Jeffrey Lord Blade 36 Return to Kaldak

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and blew up about a dozen of them along with herself."
"That sounds like-"
The Monitor interrupted before Blade could say anything too revealing. "I
don't wonder if it sounds familiar. If your girl was named after Kareena, she
must have sucked in the story with her mother's milk."
He swallowed more beer. "Why don't you take a walk and think it over? Don't go
too far, though. I don't think Chyatho's friends would try anything with the
Fourth all over the place, but why take chances?"
Why indeed? thought Blade, as he walked along the riverbank an hour later.
Overhead the sky was gray, matching Blade's mood.
Which was taking unnecessary chances, going or staying? If he stayed, he would
have an honorable place in Bekror's service. He might even be able to find
some subtle way of hunting for Cheeky.
However, Cheeky was probably dead or hopelessly lost. The search could be a
waste of time. Or the
Tribesmen might attack again and he could never make it at all. Meanwhile, he
would have to guard his back from Chyatho's friends day and night.
If he went to join the Fourth Battalion, he would have another kind of
honorable place, in the crack troops of Kaldak. He should be safe from
Chyatho's friends. He would not be able to search for
Cheeky, but he would certainly learn a lot more about what was going on in
this Dimension.
He would have to go to Kaldak, then, even though he might wind up facing
someone who'd known the
Sky Master Blade. And he would be serving in "Kareena's Own," where he'd face
reminders of her every time he turned around. He wondered if she'd had his
child safely. That would be a little too much to ask outright here, but in the
ranks of the Fourth Battalion he might learn without having to ask.
It helped him feel better to know that she'd died like a soldier, and been
spared another ordeal as a
Doimari prisoner. She could never have survived it, not after her first time
in their hands.
A platoon of soldiers from the Fourth marched past. Blade noticed that their
blue uniforms were clean but well worn. These weren't parade-ground soldiers.
Their weapons were also shining and bright, and some of the men wore beards.
All of them marched as if they not only knew they were the best but wanted the
whole world to know it.
There could be worse ways to spend a trip to Dimension X than serving in the
ranks of a good fighting outfit. If he could keep his beard, he might not even
have to worry about being recognized in Kaldak.
In his mind Blade said good-bye to Cheeky, and after a moment another good-bye
to Kareena. Then he started up the bank, toward Bekror's gate.
Chapter 8
Sparra's legs clamped hard around Blade, and she let out a long groan of
delighted release. A moment later Blade echoed her.
They lay locked together until the sweat dried off. Blade raised himself on
one elbow and looked along
Sparra's solid, well-curved brown body. Then he traced with one finger the
path his eyes had followed.
"I'm going to miss you," he said. This was quite true. It was equally true
that he'd got used to a life which was just one good-bye after another.
"And I you," said Sparra, gripping his hand and pulling it against one breast.
"Were things otherwise, I
would gladly take you for my man. But it would not be seemly, even though
Chyatho was killed more by his own rage than by your hands. Also, it would
make more danger for you."
It would probably be damned close to signing his death warrant, Blade knew.
Aloud he said, "It might make Chyatho's friends turn against you as well.
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Without me around, they may not risk angering Monitor
Bekror."
"I will save the money you have given me," she said. "It will be enough to let
me start in another part of the land in case Chyatho's friends cause trouble
for me and I must leave Sclathdon."
The Monitor had given Blade a year's pay that morning. Blade promptly gave
three-quarters of it to
Sparra. He was also leaving his gear with her. She didn't want it, but he
wouldn't need it in the Fourth
Battalion. Also, the farther it stayed from Kaldak and its curious scientists
the better.
"Good luck," he said.
"I wish you the same. You are more likely to need it."
Blade grinned. "In the Sitting Regiment?"
"There will be more fighting in the next few years than there has been since
the Great Doimari War, I
think."
"Others do not think so," said Blade cautiously, to draw her out on the
military situation.
"Others do not see even what jumps up and hits them in the face," said Sparra.
She sat up, arms crossed over her breasts, eyes wide with indignation. "They
say that Feragga of Doimar is old and wants peace.
Perhaps they are right. But can they be sure that what Feragga wants is what
Doimar will do? She may be so old that they ignore her. A whole generation of
Doimari has grown up since the war. They have shame to avenge, and we do not
have the Sky Master Blade this time."
"You seem to have much of what he taught you," said Blade. So that shrewd
amazon Feragga had survived! He'd last seen her in the arms of a Fighting
Machine, being carried away over the hills while her
War Leader Nungor covered her retreat at the cost of his own life. She must be
well into her seventies now. He could easily believe that she wanted peace.
Unfortunately, he could also believe that she no longer had enough power in
Doimar to bring it about.
The arming of the Tribesmen was certainly no peaceful gesture!
"Yes. But will it be enough?" said Sparra grimly.
Since he had no answer to that, Blade kissed her, and they wound up making
love again. Then they slept until late afternoon, when a servant came to
summon Blade to the waterfront. As the sun set, he boarded the steamboat as
Recruit Private Voros of the Fourth Battalion, City Regiment of Kaldak.
To make it easier to feed and house them, each Battalion of the City Regiment
was based in a different city. Since each Battalion had its own balloons,
hovercraft, and Fighting Machines, each one could fight a fair-sized battle
all by itself. If more than one Battalion was needed, it could be called by
radio and quickly moved by balloon and riverboat. Apparently no one in this
Dimension had invented the railroad.
The Fourth Battalion was quartered in Gilmarg, the city where Blade found the
vast hoard of power cells which helped Kaldak start its climb back to
civilization. It was a strange and not a completely pleasant sensation,
wandering the streets where he'd met the first of the Doimari Fighting
Machines and dueled to the death with the arrogant warrior Hota.
It was definitely not pleasant to stand by the site of the building where the
power cells had been hidden.
Far below it was the underground shelter where he and Kareena first made love.
In the busy street on either side of him the Doimari ambushed and captured
them, raping and torturing Kareena. Then the
Doimari set off the booby traps Blade left behind, and the building collapsed
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on its treasure house of
Oltec.
The Kaldakans dug it all out many years ago, and built on the site. You could
even take a guided tour of the underground shelter if you wanted to. Blade
didn't, and after one visit he stayed away from the street altogether. He
wasn't sure if it was the ghosts there or the feeling that he was a ghost
himself, but either way he didn't like it.
He didn't have that much time for playing tourist, in any case. The training
was rigorous, although Blade quickly passed out of the Recruit's course and
was sent on to the Advanced Infantry School. Everyone knew that he'd been a
soldier before he lost his memory, so no one saw anything particularly odd in
this.
He still had to keep his wits about him. Working with the new Fighting
Machines, for example, wasn't quite like working with Home Dimension tanks. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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