If Kir-Noz had given all forty of the watching warriors an electric shock they could hardly have been more startled. Gasps and murmurs of astonishment and what sounded like oaths rose from all around the circle. The tall warrior named Nris-Pol grimaced. «That is a poor jest, Kir-Noz. There is no human life in the Beyond. If this-thing-is a being indeed from the Beyond, then we shall not treat it as a warrior according to the War Wisdom. We shall call in a master to administer it, as if it were one of the Low People.» He turned to one of his men. «Go, use the far-speaker, and call the First Master.» The man was turning to leave, when Kir-Noz raised his voice to a roar.

«Hold, you fools! I was First on the Ground today, and I have been a warrior of the First Rank longer than any I see here. Certainly longer than that wind-filled bag Nris-Pol! You shall stay and hear me, and you shall not depart without my leave or I will speak to the Council of Wisdom about you. And indeed the War Wisdom is sacred, and the council's way with those who violate it is short, as you will discover if you do not hold your tongue!»

There was more strength in Kir-Noz's voice than Blade had thought could be left in his whole body. The warriors of the circle stopped dead at his words-even Nris-Pol. In the silence Kir-Noz went on. «This man is not a warrior of another tower sent to our Waste Land in violation of the War Wisdom, for he has skills in war that no warrior of the Towers of Melnon has ever had in our fifteen generations.»

«All the more reason to kill him, then,» shouted Nris-Pol. «He will corrupt us, lead the candidates astray, into paths contrary to the War Wisdom.»

«Do not be so sure of that, Nris-Pol,» snapped Kir-Noz. «Consider how after he drove me back the first time, he took up a proper sword and beat me with it. One sword, and a short one at that, against my long sword. He defeated me with that, me, Kir-Noz, one hundred and seventeen times victor in the wars.»

«And victor over you, Nris-Pol, in a dozen practice bouts,» someone called out. «When was the last time you beat him, Nris-Pol?» Nris-Pol growled savagely in reply.

Kir-Noz continued. «And then when he had me flat on my back on the ground, he had speech with me, instead of killing me slowly. That means he cannot be one of the Low People who by some chance has learned a warrior's arts. Even one of the Low People of the Tower of the Leopard would never have spared a warrior of another tower. And the Low People of any other tower would have gelded me with a dull knife and plucked out my eyes with their thumbs before slaying me. You know this well, all of you. You have seen what the Low People in their wrath can do.»

«In their rebellion against the Peace Wisdom,» snapped Nris-Pol. «And it proves nothing that this-thing-did not slay you. He would have known that he was in full sight of the warriors of the Tower of the Serpent, and what we would do to him if he slew you. There was no mercy in him, only fear.»

«Nonsense,» snapped Kir-Noz. «Were he one of the Low People, no fear of anything we might do to him would have held him back. His life was already forfeit for escape and for raising his hand against me. What more did he have to lose? You well know how a man with nothing to lose is made desperate and all the more dangerous.»

«Beware, Kir-Noz,» roared Nris-Pol. «You speak too softly of the Low People. Remember what happened to your brother Bryg-Noz before you go on in this fashion.»

«Bryg-Noz was as loyal a keeper of the War and Peace Wisdoms alike as could be found in all of Melnon,» Kir-Noz replied sharply. «You know that well. And you know why he was sent among the Low People. You coveted his position in Queen Mir-Kasa's bed. But I have heard that though-you have his position now, you have not his positions. And Her Splendor is not pleased with that-or with you. Perhaps she will soon find an excuse to send you down among the Low People.»

That string of insults reduced Nris-Pol to incoherent shriekings and stammerings. The other warriors looked on. And Blade could see amusement on the faces of many of them. Kir-Noz's tongue seemed to be as sharp and fast-moving as his swords. As Nris-Pol spluttered away into silence a heavy-set, barrel-chested warrior with gray hair showing under his helmet spoke up.

«All that you say may be wise, Kir-Noz, but do we have time for dealing with the matter at such length now? It lacks but little of the fourth hour, and at the fourth hour we are to meet the warriors of the Tower of the Eagle in the Plain of War. If we spend much more time here talking, we shall not have time to choose a warrior to replace you. Then we must either go forth to have our war with the Eagles with one man less than they, or give up five man-points from the outset for being late. Unless you think you can still fight?»

Kir-Noz shook his head. «My right arm is broken, Pen-Jerg.»

Pen-Jerg shrugged. «Then let us send this man who has defeated you upward and have him kept among the Low People until the day's war is over. We can deal with him more properly at some later time.»

Again Kir-Noz shook his head, this time angrily. «That would be to dishonor and disgrace a man who is certainly a mighty warrior. Shame would take him, take his war skills from him, were we to send him among the Low People.»

«That is true,» said Pen-Jerg. «But is there any other way?»

«Yes,» said Kir-Noz. «I cannot fight today against the Eagles. Let this man fight them in my place. Perhaps he does not understand every word of the War Wisdom. But you all saw him fighting, I think. Would you not say that he has the War Wisdom in his soul?»

Pen-Jerg nodded, and he was not the only one. But Nris-Pol let out another animal growl and shouted. «You are fools to listen to this nonsense! The Eagles-«

«So I speak nonsense, and your fellow chosen warriors of this day are fools? Well, well, Nris-Pol. Would you care to go before the Council of Wisdom and say the same words again?» That shut Nris-Pol up as efficiently as hitting him over the head could have done. Blade could see relief on the faces of most of the warriors in the circle. They had obviously been getting tired of Nris-Pol's snappings and snarlings and bad temper.

Kir-Noz went on briskly. «As Pen-Jerg says, the Eagles will not wait forever. It is in the War Wisdom that if all the warriors of a day's war party choose a new man, he may be exempted from the formal rites. Will you all give your voices for this man?»

«I certainly will,» said Pen-Jerg. «And I urge all of you to do likewise. We all know Kir-Noz to be a man of honor and much knowledge of the War and Peace Wisdoms both. I will not set my judgment up against his in the matter of this man. I choose him to join us, to make up the number of our war party for this day's war with the Eagles.»

«I choose him also,» said a warrior standing next to Pen-Jerg.

«And I!»

«And I also.»

«I do choose him.»

The cries of assent went rapidly around the circle, until it came to be Nris-Pol's turn. Kir-Noz motioned to Blade to bend down, and whispered in his ear. «If he says 'No,' then that is an end to it. I can say nothing for you, since the War Wisdom says the choice must be altogether free.» Blade nodded, but he could not help wondering whether this mass of rules and customs called the War Wisdom really deserved the name. — «War Folly» might be more accurate. And if the «Peace Wisdom» that governed the civil affairs of Melnon was as complex and convoluted, God knows what things must be like inside the towers!

While Blade was considering this, Nris-Pol was considering his vote: It was obvious that the decision was costing him a good deal of effort. Finally he shrugged his shoulders and growled, «Very well. The chaos from Beyond may break into Melnon for this day's work. But I will not stand apart from your folly-for now. I choose this man.»