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Whatever the old man had in mind, Garth had little doubt it was something evil; it was hard to imagine how the basilisk could be used for anything that was not in essence evil. It was a creature of death. As be had told himself in the crypts, if there were gods, the basilisk served the god of death, the being humans called the Final God. He tried to recall everything he knew of that god; there was very little. There was a myth that any being who spoke the true name of the Death-God would die instantly, unless he had already sold himself to an evil power. Also, the Final God had brothers and sisters. Garth had no idea what the forbidden name might be, nor which of the thousands of gods were kin to Death.
If the basilisk were in truth a creature of the Death God, then did the Forgotten King serve him as well? If so, Garth thought, he might well come to regret his bargain. He wanted no truck with the forces of evil; they were already far too strong for his liking. If he had to sell his life for the immortality of his name, he might settle for a lesser degree of fame.
He would have to discuss matters more thoroughly with the Forgotten King.
The sun was down before he had covered a third of the distance to the foothills of the A
It was some time around midnight that Garth reached the spot where he had camped before entering Mormoreth, where he had separated from Elmil. It seemed as good a place as any to spend the remainder of the night, he decided. It took perhaps five minutes to unburden the warbeast and secure the Sealing Rod, and five seconds to fall asleep. His last waking thought was to wonder what use the Forgotten King had in mind for the basilisk.
His sleep was uneasy, troubled once again by dreams in which his eyes met the basilisk's gaze, dreams of feeling once again the numbness of the Cold Death as the monster and the Forgotten King watched him perish. Finally, he awoke, to find Elmil standing over him, propped on a rude crutch, with a sword naked in his hand.
He started to rise, but stopped when the bandit made a threatening motion with his sword. Reluctantly, he lay back.
"Greetings, overman."
Garth said nothing.
"You broke your word. I thought the word of an overman was good."
Astonished, Garth said nothing. His eyes widened slightly, but Elmil, having as little experience with overmen as Garth had with humans, noticed nothing.
"Have you an explanation?"
"I am unaware as to how I broke my word."
"You swore that you would not slay Dansin."
"I did not slay Dansin."
"You swore your beast would not slay Dansin."
Garth started to speak, then halted. He had not foreseen such a possibility. He would have to be more careful when setting Koros free to hunt-assuming he lived long enough to do anything. Choosing his words carefully, he said, "I did not order it to slay Dansin."
"Yet it did so."
"I was not aware of this"
Elmil's voice was controlled and steady. Garth could not tell if the bandit was suppressing fear, or rage, or hatred, or was merely tensing in preparation for the kill. "Your beast devoured Dansin without provocation, though you swore it would not."
"It was hungry."
"So you let it feed on my comrade?"
"I did not know what it ate. I was in Mormoreth. I had been trapped in the crypts beneath the palace for several days, and Koros had not been fed. It killed and ate Shang, but was still hungry. I set it free to hunt. I did not know that it would kill Dansin, nor even that he was in the area. Had I not let it hunt, it might have turned on me."
The point of Elmil's sword moved slightly away from Garth's throat. "Shang is dead?"
"Yes."
"You killed him?"
"Koros killed him."
"What is in that tent?" He nodded toward the magic cage.
"The basilisk."
"Basilisk?"
"The monster I was sent to capture."
"What kind of monster?"
"A very poisonous one. Its gaze will turn one to stone."
Elmil said nothing.
"It was the basilisk that permitted Shang to turn the people of Mormoreth to stone. He collected its venom."
"I don't believe it."
"Then look for yourself."
Emil managed a feeble grin. "Maybe I do believe you, after all."
"Good. May I get up?"
Elmil hobbled back and permitted Garth to sit up. Remembering the sorry condition of his feet, the overman declined to stand.
"You still broke your word."
"True, though it was unintentional. My apologies, though I realize they can do little to comfort you or Dansin."
"It is the custom among my people to pay for a man's death."
"I have little to give for blood-money." An idea struck him. "Except, that is, for the city of Mormoreth, which I took from Shang. Will you accept the city as weregild?"
It was Elmil's turn to be astonished.
"As you know, the people of Mormoreth are no more and, now that Shang is dead, the city is empty. It's a good city, though there are a few broken doors and rather a lot of statues."
"It is a farmer's city." The barbarian's tone was uncertain, belying his words of rejection.
"Ca
Elmil gri
"Good."
"The sun is well up. Will you be riding soon?"
"I suppose I shall."
"Perhaps I will accompany you as far as the South Road."
"If you wish."
"It will be a great surprise to my tribe to hear that we now own the Valley of Mormoreth."
"You paid heavily for it; eleven of your tribesmen are dead."
"True. Those of us who survive will have to take extra wives to compensate."
Garth was unsure whether this was a joke, a fact to be regretted or a pleasurable circumstance, so he said nothing. Human sexuality was utterly incomprehensible to him.
The conversation ceased, and Garth rose, limping, to saddle Koros.
CHAPTER TEN
Nine days later Garth halted his warbeast as Skelleth came into sight in the distance. He did not care to ride boldly into the village dragging the basilisk's enclosure. For one thing, he doubted it would fit through the narrow, winding streets. For another, such a spectacle would undoubtedly stir up all ma
Recalling his first entry into Skelleth, he decided that it would not even do to ride Koros; if he wanted to avoid being the cause of a crowd of onlookers, he would have to sneak into town on foot, looking as small and human as he could manage. Therefore he would have to leave Koros and the basilisk somewhere where he could find them again but passers-by would not. He knew Koros would keep anyone who happened along at a distance no matter where he left it, even right where it was in the middle of the highway. He wanted not merely to keep the basilisk safe, but to keep it undetected. Glancing about, he made out a rather scraggly copse off to his left, and decided it would provide the best cover of anything on the muddy, lightly farmed plain surrounding Skelleth.