Chapter 26
"Do not be afraid," she said. "I am Yasmela, but there is no reason to fear me."
"Why did you lead me here?" he snarled, his blazing eyes darting all about the chamber. "What manner of trap is this?"
"There is no trickery," she answered. "I brought you here because you can aid me. I called on the G.o.ds on Mitra and he bade me go into the streets and ask aid of the first man I met."
This was something he could understand. The barbarians had their oracles. He lowered his sword, though he did not sheathe it.
"Well, if you're Yasmela, you need aid," he grunted. "Your kingdom's in a devil of a mess.
But how can I aid you? If you want a throat cut, of course "
"Sit down," she requested. "Vateesa, bring him wine."
He complied, taking care, she noticed, to sit with his back against a solid wall, where he could watch the whole chamber. He laid his naked sword across his mail-sheathed knees. She
157.glanced at it in fascination. Its dull blue glimmer seemed to reflect tales of bloodshed and rapine; she doubted her ability to lift it, yet she knew that the mercenary could wield it with one hand as lightly as she could wield a riding-whip. She noted the breadth and power of his hands; they were not the stubby undeveloped paws of a troglodyte. With a guilty start she found herself imagining those strong fingers locked in her dark hair.
He seemed rea.s.sured when she deposited herself on a satin divan opposite him. He lifted off his basinet and laid it on the table, and drew back his coif, letting the mail folds fall upon his ma.s.sive shoulders. She saw more fully now his unlikeness to the Hyborian races. In his dark, scarred face there was a suggestion of moodiness; and without being marked by depravity, or definitely evil, there was more than a suggestion of the sinister about his features, set off by his smoldering blue eyes. A low broad forehead was topped by a square-cut tousled mane as black as a raven's wing.
"Who are you?" she asked abruptly.
"Conan, a captain of the mercenary spearmen," he answered, emptying the wine-cup at a gulp and holding it out for more. "I was born in Cimmeria."
The name meant little to her. She only knew vaguely that it was a wild grim hill-country which lay far to the north, beyond the last outposts of the Hyborian nations, and was peopled by a fierce moody race. She had never before seen one of them.
Resting her chin on her hands, she gazed at him with the deep dark eyes that had enslaved many a heart.
"Conan of Cimmeria," she said, "you said I needed aid. Why?"
"Well," he answered, "any man can see that. Here is the king your brother in an Ophirean prison; here is Koth plotting to enslave you; here is this sorcerer screaming h.e.l.l-fire and destruction down in Shem and what's worse, here are your soldiers deserting every day."
She did not at once reply; it was a new experience for a man to speak so forthrightly to her, his words not couched in courtier phrases.
"Why are my soldiers deserting, Conan?" she asked.
"Some are being hired away by Koth," he replied, pulling at the wine-jar
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Natohk.
"Will the mercenaries stand?" she asked anxiously.
"As long as you pay us well," he answered frankly. "Your politics are nothing to us. You cantrust Amalric, our general, but the rest of us are only common men who love loot. If you pay the ransom Ophir asks, men say you'll be unable to pay us. In that case we might go over to the king of Koth, though that cursed miser is no friend of mine. Or we might loot this city. In a civil war the plunder is always plentiful."
"Why would you not go over to Natohk?" she inquired.
"What could he pay us?" he snorted. "With fat-bellied bra.s.s idols he looted from the Shemite cities? As long as you're fighting Natohk, you may trust us.
"Would your comrades follow you?" she asked abruptly.
"What do you mean?
"I mean," she answered deliberately, "that I am going to make you commander of the armies ofKhoraja!
".He stopped short, the goblet at his lips, which curved in a broad grin. His eyes blazed with a new light.
"Commander? Crom! But what will your perfumed n.o.bles say?
"They will obey me!" She clapped her hands to summon a slave, who entered, bowing deeply."Have Count Thespides come to me at once, and the chancellor Taurus, lord Amalric, and theAgha Shupras.
"I place my trust in Mitra," she said, bending her gaze on Conan, who was now devouring the food placed before him by the trembling Vateesa. "You have seen much war?
"."I was born in the midst of a battle," he answered, tearing a chunk of meat from a huge joint with his strong teeth. "The first sound my ears heard was the clang of swords and the yells of the slaying. I have fought in blood-feuds, tribal wars, and imperial campaigns."
"But can you lead men and arrange battle-lines?
"Well, I can try," he returned imperturbably. "It's no more than sword-play on a larger scale.159.
You draw his guard, then stab, slas.h.!.+ And either his head is off, or yours."
The slave entered again, announcing the arrival of the men sent for, and Yasmela went into the outer chamber, drawing the velvet curtains behind her. The n.o.bles bent the knee, in evident surprize at her summons at such an hour.
"I have summoned you to tell you of my decision," said Yasmela. "The kingdom is in peril "
"Right enough, my princess." It was Count Thespides who spoke a tall man, whose black locks were curled and scented. With one white hand he smoothed his pointed mustache, and with the other he held a velvet chaperon with a scarlet feather fastened by a golden clasp. His pointed shoes were satin, his cote-hardie of gold-broidered velvet. His manner was slightly affected, but the thews under his silks were steely. "It were well to offer Ophir more gold for your royal brother's release."
"I strongly disagree," broke in Taurus the chancellor, an elderly man in an ermine-fringed robe, whose features were lined with the cares of his long service. "We have already offered what will beggar the kingdom to pay. To offer more would further excite Ophir's cupidity. My princess, I say as I have said before: Ophir will not move until we have met this invading horde. If we lose, he will give king Khossus to Koth; if we win, he will doubtless restore his majesty to us on payment of the ransom."
"And in the meantime," broke in Amalric, "the soldiers desert daily, and the mercenaries are restless to know why we dally." He was a Nemedian, a large man with a lion-like yellow mane.
"We must move swiftly, if at all "
"Tomorrow we march southward," she answered. "And there is the man who shall lead you!"
Jerking aside the velvet curtains she dramatically indicated the Cimmerian. It was perhaps not an entirely happy moment for the disclosure. Conan was sprawled in his chair, his feet propped on the ebony table, busily engaged in gnawing a beef-bone which he gripped firmly in both hands. He glanced casually at the astounded n.o.bles, grinned faintly at Amalric, and went on munching with undisguised relish.
"Mitra protect us!" exploded Amalric. "That's Conan the northron, the most turbulent of all my rogues! I'd have hanged him long ago, were he not the best swordsman that ever donned hauberk "
"Your highness is pleased to jest!" cried Thespides, his aristocratic features darkening. "This man is a savage a fellow of no culture or breeding! It is an insult to ask gentlemen to serve under him! I "
160."Count Thespides," said Yasmela, "you have my glove under your baldric. Please give it to me, and then go."
"Go?" he cried, starting. "Go where?"
"To Koth or to Hades!" she answered. "If you will not serve me as I wish, you shall not serve me at all."
"You wrong me, princess," he answered, bowing low, deeply hurt. "I would not forsake you.
For your sake I will even put my sword at the disposal of this savage."
"And you, my lord Amalric?"
Amalric swore beneath his breath, then grinned. True soldier of fortune, no s.h.i.+ft of fortune, however outrageous, surprized him much.
"I'll serve under him. A short life and a merry one, say I and with Conan the Throat-slitter in command, life is likely to be both merry and short. Mitra! If the dog ever commanded more than a company of cutthroats before, I'll eat him, harness and all!"
"And you, my Agha?" She turned to Shupras.