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QUETZAL'S FLOCK<br />
The cultivated area had passed in a blur, he wasn't sure whether they passed<br />
any of the population. They splashed through a ford and he had wits enough to realise<br />
that this was the first water he had seen in over a thousand kilometres. They left the<br />
ford behind and plunged on. Kane had visions of hurtling past the place with his Picun<br />
in full command. Hammadi and his companions had different ideas. Once again, they<br />
demonstrated their skills by reining in their own beasts and grabbing his harness as he<br />
passed. They slowed to a respectable amble and came to a halt on a clear area of rock<br />
at the base of the pinnacles.<br />
Kane looked up and realised how deceptive they had appeared from the edge<br />
of the ancient crater. They towered above the level of the clearing. He was right about<br />
them being black. The rock was smooth, his professional interest was roused. They<br />
were composed of a tight grained, granite-like rock, with no fissures or splits. It<br />
would be very hard to work, but there were artificial openings at their base, leading to<br />
the inside.<br />
They dismounted in front of the central pinnacle. It was an unbroken shaft of<br />
rock which towered above the others. By the time he had dismounted, they were<br />
surrounded by a crowd of men and woman who had emerged from nowhere. They<br />
stared at him without emotion. Hammadi called a greeting which was returned<br />
without much enthusiasm. It was almost as if they were not welcome. Hammadi didn't<br />
seem to be ruffled.<br />
Dagh was loosening the ropes which held the Bole to the spare mount. The<br />
Bole was deactivated, Dagh was in no danger. He placed it carefully in the dust. The<br />
visiting party and the reception committee stood and stared at each other. No<br />
comment was made about the absence of the fourth rider. Unless there had been some<br />
sort of telepathic message, they could have had no idea of what had happened to him.<br />
A old man, enveloped in a Kous, stepped out of the crowd and stood in front of Kane.<br />
He bowed his head slightly.<br />
"I bid you greeting, my Lord. You are welcome to the Caverns of the Crag."<br />
Kane inclined his head. The old man continued.<br />
"I am Nijah and I am a servant of the Master of Dreams. He has instructed me<br />
to provide the comfort of an inner chamber and special facilities."<br />
"I thank you for your greeting - and the hospitality of the Master of Dreams."<br />
Nijah led the way through the silent group of onlookers who didn't seem any<br />
more friendly than earlier. Kane picked up the Bole and swore silently at the weight.<br />
They entered one of the openings in the base of the rock. Inside, there was a further<br />
series of passages which inclined downward. Nijah took one, after a few paces, the<br />
incline gave way to a flight of steps. The passage was quite high and wide enough to<br />
permit easy access. The rock was as smooth as it had looked on the outside. They<br />
must have used sophisticated tools to cut it and that implied a technology he wouldn't<br />
have suspected.<br />
They levelled out eventually into a broad gallery. It was a focal point of that<br />
level. There were a number of passages leading off, some of which appeared to go<br />
lower. The scene was lit by flaring torches of resinous wood, guttering from brackets<br />
high in the walls.<br />
The air was cool, he began to revive. The incessant heat had been enervating.<br />
One thing worried him still, the ground continued to trembled, although nothing fell<br />
from the roof. Perhaps, there was nothing left which was loose, only the roof itself<br />
could come down.<br />
Nijah led him further, through a series of passages to a small chamber. It was<br />
high, even if the floor space was cramped. It had no door, just an arch of rock. There<br />
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