Now I had nothing to do but find a power-pull and rest until afternoon, when the _Model T_ would come gliding in from the west. I opened my mind and felt one, pulsing somewhere to the left of me. When I felt stronger, I sat up and straightened my leg with both hands. When the throbbing subsided, I cut away the trouser-leg and saw that the flesh was not broken. I bound it as best I could without a splint--which wasn't very--above and below the fracture, and turned slowly, slowly, onto my stomach and hands and began crawling, just as slowly, in the direction of the pull, leaving what was left of Shandon behind me in the rain.
The going was not too bad, so long as it remained level. But when I had to pull myself up a ten-foot, forty-five degree slope, I was too beat even to curse for several minutes afterwards. The damned thing had been slippery as well as steep.
I looked back at Shandon and shook my head. It was not as if he had not known he was born to come in second. His whole life was testimony to that, poor bastard. I felt a moment's pity. He had come close to having it made. But he had come into the wrong game at the wrong time and the wrong place, like my brother, and I wondered where his head and hand lay now.
I crawled on. The power-pull was only a few hundred yards away, but I took a longer route that looked easier. One time, as I rested, I thought I heard a soft, sobbing sound. But it was gone too quickly for me to be sure.
Another time, and I heard it again, louder, coming from behind me.
I paused and waited till it came again. Then I headed toward it.
Ten minutes, and I lay before a huge boulder. It was situated at the base of a high wall of rock, and there was lots of other rubble strewn about. The muffled weeping was somewhere near. A cave seemed indicated and I did not want to waste my time exploring. So I called out:
"Hello. What's the trouble?"
Silence.
"Hello?"
Then, "Frank?"
It was the voice of the Lady Karle.
"Ho, bitch," I said. "Last night you told me to pass on to my doom. What's yours like?"
"I'm trapped in a cave, Frank. There's a rock that I can't move."
"It's a honey of a rock, honey. I'm looking at it from the other side."
"Can you get me out of here?"
"How did you get in?"
"I hid in here when the trouble started. I've tried to dig my way out, but all my nails are broken and my fingers are bleeding--and I can't seem to find any way around this stone... ."
"There doesn't seem to be a way."
"What happened?"
"Everybody's dead but you and me, and there is only a little piece of the isle left. It's raining on it now. It was quite a fight we had."
"Can you get me out of here?"
"I'll be lucky to get myself out of here--the condition I'm in."
"Are you in another cavern?"
"No, I'm on the outside."
"Then what do you mean by 'out of here'?"
"Off this damn hunk of rock and back to Homefree is what I mean."
"Then there is help coming?"
"For me," I said. "The _Model T_ will be on its way down this afternoon. I've got it programmed."
"The equipment aboard.. . Could you blast the rock, or the ground beneath it?"
"Lady Karle," I said, "I've got a busted leg, a paralyzed hand and so many sprains, strains, abrasions and contusions that I haven't even bothered counting them. I'll be lucky to get the thing going before I pass out and sleep for a week. I gave you a chance last night to be my friend again. Do you remember what you said to me?"
"Yes... ."
"Well now it's your turn."
I moved myself back on my elbows and began to crawl away.
"Frank!"
I did not reply.
"Frank! Wait! Do not go! Please!"
"Why not?" I cried.
"Do you remember what you said to me then, last night ... ?"
"Yes, and I remember your reply. All of that was last night, anyhow, when I was somebody else. --You had your chance and you blew it. If I had the strength, I would scratch your name and the date on the stone. So long, it's been good to know you."
"Frank!"
I didn't even look back.
--_Your changes of character continue to amaze me, Frank_.
--_So you made it, too, Green. I suppose you're in some other damn cave and want to be dug out_.
--_No. In fact I am only a few hundred feet from you, in the direction in which you were heading. I am near the power-pull, though it can't help me now. I will call out when I hear you approaching_.
--_Why?_
--_The time is near. I will go to the land of death, and there my strength shall fail. I was hurt badly last night_.
--_What do you want me to do about it? I've got problems of my own_.
--_I want the last rite. You told me that you gave it to Dra Marling, so I know that you know the way. Also, you said that you had _glitten__--
--_I don't believe in that any more. Never did. I only did it for Marling because_--
--_You are a high priest. You bear the Name Shimbo of Darktree Tower, Shrugger of Thunders. You cannot refuse me_.
--_I have renounced the Name, and I do refuse you_.
--_You said once that if I helped you, you would intercede for me on Megapei. I _did_ help you_.
--_I know that, but now that you are dying it is too late_.
--_Then give me this thing instead_.
--_I will come to you and give you what aid and comfort I can, save for the last rite. I am finished with such things, after last night_.
--_Come to me, then_.
So I did. By the time I reached him, the rain had just about let up. Too bad. It had been doing a fair job of washing away his body fluids. He had propped himself back against a rock, and the whiteness of bone shone through flesh in four places that I could see.
"The vitality of a Pei'an is a fantastic thing," I said. "You got all that in that fall last night?"
He nodded, then --_It hurts to speak, so I must continue in this fashion. I knew you still lived, so I kept myself alive until I could reach you_.
I managed to get what was left of my pack off my back. Then I opened it.
"Here, take this. It is for pain. It works for five races. Yours is one."
He brushed it aside.
--_I do not wish to dull my mentality at this point_.
"Green, I am not going to give you the rite. I will give you the _glitten_ root and you can take it yourself if you wish. But that's all."
--_Even if I can give you that which you most desire in return?_
"What?"
--_All of them, back again, with no memory of what has happened here_.
"The tapes!"
--_Yes_.
"Where are they?"
--_A favor for a favor, _Dra_ Sandow_.
"Give them to me."
--_The rite_ ...
... A new Kathy, a Kathy who had never met Mike Shandon, my Kathy--and Nick, the breaker of noses.
"You drive a hard bargain, Pei'an."
--_I have no choice--and please hurry_.
"All right. I'll go through with it, this one last time. --Where are the tapes?"
--_After the rite has begun and may not be stopped, then I will tell you_.
I chuckled.
"Okay. I don't blame you for not trusting me."
--_You were shielding. You must have been planning to trick me_.