"You are cruel to show it to him," said Ha-Keel.
"But he has come so far and risked so much," said Saphrar kindly. "Surely he is entitled to a glimpse of our precious prize."
"Kutaituchik was killed for it," I said.
"Many more than he," said Saphrar, "and perhaps in the end even more will die."
"Do you know what it is?" I asked.
"No," said Saphrar, "but I know it is important to Priest- Kings." He stood up and went to the egg, putting his finger on it. "Why, though," he said, "I have no idea, it is not truly of gold."
"It appears to be an egg," said Ha-Keel.
"Yes," said Saphrar, "whatever it is, it has the shape of an egg."
"Perhaps it is an egg," suggested Ha-Keel.
"Perhaps," admitted Saphrar, "but what would Priest- Kings wish with such an egg?"
"Who knows?" asked Ha-Keel.
"lt. was this, was it not," asked Saphrar, looking at me, "that you came to Turia to find?"
"Yes," I admitted. "That is what I came to find."
"See how easy it was!" he laughed.
"Yes," I said, "very easy."
Ha-Keel drew his sword. "Let me slay him as befits a warrior," he said.
"No," cried the Paravaci, "let me have him as well as the other."
"No," said Saphrar firmly. "They are both mine."
Ha-Keel angrily rammed his sword back into the sheath. He had clearly wanted to kill me honorably, swiftly. Clearly he had little stomach for whatever games the Paravaci or Saphrar might have in mind. Ha-Keel might have been a cutthroat and a thief but, too' he was of Ar and a tarns- man.
"You have secured the object," I inquired, "to give it to the gray man?"
"Yes," said Saphrar.
"He will then return it to Priest-Kings?" I asked inno- cently.
"I do not know what he will do with it," said Saphrar. "As long as I receive my gold and the gold will perhaps make me the richest man on Gor I do not care."
"If the egg is injured," I said, "the Priest-Kings might be, angry.
"For all I know," said Saphrar, "the man is a Priest-King. How else would he dare to use the name of Priest-Kings on the message in the message collar?"
I knew, of course, that the man was not a Priest-King. But I could now see that Saphrar had no idea who he was or for whom, if anyone, he was working. I was confident that the man was the same as he who had brought Elizabeth Cardwell to this world he who had seen her in New York and decided she would play her role in his perilous sports and that thus he had at his disposal an advanced technology certainly to the level of at least space flight. I did not know, of course, if the technology at his disposal was his own, or that of his kind, or if it were furnished by others unknown not seen who had their own stake in these games of two worlds, perhaps more. He might well be, and I supposed it true, merely an agent but for whom, or what? something that would challenge even Priest-Kings blat, it must be, I something that feared Priest-Kings, or it would naturally have I struck this world, or Earth something that wanted Priest- Kings to die that the one world, or two, or perhaps even the system of our sun, would be freed for their taking. "How did the gray man know where the golden sphere was?" I asked.
"He said once," said Saphrar, "that he was told"
"By whom?" I asked.
"I do not know," said Saphrar.
"You know no more?"
"No," said Saphrar.
I speculated. The Others those of power, not Priest- Kings, must, to some extent, understand or sense the politics, the needs and policies of the remote denizens of the SardarA they were probably not altogether unaware of the business of Priest-Kings, particularly not now, following the recent War of Priest-Kings, after which many humans had es- caped the Place of Priest-Kings and now wandered free, if scoffed at and scorned for the tales they might bear pos- sibly from these, or from spies or traitors in the Nest itself, the Others had learned the Others, I was sure, would neither jeer nor scoff at the stories told by vagabonds of Priest-Kings. They could have learned of the destruction of much of the surveillance equipment of the Sardar, of the substantial re- duction in the technological capabilities of Priest-Kings, at least for a short time and, most importantly, that the War had been fought, in a way, over the succession of dynasties thus learning that generations of Priest-Kings might be in the offing. If there had been rebels those wanting a new gener- ation there must have been the seeds of that generation. But in a Place of Priest-Kings there is only one bearer of young, the Mother, and she had died shortly before the War. Thus, the Others might well infer that there was one, or more, concealed eggs, hidden away, which must now be secured that the new generation might be inaugurated, but hidden away quite possibly not in the Place of Priest-Kings itself, but elsewhere, out of the home of Priest-Kings, beyond even the black Sardar itself. And they might have learned, as well, that I had been in the War of Priest-Kings a lieutenant to Misk, the Fifth Born, Chief of the Rebels, and that I had now made my way to the southern plains, to the land of the Wagon Peoples. It would not then have required great intelli- gence to suspect that I might have come to fetch the egg or eggs of Priest-Kings.
If they had reasoned thus, then their strategy would seem likely to have been, first, to see that I did not find the egg, and, secondly, to secure it for themselves. They could guarantee their first objective, of course, by slaying me. The matter of the message collar had been a clever way of attempting to gain that end but, because of the shrewdness of! Tuchuks, who seldom take anything at its face value, it had failed; they had then attempted to bring me down among the wagons with a Paravaci quiva, but that, too, had failed; I grimly reminded myself, however, that I was now in the power of Saphrar of Turia. The second objective, that of obtaining the egg for themselves, was already almost accom plished; Kutaituchik had been killed and it had been stolen from his wagon; there was left only to deliver it to the gray man, who would, in turn, deliver it to the Others whoever or whatever they might be. Saphrar, of course, had been in Turia for years. This suggested to me that possibly the Others had even followed the movements of the two men 'who had' brought the egg from the Sardar to the Wagon Peoples. Perhaps they had now struck more openly and quickly employing Gorean tarnsmen fearing that I might myself seize the egg first and return it to the Sardar. The attempt on my life took place one night and the raid on Kutaituchik's wagon the next. Saphrar, too, I reminded myself, had known that the golden sphere was in the wagon of Kutaituchik. I was puzzled a bit that he had had this information. Tuchuks do not make good spies, for they tend to be, albeit fierce and cruel, intensely loyal; and there are few strangers allowed in the wagon of a Tuchuk Ubar. It occurred to me that perhaps the Tuchuks had made no secret of the presence of the 'golden sphere in Kutaituchik's wagon. That puzzled me. On the other hand they may well not have understood its true value. Kamchak himself had told me the golden sphere was worthless poor Tuchuk! But now, I said to myself, poor Cabot! However it came about and I could not be sure Others than Priest-Kings had now entered the games of Gor and these Others knew of the egg and wanted It and, it seemed, would have it. In time Priest-Kings, those remain- ing, would die. Their weapons and devices would rust and crumble in the Sardar. And then, one day, like the pirates of Port Kar in their long galleys, unannounced, unexpected, Others would cross the seas of space and bring their craft to rest on the shores and sands of Gor.
"Would you like to fight for your life?" asked Saphrar of Turia.
"Of course," I said.
"Excellent," said Saphrar. "You may do so in the Yellow Pool of Turia."