were you going to Kushat?"
"Because," Stark answered with equal restraint, "my comrade wanted to go
home to die."
"It seems a long, hard journey, just for dying." The black helm bent
forward, in an attitude of thought. "Only the condemned or banished
leave their cities, or their clans. Why did your comrade flee Kushat?"
A voice spoke suddenly from out of the heap of rags that lay on the
pallet in the shadows of the corner. A man's voice, deep and husky, with
the harsh quaver of age or madness in it.
"Three men beside myself have fled Kushat, over the years that matter.
One died in the spring floods. One was caught in the moving ice of
winter. One lived. A thief named Camar, who stole a certain talisman."
Stark said, "My comrade was called Greshi." The leather belt weighed
heavy about him, and the iron boss seemed hot against his belly. He was
beginning, now, to be afraid.
* * * * *
The Lord Ciaran spoke, ignoring Stark. "It was the sacred talisman of
Kushat. Without it, the city is like a man without a soul."
As the Veil of Tanit was to Carthage, Stark thought, and reflected on
the fate of that city after the Veil was stolen.
"The nobles were afraid of their own people," the man in armor said.
"They did not dare to tell that it was gone. But we know."
"And," said Stark, "you will attack Kushat before the thaw, when they
least expect you."
"You have a sharp mind, stranger. Yes. But the great wall will be hard
to carry, even so. If I came, bearing in _my_ hands the talisman of Ban
Cruach...."
He did not finish, but turned instead to Thord. "When you plundered the
dead man's body, what did you find?"
"Nothing, Lord. A few coins, a knife, hardly worth the taking."
"And you, Eric John Stark. What did you take from the body?"
With perfect truth he answered, "Nothing."
"Thord," said the Lord Ciaran, "search him."
Thord came smiling up to Stark and ripped his jacket open.
With uncanny swiftness, the Earthman moved. The edge of one broad hand
took Thord under the ear, and before the man's knees had time to sag
Stark had caught his arm. He turned, crouching forward, and pitched
Thord headlong through the door flap.
He straightened and turned again. His eyes held a feral glint. "The man
has robbed me once," he said. "It is enough."
He heard Thord's men coming. Three of them tried to jam through the
entrance at once, and he sprang at them. He made no sound.
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