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Updated: June 3, 2025
But I warn you, from this day do not ride south!" Menlik turned, the charms on his belt clicking. "So that is the way it is to be, Apache?" "That is the way it shall be, Tatar! We do not ride to war with allies who may turn their knives against our backs because they are slaves to a machine the enemy controls." The Tatar's long, slender-fingered hands opened and closed.
Suddenly Travis was impatient of the ceremonious talking; there was so little time. "Listen, and listen well, Shaman!" He spoke curtly now. "I have not your woman. She is already crossing the mountains southward," he pointed with his chin "leading the Reds into a trap." Would Menlik believe him? There was no need, Travis decided, to tell him now that Kaydessa's part in this affair was involuntary.
But Travis was none too happy to have Deklay in on this. Travis dismounted, letting the pony push forward by himself to dip nose into the pool. "This is," Travis pointed politely with his chin "Menlik, one who talks with spirits.... Hulagur, who is son to a chief ... and Kaydessa, who is daughter to a chief. They are of the horse people of the north." He made the introduction carefully in English.
Menlik, Hulagur, and Kaydessa were riding with Travis, offering him one of their small ponies to hurry the trip. He was still regarded warily by the Tatars, but he did not blame them for their cautious attitude. "Ah " A flicker of light from the point ahead. One ... two ... three flashes, a pause, then two more together. He had been read.
"You know these Reds better than we," Travis counterattacked. "How would you bait it, Son of the Blue Wolf?" "You say Kaydessa is leading the Reds south; we have but your word for that," Menlik replied. "Though how it would profit you to lie on such a matter " He shrugged. "If you do speak the truth, then the 'copter will circle about the foothills where they entered."
And then he knows what lies within their heads, and they know what he would have them do. This is not the way of a master of hounds with his pack!" Again the murmur ran about the camp as one or two translated. Menlik frowned. Then he rammed his sorcerer's wand back into his sash.
"And you?" The shaman asked the question the Apache had hoped to hear. "We," Travis emphasized that, "march now against those hiding behind in their ship out there." He indicated the northern plains. Menlik raised his head, surveying the land about them with disbelieving, contemptuous appraisal. "You are chief then of an army, an army equipped with magic to overcome machines?"
This time there was a flash, a flicker of light, to mark the disappearance of a living thing. One of the lancers' ponies reared, squealed in fear. The other kept on his course. "Menlik!" Travis shouted. "Hold up your man! I do not want to kill!"
But they needed to rid themselves of that spying flyer before they dared to move out into the plain. And to use the destruction of the helicopter as an example, would be the best proof he could give of the invincibility of the new Apache arms. "Under the right conditions," he replied stoutly, "yes." "And those conditions?" Menlik demanded. "That it must be brought within range.
"Whispers which are too low for many ears to distinguish. You can hear them as one hears the buzzing of an insect, but never the words no, never the words! But that is a place of great power!" "A place to explore!" But Menlik watched only his wand. "That I wonder, Fox, truly do I wonder. This is not our world. And here there may be that which does not welcome us." Tricks-in-trade of a shaman?
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