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QUETZAL'S FLOCK<br />
"Do you have some of that ointment you use for sore spots? Hammadi gave<br />
me some when I chaffed my crotch sore on the Picun."<br />
One of the five warriors still had a little steam left in him. He reared up when<br />
he heard the name of his hated enemy. Kane thrust him down roughly and he swore<br />
like a trooper - which wasn't surprising, since he probably was one.<br />
"Watch it my friend. If you think the Bole can do you damage, you haven't<br />
seen me in action!"<br />
Nuraghe made a hasty introduction.<br />
"This is the Lord Quetzal. He wishes to meet the Tepe Eridos. He carries the<br />
image of the Tepe Eridos."<br />
His explanation was intended to explain everything, it didn't, but they reserved<br />
judgement. Kane and Nuraghe spent a sticky half hour anointing wounds with a<br />
supply of the ointment. The place smelt like a Picun corral by the time they had<br />
finished. The five wounded still glowered suspiciously, particularly in the direction of<br />
the Bole. Kane took a chance and left them together with Nuraghe. It wasn't much of<br />
a chance, the Bole would record the conversation and take appropriate action if it<br />
became a conspiracy.<br />
He wandered to the upper level and stepped out into the bare area of rock<br />
surrounding the pinnacles. He looked out across the expanse of crops to the distant,<br />
low profile of the crater lip. The red star had a great flare out to one side. It was still<br />
gaseous and tenuous but it was much greater than before. The harbinger of the Dwarf.<br />
He was rather pleased with the poetic thought. He wondered if he ought to leave the<br />
six men alone for too long, he was reassured by the thought of his super spy.<br />
He worked his way around the base of the pinnacles to the far side where they<br />
kept the Picun. A few of the locals moved slowly in the torrid heat. They ignored him,<br />
enveloped in their flowing Kous, with their hood drawn down over their faces. The air<br />
was like a blast furnace and heavy with the stench of the Picun. It wasn't a pleasant<br />
place to be, but at least, it was out of the direct light of the red sun. He stood in the<br />
shadows, conscious of the sweat trickling down his body under the Kous. He retreated<br />
from the heat and found the entrance down into the coolness.<br />
The flares flickered on the smooth stone surfaces of the passages and stairs.<br />
Everything was still, except for the slap of his sandals on the cool floor. He stopped<br />
abruptly. That was it! That was what had impressed on his subconscious since he had<br />
arrived. Everything was still! Not only the caverns, but the whole planet. The<br />
shuddering and quaking had subsided. It was as if Jubal was storing itself up for some<br />
titanic outburst. It was gathering itself for the last, final, gut-tearing convulsion. When<br />
that happened, it would burst open like a gathered boil and spew its guts over tens of<br />
millions of cubic kilometres of space!<br />
He re-entered his chamber cautiously. The Bole didn't clamour an alarm. He<br />
looked into the faces of his six visitors. They were reclining on whatever they could<br />
find and the place smelt worse than before. They returned his gaze solemnly, the<br />
hostility had subsided.<br />
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