appeared in the central plain. The pool of boiling mud had vanished and trees in the forest lay flat, as if cut by a giant scythe.
Upon their return to the cliff city, the Gibi found most of their wax skyscrapers in ruins, but they set about rebuilding without complaint. The squirrel-farmers emerged from their burrows and were again busy in the fields.
Garin felt out of place in all the activity that filled the Caverns. More than ever he was the outlander with no trueroots in Tav. Restlessly, he explored the Caverns, spending many hours in the Place of Ancestors, where he studied those men of the outer world who had preceded him into this weird land.
One night when he came back to his chamber he found Dandtan and Trar awaiting him there. There was a curious hardness in Dandtan’s attitude, a somber sobriety in Trar’s carriage.
“Have you sought the Hall of Women since the battle?” demanded the son of the Ancient Ones abruptly.
“No,” retorted Garin shortly, wondering if Dandtan was accusing him of double dealing.
“Have you sent a message to Thrala?”
Garin held back his rising temper. “I have not ventured where I cannot.”
Dandtan nodded ‘to Trar as if his suspicions had been confirmed. “You see how it stands, Trar.”
Trar shook his head slowly. “But never has the summoning been at fault—”
“You forget,” Dandtan reminded him sharply. “It was once—and the penalty was exacted. So shall it be again.”
Garin looked from one to the other, confused. Dandtan seemed possessed of a certain ruthless anger, but Trar was manifestly unhappy.
“It must come after council, the Daughter willing,” the Lord of the Folk said.
Dandtan strode toward the door. “Thrala is not to know. Assemble the council tonight. Meanwhile, see that he"—he jerked his thumb toward Garin—"does not leave this room.”
Thus Garin became a prisoner under the guard of the Folk, unable to discover of what Dandtan accused him, or how he had aroused the hatred of the Cavern ruler. Unless Dandtan’s jealousy had been aroused and he was determined to rid himself of a rival.
Believing this, the American went willingly to the chamber where the judges waited. Dandtan sat at the head of a long table, Trar at his right and lesser nobles of the Folk beyond.
“You know the charge.” Dandtan’s words were tipped with venom as Garin came to stand before him. “Out of his own mouth has this outlander condemned himself. Therefore I ask that you decree for him the fate of thatoutlander of the second calling who rebelled against the summoning.”
“The outlander has admitted his fault?” questioned one of the Folk.
Trar inclined his head sadly. “He did.”
As Garin opened his mouth to demand a statement of the charge against him, Dandtan spoke again:
“What say you, Lords?”
For a long moment they sat in silence and then they bobbed their lizard heads in assent. “Do as you desire, Dweller in the Light.”
Dandtan smiled without mirth. “Look, outlander.” He passed his hand over the glass of the seeing mirror set in the table top. “This is the fate of a rebel —”
In the shining surface Garin saw pictured a break in Tav’s wall. At its foot stood a group of men of the Ancient Ones, and in their midst struggled a prisoner. They were forcing him to climb the crater wall. Garin watched him reach the lip and crawl over, to stagger across the steaming rock, dodging the scalding vapor of hot springs, until he pitched down in the slimy mud.
“Such was his ending, and so will you end —”
The calm brutality of that statement aroused Garin’s anger. “Rather would I die that way than linger in this den,” he cried hotly. “You, who owe your life to me, would send me to such a death without even telling me of what I am accused. Little is there to choose between you and Kepta, after all — except that he was an open enemy!”
Dandtan sprang to his feet, but Trar caught his arm.
“He speaks fairly. Ask
Upon their return to the cliff city, the Gibi found most of their wax skyscrapers in ruins, but they set about rebuilding without complaint. The squirrel-farmers emerged from their burrows and were again busy in the fields.
Garin felt out of place in all the activity that filled the Caverns. More than ever he was the outlander with no trueroots in Tav. Restlessly, he explored the Caverns, spending many hours in the Place of Ancestors, where he studied those men of the outer world who had preceded him into this weird land.
One night when he came back to his chamber he found Dandtan and Trar awaiting him there. There was a curious hardness in Dandtan’s attitude, a somber sobriety in Trar’s carriage.
“Have you sought the Hall of Women since the battle?” demanded the son of the Ancient Ones abruptly.
“No,” retorted Garin shortly, wondering if Dandtan was accusing him of double dealing.
“Have you sent a message to Thrala?”
Garin held back his rising temper. “I have not ventured where I cannot.”
Dandtan nodded ‘to Trar as if his suspicions had been confirmed. “You see how it stands, Trar.”
Trar shook his head slowly. “But never has the summoning been at fault—”
“You forget,” Dandtan reminded him sharply. “It was once—and the penalty was exacted. So shall it be again.”
Garin looked from one to the other, confused. Dandtan seemed possessed of a certain ruthless anger, but Trar was manifestly unhappy.
“It must come after council, the Daughter willing,” the Lord of the Folk said.
Dandtan strode toward the door. “Thrala is not to know. Assemble the council tonight. Meanwhile, see that he"—he jerked his thumb toward Garin—"does not leave this room.”
Thus Garin became a prisoner under the guard of the Folk, unable to discover of what Dandtan accused him, or how he had aroused the hatred of the Cavern ruler. Unless Dandtan’s jealousy had been aroused and he was determined to rid himself of a rival.
Believing this, the American went willingly to the chamber where the judges waited. Dandtan sat at the head of a long table, Trar at his right and lesser nobles of the Folk beyond.
“You know the charge.” Dandtan’s words were tipped with venom as Garin came to stand before him. “Out of his own mouth has this outlander condemned himself. Therefore I ask that you decree for him the fate of thatoutlander of the second calling who rebelled against the summoning.”
“The outlander has admitted his fault?” questioned one of the Folk.
Trar inclined his head sadly. “He did.”
As Garin opened his mouth to demand a statement of the charge against him, Dandtan spoke again:
“What say you, Lords?”
For a long moment they sat in silence and then they bobbed their lizard heads in assent. “Do as you desire, Dweller in the Light.”
Dandtan smiled without mirth. “Look, outlander.” He passed his hand over the glass of the seeing mirror set in the table top. “This is the fate of a rebel —”
In the shining surface Garin saw pictured a break in Tav’s wall. At its foot stood a group of men of the Ancient Ones, and in their midst struggled a prisoner. They were forcing him to climb the crater wall. Garin watched him reach the lip and crawl over, to stagger across the steaming rock, dodging the scalding vapor of hot springs, until he pitched down in the slimy mud.
“Such was his ending, and so will you end —”
The calm brutality of that statement aroused Garin’s anger. “Rather would I die that way than linger in this den,” he cried hotly. “You, who owe your life to me, would send me to such a death without even telling me of what I am accused. Little is there to choose between you and Kepta, after all — except that he was an open enemy!”
Dandtan sprang to his feet, but Trar caught his arm.
“He speaks fairly. Ask
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