"Assist me," I said to the two fellows loyally with Aemilianus.
"Go," said Aemilianus. "I will stay here."
"I shall carry him, or you shall support him," I said to the two fellows. "Who are you?" asked Aemilianus.
Just then there was a cry from above, and the huge stone, forced from its place by spear butts, rolled down into the covered way. At the same time the great head drew back.
"Stop!" cried Aemilianus, but his two fellows had seized him, one by each arm, and, putting his arms about their shoulders, hurried him toward the east corridor.
I looked up and saw some four or five Cosians creep through the opening at the height of the artificial hill.
I backed toward the eastern corridor.
"It is dark here," said one of the Cosians.
But two men pushed past him, squinting into the dim covered way, from the height of the hill within the gate.
I heard the sound of mallets on wood behind me, heavy blows.
"Do not let them escape!" called a Cosian pointing downward.
"Take them from the sides!" I shouted, as though to men ensconced in an ambuscade.
The ten or twelve Cosians now through the gate crouched down, suddenly, arrested, looking wildly about.
I then backed quickly through the portal of the eastern corridor.
As I did so the final blows were struck at the props supporting the scaffolding of masonry and with a tumble of dust and stone the rocks fell.
I had hardly gone ten paces down the corridor, following the others, when I heard the rubble of masonry being torn away from the outside. Undefended I did not think it would take them more than a few Ehn to open a passage through it. In an Ihn or two I had caught up with the others, Aemilianus, the two fellows supporting him, and the two who had waited behind to block the passage. Suddenly swords were drawn for men blocked the passage, come doubtless from the walls.
Those men I saw, however, did not wear the blue of Cosians regulars but only armloads of blue.
"Ho, lads!" I called to them. "Behold the glint of gold!"
I took from the pouch I wore golden coins. These were the coins which had belonged to the former Lady Publia when she was free, when she could still own things. I had relieved her of the burden of their weight in the cell. She had intended to use them to bargain for her life with Cosians, begging to purchase it from them, even at the frightful cost of Gorean bondage. I then cast the coins behind the fellows, and to my left, into a side passage.
"Gold or steel?" I inquired.
"Why not both?" asked a man, stepping forward.
Then he was dead in the corridor.
"Gold," said one of his fellows, grinning. Then he, and the others with him, backed down the passage down which I had flung the coins. Then, in a moment, they had turned, and were scrambling in the dim light for them.
I wiped my blade on the tunic of the fellow who had opposed us.
"You are not Marsias," said one of the men with us.
"No," I said. I also relieved the fellow of the contents of his purses. He had carried three.
One of the men with us closed the door of the passage down which I had flung the coins.
In a place such as the citadel, under the conditions of war, one is normally very careful about closed doors. One usually either opens them very carefully, or flings or kicks them open, standing back from them, waiting. One does not burst through. One does not know what is on the other side.
"Let us continue," said another man.
"I smell smoke," said one of the fellow, supporting Aemilianus.
"There are looters behind us," said the other.
There was a movement in a side passage.
"Wait," I said. A fellow there swiftly leapt up from a naked woman, one with richly blotched skin and helplessly erected nipple.
"Kneel," he said to her.
She scrambled to her knees.
Her eyes were wild. She could not move her hands together. They were held apart, by her waist. The current position of her left hand was just about her left hip, and of her right hand, just above the right hip. A single narrow cord bound her. The tie is accomplished as follows: One wrist is tightly encircled by the cord and bound within it, about eighteen inches in from one end of the cord. The longer length of the same cord is then taken about her belly and the other wrist is then tied within it, on the other side of her body, leaving some eighteen inches of cord on the other side of the tie. The cord is then drawn back about her belly and the two free ends tied together behind her back, this being done in such a way that the bond is quite snug. The result is that her hands are held apart, on opposite sides of her body, and that neither hand can reach a knot, either at a wrist or behind the back. This tie, it might be noted, positions a girl's hands quite near areas of likely predation by a captor. But, too, because of it, she finds that she is absolutely incapable of interfering with any attentions to which he chooses to subject her. The waist tie, too, of course, in a female, given her marvelous beauty, the flaring excitements of her hips and breasts, cannot be slipped. It is a common capture tie. She looked up at us, gasping. A circular, overlapping pin had been spread and one end inserted through her septum, drawn through and allowed to spring back, forming a nose ring. From this dangled a looped, closed cord, the loop about eighteen inches in length.
The fellow, crouching, now faced us, sword drawn. "I took her fairly," he said. She squirmed in the bonds.
"Was she a free woman?" I asked.
"Yes," he said.
"Did she submit herself to you?" I asked.
"Yes," he said.
"Keep her," I said. "Of what interest to us is a slave?"
We then continued on our way. "There is light at the end of the hall," I said. "The gate is open there."
"That is the gate to the landing, and thence to the walkway, leading to the piers," said one of the men.
I did not think about it at the time, but if he had thought me of Ar's Station I do not think he would have said this. I would have known it.
I suspect now that more than one of these fellows suspected who I might be. "You should have left me to die by the gate," said Aemilianus.
"Would you not rather die in the sunlight," I asked, "in the fresh air, under the blue sky, the clouds, in sight of the harbor, the river?"
"I would rather die in sight of the walls of Ar," he said, "that I might spit upon them."
"The reinforcements were never intended to arrive," I said.
"Let us continue on," said the fellow, he who had also spoken earlier. "I hear the press of pursuers."
"I hear women and children," said another.
"It is shame that I should die before them," said Aemilianus. "Leave me here, that I may for a time, while I can hold a sword, detain our pursuers." "Bring him along," I said, and continued toward the gateway.
"And who are you?" asked a fellow.
"One, at least," I said, "who may be thinking a bit more clearly than others this afternoon."
"And why should that be?" asked a man.
"Perhaps I was better fed," I said.
18 The Landing
"Hail, Captain!" called the young fellow with the crossbow, near the gate leading out onto the landing, from which a walkway gave access, across a stretch of harbor water, some two hundred yards in width, to the piers. Beyond the piers, and beyond the wall of rafts, chained together, with which they had closed the harbor, the Cosians had their ships, five of them. In the harbor, within the wall of rafts, there was the burned wreckage of ships, and in some places masts emerged from the water, of ships of Ar's Station, burned in port. "Hail, Captain!" called others, lifting their swords.