Pirates Of Gohar

So Blade stood quietly, letting the Prime Minister's men disarm him. It was unfortunate that Goharan clothing didn't provide any secure hiding places for knives, but that couldn't be helped. The soldiers were carrying plenty of weapons, and some of them would certainly be within easy reach when he decided to strike.

Two of Kloret's men stood behind Blade with drawn swords and two others covered him with their bows while their comrades went to work on the Friends of Mythor. The two men and the girl were stripped naked and their hands tied behind their backs. The men were dragging Fierssa forward to strip her when Kloret raised a hand.

«No. Leave her to me.»

So Fierssa had her hands tied, but otherwise she was left alone. She stood just behind her father, head bowed, eyes closed, face pale and sweating. She seemed as much ashamed at being protected by her father as she was afraid of what might come.

With driftwood and branches, the Prime Minister's men built a fire and tossed the clothing from the stripped prisoners into it. The three exchanged uncertain looks, and Blade saw them fighting hard for self-control. They thought the burning of their clothing meant they wouldn't be leaving the beach alive. They were probably right.

However, Blade might have some influence, and if he did he'd better use it now while everybody was still in one piece. «Kloret,» he said sharply. One of the swords pricked him in the back, then the Prime Minister raised his hand again.

«A moment. Yes, Blade?»

«What have these people done?»

For a moment Kloret looked as though he suspected Blade's sanity, then he laughed. «Does it matter to you, Blade?» Before Blade could think of an answer, Kloret went on. «If you don't know what they've done, why should you worry about their punishment? But I think you're lying. I think you know exactly what they've done and that's why you're here with them. So you're as guilty as they are. If we can't learn what we need to know from them-«

At this point the courage of one of the young men broke. He threw himself on the sand as close to the Prime Minister as he could get, sobbing and desperately twisting his bound hands. The other two Friends stood close together, the girl swallowing hard and the man trying to comfort her with looks only. Blade remembered that they were lovers.

Eventually the young man ran out of breath. Kloret gave another hand signal, and one of the guards stepped over to the young man and straddled him. Then he rammed his spear down through the young man's body, so hard it pi

Kloret swept the other prisoners with his chilly eyes. «He's going to die slowly, but you'll die even more slowly if you don't answer my questions.»

«Kloret,» Blade snapped. «You're right. It doesn't matter what these people have done. At least it won't matter to you, when the Emperor learns about this. You'll lose your office for amusing yourself this way, and if the Emperor-«

«Which Emperor, Blade?» said Kloret. Again he laughed. It was the most discouraging laugh Blade had ever heard. It hinted at all sorts of secret knowledge that made him the complete master of the situation.

Kloret shook his head. «I doubt if Thrayket will ever learn about anything. He's dead.» Fierssa jumped as if she'd been stabbed, and Blade found it harder than usual to keep his own self-control. «As for Harkrat-Blade, I think you know better than to hope he'll be in a position to take any vengeance for you, let alone these worms here.»

He faced the two Friends. «My daughter has already told me a good deal of what I want to know-«

«That's a lie!» Fierssa shouted. One of the spearmen drove the butt of his weapon into the small of her back. She gasped and fell to the ground.

«You didn't make things any easier for your friends or for yourself,» Kloret told his daughter. Then he turned back to the others. «I need to know certain things about the work of the Friends. First, who were those traitors who ran off into the darkness?»

The two lovers looked at each other. Blade was silent. If Thrayket was dead and Harkrat was likely to be blackmailed into silence by the threat of revealing his secret there wasn't much to be done. His own chances of survival were not going to be particularly good, and the Friends of Mythor were doomed. He'd better keep his mouth shut, since every time he opened it seemed to put a greater strain on the desperate courage of the Friends. There wasn't much left for them except to die with dignity, so he could at least let them do that.

In the end, Blade's keeping silent didn't make much difference to the lovers. Nobody could have died with dignity after what Kloret had done to them. He kept at them even after it was obvious they weren't going to talk, and then until they couldn't talk, only scream. Even after they could no longer scream the work went on, with steel and fire and cords and bare hands. It didn't stop until life was gone and the two lovers were sprawled in the middle of a patch of foul and bloody sand.

Blade felt himself sweating in spite of the chilly sea breeze, and Fierssa was obviously staying on her feet only by a heroic effort. Blade still had one faint hope. The screams of the two lovers must have been audible a mile away. Perhaps Kloret's rank or his armed guards could drive off any inquisitive passers-by. But perhaps not, and in any sort of a fight or confusion, Blade and Fierssa might at least have a chance to escape. They'd be fugitives in a Gohar sliding steadily toward civil war, but that was better than ending up sprawled on the sand like the two Friends.

Then out of the darkness to the west came a gurgling cry. The sound was barely human, and after the nightmare of the last hour it was possible to believe it wasn't human at all.

Some vengeful ghost or monster from the depths of the sea could be on the prowl, awakened by the screams.

Then the cry came again, and with it the sound of shuffling footsteps. A third cry, and a lurching human figure appeared on the edge of the firelight. Two guards ran up to it and dragged it closer.

It was one of Kloret's guards, one arm dangling useless while he used the other to press together a gaping wound in his stomach. His face was a mask of dried blood from a deep scalp wound.

Kloret stepped forward. «What happened?»

Lips moved under the blood. «The-traitors. Caught us-got out-and-I'm only-one-«

Fierssa gave a cry of delight and Blade felt like shouting himself. So the Mythorans were not only clean away, but they'd killed all but one of the men sent after them. And if they'd got away, they might be able to call friends and-

Kloret stepped close to the guard, then his sword was in his hand. The firelight danced along the steel as he raised it over his head, then slashed downward. The guard collapsed onto the sand, his skull split open.

Before Kloret could turn away from the corpse, Fierssa moved. She leaped forward, her hands free and reaching for the knife on Kloret's belt. She snatched it, struck with all her strength at her father's back, and screamed in rage as the knife point struck metal and leather under his robe. Kloret turned, shouting for the guards, his sword raised to strike. A second time Fierssa was too quick. She pressed the point of the knife against her ribs, then flung herself to the ground, driving the knife into her body. She writhed and kicked for a moment, then relaxed in death as Kloret bent to roll her over.

The Prime Minister stood up, and the look on his face made Blade quite sure his last moment was here. With that matter settled, he found it easy to concentrate all his attention on finding a way to take Kloret with him. Death would put an end to all the man's plans, and- if Blade could no longer save himself or the Project, he could at least save-