Gor - Raiders Of Gor Part 26

"I think you will find," I said, "that my s.h.i.+ps have already withdrawn from the harbor of Telnus."

Corpulent Lurius sprang to his feet, paunch swinging. He shook his fist at me.

"Tharlarion!" he cried. "Tharlarion of Port Kar!"

"I gather," I said, smiling, "that our terms of peace are rejected."

Lurius sputtered.

"Your surmise is correct," said Chenbar, who had now sat again upon his throne.

"I shall then take my leave," I said.

"I think not," smiled Chenbar.

"Put him in chains!" screamed Lurius.

I regarded them. "I claim," I said, "the immunity of the herald."

"It is denied!" screamed Lurius, his wide, bloated face scarlet with rage.

I extended my wrists, to the sides, and felt manacles, with leashes, snapped on them.

"You have been offered peace," I told them.

"And we have refused it!" screamed Lurius.

I heard the laughter of the girl, Vivina, who seemed amused. Several of the others in the court laughed as well.

Lurius settled himself, breathing heavily, again in his throne.

"Put him in a market chain," said Lurius, "and sell him at the slaves' wharf."

The girl laughed.

"When," snarled Lurius, "you find yourself chained in the rowing hold of a round s.h.i.+p, you may, my fine captain of Port Kar, bethink yourself less brave and clever than now you do."

"We shall see," said I, "Ubar."

I felt a movement on the chains, and turned to leave the presence of the two Ubars.

"Wait," I heard. It was Chenbar, who had spoken.

I turned again to face the Ubars.

The hall was high about my head. Broad tiles lay beneath my feet.

"May I present," asked Chenbar, indicating the veiled, robed girl sitting to one side, "the Lady Vivina?"

"I do not wish to be presented to a tarks of Port Kar." hissed the girl.

"Let us not forget our manners, my dear," smiled Chenbar.

She rose to her feet, and, small gloved hand in the hand of Chenbar, descended the steps of the dais on which sat the thrones of Lurius and Chenbar, and stood before me.

"May I present, Captain," said Chenbar, "the Lady Vivina?"

She dropped her head, and then lifted it.

"I am honored," I said.

"Tharlarion," she said.

The girl turned and was escorted, again by Chenbar, her gloved hand in his, to her seat on the dais.

When she had regained her seat, I said, "You extraordinary beauty, High Lady, which, forgive me, you veil but scarcely conceals, is indeed worthy of a Ubar of Cos--"

Lurius grinned. The girl herself permitted herself the smallest of smiles.

"Or," I added, "a collar in Port Kar."

Lurius sprang to his feet, his fists clenched. The girl, eyes flas.h.i.+ng, scarlet beneath the white silken veil, too sprang to her feet. She pointed her finger at me. "Slay him!" she cried.

I heard two swords leave their sheaths behind me.

But Chenbar laughed. He motioned the men behind me to resheath their weapons.

Lurius, furious, returned to his throne. The girl, enraged, took again her seat on the dais.

"Doubtless, stripped," I said, "you would be even more beautiful."

"Slay him!" she hissed.

"No," said Chenbar, smiling.

"I meant only," I said, "that your beauty reminded me of that of a girls, serving slaves, nude and double chained in the paga taverns of Port Kar. Many of them are very beautiful."

"Slay him! Slay him!" she begged.

"No, no," smiled Chenbar.

"Do not speak of me as though I were a slave girl," said the girl.

"Are you not?" I asked.

"The impudence!" she screamed.

I nodded my head toward Lurius, swollen in the chair of the Ubar of Cos.

"I own women," I said, "who are more free than you."

"Tharlarion!" she cried. "I will be Ubara!"

"I wish you happiness, High Lady," I said, dropping my head.

She could not speak, so furious was she.

"Here," I said, "you will be Ubara. In my house you would be Kettle Slave."

"Slay him!" she screamed.

"Be silent," said Chenbar.

The girl was silent.

"The Lady Vivina, as you doubtless know, is promised to Lurius, Ubar of Cos,: said Chenbar.

"I did not know," I said, "that the promise had be given."

"Yes," said Chenbar, "this morning I gave my word."

Lurius grinned.

The girl looked at me with fury.

There was some polite striking of the left shoulder with the right hand in the room, which is a common Gorean applause, though not of the warriors, who clash weapons.

Chenbar smiled and lifted his hand, silencing the applause.

"This companions.h.i.+p," said Chenbar, "will link our two Ubarates. Following the ceremony of the companions.h.i.+p there will be a conjoining of our fleets, that we may soon thereafter pay Port Kar a visit of state."

"I see," I said.

"Even now our fleets are being outfitted," said Chenbar.

"When will the gathering take place?" I asked.

"In the neighborhood of the sixth pa.s.sage hand," he said.

"You are free with your information," I said.

"Well," said Chenbar, "we are all friends here."

"Or slaves," said the girl, looking pointedly at me.

"Or slaves," I said, looking at her very directly.

Her eyes flashed over her veil.

"You have had dealings," I asked, "with the Ubar Henrius Sevarius in Port Kar?"

Chenbar smiled. "We have dealt with his regent, Claudius," said Chenbar.

"What of Henrius Sevarius himself?" I asked "He is only a boy," said Chenbar.

"But what of him?" I asked.

"He is a boy," said Chenbar. "He has no power."

"Whom do his men follow?" I asked.

"Claudius," said Chenbar.

"I see," I said.

"Mark well the name of Claudius, Captain," said Chenbar, "for he is to become Ubar of Port Kar."

"As the agent of Cos and Tyros," I said.

"a.s.suredly," laughed Chenbar.

"As you may not know," I said, "Claudius and the various forces of Henrius Sevarius are scarcely in command of Port Kar."

"Our information is better than you seem to understand," smiled Chenbar. "Be a.s.sured," said he, "that we will free Claudius from his current predicaments."

"You seem," I said, "to be well aware of what transpires in Port Kar."

"Yes,," said Chenbar. "Perhaps you would care to meet our princ.i.p.al courier, he who will, in time, lead our fleets to the harbor of Port Kar?"

"Yes," I said, "I would."

A man stepped from among a group of robed dignitaries, standing to one side of the Ubars' thrones. He had previously been standing in the shadows.

He had long black hair, tied behind his neck with a scarlet string.

He carried, in the crook of his left arm, a helmet, bearing the crest of sleen hair that marks a captain of Port Kar. The helmet, too, bore two golden slashes.

A long cloak swirled behind him.

I had expected it to be Samos.

"I am Lysias," he said. "Bosk, you remember me."

I smiled to myself. He, with a handful of men, had managed to escape from the holding of Henrius Sevarius. It had occurred the night following my rescue of the boy from the ca.n.a.l. The guard had since been increased. I did not think more would escape.

"Yes," I said, "I remember you perhaps better than you know."

"What do you mean?" he asked.