"Aye, Dak, my master. But if they be not too many. ."
I glanced at the stump. In his saddle bag he carried the leather attachments to buckle on, the hooks and implements given him by the doctors of the Todalpheme. We had paid for them with golden oars taken from a Grodnim who lay in the bushes with a slit throat.
"You must wait to test your new hook, Duhrra of the Days."
"May Uncle Zobab quickly smile upon my stump then, for I long dearly to. . uh. . prove. ." The sectrixes stopped in mid-stride. Duhrra sat erect in the saddle with his big moon-face arrested with down-dropping jaw. I looked at the knoll.
A scarlet and golden figure sat a zhyan there.
The enormous pure white bird with the scarlet beak and claws took to the air and with a few lazy beats of its four wings settled at my side. I gazed at the woman seated on the zhyan’s back. She smiled gently at me.
"Lahal, Pur Dray."
"I am no longer Pur Dray, Madam Ivanovna."
"And on Kregen I am not Madam Ivanovna. You may address me as Zena Iztar." Her robes sparkled in the light of the suns. All scarlet and rose, crimson and ruby, with golden tissue vestments and sumptuous gems and trappings, she presented a dazzling sight to an old sailor who was no longer a Krozair of Zy. She wore armor, golden plates cunningly fashioned, fitted to her, making me see the full voluptuous figure, the strength, the lissomness, the lithe power in a seductive frame. I did not return the smile.
"Why do you seek me out, Zena Iztar?"
"Didn’t the yellow overthrow the Scorpion’s blue?"
"Aye."
"Do you not then owe me gratitude?"
"I waited three damned long years after you visited me in London."
"Aye."
We stared at each other.
Then, touching her red lips with a painted and gilded fingernaiclass="underline" "You are no longer a Krozair of Zy."
"No. It is of no consequence now."
"I think you lie."
I did not think I lied. "No, I do not lie. If those Zair-forsaken cramphs of Star Lords do not catch up with me I intend to sail to Valka. There is where my labors are required." The marvel, the magic, the sheer wonder of this visitation, this apparition, had no power to move me now. I was sullen. I knew what I wanted to do at last — about time too — and I suspected most evilly that I was to be prevented.
I repeated, speaking so that she gazed down haughtily at me, although she did not flinch by more than a slight shifting of her head: "I am for Valka."
"And what of the Eye of the World? What of your friends here? What of Zair?"
"I am Apushniad!"
"Yet we both know that Dray Prescot is a man who could alter that, if he willed."
"He does not so will."
"I feared this. I had hoped-"
"Look, Zena Iztar. I want to go home! I want to see Delia again. Is that so strange? I have been tossed around, made slave, pranced about with these disgusting greens of Grodno — now I want to go back to Delia again."
"She is safe and well in Esser Rarioch."
"Aye! And that is where I want to be also."
"Why did you open the Dam of Days and destroy the vollers from Hamal? Was that a rational act of a man who does not care?"
"I am not a rational man! I thought to strike a blow for Sanurkazz and Zy and Felteraz. That is all."
"It is not all. I must leave you now. But I will tell you this: in your stiff-necked pride and in your selfishness you will fail. You will not be allowed to return to Valka."
"By the Star Lords?"
"No."
Before I could roar out a fresh question, for I was exceedingly angry, as I felt I had every right to be, the zhyan clashed its four wide wings, raising a whirlwind of dust, and rose into the air. I watched it fly up. The scarlet and gold figure leaned out and down, looking at me until vision was lost. Even then, I suspected, this hulu of a Madam Ivanovna, this fancy Zena Iztar, could still see me, a hulking great fighting man, hot with the lust to bash something around because he could not go home to his wife and children.
". . uh. . to prove I can take a swordsman with my right hand."
"Do what?" I said.
"Master! What is it?"
I forced myself to sit in the uncomfortable saddle, take up the reins and try to make the stupid sectrix behave.
"Nothing, Duhrra of the Days. A vision. It is passed. I still ride to Magdag and I will still find a galleon. There is much to be done in the outer oceans. I will shake the dust of Grodno and Zair from my feet and say good riddance."
Much had been explained to me, if not in words, but a very great deal remained; there were yet mysteries to be solved. I’d think about them when I reached Valka and once more held Delia in my arms, my Delia of the Blue Mountains, my Delia of Delphond.
"Uh. . I shall never say good riddance to Zair. But I think I will go with you across the wild and wonderful outer oceans."
I recollected myself. What the hell did I think Duhrra was going to do if I left him stranded in Magdag, the fortress city of the megaliths, the home of the Overlords of Magdag, the archenemies of all Zairians? I glared at him.
"Very well, the Duhrra of the Days. You come with me." I could not smile, but I said, "And right gladly will you be welcome."
"Uh," said Duhrra. "I think perhaps tomorrow I will try my new hook." About the author