. “Man, ye must be crazy! There is no animal can live in the air! Ye must mean in the water or on land.”

“Nay,” interposed the star-gazer. “Thou hast never studied the stars, Strokor, or thou wouldst know that there be a number of them which, through the enlarging tube, show themselves to be