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Stand and fight; fight and die. It was the only way.
Salaman doubted that the hjjks intended them any particular harm. His one encounter with the insect-folk, that time long ago in the plains just after the tribe had gone forth from the cocoon, had left him with the belief that the hjjks were remote, passionless creatures incapable of such complex irrational feelings as hatred, covetousness, or vengefulness. The ones who had attacked the city had fought in a curiously impersonal, detached way, caring very little about their lives, which had reinforced Salaman’s view of them. The hjjks were interested only in maintaining their control. In this case they seemed to be merely on some great migration, and the City of Yissou happened to be in their way, posing unknown but definite danger to their supremacy; so they would eradicate it, as an inconvenience. That was all. The hjjks would probably suffer great losses today. But because there were so many of them, they would prevail.
Harruel’s plan was for everyone but the infants and the injured Galihine to wait for the enemy on the rim of the crater. When the invaders came close, the defenders would withdraw to the forested zone just below the rim, and attempt by main force to kill every hjjk that succeeded in clambering over the hastily improvised barricade of brush and thorny vines with which the tribe had surrounded the crater. If too many hjjks got through, they were to retreat closer to the city’s i
All of these stratagems seemed absurd to Salaman. But he could think of nothing better himself.
“Everyone to the rim!” cried Harruel in a mighty voice. “Yissou! Yissou! The gods protect us!”
“Come,” Salaman said quietly. “To our posts, love.”
He had asked for and received the sector of the rim closest to his special place, that high place from which he had first had the vision of the onrushing horde. He felt a deep affinity for that place, and since it seemed certain to him that he would die like all the others in the first hjjk charge, he had chosen that part of the rim to be the place where he would fall. In silence he and Weiawala clambered to it now.
When they reached the rim they halted, for just beyond it was the tangle of thorny stuff that they had so painfully woven there in the past few days to slow down the hjjks’ advance. But then a strange burst of curiosity, a sudden overmastering Hreshlike impulse toward the unexpected, came over him, and he vaulted the rim and began cleaving a path for himself through the thorns.
“What are you doing?” Weiawala called. “You aren’t supposed to be out there, Salaman!”
“I have to see — one last look—”
She called out something else to him, but her voice was taken by the wind. He was past the barricade now, and ru
Everything lay visible to him from here.
To the south were rounded green hills. To the west was the distant sea, a golden streak in the early afternoon sun. And to the north, where a high broad plateau stretched on and on toward the horizon, he saw the invaders. They were still perhaps an hour’s march away, maybe two, but there was no question of their direction: they were heading straight for the great meadow in which the crater lay. And they were i
Salaman raised his sensing-organ and reached out with second sight to enhance his perception of the oncoming force. At once it gave him the full oppressive power of the enemy, the immense weight of the numbers.
But what was this? He sensed something unanticipated, something discordant, cutting across the massive emanations coming from the invading army. He frowned. He looked to his right, into the thick forest that separated this district from the land where Vengiboneeza lay.
Someone was coming from that direction.
He strained to stretch the range of his second sight. Bewildered, astonished, he searched for the source of that unexpected sensation. He reached out — farther — farther—
Touched something radiant and powerful that he knew to be the soul of Hresh-of-the-answers.
Touched Taniane. Touched Orbin. Touched Staip. Touched Haniman. Touched Boldirinthe.
Praheurt. Moarn. Kreun.
Gods! Were they all there? The whole tribe of them, coming from Vengiboneeza this day? Marching onward toward the City of Yissou? He could not detect Torlyri, he could not detect Koshmar, and that puzzled him; but now he felt the others, dozens of them, everyone who had come from the cocoon with him at the Time of Going Forth. All of them here, all of them approaching.
Unbelievable. They are just in time, he thought, to be swept away with us by the hjjks. We all came forth together; and now we will all die together.
Gods! Why had they come? Why today ?
The day of departure from Vengiboneeza had finally arrived, weeks after the decision to go had been proclaimed; like a thunderclap coming long after a devastating bolt of lightning. After all the weeks of grueling toil, when it had begun to seem that the dismantling of the settlement would go on forever without end, the time of leaving was at last at hand; what was yet undone must now remain forever undone; once again the People would be making a great Going Forth.
Taniane wore the new mask that the craftsman Striinin had made, the Mask of Koshmar: powerful jaw, heavy lips, great outcurving cheeks, dark gleaming surface of burnished black wood, a likeness not of the late chieftain’s face but of her indomitable soul, through which the somber, penetrating eyes of Taniane came shining like windows that opened into a vista of windows. In her left hand Taniane held the Wand of Coming Forth, which Boldirinthe had unearthed among the relics of the trek from the cocoon; in her right was Koshmar’s obsidian-tipped spear. She turned toward Hresh.
“How much longer until sunrise?”
“Just another few minutes now.”
“The instant we see the light, I’ll raise the wand. If anyone looks hesitant, send Orbin to give them a prod.”
“He’s already back there, checking everybody over.”
“Where’s Haniman?”
“With Orbin,” said Hresh.
“Send him to me.”
Hresh beckoned down the line toward Orbin, and pointed to Haniman and nodded. The two warriors spoke briefly; then Haniman came jogging up to the front in his strangely heavy-footed way.
“You want me, Hresh?”
“Only for a moment.” Hresh’s eyes met Haniman’s and held there. “I’m aware that you aren’t eager to be going with us.”
“Hresh, I never—”
“No. Please, Haniman. It’s no secret to me that you’ve been grumbling about the Going Forth ever since Koshmar made the proclamation.”
Haniman looked uncomfortable. “But have I ever said I didn’t plan to go?”
“You haven’t said it, no. But what’s in your heart hasn’t been much of a secret. We don’t need any malcontents on this trek, Haniman. I want you to know that if you’d prefer to stay behind, then stay.”
“And live among the Bengs?”
“And live among the Bengs, yes.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Hresh. Wherever the People go, I’ll go too.”
“Willingly?”