Part 16 (1/2)
The king glanced at the curtain masking an alcove, absently reflecting that the wind must be rising, since the tapestry swayed a little. His eyes swept the gold-barred window and he went cold. The light curtains there hung motionless. Yet the hangings over the alcove had stirred...
Though short and fat, Kobad Shah did not lack personal courage. As he sprang, seized the tapestries, and tore them apart, a dagger in a dark hand licked from between them and smote him full in the breast He cried out as he went down, dragging his a.s.sailant with him. The man snarled like a wild beast his dilated eyes glaring madly. His dagger ribboned the king's robe, revealing the mail s.h.i.+rt that stopped his first thrust.
Outside, a deep shout echoed the king's shrill yells for help. Booted feet pounded in the corridor. The king had grasped his attacker by throat and knife wrist but the man's stringy muscles were like knotted steel cords. As they rolled on the floor, the dagger, glancing from the links of the mail s.h.i.+rt, fleshed itself in arm, thigh, and hand. Then, as the bravo heaved the weakening ruler under him, grasped his throat and lifted the knife again, something flashed in the lamplight like a jet of blue lightning. The murderer collapsed, his head split to the teeth.
”Your majesty! Sire!” It was Gotarza, the towering captain of the royal guard, pale under his long black beard. As Kobad Shah sank down on a divan, Gotarza began ripping strips from the hangings to bind his wounds.
”Look!” gasped the king, pointing. His face was livid; his hand shook.
”The knife! By Asura, the knife!”
It lay glinting by the dead man's hand-a curious weapon with a wavy blade shaped like a flame. Gotarza started and swore under his breath.
”The flame knife!” panted Kobad Shah. ”The same weapon that struck at the King of Vendhya and the King of Turan!”
”The mark of the Hidden Ones,” muttered Gotarza, uneasily eyeing the ominous symbol of the terrible cult.
The noise had roused the palace. Men were running down the corridors, shouting to know what had happened.
”Shut the door!” exclaimed the king. ”Admit no one but the major-domo of the palace!”
”But we must have a physician, your majesty,” protested the officer.
”These wounds will not slay of themselves, but the dagger might have been poisoned.”
”No, fetch no one! Whoever he is, he might be in the service of my foes. Asura! The Yezmites have marked me for doom!” The experience had shaken the king's courage. ”Who can fight the dagger in the dark, the serpent underfoot, the poison in the wine cup? There is that western barbarian, Conan-but no, not even he is to be trusted, now that he has defied my commands... Let the major-domo in, Gotarza.” When the officer admitted the stout official, the king asked: ”What news, Bardiya?”
”Oh, sire, what has happened? It is-”
”Never mind what has happened to me. I see by your eyes you have news.
What know you?”
”The kozaki have ridden forth from the city with Conan, who told the guard at the North Gate they were on their way to take Balash as you commanded.”
”Good. Perhaps the fellow has repented his insolence. What else?”
”Hakhamani the informer caught Conan on his way home, but Conan slew one of his men and escaped.”
”That is just as well. Call off Hakhamani until we know what Conan intends by this foray. Anything more?”
”One of your women, Nanaia the daughter of Kujala, has fled the palace.
We found the rope by which she escaped.”
Kobad Shah gave a roar. ”She must have gone with Conan! It is too much to have been pure chance! And he must be connected with the Hidden Ones too! Else why should they strike at me just after I have quarreled with him? He must have gone straight from my presence to send the Yezmite to slay me. Gotarza, turn out the royal guard. Ride after the kozaki and bring me Conan's head, or your own shall answer for it! Take at least five hundred men, for the barbarian is fierce and crafty and not to be trifled with.”
As Gotarza hurried from the chamber, the long groaned: ”Now, Bardiya, fetch a leech. My veins are afire. Gotarza was right; the dagger must have been envenomed.”
Three days after his hurried departure from Anshan, Conan sat cross-legged in the trail where it looped over the rock ridge to follow the slope down to the village of Kushaf.
”I would stand between you and death,” he said to the man who sat opposite him, ”as you did for me when your hill wolves would have ma.s.sacred us.”