Lord of Thunder Part 15

Quade and Najar, with Dean held between them, then Hosteen and Logan-five off-world men facing a thousand or more Norbies. Had the natives come to rescue their Lord of Thunder from the impious? Logan, still propping up Hosteen, brought his other hand before him and moved fingers in the peace sign.

Not an eye blinked nor did a hand lose a fraction of the beat. Seconds became the longest minute Hosteen could remember, while that roll of sound deadened his thinking. Quade and Najar dropped their hold on Dean as if hypnotized. The tech took one stiff step forward, then another. With a set expression on his face, he was heading for Ukurti. Hosteen strove to make some move to stop the other and found that it was impossible.

But Dean had come to a halt once more. He spoke-but the sounds from his lips this time were not the trilling Norbie speech.

"Go-go-" One hand went to his throat, fingers rubbing skin, seeking the band he was not wearing now.

Ukurti's hand on an upswing remained in the air, though his fellows continued to drum. He signed slowly, and Logan, Quade, and Hosteen read his message aloud, though why they did so was beyond their comprehension.

"We-Who-Can-Drum-Thunder under the power have drummed so-and thunder will answer, as will the fire from the sky. Stop this with your own power if you can, Lord of False Lightning."

There was no mistaking the challenge delivered, not as a matter of defiance but as a p.r.o.nouncement of a judge in court.

The purple-black of the clouds spread, eating up the sky, and now there were flashes of light along the circ.u.mference. Dean swayed back and forth, his fingers still rubbing frantically at his throat.

Magic-yes, this was magic of a sort, magic such as the Old Ones of Hosteen's own people had believed in and sought to use. He shook free of Logan, a racing excitement filling him. He forgot the pain of his hurt and could have shouted aloud in a feeling of triumph.

Save for the flashes of true lightning, it was night-dark. And always the drums continued to summon the storm with their power. A weird blue glow crept along rocky outcrops and made candles at the tips of tree and bush branches.

Then-just as Dean had lashed his machine-born lightning about the mountain, using it as a warning and a weapon-so did the real storm-based fire strike square behind them on the very crest of the peak. The answering shock was that of an earthquake, part of the violence young worlds knew before man arose to walk their lands.

Hosteen raised himself from the ground. He was deaf, blind, aware that some giant blow had struck close. And about him was the smell of ozone, the crisp of vegetation changed in an instant into ash.

The black of the storm clouds faded to gray. How long had he lain there? Beside him Logan stirred and sat up. Quade moved toward them on hands and knees. Najar lay where he was, moaning softly.

Downslope lay a form that did not move, and over that loomed a cloaked Drummer-Ukurti. The Norbie's head was lifted. He regarded the four men levelly, and then his hand was raised, his long forefinger pointed up and away behind them. Almost as one they s.h.i.+fted about to see.

Where the ledge of the cave had been was a ma.s.s of rock scored and fire-blackened. And the mountain top had an odd, crumpled appearance.

Ukurti's fingers spoke. "The power has decided-Drum power against that of the hidden ancient ones. As the power has wrought, so let it be."

He turned to walk down into the valley, and before him the wave of Norbie clansmen receded. Najar got to his feet and stumbled down to view the body.

"Dean's dead-looks like the lightning got him."

"So be it," Quade said slowly, and he spoke for them all. "As Ukurti says, some power has spoken. The Lord of Thunder is dead. And this is no place for us-"

The mountain was now sealed again. Would the off-world authorities seek to reopen it for its secrets, wondered Hosteen as Quade steered him down the valley. Somehow he thought it would be a long time, if ever, before any man would tempt the retribution of the lightning power again. The "brains" might have some fancy explanation for what had happened-such as that some process inherent in the alien machines had drawn the off-season storm. But he was one in belief with Ukurti-there were powers and powers, and sometimes such met in battle. The power he could understand best had won this time. And out of that victory could come more than one kind of good, perhaps a more permanent truce between warring tribes-even Kelson's dream of the security force of Norbies and humans working together. At least there would be no Lord of Thunder to lay his lash on Arzor-and perhaps to the stars beyond.

The End