Swords Against Wizardry by Fritz Leiber ...
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in advance, and even offering them other girls in addition to Ivivis and Friska -- a<br />
benison which they'd rejected, with some inward regrets, after noting the glares<br />
in the eyes of those two. Twice or thrice Quarmal had smiled in too tiger-friendly<br />
a fashion, but at such times Fafhrd had stood a little closer to Kewissa and<br />
emphasized his light but inflexible grip on her, to remind the old Lord that she<br />
and the prince she carried were hostages for his and the Mouser's safety.<br />
As the mucky road curved up a little, the towers of Quarmall came into view<br />
above the treetops. The Mouser's gaze drifted to them, and he studied the lacy<br />
pinnacles thoughtfully, wondering whether he'd ever see them again. Suddenly<br />
the whim seized him to return to Quarmall straightway -- yes, to slip off the back<br />
of the load and run there. What did the outer world hold half so fine as the<br />
wonders of that subterranean kingdom? -- its mazy mural-pictured tunnelings a<br />
man might spend his life tracing ... its buried delights ... even its evils beautiful ...<br />
its delicious infinitely varied blacks ... its hidden fan-driven air....Yes, suppose he<br />
dropped down soundlessly this very moment...<br />
There was a flash, a brilliant scintillation from the tallest keep. It pricked the<br />
Mouser like a goad and he loosed his hold and let himself slide backward off the<br />
load. But just at that instant the road turned and grew firm and the trees moved<br />
higher, masking the towers, and the Mouser came to himself and grabbed hold<br />
again before his feet touched the road and he hung there while the wheels<br />
creaked merrily and cold sweat drenched him.<br />
Then the wagon stopped and the Mouser dropped down and took three deep<br />
breaths and then hastened forward to where Fafhrd had descended too and was<br />
busy with the harness of the horses and their traces.<br />
"Up again, Fafhrd, and whip up," he cried. "This Quarmal is a cunninger<br />
witch than I guessed. If we waste time <strong>by</strong> the way, I fear for our freedom and our<br />
souls!"<br />
"You're telling me!" Fafhrd retorted. "This road winds and there'll be more<br />
sticky stretches. Trust a wagon's speed? -- pah! We'll uncouple the four horses<br />
and taking only simplest victuals and the smallest and most precious of the<br />
treasure, gallop across the moor away from Quarmall straight as the crow flies.<br />
That way we _should_ dodge ambush and outrun ranging pursuit. Friska, Ivivis!<br />
Spring to it, all!"<br />
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