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For two hours as lively a couple of hours as ever were passed within the laboratory Gus lay low behind the far bench and enjoyed the afternoon's performance far more than Grim. The green powder underwent some weird experiments, each of the quintette availing himself of Grim's knowledge and test-tubes and acid-bottles with the utmost freedom.
Wilson waxed eloquent on Grim's defects from a poet's standpoint. "Your hair is as stiff as any hair-brush; you can't deny you're short and a trifle beefy; and was ever a poet made out of your material and fighting weight?" "That isn't criticism," said Grim, angrily. "No," said Wilson, bitterly. "I don't pretend to that. They are a few surface observations only.
So the sons were sent for, and when they met Onund Treefoot they all joined together and had Grim's doings closely watched. In the summer there was a beer-brewing at Grim's for a jarl named Audun, whom he had invited. When Onund and the sons of Ondott heard of it, they appeared at his house unexpectedly and set fire to it. Grim the Hersir and about thirty men were burnt in the house.
You know him?" "Surely. He would pay me a thousand pounds for it." "May Allah change his face! He only offered me five hundred!" "You have seen him already, then?" Grim asked. "I don't believe you! When did you see him?" "On the way up here. He stopped my cab to speak to me at the foot of the hill." I began to see the drift of Grim's purpose.
"He rests at the treasury of Pharaoh," said I, hoping that as Narayan Singh and I both stood exactly in front of him he might not catch sight of Grim's movements in the valley below. "How did he enter Petra without my leave?" he demanded. I took a long pause, for that was an awkward question. I could not very well admit that Grim had seized and imprisoned his watchmen.
Hilary took careful aim at a flier almost directly overhead and fired. He could have sworn he hit it, but nothing happened. Grim's dynol pistol flamed redly nearby. The tracer pellet scorched upward, impacted, against the hull of a flier. There was a faint detonation, and the next instant the air was full of flying fragments. "Got that one," he said softly. Hilary was conscious of a faint envy.
"Grim, where are you?" "Here." Strange how tranquil he sounded. A scarecrow of a figure arose almost at his right from a smoldering bush, a giant clothed in smoking rags. In the strange illumination of the search beams he seemed the wraith of a scarecrow. "Thank God you're alive," Hilary croaked. "The others...?" Grim's practised eyes counted. "About fifty left," he said, "just one half."
Grim's dynol bullets whined in their passage, spattered the laboratory with flying blobs of flesh. They did terrible execution. Hilary's automatic spat its leaden hail. But the Mercutians were entrenched now behind tables, machinery, whatever cover they could find.
There came a time, months later, when she understood Grim's peculiar altruism and respected it, but she was a long way just then from admiring him. "You force me," she said. "Name your terms." "Well, then, suppose we speak of Ali Higg to begin with. Is his temper uneven? Is there any way to catch him in a specially good humor?" "He's the most even-tempered man I know," she laughed.
Narayan Singh grew as nervous as a hen in the presence of snakes, for he foresaw how Grim's star would surely wane from the moment any such woman as Ayisha should establish a claim on him; and he did not quite realize the full extent of Grim's resourcefulness in making the most of a situation. Old Ali Baba's advice, on the other hand, was just what he would have given to any of his sons.
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