The Eternal Champion

'I admit that I feel extremely healthy,' I told her. 'But that is a long way from feeling as a God must feel! Besides, I think I would know if I were a God. I would know other Gods. I would dwell in some place where the Gods dwell. I would count Goddesses among my friends…' I stopped. She seemed disturbed.

I reached out and touched her and said softly: 'But then perhaps you are right. Perhaps I am a God-for I am certainly privileged to know a Goddess.'

She shrugged off my hand. 'You are making mock of me, my lord.'

'No. I swear it.'

She got up. 'I must appear foolish to such a great lord as yourself. I apologise for wasting your time with my chatter.'

'You have not wasted my time,' I said. 'You have helped me, in fact.'

Her lips parted. 'Helped you?'

'Yes. You have filled in part of my somewhat peculiar background. I still do not remember my past as Erekose, but at least I know as much about that past as anyone here. Which is not a disadvantage!'

'Perhaps your centuries long sleep has washed your mind free of memory,' she said.

'Perhaps,' I agreed. 'Or perhaps there have been so many other memories during that sleep-new experiences, other lives…'

'What do you mean?'

'Well, it seems to me that I have been more people than just John Daker and Erekose. Other names spring to mind-strange names in unfamiliar tongues. I have a vague-and perhaps stupid notion-that while I slept as Erekose, my spirit took on other shapes and names. Perhaps that spirit cannot sleep, but must forever be active…' I stopped. I was getting deep into the realms of metaphysics-and metaphysics had never been my strong point. I considered myself a pragmatist, in fact. Such notions as reincarnation, I had always scoffed at-still scoffed at, really, in spite of the evidence, such as it was.

But lolinda pressed me to continue what I considered to be pointless speculation. 'Go on,' she said. 'Please continue, Lord Erekose.'

If only to keep the beautiful girl beside me for a short while longer, I did as she asked.

'Well,' I said, 'while you and your father were attempting to bring me here, I thought I remembered other lives than this one as Erekose or the other one, as John Daker. I remembered, very dimly, other civilisations-though I could not tell you whether they existed in the past or in the future. In fact, the idea of past and future seems meaningless to me now. I have no idea, for instance, whether this civilisation lies in the "future" that I knew as John Daker or in the "past". It is here. I am here. There are certain things that I will have to do. That is all I can say.'

'But these other incarnations,' she said. 'What do you know of them?'

I shrugged. 'Nothing. I am attempting to describe a dim feeling, not an exact impression. A few names which I have now forgotten. A few images which have almost completely faded away as dreams fade. And perhaps that is all they ever were-just dreams. Perhaps my life as John Daker, which in its turn is beginning to fade in my memory, was merely that, a dream. Certainly I know nothing of any supernatural agencies of whom your father and Katorn have spoken. I know of no "Azmobaana", no Good and Great One, no demons or, indeed, angels. I know only that I am a man and that I exist.'

Her face was grave. 'That is true. You are a man. You exist. I saw you materialise.'

'But from where did I come?'

'From the Other Regions,' she said. 'From the place where all great warriors go when they die-and where their women go to join them-to live in eternal happiness.'

Again I smiled, but then smothered the smile for I did not wish to offend her beliefs. I remembered no such place. 'I remember only strife. If I have been away from here it was not in some land of eternal happiness-it was in many lands-lands of eternal warfare.'

Suddenly I felt depressed and weary. 'Eternal warfare,' I repeated and I sighed.

Her look became sympathetic. 'Do you think that that is your fate-to war for ever against the enemies of humanity?'

I frowned. 'Not quite-for I seem to remember times when I was not human as you would understand the word. If I have a spirit, as I said, that inhabits many forms, then there have been times when it has inhabited forms that were-different…' I rejected the thought. It was too difficult to grasp, to frightening to tolerate.

It disturbed lolinda. She rose and darted a look of incomprehension at me. 'Not-not as an…'

I smiled. 'An Eldren? I do not know. But I do not think so, for the name is not familiar to me in that respect.'

She was relieved. 'It is so hard to trust…' she said sadly.

'To trust what? Words?'

'To trust anything,' she said. 'I once thought I understood the world. Perhaps I was too young. Now I understand nothing. I do not know whether I shall even be alive next year.'

'I think that may be described as a common fear to all we mortals,' I said gently.

'We mortals?' Her smile was without humour. 'You are not mortal, Erekose!'

I had not up to now considered it. After all, I had been summoned into existence in thin air! I laughed. 'We shall soon know whether I am or not,' I said, 'when we have joined battle with the Eldren!'

A little moan escaped her lips then. 'Oh!' she cried. 'Do not consider it!' She moved towards the door. 'You are immortal, Erekose! You are invulnerable! You are-eternal! You are the only thing of which I can be sure. The only person I can trust! Do not joke so! Do not joke so, I beg you!'

I was astonished at this outburst. I would have risen from the bed to hold her and comfort her, but I was naked. Admittedly she had seen me naked once before, when I had originally materialised in Erekose's tomb, but I did not know enough of the customs of these people to guess whether it would shock her or not.

'Forgive me, lolinda,' I said. 'I did not realise…'

What had I not realised? The extent of the poor girl's insecurity? Or something deeper than that?

'Do not go,' I begged.

She stopped by the door and turned and there were tears in her huge, wide eyes. 'You are eternal, Erekose. You are immortal. You can never die!'

I could not reply.

For all I knew I would be dead in the first encounter with the Eldren.

Suddenly I became aware of the responsibility I had. A responsibility not just to this beautiful woman but to the whole human race. I swallowed hard and fell back on my pillows as lolinda rushed from the room.

Could I possibly bear such a burden?

Did I wish to bear such a burden?

I did not. I had no great faith in my own powers and there was no reason to believe that those powers were any more potent than, say, Katorn's. Katorn was, after all, far more experienced in warfare than I. He had a right to be resentful of me. I had taken over his role, robbed him of his power and of a responsibility which he had been prepared to shoulder-and I was unproven. Suddenly I saw Katorn's point of view and sympathised with it.

What right had I to lead humanity in a war that could decide its very existence?

None.

And then another thought came to me-a more self-pitying thought.

What right had humanity to expect so much of me?

They had, let us say, awakened me from a slumber which I had earned, leading the quiet, decent life of John Daker. And now they were imposing their will upon me, demanding that I give back to them the self-confidence and-yes-self-righteousness that they were losing.

I lay there in the bed, and for a while I hated King Rigenos, Katorn and the rest of the human race-including the fair lolinda who had been the one to bring this question to my mind.

Erekose the Champion, Defender of Humanity, Greatest of Warriors, lay wretched and snivelling in his bed and felt very sorry for himself indeed.

CHAPTER FIVE KATORN

I arose at last and dressed myself in a simple tunic, having been washed and shaved-much to my embarrassment-by my slaves. I went by myself into the weapons rooms and there took down my sword from where it hung in its scabbard on a peg.