Neq the Sword by Piers Anthony Read Free Book Online

attacked the truck again.
    "Well," she said with a certain artificial brightness. "Shall we try it again?"
    Neq looked at her, uncertain of her meaning.
    "We're stuck here together for some time," she explained. "We both need the experience. Yesterday was bad, but I think I'm stronger now. If we keep trying, maybe--"
    Oh, the bracelet! "Right now? Here?"
    "Maybe day is better than night. Fewer spooks. Have you anything better to do? Or did you mean it, about not--"
    "No!" To both questions.
    "Maybe if we do it quickly, we won't balk."
    Suddenly the idea appealed to him. He was sorry for the way he had insulted her before, and she was giving him a chance to make it right. She carried no grudge. His sweat was only beginning; if he treated the matter like circle combat, acting automatically, he might do his part before she could work up too much fear to do hers.
    He clapped his hand on his bracelet, jerked it off, thrust it at her. She met him halfway.
    Their wrists banged. The bracelet fell to the floor. "Oh, damn\" she cried, using the crazy expletive. "I'll get it. She reached down just as Neq did. Their heads bumped.
    Embarrassed, he began to laugh.
    "It's not funny," she said. "I'm trying to find the--"
    Impulsively he caught her by slim shoulders and hauled her upright. He brought her face to his and kissed her.
    There was no magic in it. Her lips, taken by surprise, were mushy. The bracelet dangled from her fingers.
    "Put it on," he said. "I think we'll make it."
    She looked at the gold, then back at him.
    Something struck the cab on her side.
    "Down!" Neq barked. He was already in motion, ducking, flinging open the door, tumbling to the muck near the wheel. Sword in hand, he crouched by the truck, watching for the enemy.
    He had recognized the striking arrow by the sound. That meant outlaw attack. Probably not well organized, because they had parked randomly, but no matter to be taken lightly.
    He was right. Through the rain he heard two men talking. They were debating whether to approach the vehicle now, or try more arrows first. They had not seen the door open.
    They decided to charge. "Those crazies can't fight," one said. "Just yank it open and haul them out."
    They came up, touched the driver's door--and Neq charged them from the side. The battle was brief. In a moment two bodies lay in the mud,
    "Let's go," he called to her.
    "Go?" She pushed open her door. "We can't move the--"
    "Not the truck. Us. Where there are two, more may be on the way. We can't stay in the obvious target."
    She jumped down, one foot striking one of the corpses. She moved away quickly.
    They were not dressed for the rain, but did not tarry. He led her into the forest, away from the truck. Neither spoke.
    Neq found a gnarly yellow birch and climbed it, searching out a suitable perch that would be hidden from the ground. Miss Smith followed, and he put her astride one fat round limb. He took another. Water poured down their backs, but this was a good defensive situation just in sight of the truck.
    They waited that way for three hours.
    A man came--an ugly clubber. He passed about thirty feet from their tree, evidently searching for someone.
    He discovered the truck, and what lay beside it. He ran back. He was alone. Neq jumped down. "Hey, outlaw!"
    The man swung to face him, club lifted.
    "I killed them," Neq said. "As I shall kill you, if you don't--"
    The clubber was no coward. He charged Neq, swinging viciously. That was all Neq needed to know. A true nomad would have protested the designation of "outlaw" and demanded satisfaction in the circle. He would not have attacked like this.
    Neq ducked the blow and slashed in return. He wanted this one alive. There was information he needed.
    The clubber swung again. This time Neq parried, sliding his blade down along the shaft of the club until it nipped the man's hand. Not a serious wound, but enough to convince the man he was overmatched. As, indeed, he was.
    "Tell me what I want to know, and I