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ch operations of doubtful utility over there。
Still； the blue…robed wizard did not appear entirely unhappy when this subject came up for discussion。 He had the air of holding good news in reserve； and； sure enough； at his earliest good chance he announced it。
〃Sire； I am pleased to be able to report that my private project has achieved a measure of success。〃
〃What other project？〃 The ducal brow creased with a slight frown。 〃Oh。 You are speaking now of。。。 of what you spoke to me about last night in secret。〃
〃Exactly so； sire。〃 The wizard bowed； a small dip with an air of triumph。 〃We now have reason to hope that Mars himself is soon going to e directly to our aid。 Then； what will our rivals have gained from their paltry success in raising the Horde？〃
〃By the Great Worm Yilgarn。〃 Duke Fraktin was indubitably impressed。 But he was suddenly somewhat worried as well。 〃Do you think； Blue…Robes； that such a raising is。。。 the god？ Mars？ Are you sure you're serious？〃
〃Oh； entirely serious； sire。〃
A hundred people or more might be watching； even if probably none of them were close enough at the moment to hear。 The Duke made himself smile。 〃Do you think it entirely wise？〃
At this the wizard began to look downcast； he had surely been expecting more enthusiasm from his master。 He was somewhat relieved when their talk was interrupted。 A closeranked body of men had surrounded； and were now bringing into the Duke's presence a man who （it was reported） insisted on speaking to the Duke himself； who swore that he had been within the past day inside the beseiged castle； and who claimed to know a way by which it would be possible to enter secretly with a body of armed men。
Presently； after the man was thoroughly searched； and tested for magical powers； the Duke confronted trim。 〃Well？ Spit it out； fellow。〃
The fellow before him was poorly garbed； and young； with a lean； hunted look。 〃My name is Kaparu； Your Grace。 I have worked as an agent of Queen Yambu in the past； but I'll be pleased to work for a prince as well…known for generosity as yourself instead。〃
Throughout the whole morning the fighting continued with scarcely an interruption。 What small pauses there were resulted not from any weariness or unwillingness on the part of the inhuman mob that tried to swarm upon the walls； but from their need for new ladders； as numbers of the old ones burned or broke under the impact of rock or fire or molten lead。 And even when the fighting ebbed for a time； the howling of the Horde went on without pause。 The volume of sound did not seem to diminish much with their necessarily diminishing numbers。
As Mark came down from the roof to the level of the top of the outer walls； he heard a stalwart swordsman mutter： 〃We have cut down thousands of them； and yet still they e。〃 The man was not exaggerating。
Presently Mark was making his way across the crowded main courtyard of the castle； passing hastily arranged stockpiles of supplies； tethered animals； a row of moaning wounded being cared for。 He had e down from the roof with Dame Yoldi's permission； in response to a wave from Barbara。 A longer break in the fighting than any previous had set in； and the magicians of Yambu had even summoned the Horde back from the walls； out of reach of fire and hurled rock； till more ladders could be got ready。 Inside the castle； those who had borne the burden of the battle were being relieved now； wherever possible； for food and rest。 Still it seemed to Mark that the yard was crowded mostly with nonbatant refugees； all of whom seemed to be muttering plaints that too many others had been let in。 Mark heard several people assuring others that whatever food supplies Sir Andrew had available could not possibly be enough to see this crowd through a long seige。
Mark repeated this saying to his old panions； when he came to the place against a damp…stoned wall where Barbara； and now Ben as well； were waiting for him。
Barbara sat leaning against the wall； but Ben was standing； as if his nerves and muscles were still on alert； tuned to too high a pitch to let him rest。 He was not tall； but neither was he as short as his thick build sometimes made him look。 The mismatched breastplate and helmet he had scrounged somewhere now gave him an almost clownish look。
Looking at Barbara； Ben laughed tiredly。 〃I only hope we have the chance to try out a long seige。 I think we'd like it better than。。。〃 He didn't finish； but let himself slump back against the wall； and then slide down till he was sitting beside her。
Now Mark could see Nestor； swordless at the moment but still wearing most of his new armor； picking his way wearily across the crowded court toward them。
Nestor said nothing until he had e up to where they were； and had let himself down with a great sigh； that seemed to have in it all the exhaustion of war。 He tipped his head back and kept it that way； gazing up into the gray sky which dropped a little rain from time to time。 Only occasionally did he lower his gaze to look at any of his panion。
〃The fighting。。。 〃 Nestor began to say at last。 And then it appeared that he did not mean to finish either。
For some time there was a silence among them all。 Mark knew； or at least felt； that there were things that needed saying； but he had no feeling for how to begin。
He kept expecting at any moment to hear the call to arms； but it did not e。 The respite in the fighting was growing unexpectedly prolonged。 From the distance came the repetitive； soothing chants of the lesser magicians of Yambu … it was said that the Queen there was her own best wizard。 The chanting was being used to keep the Horde treading in place or marching in a circle until a greater number of ladders could be made and distributed for the next assault。
。。。 Mark roused with a start； and realized he had been dozing； his back against a wall。 Dame Yoldi had appeared in the midst of their resting group。 It was early afternoon now； and she was bending over Nestor； talking to him。 〃Are you hurt？〃
〃No； lady。 Not much。 But tired。 And stiffening now。 I've had a fair rest； though。 I'll be ready to take back the Sword and use it when the fighting starts again。〃
Yoldi； straightening up； nodded abstractedly。 She said： 〃Whoever has Townsaver in hand； fighting to protect unarmed folk in a held place； cannot die so long as he keeps on fighting； no matter how severe his wounds。 But if he is badly hurt； he will fall as soon as the fighting slackens。〃
Nestor said nothing； but continued gazing at the sky。 After a time he nodded； to show that he had heard。
Mark； happening to look toward a far part of the courtyard where vehicles were gathered； saw something that made him speak without thinking。
〃Look；〃 he said。 〃Our old wagon。〃
The others looked。 〃My lute is there；〃 Ben said。
〃I wonder；〃 asked Barbara； of no one in particular； 〃if the money's still under the front seat。〃
Mark had nodded into sleep again； only to waken to a heartfounding shock。 It was late in the day； very late now； and long afternoon shadows had e over them all。
〃Listen！〃 Nes