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When he has eaten up all that is yours and your kin with it?" "Perhaps," Assha repeated. "I do not think Lurgha will come so again." She shrugged, and the heavy cloak flapped. "That shall be as it shall be, Assha. Now go, for it is not good that any man come hither." Cassca paced back into the heart of the green tunnel, and Ross and McNeil came out of concealment.
That was surely Assha's brown hair, his slender wiry body draped with a Beaker's kilt. A familiar tilt of the head convinced Ross, though he could not see the man's face. The quiet man went down the hall, leaving Assha before a door. As he passed through it Ross sped forward and followed him inside. Assha had crossed the bare room and was standing on a glowing plate in the floor.
Now that Ross had time to examine him more closely he saw the dark bruise on his exposed shoulder, the raw red mark of a burn running across the man's broad chest. He dared to test his surmise concerning the other. "I am of the kin of Assha. We returned to the hill " "Ashe!" Not "Assha" but "Ashe!" Ross, though sure of that pronunciation, was still cautious.
If the man inside revived and pounded for attention, his own friends might think it was Ross and delay investigating. But the escape from the cell was the easiest part of what he planned to do, as Ross well knew. To find Assha and Macna in this maze of rooms occupied by the enemy was far more difficult.
Gurdi and Assha had mingled blood after he pulled Gurdi free from the river in flood. Assha had lost his boat and trade goods in that rescue, so Gurdi had made good his loss this year. Detail by detail he gave the story.
The Lurgha who struck our post, who spoke to you from the air, means you no good " "Aaaah!" wailed Lal. "So do I know, Assha. He is of the blackness and the wandering spirits of the dark!" "Just so.
"Now, Lal, since you speak for Nodren which I believe will greatly surprise him you will continue to tell me of this Wrath of Lurgha from the night skies and what has happened to Sanfra, who was my brother, and those others of my kin. I am Assha, and you know of the wrath of Assha and how it ate up Twist-tooth, the outlaw, when he came in with his evil men.
Of a certainty, Assha was of his own race! Ross blinked at that question. One need only to look upon him to know that he was of trader blood and no uncivilized woodsrunner. How long had he known Assha? Ross shrugged. Assha had come to his father's post the winter before and had stayed with them through the cold season.
The superstitions of the people would lead them to shun both the site of the post and Ashe himself as cursed and taboo. "If the Wrath of Lurgha had struck at Assha, would Assha still live to walk upon this road?" Ashe prodded the ground with the tip of his bowstave. "Yet Assha walks, as you see him; Assha talks, as you hear him. It is ridiculous to answer him with the nonsense of little children "
But you shall say nothing to the men of the village, for this quarrel is between Lurgha and Assha now and not for the meddling of others." He unfastened the rope which bound Lal's arms. Lal reached out a hand to the wolf skin, his eyes filled with wonderment.
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