"You will fight them, of course."
"No. It is Mabden time. Arioch commands. He lets the Ragha-da-Kheta live longer because they obey him, because they do not resist him. But soon we shall die."
Corum shook his head. "Do you not think that Arioch is unjust to destroy you thus?"
"Arioch decides."
It occurred to Corum that these people had not been so fatalistic once. Perhaps they, too, were in a process of degeneration, caused by the Knight of the Swords.
"Why should Arioch destroy so much beauty and learning as you have here?"
"Arioch decides."
King Temgol-Lep seemed to be more familiar with the Knight of the Swords and his plans than anyone Corum. had yet met. Living so much closer to his domain, perhaps they had seen him.
"Has Arioch told you this himself?"
"He has spoken through our wise ones."
"And the wise ones-they are certain of Arioch's will?"
"They are certain."
Corum sighed. "Well, I intend to resist his plans. I do not find them agreeable!"
King Temgol-Lep drew his lids over his eyes and trembled slightly. The warriors looked at him nervously. Evidently they recognized that the king was displeased.
"I will speak no more about Arioch," King Temgol-Lep said. "But as our guest we must entertain you. You will drink some wine with us."
"I will drink some wine. I thank you." Corum would have preferred food to begin with, bat he was still cautious of giving offense to the Ragha-da-Kheta, who might yet supply him with the boat he needed.
The king spoke to some servants who were waiting in the shadows near the door into the palace. They went inside.
Soon they returned with a tray on which were tall, thin goblets and a golden jug. The king reached out and took the tray in his own hands, balancing it on his knee. Gravely, he poured wine into one of the cups and handed it to Corum.
Corum stretched out his left hand to receive the goblet.
The hand quivered.
Corum tried to control it, but it knocked the goblet away. The king looked startled and began to speak.
The hand plunged forward and its six fingers seized the king's throat.
King Temgol-Lep gurgled and kicked as Corum tried to pull the Hand of Kwlt away. But the fingers were locked on the throat. Corum could feel himself squeezing the life from the king.
Corum shouted for help before he realized that the warriors thought that he was attacking the king on his own volition. He drew his sword and hacked around him as they attacked with their oddly wrought clubs. They were plainly unused to battle, for their actions were clumsy and without proper coordination.
Suddenly the hand released King Temgol-Lep and Corom saw that he was dead.
His new hand had murdered a kindly and innocent creature! And it had ruined his chances of getting help from the Ragha-da-Kheta. It might even have killed him, for the warriors were very numerous.
Standing over the corpse of the king, he swept his sword this way and that, striking limbs from bodies, cutting into heads. Blood gushed everywhere and covered him, but he fought on.
Then, suddenly, there were no more living warriors. He stood in the courtyard while the gentle sun beat down and the fountain played and he looked at all the corpses. He raised his gauntleted alien hand and spat on it.
"Oh, evil thing! Rhalina was right! You have made me a murderer!"
But the hand was his again, it had no life of its own. He flexed the six fingers. It was now like any ordinary limb.
Save for the splashing of the water from the fountain, the courtyard was silent.
Corum looked back at the dead king and he shuddered. He raised his sword. He could cut the Hand of Kwll from him. Better to be crippled than to be the slave of so evil a thing!
And then the ground fell away from him and he plunged downward to fall with a crash upon the back of a beast that spit and clawed at him.
The Third Chapter
THE DARK THINGS COME
Corum saw daylight above and then the flagstone slid back and he was in darkness with the beast that dwelled in the pit beneath die courtyard. It was snarling in a corner somewhere. He prepared to defend himself against it.
Then the snarling stopped and there was silence for a moment.
Corum waited.
He heard a shuffling. He saw a spark. The spark became a flame. The flame came from a wick that burned in a clay vessel full of oil.
The clay vessel was held by a filthy hand. And the hand belonged to a hairy creature whose eyes were full of anger.
"Who are you?" Corum said.
The creature shuffled again and placed the crude lamp in a niche on the wall. Corum saw that the chamber was covered in dirty straw. There was a pitcher and a plate and, at the far end, a heavy iron door. The place reeked of human excrement.
"Can you understand me?" Comm still spoke the Nhadragh tongue.
"Stop your gabbling." The creature spoke distantly, as if he did not expect Corum to know what he was saying. He had spoken in the Low Speech. "You will be like me soon."
Corum made no reply. He sheathed his sword and walked about the cell, inspecting it. There seemed no obvious way of escape. Above him he heard footsteps on the flagstones of the courtyard. He heard, quite clearly, the voices of the Rhaga-da-Kheta. They were agitated, almost hysterical.
The creature cocked his head and listened. "So that is what happened," he mused, staring at Corum and grinning to himself. "You killed the feeble little coward, eh? Hm, well I don't resent your company nearly so much. Though your stay will be short, I fear. I wonder how they will destroy you…"
Corum listened in silence, still not revealing that he understood the creature's words. He heard the sound of the corpses being dragged away overhead. More voices came and went.
"Now they are in a quandary," chuckled the creature. "They are only good at killing by stealth. What did they try to do to you, my friend, poison you? That's the way they usually get rid of those they fear."
Poison? Corum frowned. Had the wine been poisoned? He looked at the hand. Had it-known? Was it in some way sentient?
He decided to break bis silence. "Who are you?" he said in the Low Speech.
The creature began to laugh. "So you can understand me! Well, since you are my guest, I feel you should answer my questions first. You look like a Vadhagh to me, yet I thought all the Vadhagh had perished long since. Name yourself and your folk, Friend."
Corum said, "I am Corum Jhaelen Irsei-the Prince in the Scarlet Robe. And I am the last of the Vadhagh."
"And I am Hanafax of Pengarde, something of a soldier, something of a priest, something of an explorer-and something of a wretch, as you see. I hail from a land called Lywm-an-Esh-a land far to the west where…"
"I know of Lywm-an-Esh. I have been a guest of the Margravine of the East."
"What? Does that Margravate still exist? I had heard it had been washed away by the encroaching seas long since!"
"It may be destroyed by now. The Pony Tribes…"
"By Urleh! Pony Tribes! It is something from the histories."
"How come you to be so far from your own land, Sir Hanafax?"
"It's a long tale, Prince Corum. Arioch-as he is called here-does not smile on the folk of Lywm-an-Esh. He expects all the Mabden to do his work for him-chiefly in the reduction of the older races, such as your own. As you doubtless know, our folk have had no interest in destroying these races, for they have never harmed us. But Urleh is a kind of vassal deity to the Knight of the Swords. It was Urleh that I served as a priest. Well, it seems that Arioch grows impatient (for reasons of his own) and commands Urleh to command the people of Lywm-an-Esh to embark on a crusade, to travel far to the west where a seafolk dwell. These folk are only about fifty in all and live in castles built into coral. They are called the Shalafen. Urleh gave me Arioch’s command. I decided to believe that this was a false command-coming from another entity unfriendly to Urleh. My luck, which was never of the best, changed greatly then. There was a murder. I was blamed. I fled my lands and stole a ship. After several somewhat dull adventures, I found myself amongst this twittering people who so patiently await Arioch's destruction. I attempted to band them together against Arioch. They offered me wine, which I refused. They seized me and placed me here, where I have been for more than a few months."