Tende put down her head. "Yes, Master," she said.

Bila Huruma smiled.

Tende did not raise her head. "My master has conquered me." she said.

"Excellent," said Bila Huruma.

"Please, great Ubar," begged Tende, suddenly lifting her head, tears in her eyes, "do not do harm to my master, Kisu."

"Be silent, Slave!" snapped Kisu.

"Yes, Master," she wept.

"You are now only a worthless slave, Tende," said Msaliti. "If my Ubar chooses to take you to please his senses, he will. Otherwise he will not."

"Yes, Master," she said.

"I have many slaves," said Bila Huruma, "and many of them are more beautiful than you. On your belly."

"Yes, Master," said Tende, frightened.

"Now crawl back to your master," said Bila Huruma.

"Yes, Master," said Tende.

There were some two hundred askaris in the room, and Msaliti and Bila Huruma. Kisu and I stood facing him, Kisu with a spear in hand. Ayari was behind us, and to the left. The girls in the coffle were now all awake. The dark-haired girl could not rise to her feet for her ankles were tied. Alice and Janice, however, were on their feet. Too, the blond-haired girl, who had been the leader of the talunas, was on her feet, where she was tethered, the strap going through the drilled stone at her feet. Turgus, in his gag, and bound hand and foot, lay on his side.

"Let us fight!" called Kisu to Bila Huruma.

Tende lay on her belly at his feet.

"We did not expect to see you again," I said.

"I fought my way through," said Bila Huruma. "I retain two hundred and ten men, three galleys and four canoes."

"I salute your generalship, and your indomitable will," I said. "You did well."

"Let us fight!" called out Kisu, lifting and clutching his raider's spear.

"Who is that fellow?" asked Bila Huruma.

"Kisu, the rebel of Ukungu," said Msaliti. "You saw him once in your court, kneeling before you in chains. It was at much the same time that you first saw, too, Mwoga, the high wazir of Aibu, chieftain of Ukungu. He discussed with you at that time, if your recall, my Ubar, the girl, Tende, daughter of Aibu, she who was to have been companioned to you, she who now lies upon her belly, a slave, at his feet."

"Ah, yes. I recall," said Bila Huruma. He looked at Kisu. "The one with the size and temper of a kailiauk," he said.

"Yes," said Msaliti.

"Prepare to do battle," said Kisu to Bila Huruma.

"Our war is done, and you have lost," said Bila Huruma. "My war is not done, while I still have the strength to clutch a spear," said Kisu grimly.

"There are over two hundred askaris, Kisu," I said.

"Do battle with me singly, if you dare," called Kisu to Bila Huruma.

"Ubars," I pointed out to Kisu, "seldom see much point In engaging in single combat with common soldiers."

"I am Mfalme of Ukungu!" said Kisu.

"You were deposed," I said. "With all due respect, Kisu, you are not of sufficient political importance to warrant a duel with a Ubar."

"Appoint me again Mfalme of Ukungu," said Kisu to Bila Huruma, "if you find that necessary."

"Really, Kisu," said Ayari.

"What sign have you seen of Shaba?" inquired Bila Huruma.

"Like yourself, doubtless, only his galley. We, too, search for him."

"I do not think he is far," said Bila Huruma.

"That is my hope," I said.

"Where is the golden chain I gave you in my chambers?" asked Bila Huruma.

"In the supplies, in our canoe," I said.

"No longer," he said. He gestured to an askari, who threw me the chain.

"I thought I would find you here," said Bila Huruma. "I recognized the chain."

"Thank you, Ubar," I said. I again looped the chain about my neck.

"Fight!" challenged Kisu.

"I seek Shaba," said Bila Huruma. "I do not wish to be distracted by this brash malcontent."

"Fight!" cried Kisu, shaking the raider's spear.

"I could be behind the guard of that clumsy weapon in a moment," said Bila Huruma to Kisu. "Why do you think I adopted the stabbing spear for my soldiers?

"We have such weapons!" cried Kisu. We had two such weapons. Ayari held one. The other was behind in the canoe.

"Do you know their techniques," asked Bila Huruma, "their utilities and tricks, the subtleties of their play?

"No," said Kisu. "But I will fight you anyway!"

"You are a strong man, and a good and brave man, Kisu," I said, "but Bila Huruma and his men are trained fighters. Desist in your madness."

"If I slay Bila Huruma," said Kisu, "I slay the empire."

"That is highly unlikely," I said. "The empire, like gold, is valuable. Should it fall from the hand of one man it would likely be seized up by the hand of another."

"I do not choose to meet you in battle," said Bila Huruma. "And if you attack me, then I must either slay you or have you slain."

"He is a trained fighter, Kisu," I said. "Do not fight him."

"What am I to do?" asked Kisu.

"My recommendation," said Ayari, "would be to stab him when he is not looking, or perhaps to poison his palm wine."

"I cannot do such things," cried Kisu. "What then am I to do?"

"Put up your spear," I told him.

With a cry of rage he drove the butt of the spear down on the stone.

We all, all in that room, regarded Kisu.

He stood there, the butt of the spear on the stone, the blade over his head. He held the spear under the blade, his hands over his head. His head was down. His shoulder shook. He wept. Tende crept to his feet and kissed him, sobbing, too.

"Why do you seek Shaba?" asked Bila Huruma.

"Doubtless for the same reason you, too, seek him," I said.

Msaliti twitched nervously at the side of Bila Huruma. "We have come far, great Ubar," he said. "We have endured many hardships and dangers. These few men constitute but one last obstacle in your path. We outnumber them considerably. Clear them away. Give orders to your askaris to do away with them."

Bila Huruma looked at me. For the moment he seemed lost in thought.

"Bila Huruma," we heard. The voice came from the height of the stairs behind me, and to my left, that leading to a higher level in the building, an open court, which lay above us.

We all looked to the height of the stairs.

There, in blue rags, yet standing proudly, was a scribe.

"I am Bila Huruma," said the Ubar.

"That is known to me," said the scribe. He looked about, down at us. "Is one called Tarl Cabot among you?" he asked.

"I am he," I said.

Msaliti reacted suddenly. It was a name, apparently, not unknown to him. His hand darted to the hilt of the dagger sheathed at his hip, but he did not draw the weapon.

"I will take you to Shaba," said the scribe.

53

The Battle; Blood And Steel; We Survive

"I had hoped that you would follow," said Shaba. "When you were put upon the rogues' chain I feared it might be the end of you. I cannot tell you how overjoyed I am to find that you are here."

Shaba, drawn and worn, lay upon a couch, blankets behind his head. His left arm seemed useless and he was haggard with disease.

"Then," said I, "remove these manacles in which I have been placed." The scribe had led us through the city, ascending and descending streets, making our way through various buildings, following various ancient avenues, flanked by the ruins of what must once have been an impressive grandeur. Bila Huruma and I had followed the scribe most closely. Then had come the members of our various parties. Kisu had kept our girls, with the exception of Tende, in coffle. We had unbound the ankles of the dark-haired girl and of Turgus. We had kept them gagged. The neck rope of Turgus had been in the keeping of Ayari. Then we had come, more than two hundred of us, to a fortresslike ruin, on a raised level. We had been requested to wait within the ancient threshold, which had once held a gate. Shaba's men had, to some extent, refortified the ruin, placing stones within the threshold. so that only one man at a time might enter. Too, between the edges of the walls, over the stones, they had erected a barrier of lashed poles. Shaba had still with him some fifty men. While the rest of our two parties, including Bila Huruma, had waited within the threshold, I was conducted across the broad stone court to its center, where, on a huge stone couch, of ancient design, lay Shaba. Before being allowed to approach him closely Shaba's men, ringing me with spears, placed me in manacles, locking my hands behind my back. It was thus that I stood now before the geographer of Anango.