“I’ve answered them.”
Thayer sighed and shook his head. “You’re different from most, you know that?”
“Each of us is unique.”
“How can you be so calm at a time like this? In forty minutes the King will have you killed?”
“Someone will die,” Rikki said.
“Damn you!” Thayer snapped. “I wish I’d never caught you. You’re nothing but trouble.”
Rikki scrutinized the Spartan’s features. “Do I disturb you?”
“Disturb me? There’s the understatement of the year. Yes, you disturb me. You remind me of a time when I held a higher set of values than I do now. You remind me of when I was a real man, and not second in command to a…” Thayer caught himself, then pressed his forehead to the bars.
“Be careful,” Rikki said with a grin. “You don’t want me to turn you against the King.”
General Thayer failed to appreciate the humor. “Life was so much simpler in Sparta. My duty was clear.”
“You were a military man in Sparta?” Rikki prompted, hoping to learn more about the new city-state.
Thayer nodded. “A captain in the royal bodyguard. Three hundred soldiers, the very best in Sparta, are assigned as bodyguards to the kings.”
“Kings?”
“The Spartan constitution requires two rulers.”
“Then your appointment to the royal bodyguard was quite an honor,” Rikki deduced. “You must have been an outstanding soldier.”
Thayer frowned. “I was, once. My name was engraved on the plaque of distinction. Now it’s been removed, and I am prohibited from returning to Sparta forever. I can’t even use my given name.”
“Thayer is not your real name?”
“No. When a Spartan is banished, he is stripped of his Spartan identity. I took the name Thayer from a book.”
“Was your banishment justified?”
General Thayer glanced at the Warrior in sadness. “Yes,” he said softly.
“My crime was heinous. There was a plot to assassinate one of the kings, and I was on duty with thirty men when the traitors struck. There were over forty of them, all from the lower classes. They crept over one of the palace walls and attempted to kill the king while he slept. One of my men sounded the alarm, and we engaged them.” He smirked. “They were no match for Spartan superiority. We slaughtered them. I was guarding the king’s door with several others, one of whom was my eldest son.” He inhaled loudly, his shoulders slumping.
Rikki waited patiently for the Spartan to continue. Half a minute elapsed.
“One of the traitors shot my son,” Thayer said, his tone laced with sorrow. “That’s when I showed my weakness.”
“Weakness?”
“Yes. I turned away from the king’s door and ran to my son, just as another officer arrived with reinforcements. He saw my breach of discipline and reported my violation of regulations.”
“You were banished because you aided your son?” Rikki asked in surprise.
“I was banished because I deserted my post. My orders were to defend the king with my life, to allow no one to enter his chambers without permission. My post was at that door. And when I saw my son shot, I abandoned my post.”
“Did your son live?”
Thayer shook his head.
“Your punishment was excessive,” Rikki stated.
“My punishment was fair, even lenient,” Thayer said, disagreeing. “The judges could have sentenced me to death. Instead, I was formally sent into exile. I’m not permitted to ever return to Sparta, and my Spartan identity has been stricken from the official records. My disgrace was my own fault.
Spartans are trained from birth to adhere to their duty above all else. I violated our basic credo.”
Rikki digested this information in thoughtful silence. The new Sparta, he reasoned, was remarkably similar to the ancient Sparta. Both, evidently, operated under a rigid military caste system. “Where is Sparta located?” he inquired casually.
“I told you before. I’m not at liberty to say.”
Rikki pursed his lips. “Very well. I suppose it doesn’t matter in the long run.”
Thayer looked at the martial artist. “What do you mean?”
“Does Aloysius the First know Sparta’s location?”
“Of course not. Do you think I’m nuts?” Thayer queried rhetorically.
“I think you are very lonely and extremely miserable.”
General Thayer straightened. “I don’t need your sympathy, Rikki. I brought my fate on myself. I suffered the disgrace of banishment, and I wandered the Outlands for over a year before I signed on with the King. I have no one to blame but myself.”
“And will you blame yourself for Sparta’s destruction?”
“Destruction?”
“Eventually the King will destroy Sparta.”
“He doesn’t even know Sparta’s location. How can he destroy something he can’t find?”
“Aloysius will find Sparta sooner or later.”
“You’re just saying that,” Thayer declared.
“Am I? The King is insane, but his master plan has merit. If he succeeds in rousing every scavenger in the Outlands to his cause, he’ll raise the largest army on the continent. There will be no stopping him.
He’d probably roll right over the Russians. A solitary city-state like Sparta wouldn’t stand a chance.”
“Sparta is well hidden, off the beaten path.”
“Even so, Aloysius will find it. Inevitably, as his power continues to grow, as the territory under his control spreads, he’ll discover Sparta’s location. Once he does, Sparta will fall to the Hounds of Hades.”
“Never!”
“You’re deluding yourself if you think otherwise.”
“But I’m the commander of his army. He wouldn’t conquer my people if I request they be spared.”
“Aloysius wants to be undisputed ruler of the planet,” Rikki observed.
“Do you really believe he would allow Sparta to be independent of his authority?”
General Thayer chewed on his lower lip, his visage troubled. “But he’ll never get that far. Someone is bound to stop him.”
“Don’t let him hear you say that.”
“I’ve never believed his plans for world conquest would succeed,” Thayer remarked. “I’ve never considered him a threat to Sparta.”
“Aloysius is a threat to the entire planet,” Rikki reiterated. “His deranged ambition will inflict suffering on countless lives.”
The Spartan was engrossed in his own musings. “I signed on with the King because I wanted to prove myself. I’ve always known the Hounds will be defeated, sooner or later.”
“You knowingly joined a losing cause?” Rikki queried.
General Thayer glanced at him. “I’d buried my past until you arrived.
Now you’re stirring memories better left forgotten.”
“Why did you come to see me?”
“I was contemplating releasing you,” Thayer divulged. “I could always say you escaped.”
“Will you release me?”
“Not now. I want you out of my life. People like you are dangerous. You inspire others to follow your example of perfection.”
Rikki grinned. “I’m far from perfect.”
The former Spartan eyed the Warrior for a moment. “There’s nothing else to say.” He wheeled and stalked off.
His supple muscles uncoiling, Rikki stood slowly and moved to the door. General Thayer had neglected to close the panel over the barred window, allowing Rikki to see the pair of guards at the end of the corridor.
He saw the officer disappear up the stairs, and the two Hounds exchanged muted words as they apparently discussed the general’s behavior.
Forty minutes, Thayer had said.
Not a lot of time.
Rikki surveyed the holding cell, which contained a toilet facility in the far left corner of the room but was otherwise devoid of furniture and windows to the outside, and came to the conclusion clever measures were called for. He gazed at the guards briefly, then crouched, cupped his hands around his mouth, and uttered a strangled scream. After waiting a bit, he repeated the noise.