Using the elevator which had brought him here he could return to sea level, but that would also take him into the center of activity. What he wanted was to be out of the hold entirely. Loyse. Frowningly Simon considered the problem of Loyse. Aldis and Loyse—the latter to be used as bait for Jaelithe. But where in this pile could he find the girl? He dared not trust mind contact again.
Four more doors along this hallway—it could be that they put their prisoners close together. What had Loyse said? “. . . room . . . rocks.” Which might well mean that her windows gave her sight of the rocky interior. His room had been the sea and interior, but the two rooms now to his left would have outlet only for the rocks.
Simon tried the panel of the first door. It moved under his touch for an inch or so and he stepped quickly to the next. This did not give. He drew one finger tip along its resistance and thought. A locked door did not necessarily mean that Loyse was behind it—a big mistake could be made either way.
He concentrated on the lock. It was far easier now that he had the pattern fixed. And his confidence grew. Within the Kolder keep he was no longer a prisoner. With that freeze they could take over his body; could he defeat that now as he could their simpler safeguards? Simon did not know—nor did he long to put that to the test.
The door moved when he tried it the second time. Slowly he pushed it into the wall at his right. Loyse stood with her back to him, her hands on the sill of the window, staring out into the night. And she looked very small and drawn together, as if hunching her thin shoulders and stooping made her less vulnerable to what she feared.
In Simon’s path of vision she was alone, but of that he could not be sure. Now he attempted another use of his new found strength, willing her to turn and face him. There was a soft cry as she came about, as if she could not stay her movements. Then, sighting him, her hands came up to cover her face and she cowered back, as if she longed to sink into the surface of the wall.
Simon, startled by her reaction, stepped on in and then thought of his smock. She must believe him one of the Kolder.
“Loyse—” He kept that to a whisper, pulling off the tight fitting skullcap of the Kolder disguise.
Simon could see the shudder which shook her, but she dropped her hands, did look at him. Then fear became astonishment. She did not speak, instead she launched herself from the wall, running to him as she might have run for sanctuary. Her fingers gripped the smock where it strained over his chest, her eyes were wide, her lips thinned against her teeth as if to choke back a cry.
“Come!” Simon’s arm tightened about her shoulders as he pulled her into the corridor. A moment to close and relock the door, then to choose their way.
But all he knew of the hold were two hallways—this one and that below leading to the room where the Kolder leader had interviewed him. The lower stories of this rat-held warren must be alert and alive with those dispatching supplies and men to the interior. His Kolder disguise would not pass more than the most casual glance. But, those workers on the dockside—the possessed. They had paid no attention to him and his guards when he had landed from the ship, would they be as unnoticing now if he and Loyse ventured among them? And did that port have any outer door?
“Aldis!” Loyse held to his arm, both of her hands braceleting his wrist in a fierce grip.
“What of her?” They were at the elevator, but he could only send it and them into danger.
“She will know that I am gone!”
“How?”
Loyse shook her head. “The Kolder talisman—it is somehow aware of me. That is how she followed the thought path, learned of Jaelithe. She was with me when we made contact. She has a watch on my thoughts!”
After his own experiences Simon dared not scoff at that idea. But he could not summon the elevator without better idea of where to go. There was one place—again a gamble, perhaps the biggest of all. But if Loyse was right and the hunt might be up almost at once, he knew of no better battlefield.
Simon pushed the girl ahead of him. He pictured the corridor which led to the Kolder officer and the door closed behind him. Then he spoke to Loyse.
“Do you feel her? Can you tell when she is in contact and where she is now?”
She shook her head. “No, she is part of their new plan. They want Jaelithe—a witch. And when they found she followed us they were excited. They knew there was a surface ship out there but of that they were not afraid. But something went wrong with their defense and then they made this plan. Aldis was pleased.” Loyse was grim. “She said everything was working for them. But why are they so excited—Jaelithe is no longer a witch.”
“Not in the manner as before,” Simon told her, “but could she have kept contact with us had she no power at all? There is magic and magic, Loyse.” But could his magic and Jaelithe’s stand against the full force of Kolder?
A faint whisper and the door opened. Here was the corridor he sought. He and Loyse had taken only a few steps along it when that invisible lock caught him. But they continued to march along, helplessly, towards the waiting Kolder.
Helpless? Simon’s mind asked. Had he not solved the problem of the doors in the room above he might not have had the temerity to challenge this. He was under a compulsion controlled by the Kolder. But why could he not master that, too? Would he have the time?
The door panel was open. With Loyse, Simon came face to face with those who waited there. Kolders—two of them—one the officer he had fronted earlier. The other wore a metal cap, his eyes were closed, his head tilted back against his chair, his whole attitude one of deep concentration on something afar from his present company. There were two of the possessed bearing guard weapons, and to one side, Aldis, her attention all for the prisoners, an alert excitement in her slightly parted lips, her shining eyes.
The Kolder officer spoke first. “It seems that you are more then we expected, Warder of the Marches, and that you have certain qualities we did not take into consideration. Perhaps it would have been better for you if you had not. But before all else you are going to help us now. For it also seems true that your witch wife has not left you for good after all, but is coming to your side in trouble, as a proper wife should. And Jaelithe of Estcarp is of importance to us—of such importance that we intend nothing shall go amiss in the plans we have for her. So, let us be about the accomplishing of those plans.”
Simon’s body obeyed that other will. He turned for the door, the two guards again before and behind him. Then came Aldis, the whisper of her robe was unmistakable. The Kolder, too? Only one, he discovered as they reached the elevator. The man in the metal cap remained behind.
Down again. But within the bonds of the control Simon was flexing his new sense of power, beginning to test that compulsion as a man might chip away here and there at some confining shell, seeking the weakest point of its surface. By the time they had reached the water level he was ready for his great effort; however, he reserved that until the proper moment
The quays were now empty, the undersea vessels there—four of them—inert, nosed against the dock as if they were now useless. And all the laborers were gone. But Simon’s party, heading on around the water, came to a slit in the rock in which steps had been chiseled and they climbed until the air of night and the open shore blew in on them.
Still Simon marched, and then Loyse and Aldis, the Kolder officer to the rear. That fire which had made a scarlet line across the horizon was gone. Though drifts of smoke still arose to cloud the low-hanging stars. The ground here was rough, a scrap of beach walled with many rocks. And this was their final goal. Simon and Loyse faced about. He could not see the guards, but they were there.