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How can I love a man of Zair? she wailed.
You do not love me, Susheeng
Have I not proved it? she flashed back at me.
I could not answer that. There was no answer.
Holly made a small movement, and I turned, and she stood there, clad in the gray slave breechclout, with
a sword in her little fist. We had best be going, Stylor.
Yes, I said. I turned back. Susheeng try not to think ill of me. You do not understand the
compulsions that drive me. I am not as other men. I do not love you but I think you have touched a
chord in me.
She stood up. In that moment, with the tears and the vomit smearing her face, her hair unbound and
disarrayed, she looked as close to a human being as I had ever seen her. I thought, then, that if she had
the luck to fall in love with the right man she would turn out well. But that is something not of that pressing
moment when we stood on the stairs with their florid tiles, in the megalith of Magdag.
I cannot go with you into the warrens, Drak, she said.
No. I did not expect you to. Try to think well of me, Susheeng, for red and green will not always be in
conflict. I bent and kissed her. She did not move or respond. I suspect that she was trying to hate me,
then, and failing. Her emotions had been drained from her, her will power exhausted. Go down to your
friends, Susheeng. As long as we live, we will not forget this moment.
She started to walk down the steps. She moved like a mechanical doll of Loh struts, jerkily, almost
tottering at each step. She halted. She looked up. You will all be killed when Genodras returns to the
sky. The words seemed hardly to mean anything to her. Remberee, Kov Drak.
Remberee, Princess Susheeng.
She walked away from us, her hated red dress draggling on the flight of stairs, under torches, between
those brilliant tiles of winged birds and horned beasts.
We descended the opposite flight and passed out into the brilliance of a day on Kregen when only Zim,
the red sun, shone in the sky.
With our news, and with what they suspected, and the wailing over the pile of corpses of their group
leaders, the warrens were in uproar.
The overlords will ride in and destroy us all! shouted Bolan. His bald head gleamed orange in the light.
We had avoided the half-human guards on our way in. But I knew they would happily fulfill their
contracts with the men of Magdag and charge into warrens to discipline us. We faced the kind of
decision I think must face any man, any group of men, if he or they wish eventually to taste their rightful
portion of life.
Because the orbit of Kregen is slanted steeply to the plane of the ecliptic the green sun during this eclipse
appeared to descend at a sharp angle on the red; it would appear at the opposite side at the same angle.
I looked about. Were there green tints returning to the orange colors of Kregen?
Soon men and women were running and screaming through the alleys and maze of courts.
Genodras is returning! Woe! Woe!
By reason of the place where the green sun was appearing from the red I knew what the men of Zair
would say was happening. How that information, that I was a Krozair, had shattered Susheeng! Genal
and Pugnarses had little conception; I was still Stylor to them. And I was still their military commander. I
ordered the Prophet to be found.
He came up, his beard as defiant as ever. Holly, Pugnarses, Genal, and Bolan gathered at the head of
slaves and workers from all over the warrens. I climbed onto the roof of our hovel to harangue them.
What I said was a long series of clichés about liberty, freedom, what we had planned, vengeance for our
dead. I roused them. I pointed out that from our barricaded warrens we stood a chance of defeating the
mailed men.
In the uproar and the driven dust, a furry form glided to the front, leaped up beside me. Sheemiff, the girl
Fristle, screamed for attention. When some quiet returned, she shouted:
We must fight, or we must die. If we die without fighting, what better off are we if we die having tried
and struggled to win? This man Stylor, he is a great Jikai follow him! Fight!
My comrades! I shouted. We will fight. And we can win by using the weapons we have made and
trained ourselves to use. We will fight and we will win!
After that there followed all the bustle and hectic activity attending the preparations for a siege as we
dragged our clumsy barricades across the mouths of alleys, set our rope and spike traps, brought out the
pikes and the shields, the crossbows and the sheaves of bolts. Finally, like a field of daffodils opening all
together in the yellow sun of my old Earth, we donned our yellow-painted vosk-helmets. Then,
accoutered, ready to fight and die, we took our posts.
Other leaders were appointed to take command of the groups. We four Bolan, Pugnarses, Genal,
and I would each take a point of the compass, north, south, east, and west, and hold it. We swore to
hold until death. We gripped hands, and went to our posts.
I looked up into the sky and saw a white dove circling up there. I swallowed down a knot in my throat.
The Savanti, then, had not forgotten me. It had been a long time.
The mailed men, the overlords of Magdag, rode out to crush the slave revolt. With them marched their
half-human, half-beast mercenaries: Fristles, Ochs, Rapas, Chuliks, all bent on our destruction.
I placed Holly in command of the sextets of steel-bowed crossbowmen. The shields were raised, carried
by lads whose task it was to shield our men from the shafts of the foe. The pike phalanxes waited, ready
to thrust out on my command. I intended to leave the Prophet to handle a great deal of my post, that
facing away from the city, for I wished to be everywhere the attack was most hotly pressed. Pugnarses
had insisted on taking the post facing the city of Magdag. He licked his lips. Though he wore a long
sword scabbarded to his hip, he carried a halberd.
We had all snatched time for a little sleep, but a sailor s life had inured me to working through long
periods of sleeplessness. The last of the youngsters, boys and girls both, returned from scattering the
caltrops in the spaces before the alley openings into the warrens. Various ugly chevaux-de-frise had
likewise been fixed across openings. Horses would not face them and I did not think the sectrixes would,
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