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〃He is always spoken of but never seen；〃 Dirk said slowly。 〃Snail wonder。 Would you display an idiot for your King？〃
Dirk shook his head。 〃But who's been governing the kingdom？〃
〃I have。〃
Dirk whipped around； his laser drawn。 DeCade turned more slowly； with a sardonic smile。
A tapestry swung aside； and Lord Core stepped out into the room； laser in his hand。 He bowed his head in mock greeting； a vindictive smile on his lips。 〃Wele； Lords of the Torn Smocks。 It seems I have anticipated you。〃
DeCade seemed almost amused。 〃You have； but then； it took no great deal of thought to know we would seek the King first。〃
Core frowned； nettled。 〃Nor did it take any great thinking to realize who led these rebels。 But if you were able to guess I would be here to meet you； you were quite foolish to walk into my arms。〃
〃Indeed？〃 DeCade raised his eyebrows politely； glancing at the outlaws behind him。 〃May I inquire as to who has walked into whose trap？〃
Core smiled and gestured。 All around the room； tapestries parted； and fifty armed Lords stepped through； swords in one hand； pistols in the other。
〃My trap； I think；〃 Core murmured； with a gloating smile。
DeCade threw back his head； roaring laughter…and his staff whipped up； lashing out at Core as he fell prone to the floor。 Dirk fell with him； almost before he realized it； and fired his laser as he fell。 A Lord screamed； and went down…and so did twenty others； as a ruby beam lanced upward from every fallen outlaw。 The remaining Lords fired； but DeCade was on his feet again； and so were the outlaws。 Two screamed and went down with burned feet； the others fired again； while the Lords were still burning the carpet…and screaming； as the outlaws' shots burned home。
Then DeCade's staff sent Core's pistol spinning； but the Lord chopped left…handed with his sword。 DeCade parried with his staff and stepped in to close quarters； as the outlaws leaped in to grapple with the remaining Lords； man to man。
Dirk jabbed his man under the breastbone with his knife； yanked it out as the Lord fell with a shriek； and turned to cut his way through to DeCade's side。 He had a certain respect for Core。。。。
DeCade chopped at the Lord's head with his staff； Core blocked the blow with his sword； and DeCade whipped the butt of his staff toward Core's temple。 The Lord ducked and swung his sword up in a vicious stab at DeCade's belly。 DeCade leaned to the side； and the tip of the sword flashed by to tangle in his cloak。 The butt of the staff leaped forward at Core's head again。 Again； Core ducked； but the staff dipped down with him and caught him under the chin。 He slammed back against the wall； dazed。 A huge hand caught him on the rebound； caught him by the throat； and squeezed。 Core choked； his eyes cleared； and he whipped a dagger from a sheath at the small of his back； stabbed DeCade's side。 DeCade twisted； but the knife slashed his chest open。 Snarling with pain； he caught the Lord's knife hand； twisting it sharply。 Core screamed as bone cracked； and the knife clattered to the floor。 DeCade spat with contempt and flung Core into the four…poster bed。 The idiot screamed and clawed at Core； trying to get away from him。 Core slapped him across the mouth with a snarl； the King fell back； dazed； and Core rolled from the bed； a new laser appearing from his boot； centered on DeCade。
The giant stepped back； alert and watchful。 Core smiled； gloating； and stepped toward him。
Dirk's dagger drove into his side。
Core screamed and whirled about； his pistol spraying fire； but Dirk had dropped to one knee。 He caught the Lord's wrist as it went by overhead； and twisted； the pistol dropped to the floor； and Core screamed again。 Dirk yanked out the dagger as he leaped to his feet； stabbed home again； into Core's chest； then again as the Lord fell； and again； and again。 〃For my mother； who died from the lack of your medicine。 。。。 For my father； who died from your scourge。 。。。 For my sister； who fled from your lust。 。。。 For the year that I spent hiding from your hounds； hiding and starving。 。。。 For the…〃
A hand caught his wrist on the upswing。 Dirk whipped about； snarling 。。。 and stared up into DeCade's impassive face。
〃You butcher dead meat；〃 said the giant。
Dirk stared up at him； reason slowly returning。 He turned to look down at Core。
The Lord was a fountain of blood； a dozen red mouths pumping life from his chest。 Dirk raised his eyes； Core's eyes were dull； glazed； his mouth twisted in a last agony of humiliation。
〃He is dead；〃 Dirk muttered； scarcely able to believe it。 Slowly he rose； eyes still on the corpse。 〃He's always been there； as long as I can remember…my nemesis； looming up； deadly； at the center of creation； his shadow darkening my world； preventing me from doing anything good。。。〃
〃So they all have been； to all of us；〃 DeCade rumbled。 〃Believe it； Dulain； and know peace in the depths of your heart： he is dead。〃
And finally。 Dirk began to believe it。
At last he raised his eyes； realizing that the chamber was quiet。 The outlaws stood； silently watching him…ten of them。 The other ten lay dead with the Lords； in the carpet of blood。 Dirk looked at the living； at their set； brooding faces； and realized each man saw himself in Dirk； at that moment。
Tiny in the stillness； there was whimpering。
CHAPTER 15
Dirk turned slowly； frowning。 The idiot King was huddled into a ball at the head of the bed； his beard filled with spittle； his lips flecked with foam。 His eyes were blank with terror。 Disgust welled up in Dirk…and the beginning of a vast guilt。
〃There is no time for pity；〃 DeCade rumbled。 〃They fight in the courtyard below。 Quickly！ Take this poor hunk of flesh； bind his arms and bring him with us。〃
The idiot huddled himself tighter against the headboard； hands in his mouth； mewling。
Dirk frowned。 〃Why？ Can't we leave the poor thing alone？〃
DeCade shook his head。 〃Idiot he may be； but he is nonetheless King。 Do you not know what kings are； Outworlder？ They are symbols； most powerful ones。 Show a symbol in chains； and the men who fight for it fight as though they； too； were weighed down by chains。〃
Dirk closed his eyes； nodding； and three outlaws laid hands on their King； to bind his arms and pull him to his feet。 They handled him as gently as they could。 Dirk noticed； he wondered whether it was from the dimmed aura of royalty that still clung to him； or from sympathy。
Then they were rushing down the hallway to keep up with DeCade's long strides； half…carrying the poor idiot。 As Dirk caught up with him； DeCade said over his shoulder； 〃Summon your ships。 Tell them to land just outside the castle walls and fire a shot over the battlements。〃
Dirk stared up at him in surprise。 Then he shrugged and took off his rope belt。 〃It's your party。〃 He contacted the ship and relayed the message。 All the Captain said was； 〃Copied； and in execution。 End contact。〃
They strode on through hallways eerily deserted。 〃Did they leave none to guard their keep？〃 DeCade growled； glancing suspiciously from side to side。