94: MERIS'S LAST ESCAPADE

As the servants removed the Ortelgans' knives and plates and cleared the table Elleroth, who had briefly left them, returned and drew up a bench. With him were Mollo, Tolis and two or three more of his officers, as well as Bayub-Otal and Zen-Kurel.

"I've sent all the food we can spare over to your camp," he said to Ta-Kominion. "I'm afraid it's rather penitential stuff, but perhaps your sybaritic connoisseurs will make allowances. Have you many sick and wounded?"

"Too many," replied Ta-Kominion. "We had our own surgeon with us, but he died in Chalcon, poor fellow. The High Baron's not going to be pleased about that: he was a good doctor—trained on Quiso."

"Well, that's the place, no doubt of it," said Elleroth. "I'm sending Muzarkalleen, one of my officers, to be treated by the Tuginda, if only we can get him there. He got badly cut up at that little affair on the highway."

"So did we, sir," said Dy-Karn. "Lost seventy-six men, though some of them may have been able to get themselves back to Ortelga, I hope."

"I'll send our doctor over to your camp," said Elleroth. "Could you see to it, Tolis, please? But that reminds me, Ta-Kominion; I'd like your advice. We have these slave children to find homes for, you know, and it's not easy. I'm determined they shall go to good homes, not to places where they'll remain slaves in everything but name. I had a notion to send two of the girls to Quiso with Muzarkalleen, as a sort of offering. You never know, they might make priestesses one day. What do you think?"

"Are they clever?" asked Ta-Kominion.

"One of them—Melathys—struck me as a particularly sharp child," answered Elleroth. "That's why I picked her."

"Well," said Ta-Kominion, "I imagine that if they're clever they'll be welcome. A little non-Ortelgan blood among the priestesses might be all to the good. They'll be well treated, anyway; you can be sure of that."

"Well, it's a small matter," said Elleroth, "but I'm glad to hear you approve. Still, we'd better get down to business, hadn't we? You say Kembri's in a bad way?"

"We all think his position's hopeless: that's why we're here, of course. You see, the army was badly demoralized in Chalcon and the reinforcements from Bekla—well, they've turned out worse than nothing, really. And then on top of that we heard that Randronoth had defected—"

"So it occurred to you to tiptoe away on fairy feet, in darkness and clandestine order, did it?"

"Well, you have to put yourself in Ortelga's position," replied Ta-Kominion. "Bel-ka-Trazet's policy has always been to keep in with Bekla, so that we can count on help against the Deelguy when it's needed."

"Dear me, yes; those dashing, vagabond laddies—"

"This isn't the first time Ortelga's had to choose the right moment to run up a tilting plank to the other end," put in Dy-Karn. "It was the same when the Leopards deposed Senda-na-Say."

"Kembri was very insistent that we should send men to join Elvair-ka-Virrion," said Ta-Kominion.

"Bel-ka-Tra-zet didn't really care for the idea, but he couldn't very well get out of it. So he picked on me." He gave a short, sardonic laugh. "Oh, I admit I was keen enough: I reckoned we'd all do very well out of it; but that was more than Bel-ka-Trazet ever thought, if I know anything about him. Why, even at the barrarz in Bekla he was warning me to get out quick if we had to. I didn't think much about it at the time, but after the battle I felt it would be best to bring what was left of the men back as soon as I could."

"Yes, indeed," said Elleroth, "and perhaps a short bil-let-doux to Santil wouldn't come amiss, either: but that's for you to decide. Well, let us consider the ins and outs of this jolly log-roll, shall we? As a matter of fact, it will be literally that, as Captain Mollo will now explain."

"Got to get up through Purn before the rains, that's it. Need more men—got to get on faster."

"Northward through Purn: one might almost call that a step in the right direction as far as you're concerned, might not one?" asked Elleroth. "Have you a few meaty lads capable of swinging an axe?"

"Yes, but no axes."

"I have some more axes coming up from Sarkid, but swords are good enough for undergrowth and that sort of thing. Well then, when we get out on the other side of Purn I have a fancy to turn east and cut the Bekla-Ikat road behind Kembri. He'll really love that, if he hasn't already fallen back on Bekla. Would you care to join us in a little spree of that nature?"

"Well, if that's your price," replied Ta-Kominion, "we'll have to pay it—"

"Think of the novelty; the wonderful excitement—"

"—but from what I've seen, Kembri may very well collapse before he can fall back anywhere, if Erketlis attacks him."

"We don't know what's happening in Bekla, though, do we?" said Elleroth, dropping his bantering manner and speaking more seriously. "Who's got it? Fornis, Eud-Ecachlon or the Lapanese?"

"I suppose Erketlis means to have it, doesn't he?" said Dy-Karn.

"Certainly; and before the rains, if he can. I've no quarrel with Eud-Ecachlon; but that evil woman mustn't be allowed time to make herself stronger in Bekla. I'll admit I am afraid of her. She's a sorceress: she can bewitch people out of their right minds; and she'd destroy the empire before she'd relinquish power—call in the Deelguy or something like that."

Ta-Kominion nodded. "That's what I think, too. Well, let's agree on this much. As soon as my men have had a day's food and rest and got back some spirit, we'll help you through the forest. Then let's talk again in the light of what we find out when we get to the other side. That's meant to be honest and no more than I'm ready to stand to. Will you accept it?"

"Yes, I will," said Elleroth. He gave Ta-Kominion his hand. "I'm sure Maia will be delighted to hear about this little bargain of ours."

"By the Ledges, that's a girl, sir!" said Dy-Karn. "I couldn't believe it last night, when she said she'd come across to us of her own accord."

"Oh, really? Now I could, you know," answered Elleroth. "As a matter of fact, that was why I recalled our patrols. When I was told she was missing, I had a sort of notion that she might be paying you a call; and I didn't want anything to spoil it—no little animosity in the tene-brosity, you know, or anything like that."

"You mean you'd already thought we might join you?"

"I mean nothing so vainglorious. I had no idea—none of us had—whether you might not be Kembri in full fig. As a military commander I could hardly do anything very amicable, could I, until I knew that? Awkward chap, Kem-bri; might have been rather stuffy, don't you know. But that splendid girl—she took the whole risk on herself and saved us all any amount of trouble, to say the very least."

"You might have let me know earlier that she was gone, sir," said Zen-Kurel. "I didn't learn it till just before dawn."

"Oh, might I, now?" replied Elleroth, gravely returning his glance. "Do you know, I'm afraid that never really occurred to me? I thought you'd said earlier on—"

"If we'd only known," broke in Bayub-Otal, "I think we'd both have gone out after her a great deal earlier."

"Well, I thought it would be a shame to wake you," replied Elleroth suavely, "after-the hard day you'd had. However, next time she does anything like that, I assure you I'll—"

Suddenly Tolis burst in, wide-eyed. As everyone looked up Elleroth broke off, laying a hand on his arm.

"I infer that something untoward has occurred, Tolis," he said composedly. "I wonder what. Not Kembri, I hope?"

"No, sir," said Tolis. "There's been a murder in camp, sir: a woman!"

"O gods!" said Elleroth, getting up. "How boring! I knew it would happen sooner or later. Who is it?"

"It's the girl who came last night, sir," said Tolis, "with these officers—"

"Not Maia?" cried Zen-Kurel. Bayub-Otal, white to the lips, sprang to his feet, gripping the edge of the table.

"No, sir," answered Tolis. "The other girl, the Belishban girl; she's dead, sir!"

"Do we know how?" asked Elleroth, taking his sword-belt from the orderly.

"Yes, sir. There's two men being held under guard. They reported the girl's death themselves. They admit having caused it."

"Who are they?" said Elleroth.

"Lortil and Dectaron, sir. Captain Mollo's company."

"But great Cran, those are two damned good men, that's it! Never been in any sort of trouble! What the—"

"Calm yourself, Mollo! Obviously we must look into this at once. Where have they put the poor girl?"

EUeroth turned to Tolis.

"In one of the shelters, sir, up the lines."

Elleroth looked round at the officers present. "Mollo and Tolis, you'd better come with me; and of course you'll wish to come, too, won't you?" he said to Bayub-Otal and Zen-Kurel. "Perhaps the rest of you won't mind waiting here for the time being—unless, of course," he added to Ta-Kominion, "you'd prefer to go back to your camp and start making arrangements in the light of what we've just agreed. We'll meet again later."

Having taken Ta-Kominion's hands for a moment in farewell, he ducked out under the curtain which the orderly was holding aside.

The body of Meris, covered with a blanket,-was lying in the further corner of the shelter to which Tolis led the way. A soldier on guard saluted as the commander entered. Gently, Elleroth drew back the blanket from the head. The girl's face was contorted, the teeth clenched, the lips drawn back so far that the cheeks were ridged under the open eyes.

"Where's the wound?" asked Elleroth.

"Her neck's broken, sir," answered Tolis.

One of Meris's arms was protruding stiffly from under the blanket. Elleroth took the cold hand in his own, stooped and touched it with his lips. He turned to Bayub-Otal and Zen-Kurel.

"I'm more sorry than I can tell you. My guest—your friend—I feel to blame."

As Bayub-Otal murmured some conventional words of demurral, Zirek entered in tears and fell on his knees beside the bed.

"Someone must put some clothes on the body and lay her out decently," said Elleroth to the soldier.

"Yes, sir," he answered. "There's some women waiting. Only tryzatt Miarn said not to alter anything until you'd seen her, sir, and said what was to be done, like."

"Perfectly correct," said Elleroth. "Tell the tryzatt to let the women come in. And say a pyre's to be prepared for this evening."

"Sir."

Elleroth was turning to go when Zirek touched his hand.

"I'd like to—to stay here and pray for a minute or two, sir, if I may, before the women come. I won't be long."

"Of course," replied Elleroth. He turned to the soldier. "Wait outside, please, Hospa, until U-Zirek has finished."

"Sir."

"Where are the two men under guard?"

"With the tryzatt, sir. They're not making no trouble, sir; only they've asked if they can see Captain Mollo."

Elleroth nodded. "Well, Captain Mollo, will you go and talk to them, and then bring them to me under guard as soon as you're ready? Shall we say in about half an hour?"

The officers went out, followed by the soldier. Zirek, left alone, stood for some time prayings with raised, outstretched arms. Then, bending forward, he drew the blanket entirely away from the body, so that Meris lay naked before him as she had so often lain in life—the firm, smooth thighs, the gentle curve of the belly with its deep, hollow navel, the big circles round the nipples like dark-hued lilies on rose-pink water—a reversal of nature. Even now, against wish and will—-so that he felt ashamed, and once more covered the body—her stricken, cold beauty had the power to kindle desire. He knelt and kissed her feet, one and then the other.

"I'm sorry, lass," he said aloud. "Cran knows I'm sorry. I'd have loved you and kept you safe, if only you'd let me. I always said you'd do it once too often, but you wouldn't listen, would you? At least it'll leave you in peace now."

The sentry, who had retired to a decent distance, returned at the sound of his voice. "I'm sorry, sir, did you speak to me? I'm afraid I didn't catch what you said."

"No, that's all right, lad," said Zirek. "I'm done now, thanks. Let the women come in."

Elleroth and Mollo looked up at the two soldiers standing before them. Both were conspicuously scratched and had bled about the face and neck. On either side of them stood their own tryzatt and another. Bayub-Otal, Zen-Kurel and Zirek were standing behind and to the left of Elleroth. The hut was close and stuffy, and all nine men were sweating.

"Now," said Elleroth, looking from one prisoner to the other as he addressed them, "you had better both understand at once that this is a very serious matter indeed. A young woman has come to a violent end. She was a secret agent of General Erketlis, who had carried out a very important and dangerous exploit in Bekla with the greatest heroism. She had escaped and was on her way to General Erketlis to be honored and rewarded. She was a personal friend of the gentlemen you see here, and she was my guest and therefore under my protection. Now have you understood that, Dectaron?"

"Yes, sir."

"And you, Lortil?"

"Yes, sir."

"Am I to understand that you admit having caused this woman's death?"

"Yes, sir."

"Both of you?"

"Yes, sir."

"I want to be perfectly plain with you. You realize that this is a hanging matter?"

"Yes, sir."

"I understand that you both came to tryzatt Miarn of your own accord and reported that you'd killed the woman. Is that correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, Dectaron, you're the older man. You'd better tell me what happened."

"Beg your pardon, sir; might we have permission to sit down, sir? Not meaning any disrespect—"

"I think everybody had better sit down," said Elleroth. "Tryzatt, please set some more benches. Thank you. Now, Dectaron, how did this come about?"

"Well, sir, it was like this, sir. Last night I was on guard duty, sir, and we enforced curfew on the women and children at the usual time, in accordance with standing orders. It must have been about two hours after that, sir, as I was going round the far end of the camp on my beat, that I happened to be passing close to my own shelter, as I share with another man, Olfane, only he was on the guard too. There was no one about at all, when suddenly I sees this young woman coming towards me quite openly, sir. So I challenged her and asked her what she thought she was doing out at that hour. And she come up to me, sir, and put her arms round my neck and asked me if I'd like to go with her. 'For forty meld,' she says, 'you can do with me whatever you like.' "

Dectaron stopped, met Elleroth's eyes for a moTnent and looked down at the earth floor, hesitating.

"Go on," said Elleroth, grimly.

"She was—well, sir, she was very pressing, sir, sort of; she'd got her robe open and her deldas bare and—well, the long and short of it was, sir, I'm afraid it was too much for me, and I agreed with her for thirty meld, which was all I'd got."

"Even though you were supposed to be on guard?" asked Mollo.

"Yes, sir, I'm afraid so, sir. So I took her into my shelter, which was empty and just close by, as I've explained. And we were—we were there together, sir, for some time, like."

"And did you give her thirty meld?" asked Mollo.

"Yes, sir."

"Did you find that money on her, tryzatt?" asked Elleroth.

"In her clothes, sir, yes: that and a little more, actually."

"Go on, Dectaron."

"Well, sir, after a while I said, 'You realize I'm supposed to be on guard duty?' Naturally I was afraid of being missed, sir, you see. And she said that was nothing to her, so I says, 'Well, it is to me,' I says, 'and I'll have to be getting back quick.' So then she asked could she stay where she was, and I told her I thought it would be best if she did, right up until the morning, rather than start running about the camp again and getting into more trouble—"

"But she hadn't been in any trouble up till then, had she, soldier?" said Mollo. "And who's to blame for that, eh?"

"I am, sir." Neither Elleroth nor Mollo said more and after a short silence the wretched man, who was clearly very much afraid, went on.

"Well, so I left her there, sir, in my bed, and went back on guard duty: I hadn't been missed and I spent the rest of the night on and off sentry-go in the usual way."

"Excuse me, sir," broke in Lortil, "but I'm just as much to blame, sir, and if it's in order, I reckon I ought to go on now."

"Very well," replied Elleroth.

"Well, sir, I was one of those detailed to go across the river with the women and children. Some stayed over there all night, but the lot I was with were ordered back to camp very late, and then we were dismissed. And I was coming back to my shelter, sir, next to Dectaron's, when this girl came out. She was naked, sir, and she came up to me and began—well, sir, she began making up to me and asking me to come into Dectaron's shelter with her."

"For money?"

"Yes, sir. I only had twelve meld and so I told her, but she said that would be all right. Like Dectaron told you, sir, she was very pressing, like."

"And you weren't, I suppose?" asked Mollo. "Is that it?"

"No, sir: I can't deny as I was willing enough. I spent the rest of the night with her and early this morning we were both asleep when Dectaron came back off guard."

"And what happened then?" said Mollo sardonically to Dectaron. "You were delighted, I suppose?"

"Well; sir, as soon as I come in I realized what must have happened—that's to say, that she'd taken on another man to make herself some more money. But I wasn't an-gry, like I might have been if it had been some man as I didn't know. Only you see, sir, Lortil and me, we've been together all through the campaign, ever since we joined up—"

"I know," said Mollo. "Share and share alike, eh? You seem to have stuck to that very thoroughly. Well, go on."

"Well, sir, I woke the both of 'em up, and told the girl it was highjime for her to be going before the tryzatt come round. I didn't want anyone finding her in my shelter, you see."

"Didn't you really? Well, so what did she say to that?"

"Well, sir, this was when all the trouble began, and I'm sure I'm very sorry for it—we both are—but we didn't go to start it, sir, and that's as true as I'm here. First of all the girl set out to try and make us jealous of each other. Anyone could see she hoped we were going to get angry— start fighting an' that. Only of course that didn't work, for the reasons as I've explained. So when she saw that was no good, sir, she got up off the bed, just as she was—with nothing on, I mean—and she says, 'Oh,' she says, 'I want another hundred meld before I'm going out of here.' So I told her I hadn't got any more money to give her even if I'd a mind to, which I hadn't, and Lortil told her the same. So then she said, 'Well, you'd better go out and get some, then—borrow it or something o' that, because I'm not going else, and if you try to make me I'll kick up such a shine as'll bring your tryzatt and officers here as fast as hounds,' she says.

"Well, at that, sir, we both of us did get angry, I'll admit. So Lortil, he says, 'Don't you try that stuff with us,' he says. 'Gome on,' he says to me, 'if she won't put her clothes on, we'll just have to put 'em on for her, won't we?' So he goes to grab her and stuff a cloth in her mouth, sir; keep her quiet, see, while we was getting her clothes on. But she was too much for us, sir, and that's the plain truth. She bit my finger very near through, and then she flew at Lortil, sir, scratching and biting, and at the same time she'd begun screaming at the top of her voice, just like she'd said she would. So I thought, well, this has got to be stopped quick, I thought. She had her arms right round Lortil, sir—only he still had nothing on, you see—and she was biting and scratching at his shoulders and his neck. So I tried to pull her away from him, only I couldn't—she was locked against him that tight there was nothing I could get a hold of. Well, I wasn't thinking too clearly, sir: I mean, the girl was carrying on like a wild animal, really, and we were both just about frantic. She had her teeth sunk in Lortil's shoulder, and I took her by the head and jerked it back—well, it was hard, I don't deny it was— only I felt I had to get her off him at all costs, you see. And then all of a sudden she just went limp and fell on the ground, and Lortil, he says, 'Oh, Cran almighty,' he says, 'I reckon her neck's broke!' And so it was, sir; she was dead as a rat. There was nothing we could do. So as soon as we realized that, Lortil says, 'Well, there's no help for it,' he says.

"Only thing to do is make a clean breast of the whole business.' So we went straight off and reported to tryzatt Miarn. And that's the truth, sir, every word. We're both very sorry this should have come about, only there was provocation, like."

"Do you want to ask these men any questions, Captain Mollo?" said Elleroth.

"We're only got your word for all this, haven't we?" said Mollo. "You've no other evidence to put forward?"

"No, sir, 'ceptin' for the bites and scratches, and we had no reason to want to kill the girl, sir. Neither of us had had any drink—it was early morning, like I said: and as soon as we realized what we'd done we come straight forward, sir."

"Do you want to ask any questions?" said Elleroth, turning to Bayub-Otal, Zen-Kurel and Zirek. They shook their heads.

"Is the guard outside?" asked Elleroth.

"Yes, sir," answered the second tryzatt.

"Take them outside and keep them somewhere near-by," said Elleroth. "Tryzatt Miarn, will you stay behind, please?"

When the two soldiers had gone he said, "Now, I want your personal opinion of these men, Miarn."

"They're both good men, sir. Done well in Chalcon, sir, and in the battle, too."

"Do you believe they're telling the truth?"

"Seeing what you said about the dead young woman, sir, I'm very sorry to have to say it, but yes, sir, I think they are."

"How much money did you find in her clothes?" asked Elleroth.

"Forty-two meld, sir; all in one-meld pieces."

"Thank you, tryzatt; that's all."

The tryzatt saluted and went out. Elleroth sat silent for almost a full minute. At length he said, "I confess this defeats me. Here's this obviously very brave and charming girl, who went to Bekla and helped to kill Sencho—one of the most heroic exploits I've ever heard of in my life— and according to these men—and they are decent enough men in the normal way, as I know myself—wouldn't you agree, Mollo?—"

"Two of the best I've got. Can't expect soldiers to be basting saints, that's it, 'specially after a campaign like this—"

"Excuse me, sir," said Zirek. "I'm afraid the truth is that what seems so strange to you is perfectly understandable to me. I knew Meris very well: I believe every word the soldiers said and I can tell you why."

The others listened as he told them all he knew of Meris, from Belishba to Lapan.

"Poor girl!" said Elleroth, when he had finished. "Well, she's not the first and she won't be the last. Thank you, Zirek: that makes everything very clear. So you'd agree, Mollo, that she really brought it on herself?"

Mollo nodded morosely. "But they can't be let off altogether."

"Oh, no. They're both guilty of condoning a woman in breaking curfew and whoring round the camp; and on top of that, Dectaron's guilty of leaving his duty while on guard, and that's a serious offense. What do you think?"

"I'd offer them their choice between dishonorable discharge and a flogging."

"But—er—wouldn't that just mean that you'd lose two good soldiers?"

"Not a bit of it! The men are all convinced they're going to be looting Bekla in two weeks from now. That's what they've marched and fought all the summer for—to line their pockets. Offer Dectaron twenty lashes and Lortil twelve. They'll take them; you'll see. And it'll be very good for morale, Elleroth, believe me, when word gets round that you and I evidently think discharge now would be a punishment as bad as a flogging. The men'll all be sure that you must know for certain we're on the point of taking Bekla, that's it."

"Very well: I agree," said Elleroth. He became pensive once more. "Poor Meris! You've told us, Zirek, that she enjoyed making trouble. She certainly managed it this time, but it was rather expensive for her, wasn't it? And to think she only had to wait a little while to be rich and secure for the rest of her life! Human nature's a strange thing." He stood up. "Well, we'd better go and finish our job, I suppose—which I don't relish."

"Nor I ours," murmured Zirek. Elleroth looked up at him inquiringly, and he said, "Someone's got to tell Maia."

Bayub-Otal and Zen-Kurel exchanged a glance. There was a short silence.

"I suggest all three of us go together," said Zen-Kurel.

Meris burned at nightfall, her pyre surrounded by hundreds of pitying onlookers, for the women and children had been brought back from the other side of the river and many of the Ortelgans, more than content with Ta-Kominion's news of his negotiations with Elleroth, had already come over to the Sarkidian camp to fraternize. Untimely death, of course, was nothing out of the ordinary either to the soldiers or the ex-slaves, but throughout the camp there had been much talk of the beautiful girl, a guest of the commander, who had succeeded in a desperate exploit for the heldril and been on her way to Santil-kè-Erketlis to receive her reward. Fanned by hearsay, indignation had spread against the men responsible for her death, until Mollo obtained Elleroth's consent to assemble his own company—the culprits' comrades—and tell them the rights of the matter before having the punishment inflicted (for, as he had guessed, both declined discharge and even accepted the alternative with some relief, since the possibility of being hanged for murder had been doing nothing for their peace of mind).

As the ceremony of the burning began—four soldiers, each with a resinous torch, standing to the corners of the pyre to set light to it simultaneously—Zirek moved quietly away from the group round Elleroth and stood apart, gaz-ing intently as the blaze spread inward. Maia, overcome with grief and by the majesty and solemnity of the occasion, did not notice that he had left her side. It was only later, after Elleroth had stepped forward to throw the appointed grain, salt and wine upon the embers; after the people had begun to disperse and Bayub-Otal and Zen-Kurel had taken their places on either side of the commander as part of his recessional escort, that she caught sight of him standing solitary, with bowed head and folded arms.

She made her way to him and stood unspeaking by his side. They were alone, for Elleroth's officers, in accordance with custom, had formed two files behind him as he made his departure.

After a little Zirek said, "She had more courage than anyone I've ever known—except for Occula. She never flinched that night, never hesitated, never showed any fear e: her before or after. I couldn't have done it without her, you know."

"And I couldn't have done what she did: I know that."

"Killing Sencho—that was vital, you see. The Leopards' whole intelligence system fell to pieces. I wonder whether anyone in years to come will remember her name and what she did."

"The gods will remember."

"The gods? You'd wonder sometimes, wouldn't you? She's forfeited everything; and who—what—drove her to that but the gods?"

"You know, Zirek, somehow I feel Meris would have undone herself one way or another, even if she'd been given a fortune."

"Maybe; but there she is now. Forty-two meld and a bonfire. Not even a tarpli —not from these strangers."

"I never thought of the tarpli," said Maia. "Do they have them in Belishba same as we do in Tonilda?"

"Of course."

The tarpli, though not universal throughout the Beklan empire, was a tribute of obsequy rendered throughout Tonilda and certain other provinces. A poem or verse mourning the dead person and recalling his or her life and character would be composed by some relative or friend and sung or declaimed as the pyre burned low. Often, among simple people in the country villages, it would be rough doggerel enough, but nevertheless might well have taken the maker a deal of trouble and be offered with sincere feeling. Maia had composed one in her own mind for Tharrin, though only Lespa had been permitted to hear it.

"I made one up for her," said Zirek, "but no one said anything about a tarpli and I didn't care to put myself forward among these officers with their fine ways."

She took him by the hand and led him up to the edge of the pyre, until the heat forced them to a halt.

"Now sing it."

He hesitated. "It's not like a real tarpli—not like they generally are. But—I don't know—some god put it into my mind."

"Then he must have done it for Meris. Give it to her, go on. I'm stood here: I won't let anyone stop you."

Zirek, raising his arms as in prayer, began to sing. His voice was true and sure and after the first line or two rang out with a confidence which carried its own authority. Be-fore the close many of the dispersing onlookers had turned back to listen and he, perceiving this, repeated his thren-ody from the beginning.

"The swift, black river withers in its banks, 

Buried in gaunt trees, blind to the sun. 

Only a deep chattering of stones Tells where the cold fingers of current run.

And faint ghosts of bones that lie in the wood 

Flicker and cackle together among the branches. 

Two green eyes move silently to drink, 

Crouching on huge, imagined haunches.

A noise of running, and startled birds fly up

In the distance. What was that, that suddenly cried?

Footsteps . . . Only the river pouring down.

And the dumb, warlock forest stretched beside. 

Now I remember how, in that still town, 

They told of a girl wandering till she died."

In the succeeding silence, Maia stood for some moments as unstirring as though it had indeed been a god who had devised the words. Then, turning to Zirek, she flung her arms round his neck, clinging to him and weeping. This strange, oblique lament had pierced her as no conventional elegy for Meris could have done. He stood quietly, suffering her thus to reciprocate what he had offered. The people went away once more and they werejeft alone.

At length, looking up, she saw Anda-Nokomis beside them. He took Zirek's hand in his own.

"The tarpli, was it?"

"Yes, sir."

"That's well done. I'm to blame: I overlooked it. But you didn't, so all's as it should be."

He waited without impatience while Maia recovered herself and dried her eyes. Then he said, "Elleroth wants to see the four of us. There's no hurry; whenever you're ready."

"I'm ready, Anda-Nokomis," said Maia.