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Menlik watched Travis flash an acknowledgment to the sentry ahead. "In this way you speak to your men?" "This way I speak." "A thing good and to be remembered. We have the drum, but that is for the ears of all with hearing. This is for the eyes only of those on watch for it. Yes, a good thing. And your people they will meet with us?" "They wait ahead," Travis confirmed.
But now they have no eyes in the sky, and with so many of their men away, they will not patrol too far from camp. I tell you, andas, with these weapons of yours a man could rule a world!" Travis looked at him bleakly. "Which is why they are taboo!" "Taboo?" Menlik repeated. "In what manner are these forbidden? Do you not carry them openly, use them as you wish?
And should they blast any caller the helicopter might carry, Menlik and his riders would accompany them. There it was, just as Menlik had foretold: The wasp from the open country was flying into the hills. Menlik, on his knees, struck flint to steel, sparking the fire they hoped would draw the pilot to a closer investigation.
While they waited for the signals from the peaks, a camp was established and a Mongol dispatched to bring up the rest of the outlaws and all extra mounts. Menlik carried to the Apaches a portion of the dried meat which had been transported Horde fashion under the saddle to soften it for eating. "We do not skulk any longer like rats or city men in dark holes," he told them.
"When we met you, Kaydessa and I, it was outside that valley." Travis was still of two minds about this questioning, but the Tatar camp had been close to the towers and there was a good chance the Mongols had explored them. "And inside were buildings ... very old...." Menlik was fully alert now. He took his wand, played with it as he spoke: "That is, or was, a place of much power, Fox.
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.
"The machine which held us so was broken," Travis replied with a portion of the truth, and Menlik sucked in his breath. "The machines, always the machines!" he cried hoarsely. "A thing which can sit in a man's head and make him do what it will against his will; it is demon sent! There are other machines to be broken, Apache." "Words will not break them," Travis pointed out.
"But this I do know, man who calls himself Fox, if we do not make a common cause, then we have no hope of going against the Reds. It will be for them as a man crushing fleas." He brought his hand down on his knee in emphatic slaps. "So ... and so ... and so!" "This do I think also," Travis admitted. "So let us both hope that all men will be as wise as we," Menlik said, smiling.
Menlik clawed at the trunk of a wind-twisted mountain tree, pulled himself to his feet, and stood swaying as might a man long ill and recovering from severe exertion. Insensibly both sides drew apart, leaving a space between Tatar and Apache. The faces of the Amerindians were grim, those of the Mongols bewildered and then harsh as they eyed their late opponents with dawning reason.
What could a handful of primitively armed and almost primitively minded Terrans do now if they had to dispute Topaz with the Baldies? "Beyond this " Menlik worked his way to the very lip of a drop, raising a finger cautiously "beyond this we do not go."
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