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Updated: June 25, 2025
"Now the tower weapons!" Buck answered the report with an imperative order to Travis. And the other knew he could no longer postpone the inevitable. And only by action could he blot out the haunting mental picture of Kaydessa once more drawn into the bondage she so hated. Flanked by Jil-Lee and Buck, he climbed back through the tower window and faced the glowing pillar.
Had the shaman retreated so far along the road to his past that he now believed in his own supernatural powers? Or was this to impress his watching followers? "You call upon your spirits for aid, Menlik? But the Apache has the companionship of the ga-n. Ask of Kaydessa: Who hunts with the Fox in the wilds?" Travis' sharp challenge stopped that wand in mid-air. Menlik's head swung to the girl.
He was giving her the English equivalent of his tribal name. "Apaches." She tried to repeat the word with the same accent he had used. "And what are Apaches?" "Indians Amerindians," he explained. "But you have not answered my question, Kaydessa. Why do you run from your own people?" "Not from my people," she said, shaking her head determinedly. "From those others.
"Let us finish this quickly!" His voice came out on a rough note. This plan had never had his full approval. Now he found it less and less easy to think about taking Kaydessa into the ship, allowing the emotional torment lurking there to work upon her.
Yet Kaydessa had had wit enough to take his knife! Could this be another case where one race was less affected by a mind machine than the other? Just as the Apaches had not been governed by the Red caller, so the Tatars might not be as sensitive to the Redax. "She is a strong one, that woman one worth many ponies." Eskelta reverted to the old measure of a wife's value. "That is true!"
There was that in the shaman's narrowed green eyes which suggested that if Hulagur did in fact lead these fighting men, he had an advisor of determination and intelligence behind him. "This is Menlik." Kaydessa did not push past the men to the fireside, but her voice carried. Hulagur growled at his sister, but his admonition made no impression on her, and she replied in as hot a tone.
Travis thought that if he moved Kaydessa farther away from that point, sooner or later they would be out of range and she would awake from the knockout, free again. Although she was not light, he could manage to carry her for a while. So burdened, Travis started on, with the coyotes scouting ahead. He speedily discovered that he had set himself an ambitious task.
"But they are not governed by a machine!" Kaydessa cut in. "They are free!" Menlik frowned at the girl. "Woman, this is a matter for warriors. Keep your tongue silent between your jaws!" She stamped one foot, standing with her fists on her hips. "I am a Daughter of the Blue Wolf. And we are all warriors men and women alike so shall we be as long as the Horde is not free to ride where we wish!
Listen, Fox, I ask this of you I, Kaydessa, who am eldest daughter to the Khan for you are like unto us, a warrior and a brave man, that I believe. It may be that you cannot be governed by their machine, for you have not rested under their spell, nor are of our blood.
Tsoay took a share of their rations and refused the company of the coyotes. Travis realized that for all his seeming ease with the animals, the younger scout had little more liking for them than Deklay and the others back at the rancheria. Tsoay went at dawn, aiming at the pass. Travis sat down beside Kaydessa.
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