Renegades of Gor (38 page)

concealing her, the ease with which her attempted escape had been dealt with,

had all combined to make clear to her her utter helplessness, that she could

not, in the least, by her will or action, alter the course of events. We had

seen to it. Now she could scarcely move.

With a thong he addressed himself to her ankles.

“What is wrong with you?” asked the fellow, looking up at Lady Claudia. She

stood there, frightened. It seemed she herself could hardly stand.

Lady Claudia looked at him. She put out her hand a little, piteously.

“Do not concern yourself with her,” said the fellow, finishing with the knot,

jerking it tight, on Lady Publia’s ankles. “She is a spy.”

Lady Publia struggled weakly, her ankles now thonged.

“It is a pity that such lusciousness must be destroyed,” he said. “Such

shapeliness has slave value.”

Lady Publia whimpered.

As he considered the prisoner, Lady Claudia hurried to my side, keenly

distressed, half beside herself. “You cannot let her go to the spear!” she

whispered.

“I suppose once you were a haughty free woman,” he said to Lady Publia. “You do

not seem so haughty now. Doubtless once, too, you thought yourself very clever,

when you betrayed your city and accepted Cosian gold. Now, however, I suspect

that you are less sure of your cleverness.”

I motioned that Lady Claudia should return to her place.

“What is wrong with her?” asked the fellow.

(pg.257) “She pities the prisoner,” I said.

“Spare her!” cried Lady Claudia, suddenly.

Her outburst was greeted by a frenzied squirming, and a renewal of tiny,

pathetic noises from the prisoner.

“Do not take her to the spear!” begged Lady Claudia. “What can it matter? The

city, I am certain, will soon fall. What difference will it make?”

I wished Lady Claudia would have kept her lovely face shut.

“Why do you think we have waited until now?” he asked. “Let that be the irony,

if you wish, that today, of all days, when the citadel surely must shortly fall,

when she is so close to rescue by her Cosian friends, but so far, that she,

today, of all days, in full view of the foe, in justice and defiance, is placed

upon the spear!”

Lady Publia shuddered.

Lady Claudia shrank back, horrified. She looked at me, wildly.

“Would you like a hand with her?” I asked. This would bring me close enough to

deal with him.

“I can manage,” he said. “Where are the others?”

“What others?” I asked.

“Usually there is a squad of three, with the warder,” he said.

“Doubtless they are about somewhere,” I said.

“The other two are doubtless on the wall,” he said.

“Perhaps,” I said. That surely seemed a likely supposition on his part, given

his information.

“It was wise of them,” he said, “to move the other prisoner out, if they could

bring only one man here this morning.”

“That would seem to make sense,” I said.

“He would probably, in any case,” he said, “have been too weak to do anything.”

“Perhaps,” I said.

“Doubtless, a child could have handled him by now,” he said.

“Perhaps,” I said.

“We are all weak,” he said, irritably.

“Are you certain that you would not care for my assistance?” I asked.

(pg.258) “No,” he said. “This filthy, treacherous little vulo’s weight is

nothing.”

He turned about then and bent to pick up the quivering Lady Publia, to hoist her

to his shoulder. Suddenly he stopped. He had then, apparently for the first

time, detected the bodies, muchly concealed with straw, which we had hidden at

the side of the cell. I moved quickly toward him but then it seemed, suddenly,

as thought the world had burst apart, and I spun about, covering my head with my

hands, and it seemed in that instant that the cell was filled with bursting

stones and bricks, and there was a great sound, and Lady Claudia screamed, and

one could hardly see or breath for an instant, the dust in the air, the white,

bright dust, and we were coughing, and my eyes stung, and there was debris all

about, and it seemed half the cell wall was gone, and I squinted against the

light, so bright, the dust glittering in it, flooding the room. The fellow had

lost his footing. The floor, where he was was crooked, buckled. Some of the

great stones tilted upward. He seemed half in shock. He turned, in the dust,

pointing back to the wall, startled, that he would apprise me of his discovery,

not even seemingly suspicious, and met the stone in my hand, part of the wall I

had seized up, and sank to his knees. Lady Claudia crouched down, shuddering,

her hands over her head. Lady Publia lay prone among the buckled tiles, perhaps

in shock. Both were covered with dust.

I scrambled up an embankment of debris to the great opening in the wall.

There, spread before me, in the bright morning sun, under the clear blue sky,

bright with glittering spear blades and shields, with nodding plumes, with the

standards of companies and regiments, dotted with engines, here and there a

tharlarion stalking about, tarnsmen in the sky, in serried ranks, some

stretching back to buildings still standing, even crowding streets in the

distance, most on an artificial plain extending for three hundred yards about,

created from the flattened ruins of burned, razed buildings, the debris sunk in

cellars, and basements, and leveled, or hauled away, was the marshaled might of

Cos in the north!

I motioned eagerly for Lady Claudia to climb the rubble, that we two, together,

might stand in that opening and regard the grandeur of war.

(pg.259) “Do you see how it is, that men can love it?” I asked.

“It frightens me!” she gasped.

“Look at them,” I said, “the soldiers, their glory, their strength!”

“It terrifies me!” she wept, the wind moving the veil against her lips.

“How splendid it is!” I cried.

“I belong naked in chains!” she suddenly cried.

“Yes,” I said, seizing her arm, “you do!”

Had I not held her arm, I fear she might have swooned on the rubble.

We then heard, from all about, before us, the notes of trumpets.

“The men are moving!” she said.

“It is the attack,” I said.

“They are silent!” she said. Hitherto the trumpets had been followed by great

cheering.

“They have had their fill of shouting, and such,” I said. “They come now to

finish the matter.”

Light-armed troops hurried forward, slingers and archers, and javelin men, to

keep defenders back, as they could, from the crenels. Under their cover the

ladder brigades followed and the grapnel men; behind these came scalers,

crouching, protected under the shield roofs of infantry men.

“The wall will be attacked at several points,” I said, “to spread the

defenders.”

She suddenly gasped.

“What is wrong?” I asked.

“I thought I saw a building move,” she said, “back by the other buildings.”

“Where?” I asked.

“It does not matter,” she said, “it was only an illusion, a ripple in the air, a

matter of the waves of heat rising from the stone, the debris.

“Where?” I asked.

She pointed. Then she gasped, again.

“It is no illusion,” I said. “It is moving. There is another, too, and another.”

“Buildings cannot move!” she said.

“I count eleven,” I said. “They can be moved in various ways. Some are moved

from within, by such means as men (pg.260) thrusting forward against bars, or

tharlarion, pulling against harnesses attached to bars behind them, such

apparatuses internal to the structure. Some, on the other hand, look there,

there is one, are drawn by ropes, drawn by men or tharlarion. That one is drawn

by men. See them?”

“Yes,” she said.

There must have been at least fifty ropes, and fifty men to a rope. They seemed

small yet, even in their numbers, at this distance.

“Even so, how can such things be moved?” she said.

“They are not really buildings as you think,” I said, “made of stone, and such.

They are high, mobile structures, on wheels. They are heavy, it is true, but

they are light, considering their size. They are wooden structures, frameworks,

covered on three sides with light wood, sometimes even hides. The hides will be

soaked with water as they approach more closely, to make it difficult to fire

the structure. They overtop the walls. Drawbridges can then be opened within

them and men can pour out, preferably down, this giving them momentum for the

charge, over the walls, others following them up the ladders within. There are

many types of such structures. Some are even used on ships. We call them

generally castles or towers. As they are used here, one would commonly think of

them, and speak of them, as siege towers.”

“They are terrible things,” she said.

“Even one of them,” I said, “from the platforms and landings within, and by

means of the ladders, bringing men from the ground, may feed a thousand men into

a city in ten Ehn.

“They are like giants,” she said.

“There does, indeed, seem to be stately menace in them,” I said.

We stood framed in the great, jagged hole.

“Come away,” I said, then suddenly. I dragger her back, behind me, down the

rubble into the cell. I went tot he executioner and drew away his mask, drawing

it then over my own head. I went to Lady Publia, who lay in the debris, covered

with dust. I brushed her with the side of my foot, and she did not move. I then

kicked her with the side of my foot, and she still lay still. I did not think

she was dead. She had (pg.261) been the most sheltered of all of us when the

wall had burst in. There was no blood about the hood or ropes. I did not even

think she was unconscious. It was my surmise that she had been hoping against

hope to be ignored, or not to be noticed.

I did not know, but I doubted that she, lying where she was, confused and

frightened, down amidst the rubble near the door, had even heard us, high in the

aperture, above her, across the cell. If she had heard us, I did not think she

would have been able to make out our words, or, probably, even whose voices she

heard, or their location, except with respect to her, she doubtless by now

helplessly disoriented in the hood. Perhaps she had hoped that she might be the

sole survivor of the strike. I did not know. In any event, she, hooded, and

helplessly bound, would have at best only a very imperfect understanding of what

had occurred. Presumably she would not know, for example, who might have

survived and who not. Gagged, too, of course, she could not even beg for

information. This amused me.

I motioned that Lady Claudia should be silent. I looked down at Lady Publia,

lying so still. I supposed now she was pretending to be dead, or, at least,

unconscious. There are numerous ways in which such fraud may be terminated, for

example, to throw the woman into water, to hold her head under water for a bit,

to see if she tries to free her head, sputtering and begging for mercy, to put

her under the whip, to use the bastinado in the soles of her feet, to claw

unexpectedly at the soft flesh behind her knees, even to lightly caress the

soles of her feet, and so on. I wanted something, rather, which would prove to

Lady Publia, even if to her profound humiliation, what she was. First, I

separated the ropes a bit on her upper body and put my ear to her heart. It was

beating, so she was alive, as I thought. I also heard the heart rate increase,

excitedly, she frightened, and knowing I was making this determination. Still

she pretended to unconsciousness.

I then lifted her up a bit, supporting her with my hand behind her back, and put

my other hand to her belly. She tried to pretend to be unconscious. She tried to

hold herself still. But soon the very physiology of her body, almost

autonomically, became active, and I felt the gathering heat (pg.262) and the oil

and openness of her, her vitality, readiness and need. Then, surrendering, she

moaned and squirmed. Then, piteously, abandoning all effort at deception, she

thrust herself against me, offering herself to me, whoever I might be, for use

as a slave.

I then withdrew my hand and, as she moaned piteously, helplessly, threw her to

my left shoulder. This keeps the sword arm free. I carried her with her head to

the rear, as a slave is carried. She would think herself, I was certain, on the

shoulder of the executioner. Too, she could feel the hood I wore, against the

left side of her waist. I then, followed by Lady Claudia, carried her from the

ruins of the cell.

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I Assume Command

(pg.263) “Where have you been?” called a fellow outside the cell, approaching.

“They are moving forward even now! The ram will be at the gate again in Ehn!”

I lifted my right arm, acknowledging his words. We had not seen the ram from the

cell. It had been perhaps obscured by the main gate’s west bastion. He turned

about and I followed him through the corridor, presumably to the height of the

forward wall.

Lady Publia then began to squirm madly on my shoulder, considering such might be

her last opportunity perhaps to draw attention to herself. She did call

attention to herself, but mainly to find herself the butt of jeering remarks,