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I resumed my watch, lifting again the gla.s.s of the builders toward the west.

The s.h.i.+ps of my farst wave had now struck the lines of the fleet of Cos and Tyros.

It was cold in the basket.

Behind them, scattered across the cold waters of Tha.s.sa, I could see the pairs of the second wave proceeding, swiftly gliding, oars dipping, toward the long lines of yel- low and purple sails in the distance, yellow for Tyros, purple for Cos.

I wondered how many men would die.



I pulled the admiral's cloak more closely about me. I asked myself who I was, and I told myself, I did not know. I knew only that I was cold, and that I was alone, and that, far in the distance, men were :fighting, and so, too, would others.

I wondered if my plans had been gbod ones, and I told myself I did not know that, either. There were so many thousands of factors, impossible to foresee, so much that might alter, or s.h.i.+ft unaccountably.

I knew Chenbar to be a brilliant Ubar and captain, but even he, the brilliant Chenbar, could not well have understood our plans, our dispositions and our ventures, for we ourselves, until hours before, had not known with what we might work and how it might be used.

I did not expect to win the day.

It seemed to me a fool's choice that I had not, when it had been possible, fled Port Kar. Surely many captains, of the council and otherwise, had done so, their holds filled with their chained slaves and secured treasures. Why had I not fled? Why had not these others? Were all men fools? Now men would die. Is anything worth so much as a human life? Is not the most ab ect surrender preferable to the risk of its loss? Is it not better to grovel as a slave, begging the favor of life from a master, than to risk the loss of even one life?

I recalled that I, once, in the far marshes of the delta of the Vosk, had whined and groveled that I might live, and now, I, that same coward, wrapped in the robes of an admiral, watched the locking of the lines of battle, watched men move to fates and destructions, or victories, to which I had sent them, knowing as little as I did of life, or war, or fortunes.

Surely there must be others more fitted than I to a.s.sume the responsibilities of such words sending men forth to fight, to die or live. What would they think of me as they fell beneath the cold waters of Tha.s.sa or reeled from the blows of sword blades, their death's blood in their mouths? Would they sing me then? And what guilt must I bear for each of those deaths, for it had been my words, those of an ignorant fool, which had sent them to the waters and the blades?

I should have told them all to flee. Instead I had given them a Home Stone.

"Admiral!" cried a voice below. "Look!" The voice came from a seaman, he, too, with a gla.s.s, high on the prow of the Dorna. "The Veniaal" he cried. "She has broken throughl"

I lifted the gla.s.s to the west. There, far off, I could see my tarn s.h.i.+p, the Venna. She had struck the line of Cos and Tyros, had torn her way through, and was now coming about, to strike again. With her was her sister s.h.i.+p, the Tela. I saw two of the tarn s.h.i.+ps of Cos and Tyros, one heeled over in the water, the other slipping stern first beneath the waves. There was wreckage in the water.

The Venna was under the command of the incomparable Tab.

There was a cheer from the men below me.

Well done, I thought well done.

Several of the s.h.i.+ps in the lines near the point where my task force had struck were now coming about to meet their enemy.

But, behind them, low in the water, no inasts, came the second wave of my attack.

I saw the lines of Cos and Tyros shortening, com- pressing their formations to bring more s.h.i.+ps into play at given points. As they deepened their lines I could now see the borders of their fleet, as I had not been able to before.

Behind my second-wave s.h.i.+ps, I saw, scattered in its long enveloping line stretching from horizon to hori n aemss Tha.s.sa, their small storm sails pounded by the wind, the third wave, that of the round s.h.i.+ps.

I glanced back. Astern of the Dorna, not hurrying, at half beat, came fifty tarn s.h.i.+ps, their masts high, storm sails bound to their long, sloping yards. In the turmoil of the battle I had little doubt that they would be taken, at first, and per- haps until it was too late, as a second wave of round s.h.i.+ps.

Following the fourth wave, its own attack timed to occur half an Ahn after that of the fourth wave, would come the fifth wave, the two small fleets of tam s.h.i.+ps, of forty s.h.i.+ps apiece, masts down, who would initiate their pincers attack from the north and the south.

And simultaneously with the initiation of the pincers attack the balance of my fleet, the reserves, one hundred and five tam s.h.i.+ps, should draw within signal distance of the Doma.

With the reserves would come ten more round s.h.i.+ps, wide-beamed lumber s.h.i.+ps from the a.r.s.enal. Their cargoes were unknown even to my highest officers.

All the factors which had entered into my calculations were now in motion.

But there would be other factors, always others.

I glanced to the north. Then I opened the gla.s.s and studied the waters to the north. I snapped shut the gla.s.s. Above the waters to the north there was now a towering blackness. Overhead the white clouds swept past, like white, leaping Tabuk fleeing from the jaws of the black- maned lart.

It was late in the season.

I had not counted on Tha.s.sa herself, her swiftness and her moods.

I was cold in the basket, and I chewed on another piece of dried tarsk meat. The water had now frozen in the gourd, splitting it.

I reopened the gla.s.s of the builders, turning it again to the west.

For better than three Ahn I had sat in the basket at the masthead of the Dorna, whipped by the wind, my fingers numb on the gla.s.s of the builders, observing the battle.

I had watched my first wave break in dozens of places the long lines of Cos and Tyros, and had seen the s.h.i.+ps of the great fleet turn to face them, and had witnessed their vulnerability to the slender second wave of s.h.i.+ps, each wreaking destruction beyond what might be expected of their sizes and weights. Then, as the lines of Cos and Tyros had closed and deepened, to match formations with my task forces, the great encircling line of round s.h.i.+ps had cast its net about them. Hundreds of s.h.i.+ps had. turned to destroy these clumsy intruders, but, of these hundreds, great numbers discovered, too late, that they fought not common round s.h.i.+ps but floating fortresses jammed with armed men, eager to engage. And then I had seen fleet s.h.i.+ps, in their fifties, come about to move against what they had taken to be a new wave of round s.h.i.+ps, only to be taken off guard by the rams and shearing blades of s.h.i.+ps as swift and terrible as their own. I was proud of my men and their s.h.i.+ps. I think they did well. And I did not feel my strategies were negligible. And yet, as I sat there, I felt that in time the weight of s.h.i.+ps and numbers would be felt. I had only some twenty-five hundred s.h.i.+ps, most of them round s.h.i.+ps, to bring against a fleet of prime vessels, some forty-two hundred in strength, each a tam s.h.i.+p with fierce ram and shearing blades.

I could see numerous s.h.i.+ps burning in the dark, windswept afternoon. Sparks and flames were carried from one s.h.i.+p to another. In places s.h.i.+ps were crowded together, in tens and twelves, ae floating wooden islands in the sea.

The sea was now growing high, and the darkness in the north was now half the sky, looming like a beast with wild fur rooting and sniffing for its prey.

The fifth wave was late.

The Dorna fought her anchors. We had lifted them that she might swing into the wind, and bad then dropped them once more, but still she shook and reared, lifted and dropped into the waters. Her timbers groaned, and I could hear the creaking of the bolts, the irons and great chains that, in places, reinforced her beams.

My fifth wave was divided into two portions, the pin- cer blade striking from the north under the command of the tall, long-haired Nigel, with his fifteen s.h.i.+ps, supple- mented by twenty-five of the a.r.s.enal, and the pincer blade from the south under the command of Chung, with his twenty s.h.i.+ps, supplemented by another twenty, from the a.r.s.enal. AU of these s.h.i.+ps were tam s.h.i.+ps.

But I did not see the fifth wave.

I could see, now, approaching -the Dorna, from the east, the reserves, the hundred and five tarn s.h.i.+ps, and the ten wide-beamed round s.h.i.+ps, lumber s.h.i.+ps from the a.r.s.enal, whose cargoes were unknown even to my highest officers.

I wondered if I should have trusted the Ubars Nigel and Chung.

The command s.h.i.+p of the reserves heaved to within hailing distance of the Doma.

With the gla.s.s I saw, on her stem castle, Antisthenes, that captain of the council whose name had been always first on her rolls.

The other s.h.i.+ps took their places in four lines behind the command s.h.i.+p of the reserves.

And between them, heavy, their hulls buffeted by the wind, even their small storm sails now furled to their yards, came the ten round s.h.i.+ps, the lumber s.h.i.+ps from the a.r.s.enal. Even they, broad-beamed and deep-keeled, pitched and bucked in the roiling waters of late Se'Kara on Tha.s.sa.

I turned the gla.s.s again to the west, to the smoke in the distance.

I saw now that the tam s.h.i.+ps of Cos and Tyros were, where possible, not engaging the round s.h.i.+ps, but con- centrating their superior numbers on my tarn s.h.i.+ps.

The round s.h.i.+ps, slow, much at the mercy of the wind, were now being abandoned as antagonists.

I smiled. Chenbar was an excellent admiral. He chose to fight wars in which he was most familiar. He would use his superior numbers on my tam s.h.i.+ps, leaving the round s.h.i.+ps for later, when they might be struck by as many as four or five tam s.h.i.+ps simultaneously. The round s.h.i.+ps, of course, were too slow to offer the swift, decisive support to my tam s.h.i.+ps which they would surely need shortly.

I Closed the gla.s.s, and blew on my fingers. It was very cold, and it now seemed to me that the outcome of the battle was written on that great board, the width of the horizon, the pieces s.h.i.+ps and men, which lay burning and smoking in the distance.

The wind whipped past.

Then I heard a cry from below me, and a cheer. The man on the height of the prow, his builders' gla.s.s slung about his shoulder, standing his feet fixed in ropes, was waving his cap'in the air. The oarsmen below were cry- ing out and waving their caps.

I snapped open the gla.s.s of the builders. From both the north and the south, like distant black slivers knifing through the cold waters of Tha.s.sa, masts down, came the fleets of the fifth wave.

I grinned.

Chung had been forced to beat his way northward against the wind. Nigel, wise in the ways of sea war, had held back his s.h.i.+ps, the wind pounding behind them, that the blades of the pincers might strike simultaneously, as though wielded by a single hand and will.

I let the builders' gla.s.s, attached to the strap about my shoulder, fall to my side. I crammed the last of the tarsk meat into my mouth and, chewing, climbed down the narrow rope ladder, fastened to the deck near the mast well.

I leaped from the ladder to the deck of the Doma and waved my hand to Antisthenes, some hundred yards away on the stem castle of the command s.h.i.+p of the reserves. He, in turn, ran a flag up the halyard running to the height of the stem turret.

I climbed to my own stem castle.

To cries of wonder from my men, and those of other s.h.i.+ps nearby, the deck planking of the ten round s.h.i.+ps was lifted and thrown aside.

The tam is a land bird, generally of mountainous origin, though there are brightly-plumaged jungle tarns. The tarns crowded into the holds of the round s.h.i.+ps were hooded. Feeling the wind and the cold suddenly strike them they threw back their heads and beat their wings, pulled against the chains that bound them to the keel timbers.

One was unhooded, the straps that bound its beak un- buckled.

It uttered its scream, that pierced even the freezing winds of Tha.s.sa.

Men shook with fear.

It is extremely difficult to take a tarn far out over the water.

I did not know if they could be controlled at sea.

Generally even tarn goads cannot drive them from the sight of land.

I took the gla.s.s of the builders, and its strap, from my shoulder. I handed them to a seaman.

"Lower a longboat," I told an officer.

"in this sea?"

"Hurry!" I cried.

The boat was lowered to the water. At one of the oars, as though he belonged there, was the slave boy Fish. The oar-master took the longboat's tiller.

We approached the first of the round s.h.i.+ps on its leeward side.

Soon I stood on the deck of the round s.h.i.+p.

"You are Terence," I asked, "mercenary captain of Treve?"

The man nodded.

Treve is a bandit city, high among the crags of the lari-prowled Voltai. Most men do not even know its location. Once the tamsmen of Treve had withstood the tarn cavalries of even Ar. In Treve they do not grow their own food but, in the fall, raid the harvests of others. They live by rapine and plunder. The men of Treve are said to be among the proudest and most ruthless on Gor. They are most fond of danger and free women, whom they bind and, steal from civilized cities to carry to their mountain fair as slave girls. It is said the city can be reached only on tarnback. I had once known a girl from Treve. Her name laad been Vika.

"You have, in the ten round s.h.i.+ps," I said, "one hundred tarns, with riders."

"Yes," said he, "and, as you asked, with each tam a knotted rope and five of the seamen of Port Kar."

I looked down into the open hold of the round s.h.i.+p. The wicked, curved, scimitarlike beak of the unhooded tarn lifted itself. Its eyes blazed. It looked like a good bird. I regretted that it was not Ubar of the Skies. It was a reddish brown tam, a fairly common coloring for the great birds. Mine own had been black-plumaged, a giant tam, glossy, his great talons shod with steel, a bird bred for speed and war, a bird who had been, in his primitive, wild way, my friend. I had driven him from the Sardar.

"I will have a hundred stone of gold for the use of these birds and my men,"

said Terence of Treve.

"You shall have it," I said.

"I wish payment now," said the captain of Treve.

I whipped my blade from its sheath, angrily, and held it to his throat.

"My pledge is steel," I said.

Terence smiled. "We of Treve" he said, "understand such a pledge."

I lowered the blade.

"Of all the tarnsmen in Port Kar," I said, "and of an the captains, you alone have accepted the risks of this venture, the use of tams at sea."

There was one other who had been in Port Kar, whom I thought might, too, have undertaken the risks, but he, with his thousand men, had not been in the city for several weeks. I speak of lean, scarred Ha-Keel, who wore about his neck, on a golden chain, a worn tarn disk, set with diamonds, of the city of Ar. He had cut a throat for that coin, to buy silks and perfumes for a woman, but one who fled with another man; Ha-Keel had hunted them, slain in combat the man and sold the woman into slavery. He had been unable to return to Ar. His forces were now engaged, I had learned, by the city of Tor, to quail incursions by tarn-riding desert tribesmen. The services of Ha-Keel and his men were available to the highest bid- der. I knew he had once, through agents, served the Others, not Priest-Kings, who contested surrept.i.tiously for this world, and ours. I had met Ha-Keel at a house in Turia, the house of Saphrar, a Merchant.

"I will want the hundred stone," said Terence, "regardless of the outcome of your plan."

"Of course," I said. Then I regarded him. "A hundred stone," I said, "though a high price, seems small enough considering the risks you will encounter. It is hard for me to believe that you ride only for a hundred stone of gold. And I know that the Home Stone of Port Kar is not yours."

"We are of Treve," said Terence. "Give me a tarn goad," I said.

He handed me one of the instruments.

I threw off the robes of the Admiral. I accepted a wind scarf from another man.

It had begun to sleet now.

The tarn can scarcely be taken from the sight of land. Even driven by tarn goads he will rebel. These tarns had been hooded. Whereas their instincts apparently tend to keep them within the sight of land, I did not know what would be the case if they were unhooded at sea, and there was no land to be found. Perhaps they would not leave the s.h.i.+p. Perhaps they would go mad with rage or fear. I knew tarns had destroyed riders who had attempted to ride them out Over Tha.s.sa from the sh.o.r.e. But I hoped that the tarns, finding themselves out of the sight of land, might accommodate themselves to the experience. I was hoping, that, in the strange intelligence of animals, it would be the departure from land, and not the mere positioning of being out of the sight of land, that would be counter-instinctual for the great birds.

Doubtless I would soon know.

I leaped down to the saddle of the unhooded tarn. It screamed as I fastened the broad purple safety strap. The tarn goad was looped about my right wrist. I wrapped the wind scarf about my face.

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