Part 9 (1/2)
He laughed softly, and chills crawled up and down her spine again.
”You would turn the wild children of the hills against the Seen of Yimsha!” he smiled. ”I have read it in your mind, princess. Your weak, human mind, filled with petty dreams of hate and revenge.”
”You slew my brother!” A rising tide of anger was vying with her fear; her hands were clenched, her lithe body rigid. ”Why did you persecute him? He never harmed you. The priests say the Seers are above meddling in human affairs. Why did you destroy the king of Vendhya?”
”How can an ordinary human understand the motives of a Seer?” returned the Master calmly. ”My acolytes in the temples of Turan, who are the priests behind the priests of Tarim, urged me to bestir myself in behalf of Vezdigerd. For reasons of my own, I complied. How can I explain my mystic reasons to your puny intellect? You could not understand.”
”I understand this: my brother died!” Tears of grief and rage shook in her voice. She rose upon her knees and stared at him with wide blazing eves, as supple and dangerous in that moment as a she-panther.
”As Yezdigerd desired,” agreed the Master calmly. ”For a while it was my whim to further his ambitions.”
”Is Yezdigerd your va.s.sal?” Yasmina tried to keep the timbre of her voice unaltered. She had felt her knee pressing something hard and symmetrical under a fold of velvet Subtly she s.h.i.+fted her position, moving her hand under the fold.
”Is the dog that licks up the offal in the temple yard the va.s.sal of the G.o.d?” returned the Master.
He did not seem to notice the actions she sought to dissemble.
Concealed by the velvet, her fingers closed on what she knew was the golden hilt of a dagger. She bent her head to hide the light of triumph in her eyes.
”I am weary of Yezdigerd,” said the Master. ”I have turned to other amus.e.m.e.nts-ha!”
With a fierce cry Yasmina sprang like a jungle cat, stabbing murderously. Then she stumbled and slid to the floor, where she cowered, staring up at the man on the dais. He had not moved; his cryptic smile was unchanged. Tremblingly she lifted her hand and stared at it with dilated eyes. There was no dagger in her fingers; they grasped a stalk of golden lotus, the crushed blossoms drooping on the bruised stem.
She dropped it as if it had been a viper, and scrambled away from the proximity of her tormentor. She returned to her own dais, because that was at least more dignified for a queen than groveling on the floor at the feet of a sorcerer, and eyed him apprehensively, expecting reprisals.
But the Master made no move.
”All substance is one to him who holds the key of the cosmos,” he said cryptically. ”To an adept nothing is immutable. At will, steel blossoms bloom in unnamed gardens, or flower-swords flash in the moonlight.”
”You are a devil,” she sobbed.
”Not I!” he laughed. ”I was born on this planet, long ago. Once I was a common man, nor have I lost all human attributes in the numberless eons of my adepts.h.i.+p. A human steeped in the dark arts is greater than a devil. I am of human origin, but I rule demons. You have seen the Lords of the Black Circle-it would blast your soul to hear from what far realm I summoned them and from what doom I guard them with ensorcelled crystal and golden serpents.
”But only I can rule them. My foolish Khemsa thought to make himself great-poor fool, bursting material doors and hurtling himself and his mistress through the air from hill to hill. Yet if he had not been destroyed, his power might have grown to rival mine.”
He laughed again. ”And you, poor, silly thing! Plotting to send a hairy hill chief to storm Yimsha! It was such a jest that I myself could have designed, had it occurred to me, that you should fall into his hands.
And I read in your childish mind an intention to seduce by your feminine wiles to attempt your purpose, anyway.
”But for all your stupidity, you are a woman fair to look upon. It is my whim to keep you for my slave.”
Hie daughter of a thousand proud emperors gasped with shame and fury at the word.
”You dare not!”
His mocking laughter cut her like a whip across her naked shoulders.
”The king dares not trample a worm in the road? Little fool, do you not realize that your royal pride is no more to me than a straw blown on the wind? I, who have known the kisses of the queens of h.e.l.l! You have seen how I deal with a rebel!”
Cowed and awed, the girl crouched on the velvet-covered dais. The light grew dimmer and more phantom like. The features of the Master became shadowy. His voice took on a newer tone of command.
”I will never yield to you!” Her voice trembled with fear but it carried a ring of resolution.
”You will yield,” he answered with horrible conviction. 'Tear and pain shall teach you. I will lash you with horror and agony to the last quivering ounce of your endurance, until you become as melted wax to be bent and molded in my hands as I desire. You shall know such discipline as no mortal woman ever knew, until my slightest command is to you as the unalterable will of the G.o.ds. And first, to humble your pride, you shall travel back through the lost ages, and view all the shapes that have been you. Aie, yil la khosa!”