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oth sides of his helm。
He had more than that； Jason saw when he approached the cage。 The look of the hawk； or a great jungle cat secure in his rule。 This man was the leader and he knew it； accepted it automatically。 He； a warrior； leader of warriors。 His right hand rested on the pommel of his bejeweled but efficient…looking sword while he stroked the sweep of his great red mustachios with the scarred knuckles of his left hand。 He stopped close to the bars and stared imperiously at Jason； who tried； but failed； to return the other's gaze with the same intensity。 His cramped position inside the cage and his battered； scruffy appearance did not help his morale。
〃Grovel before Temuchin；〃 one of the soldiers ordered； and buried the butt end of his lance in the pit of Jason's stomach。
It might have been easier to grovel； but Jason； bent double with the pain； kept his head up and his eyes fixed on the other。
〃Where are you from？〃 Temuchin asked； his voice so used to mand that Jason found himself answering at once。
〃From far away； a place you do not know。〃
〃Another world？〃
〃Yes。 Do you know about other worlds？〃
〃Only from the songs of the jongleurs。 Until the first ship came down； I did not think they were true。 They are。〃
He snapped his fingers and one of the men handed him a blackened and twisted recoilless rifle。 〃Can you make this spout fire again？〃 he asked。
〃No。〃 It must have been one of the weapons of the first expedition。
〃What about this？〃 Temuchin held up Jason's own gun； its cable dangling where it had been torn from his power holster。
〃I don't know。〃 Jason was just as calm as the other。 Let him just get his hands on the gun。 〃I will have to look at it closely。〃
〃Burn this one； too；〃 Temuchin said； throwing the gun aside。 'Their weapons must be destroyed by fire。 Now tell me at once； other…world man； why do you e here？〃
He'd make a good poker player； Jason thought。 I can't read his cards and he knows all of mine。 Then what should I tell him？ Why not the truth？
〃My people want to take metal from the ground；〃 he said aloud。 〃We harm no one； we will even pay…〃
〃No。〃 There was a flat finality to the sound。 Temuchin turned away。
〃Wait； you haven't heard everything。〃
〃It is enough；〃 he said； halting for a moment and speaking over his shoulder。 〃You will dig and there will be buildings。 Buildings make a city and there will be fences。 The plains are always open。〃 And then he added in the same flat voice。
〃Kill him。〃
As the band of men turned。 to follow Temuchin； the standard…bearer passed in front of the cage。 His pole was topped with a human skull and Jason saw that the banner itself was made up of string after string of human thumbs； mummified and dry； knotted together on thongs。
'Wait！〃 Jason shouted at their retreating backs。 〃Let me explain。 You can't just do this…〃
But； of course； he could。 A squad of soldiers surrounded the cage and one of them bent underneath it and there was the rattling of chains。 Jason cowered back as the entire cage swung up on creaking hinges； and he clutched at the bars as the soldiers reached for him。
He sprang over them； kicking one in the face as he went by and crashed into the soldiers beyond。 The results were a foregone conclusion； but he made the most of the occasion。 One soldier lay sprawled on the ground and another sat up holding his head when the rest carried Jason away。 He cursed them； in six different languages； even though his words had as much effect on the stolid； expressionless men as had his blows。
〃How far did you travel to reach this planet？〃 someone asked。
〃Ekinortul〃 Jason mumbled； spitting out blood and the chipped corner of a tooth。
〃What is your home world like？ Much as this one？ Hotter or colder？〃 Jason； being carried face down； twisted his head around to look at his questioner； a gray…haired man in ragged leather garments that had once been dyed yellow and green。 A tall； sleepy…eyed youth stumbled after
him dressed in the same motley； though his were not so pletely obscured by grime。
〃You know so many things；〃 the old man pleaded； 〃so you must tell me something。〃
The soldiers pushed the two men away before Jason could oblige by telling him some of the really pithy things that came to mind。 With so many men holding him； he was pletely helpless when they backed him against a thick iron pole set firmly in the ground and tore at his clothing。 The metalcloth and fasteners resisted their fingers until one of them produced a dagger and sawed through the material； ignoring the fact that he was slicing Jason's skin at the same time。 When his clothing had been pulled open to his waist； Jason was bleeding from a dozen cuts and was groggy from the mauling he had taken。 He was pushed to the ground and a leather rope lashed around his wrists。 Then the soldiers went away。
Although it was early afternoon； the temperature must have been just above the freezing point。 With his insulated clothing stripped away； the shock of the cold air on his body brought him instantly to full； shivering consciousness。
What the next step would be was obvious。 The strap that secured his wrists was a good three meters long and the other end was fastened to the top of the pole。 He was alone in the center of'a cleared area； and there was a bustle on all sides as the hump…backed riding beasts were saddled and mounted。 The first man ready uttered a piercing； warbling cry and charged at Jason with his lance leveled。 The beast ran with frightful speed； claws digging into the soil； hurtling forward like an unleashed thunderbolt。
Jason did the only thing possible； jumping to the other side of the pole and keeping it between himself and the attacking rider。 The man jabbed with his lance but had to pull it back swiftly as he went by the pole。
Only fighting intuition saved Jason then； for the sound of the second beast's charge was lost in the thunder of the first。 He grabbed the pole and spun around it。 The lance clanged against the metal as the second attacker went by。
The first man was already turning his mount and Jason saw that a third had saddled up and was ready to attack。 There could be only one possible oute to this game of deadly target practice： he could dodge just so often。
〃Time to change the odds；〃 he said； bending and groping in the top of his right boot。 His bat knife was still there。
As the third man started his charge； Jason flipped the knife into the
air and caught the hilt between his teeth； then sawed his leather bindings against its razor edge。 They fell away and he crouched behind the slim pole to avoid the stabbing lance。 The charge went by and Jason attacked。
He sprang； the knife in his left hand； reaching out with his right to grab the rider's leg in an attempt to unseat him。 But the creature was moving too fast and he slammed into its flank behind the saddle； his fingers clutching at the beast's matted fur。
After that everything happened very fast。 As the rider twisted about； trying to stab down and back at his attacker； Jason sank his dagger right up to its hilt in the animal's rump。
The needlelike spikes of the prickspurs that the warriors used in place of rowels on their spurs indicated that the creatures they rode must n