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Their main article of commerce was, however, a sea-dwelling creature whose supple and well-tanned hide formed their defensive armor and served manifold other uses. This could only be hunted by men trained and fearless enough to brave more than one danger Torgul did not explain in detail. And a cargo of such skins brought enough in trade to keep a normal-sized fleet-clan for a year.
He drew his lips tight, displaying those same teeth, wondering for one startled moment if he should take the Rover's query literally. "Vistur! Vistur!" More than one voice called. One of the crew took a step or two forward. Like Torgul, he was tall and heavy, his over-long arms well muscled. There were scars on his forearms, the seam of one up his jaw.
There was a snarling from the Rovers; and Ross, knowing their temper, was afraid he could not save the captives which they considered, fairly, their legitimate prey. He must depend upon the hope that there were one or two cooler heads among them with enough authority to restrain the would-be avengers. Otherwise he would have to beam them into helplessness. "Torgul!" he shouted.
Ross waved vigorously, but no hand replied from the skiff. Though it came steadily onward, the three cruisers its apparent goal. "Karara!" Ross called. Then side by side with Tino-rau were two wet heads, two masked faces showing as the swimmers trod water Karara and Loketh. "Drop ropes!" Ross gave that order as if he rather than Torgul commanded.
Torgul advanced but not too near. "To speak concerning those who are your prisoners." "So be it." The Captain bowed. "The Great Ones' will is our will; let it be as they wish." Return to the Battle Ross lay listening to the even breathing from across the cabin. He had awakened in that quick transference from sleep to consciousness which was always his when on duty, but he made no attempt to move.
"The Sea Maid has told us that this ship sits on the bottom of the harbor. If we could board it " began Torgul. "Yes!" Vistur brought his fist down against the end of the bunk on which the Terran still sat, jarring the dull, drug-borne pain in Ross's head. "Take it then turn it against its crew!" There was an eagerness in all Rover faces.
That Torgul was groping for a plan and that it had to be a shrewd one, the Terran guessed. His respect for the Rover commander had been growing steadily since their first meeting. The cruiser-raiders had always been captained by the most daring men of the Rover clans.
Who enters that gate must have more force than any we now know." "And you, too, then have a score to settle with the Foanna?" "We have a score against the Foanna, or against their magic," Torgul admitted. "Three ships one island fairing are gone as if they never were! And those who went with them are of our fleet-clan.
And even with the gill-pack he could not swim back to where he had been taken. There were no guideposts in the sea. But a longer acquaintance with Torgul might be helpful. "Kyn Add then, Captain." He made the next move to prove equality and establish himself with this Rover, seating himself at the table as one who had the right to share the Captain's quarters. Death at Kyn Add
He wedged his flippers into his belt, pulled on over his feet the covers of salkar-hide Torgul had provided. Save for his belt, his trunks, and the gill-pack, Ross's body was bare and the cold caught at him. But, slinging the carry net over his shoulder, he dropped to the damp sand and stood listening.
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