Part 11 (1/2)

”Thal will show you.” Then Fani said deliberately, ”Bron Hoddan, will you fight for me?”

Thal plucked anxiously at his arm. Hoddan said politely:

”If at all desirable, yes. But now I must get some sleep.”

”Thank you,” said Fani. ”I am troubled by the Lord Ghek.”

She watched him move away. Thal, moaning softly, went with him down another monstrosity of a stone stairway.

”Oh, what folly!” mourned Thal. ”I tried to warn you! You would not pay attention! When the Lady Fani asked if you would fight for her, you should have said if her father permitted you that honor. But you said yes! The spearmen heard you! Now you must either fight the Lord Ghek within a night and day or be disgraced!”

”I doubt,” said Hoddan tiredly, ”that the obligations of Darthian gentility apply to the grandson of a pirate or an escap.... To me.”

He'd been about to say an escaped criminal from Walden, but caught himself in time.

”But they do apply!” said Thal, shocked. ”A man who has been disgraced has no rights! Any man may plunder him, any man may kill him at will.

But if he resists plundering or kills anybody else in self-defense, he is hanged!”

Hoddan stopped short in his descent of the uneven stone steps.

”That's me from now on?” he said sardonically. ”Of course the Lady Fani didn't mean to put me on such a spot!”

”You were not polite,” explained Thal. ”She'd persuaded her father out of putting us in a dungeon until he thought of us again. You should at least have shown good manners! You should have said that you came here across deserts and flaming oceans because of the fame of her beauty. You might have said you heard songs of her sweetness beside campfires half a world away. She might not have believed you, but--”

”Hold it!” said Hoddan. ”That's just manners? What would you say to a girl you really liked?”

”Oh, then,” said Thal, ”you'd get complimentary!”

Hoddan went heavily down the rest of the steps. He was not in the least pleased. On a strange world, with strange customs, and with his weapons losing their charge every hour, he did not need any handicaps. But if he got into a worse-than-outlawed category such as Thal described--

At the bottom of the stairs he said, seething:

”When you've tucked me in bed, go back and ask the Lady Fani to arrange for me to have a horse and permission to go fight this Lord Ghek right after breakfast!”

He was too much enraged to think further. He let himself be led into some sort of quarters which probably answered Don Loris' description of a cozy dungeon. Thal vanished and came back with ointments for Hoddan's blisters, but no food. He explained again that food given to Hoddan would make it disgraceful to cut his throat. And Hoddan swore poisonously, but stripped off his garments and smeared himself lavishly where he had lost skin. The ointment stung like fire, and he presently lay awake in a sort of dreary fury. And he was ravenous!

It seemed to him that he lay awake for aeons, but he must have dozed off because he was awakened by a yell. It was not a complete yell; only the first part of one. It stopped in a particularly unpleasant fas.h.i.+on, and its echoes went reverberating through the stony walls of the castle.

Hoddan was out of bed with a stun-pistol in his hand in a hurry, before that first yell was followed by other shouts and outcries, by the clas.h.i.+ng of steel upon steel, and all the frenzied tumult of combat in the dark. The uproar moved. In seconds the sound of fighting came from a plainly different direction, as if a striking force of some sort went rus.h.i.+ng through only indifferently defended corridors.

It would not pa.s.s before Hoddan's door, but he growled to himself. On a feudal world, presumably one might expect anything. But there was a situation in being, here, in which etiquette required a rejected suitor to carry off a certain scornful maiden by force. Some young lordling named Ghek had to carry off Fani or be considered a man of no spirit.

A gun went off somewhere. It was a powder gun, exploding violently to send a metal bullet somewhere. It went off again. There was an instant almost of silence. Then an intolerable screeching of triumph, and shrieks of another sort entirely, and the excessively loud clash of arms once more.

Hoddan was clothed, now--at least clothed enough to have places to stick stun-pistols. He jerked on the door to open it, irritably demanding of himself how he would know which side was which, or for that matter which side he should fight on.

The door was locked. He raged. He flung himself against it and it barely quivered. It was barred on the outside. He swore in highly indecorous terms, and tore his bedstead apart to get a battering-ram.