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Updated: June 10, 2025
The guards were reluctant to open the refinery building gates to Jason, and there was much rattling of keys and worried looks. A brace of elderly D'zertanoj, stinking of oil fumes, emerged from the interior and joined in a shouted argument with Edipon whose will finally prevailed.
Edipon stood by a table, tapping his fingers nervously on the dark polished surface. "Lock him up," he ordered the guards, and Jason was secured to a sturdy ringbolt that projected from the wall. As soon as the guards were gone he stood before Jason and drew his knife. "Tell me what you know or I will kill you at once." "My past is an open book to you, Edipon.
Yet I'll bet you that I can describe fairly accurately what is in there not from seeing the machinery, but from knowing what must be done to oil in order to get the products you need. Do you want to hear?" "Proceed," Edipon said, sitting on a corner of the table and balancing the knife loosely in his palm.
I come from a land where we know all the secrets of nature " "What is the name of this land? Are you a spy from Appsala?" "I couldn't very well be one since I have never heard of the place." Jason pulled at his lower lip, wondering just how intelligent Edipon was, and just how frank he could be with him.
If he does not, I will have the pleasure of killing him because I do not like his revolutionary ideas." They marched single file to a locked and guarded building with immense doors, which were pulled open to reveal the massive forms of seven caroj. "Look at them," Edipon hissed and tugged at his nose.
Jason's words were without meaning to the slaves as well as the overseer who was raising his whip for another blow, but their impact on Edipon was as dramatic as if he had stepped on a hot coal. He shuddered to a halt and wheeled about, and even at this distance Jason could see that a sickly gray tone had replaced his normal browned color of his skin. "Stop the wheel!" he shouted.
The D'zertanoj seemed to never have experienced a night attack before, which they apparently thought this was, and did an incredible amount of rushing about and shouting. Matters were not helped by the burning building nor the unconscious form of Edipon that was carried from the blaze.
Jason looked on astounded as Edipon did a little jig around the room, holding his robe up above his bony knees. Bouncing with excitement he jabbed his knife into the table top and rushed over to Jason and grabbed him by the shoulders, shaking him until his chain rattled. "Do you know what you have done?" he asked. "Do you know what you have said?" "I know well enough.
"Edipon," the ancient said as, uninsulted, he put the drinking apparatus back into the basket. "What is it that you want within reason that is? We always need slaves and we are always willing to trade." "I want slave you got. I trade you two for one." The seated man smiled coldly from behind the shelter of his nose.
Edipon gave him one look, then turned away dabbing at his nose. It was obvious that slaves held no interest for him, no matter what their position had been before their fall. The slave-driver ran over with a roar, raising his whip, while the slow rotation of the wheel carried Jason away. He shouted back over his shoulder. "Listen to me I know a lot and can help you."
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