Conan and the Gods of the Mountain Part 45

"Was it you or Aondo who slew the bidui boys?" Valeria asked.

"Aondo."

Somehow to Conan that had the ring of truth.

"This is a matter for Seyganko and Emwaya," he said. "Lie down on your s.h.i.+eld so none will put a spear through you until we return. Bid your folk stay out of sight. And pray to the G.o.ds that you are telling the truth!"

Wobeku swore several potent oaths with a certain dignity that Conan thought did him some honor, then a.s.sumed the pose of submission. "Now we'd best make haste to Seyganko, before someone skewers our would-be peacemaker," the Cimmerian grumbled as he broke into a trot. "And here I thought our work was done!"

"We can't seek out the river until the lake's fit to sail on," Valeria reminded him. "Nor am I one for sitting idle while others work."

"But then-"

She slipped an arm around his waist. "Downriver to the Trading Coast.

I've still those fire-stones, and as long as no Golden Serpent comes with them, they may buy us a s.h.i.+p."

"Buy you a s.h.i.+p," Conan said. Her touch was as warming to his blood as ever, but he knew too much about the other sides of her nature. "Two of us on one s.h.i.+p would divide the crew. I'm for turning landsman anyway, until the Barachans have forgotten the name of Conan the Cimmerian."

"They may forget it," Valeria said with a complacent smile. "I will not."