Part 14 (2/2)
”You tried to warn them!” Rasik accused.
”I failed. You sent warriors to kill me. They failed. Still there was disaster. You angered the Amer-i-caans and instead of leaving to fight their war elsewhere, they took your city from you.” Koratin didn't remind Rasik that they probably would have done it anyway after the Grik advance was discovered. Taking the city was the only way to save the people inside.
”So, you failed to betray me and I failed to kill you. That makes us even?”
”No, Lord King. You might say the one act cancels the other. That leaves us back where we started, if you wish it.”
”What?” Rasik laughed. ”You would be a king's counselor through iron bars? Why not be king yourself? I understand you have won glory with this ridiculous Alliance Alliance.” He spat the word.
”I could never be king. I am not of the blood. The people would not permit it.”
”So you have considered it?”
Koratin shrugged. ”I am a political creature, as you know. You will also know I have considered many possibilities.” He gestured at himself. ”I was a lord lord! I had a great house, many servants, and enough retainers to defeat yours when they came for me! Do you believe I wish to remain a mere warrior? A soldier of lowly rank and status? Do you think me mad mad? I could never be king, but you you could-and I could have back what I have lost!” could-and I could have back what I have lost!”
Rasik lowered his head in uncustomary dejection. ”I could never be king again. The people hate me. I will be lucky to survive!”
For a moment, Koratin said nothing. He was almost stunned by Rasik's apparent bout of sanity. ”Many do hate you,” he agreed at last. ”They blame you for the time that was lost in evacuating the city. Some think more might have survived and perhaps even Nerracca Nerracca of the sea folk might not have been destroyed if . . . things had gone differently.” of the sea folk might not have been destroyed if . . . things had gone differently.”
”What do you think, Koratin?”
”I think they may be right. I would have counseled as much, had you allowed me.”
Rasik beat his hands against his head. ”Easy to say now,” he almost moaned.
”But true, Lord King. You know it is.”
After several moments, Rasik finally nodded. ”It is is true. You and your love of younglings. I cannot doubt you. You true. You and your love of younglings. I cannot doubt you. You were were trying to help and I drove you away!” trying to help and I drove you away!”
”Yes, Lord King.”
”Well . . . I know you, Koratin! You would not have come to me without a scheme of some sort. What is it? Tell me!”
”There is is something the Amer-i-caans will want where we go?” something the Amer-i-caans will want where we go?”
Rasik grew guarded. ”Yes.”
”Am I correct in a.s.suming you mean to lead them a lengthy, roundabout chase to find it?”
”Why do you ask?” Rasik demanded.
”It is what I would do in your place. You fear they will kill you when they have whatever it is, so you mean to lead them anywhere but where they must go until you have devised another plan.”
”What if that were true?”
Koratin sighed. ”All the Allied armies have left Aryaal. We sailed for Chill-Chaap this morning. The rest of the fleet moves on the Grik at the land they call Sing-aapore. The people of Aryaal will be returning and they will need a king!”
”But how . . . ?”
”If you have ever trusted me, trust me now,” Koratin said. ”You must lead the Allies directly to what you found! Give it to them quickly. They will be glad, they might even begin to trust you, and they will leave leave.”
”They will kill me!”
”They will not! I have . . . arranged certain things, believe me. Do you think otherwise? That I would not have considered all contingencies? I swear to you, before the Sun in the sky, I will not let the Amer-i-caans harm you! You are my king! I cannot be king! How else will I have what I want?”
”If I do this, if I give them what they want and all goes as you say, how will I then be king again?”
”It is simplicity itself! You are are king! King Rasik-Alcas! The Allies will leave and you will return overland and simply sit on your throne! I will be there, and you have many more supporters than you know! The first of our people to return to Aryaal will be among the most anxious to see you!” king! King Rasik-Alcas! The Allies will leave and you will return overland and simply sit on your throne! I will be there, and you have many more supporters than you know! The first of our people to return to Aryaal will be among the most anxious to see you!”
”I am with you, Lord King!” came a voice from the neighboring cell. ”I was in your palace guard! My sword is still yours!”
Koratin looked in the direction of the voice, then stared intently back at Rasik. ”You see? When you sit your throne again with your people back in their homes-the homes you you did not abandon!-who will oppose you then? Who will dare oppose did not abandon!-who will oppose you then? Who will dare oppose us us?”
Slowly, Rasik-Alcas grinned. ”You always were clever, Koratin. Father said so as well. Too clever for your own good at times, but this time I think you are right. Who indeed will oppose me if I am already on the throne when our people come trickling back? It is not as if they will be great in numbers!”
”True, Lord King,” Koratin said grimly. ”Very true.” He stood. ”Is there anything I can bring you?”
”No,” Rasik said, bright eyes searching the gloom as if looking for faults in the plan. ”None must suspect our scheme. Do any know of our past . . . a.s.sociation?”
”None, Lord King. I am merely a soldier of low rank. No one knows who I really am, or what is in my heart.”
”A brilliant subterfuge! Try to discover their plans if you can, but be discreet! Discreet! No one must suspect!”
”Count on it, Lord King.”
As Marine Corporal Koratin turned to walk back the way he'd come, he nodded at the other prisoner again. This time, unseen by Rasik, the prisoner nodded back.
CHAPTER 14.
Talaud Island appeared much as Irvin Laumer remembered it when they'd approached it so long ago in S-19, her diesels gasping on fumes. They hadn't encountered another island fish in the crossing from Mindanao, and Irvin wondered if Silva had actually ”sunk” the one that lingered there, as he'd claimed. Surely if he had, another had taken its place? Walker Walker had picked one up on sonar, after all. Maybe they had been discouraged. Whatever the reason, he was relieved. had picked one up on sonar, after all. Maybe they had been discouraged. Whatever the reason, he was relieved.
Island fish or no, nothing could protect them and Simms Simms from the constant deluge of bird and flying reptile droppings. from the constant deluge of bird and flying reptile droppings.
”That is the place?” Lelaa asked, approaching him as she wiped at a greenish white smear across her dark fur with a towel. Irvin subdued a chuckle at the captain's expense.
”That's it,” he said.
”Where to from here?”
”Around the eastern point. There's a broad lagoon, almost a tiny bay. S-19 was on the beach. There was a little protection but not much. . . . I hope she's still there.” He voiced his greatest fear. They knew there'd been storms since they left. A high enough surge could have carried her farther inland, making complete salvage impossible, or it might have even carried her off to sea.
”The mountain on the island smokes,” Lelaa observed. ”Did it smoke this much when you were here?”
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