Garan the Eternal by Andre Norton Read Free Book Online Page B

Death entered the Caverns.

Chapter Five
    The Battle in the Caverns
    Garin stood with Dandtan looking out into the plain of Tav. Some distance away were two slender steel-tipped towers which were, in reality, but hollow tubes filled with the Black Fire. Before these, dark-clad figures were busy.
    “They seem to believe us already defeated. Let them think so,” commented Dandtan, touching the screen they had erected before the Cavern entrance.
    As he spoke, Kepta swaggered through the tall grass to call a greeting: “Ho, rock dweller, I would like to speak with you—”
    Duntan edged around the screen, Garin a pace behind.
    “I see you, Kepta.”
    “Good. I trust that your ears will serve you as well as your eyes. These are my terms: Give Thrala to me to dwell in my chamber and the outlander to provide sport for my captains. Make no resistance but throw open the Caverns so that I may take my rightful place in the Hall of Thrones. Do this and we shall be at peace. . ..”
    Dandtan stood unmovingly before the screen. “And this is our reply: Return to the Caves; break down the bridge between your land and ours. Let no Black One come hither again, ever. . . .”
    Kepta laughed. “So, that is your decision! Then this is what we shall do: Take Thrala, to be mine for a space and then go to my captains—”
    Garin hurled himself forward, felt Kepta’s lips mash beneath his fist; his fingers were closing about the other’s throat as Dandtan, who was trying to pull him away from his prey, shouted a warning: “Watch out!”
    A morgel had leaped from the grass, its teeth snapping about Garin’s wrist, forcing him to drop Kepta. Then Dandtan laid it senseless by a sharp blow with his belt.
    On hands and knees Kepta crawled back to his men. Thelower part of his face was a red and dripping smear. He screamed an order with savage fury.
    Dandtan drew the still raging Garin behind the screen. “Be a little prudent,” he panted. “Kepta can be dealt with in other ways than with bare hands.”
    The towers were swinging their tips toward the entrance. Dandtan ordered the screen wedged tightly into place.
    Outside, the morgel Dandtan had stunned got groggily to its feet. When it had limped half the distance back to its master, Kepta gave the order to fire. The broad beam of black light from the tip of the nearest tower caught the beast head on. There was a chilling scream of agony, and where the morgel had been gray ashes drifted on the wind.
    A loud crackling arose as the black beam struck the screen and was reflected off. Green grass beneath seared away, leaving only parched earth and naked blue soil. Those within the Cavern crouched behind their frail protection, half blinded by the light from the seared grass, coughing from the chemical-ridden fumes which curled about the cracks of the rock.
    Then the beam faded out. Thin smoke plumed from the tips of the towers and steam arose from the blackened ground. Dandtan drew a deep breath.
    “It held!” he cried, betraying at last the fear which had ridden him.
    Men of the Folk dragged engines of tubing before the screen, while others brought forth the globes of green liquid. Dandtan stood aside, as if this matter were the business of the Folk alone, and Garin recalled that the Ancient Ones were opposed to the taking of life.
    Trar was in command now. At his orders the globes were placed on spoon-shaped holders. Loopholes in the screen clicked open. Trar brought down his hand in signal. The globes arose lazily, sliding through the loopholes and floating out toward the towers.
    One, aimed short, struck the ground where the fire had burned it bare, and broke. The liquid came forth, sluggishly, forming a gray-green gas as the air struck it. Another spiral of gas arose almost at the foot of one of the towers—and then another. . . .
    Quickly a tortured screaming followed which soon faded to a weak yammering. They could see shapes, no longer human or animal, staggering about in the