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QUETZAL'S FLOCK<br />
He placed the Bole in a surveillance mode. It was to remain silent and<br />
immobile unless it was attacked or moved. It would observe and report all activity.<br />
These were elementary precautions. It could only be a matter of time before someone<br />
took a good look at the Pentacle and identified its image. When that happened, he<br />
would need to be on his guard.<br />
He stretched out on his bedding and stared at the rock ceiling. Urartu intrigued<br />
him. Zayez had been the All Wise. Urartu was the Master of Dreams. What dreams, he<br />
wondered? What visions could the old man see? What implications would they hold<br />
for Kane Ashford and the dormant man he carried within him. On Lynxe, he had been<br />
Taxila. On Jubal, he apparently went under the name of Lord Quetzal and for the<br />
moment, he had chosen to remain quiescent. Lord Quetzal and his <strong>Flock</strong>. A flock of<br />
what, Kane wondered? Surely not the ridiculous Picun! There was a surge of inner<br />
amusement. Lord Quetzal was not as inactive as he pretended!<br />
Kane fingered the Pentacle at his neck. One of his tasks was obvious. It was to<br />
seek out and befriend the man whose image it carried. Something told him it would<br />
not be easy. Before he left the planet, this man would have to be won over and<br />
agreeable to leaving with him - for what purpose? Danyk had left Lynxe with him -<br />
and he was lost somewhere in the Psi channel they had both entered. Kane had a<br />
sudden longing for his Companion of the Image. He felt an urgent need for support on<br />
a hostile world, whose people appeared to be so totally different to those of Lynxe.<br />
He glanced at the Bole. He had access to time again. He only needed to<br />
activate it and ask. He did so, estimation was an inexact art and impossible in a cavern<br />
hundreds of metres below the surface. Even on the surface, the transit of the sun of<br />
Jubal hadn't helped him to estimate time during his journey. The 0.00049 of a degree,<br />
the Bole had talked about, was imperceptible. To all intents and purposes, the red<br />
giant was motionless. In the normal human lifetime, it would change position only a<br />
little over one and a quarter degrees. The Bole politely provided the information that it<br />
was about four in the afternoon of an average Old Earth day cycle.<br />
Kane's stomach was growling. The diet of hard tack upon which he had<br />
survived whilst crossing the desert, could hardly be described as a gourmet meal. He<br />
hoped it wasn't going to prove to be the staple diet. He remembered the loaded table<br />
in the Thanehold of Lyot and the last evening he had shared a meal with them - and<br />
Maia's small hand creeping into his in an attempt at consolation. He wondered how<br />
many hundreds of years separated him from her. It was possible that those times were<br />
remote history. Perhaps the coming of Taxila at that time was now a legend in which<br />
Maia had the role of the woman he had taken and left, pregnant with his child. The<br />
opposite could also apply and Maia was yet to be born.<br />
He forced the thoughts out of his mind, there was nothing to be gained by self<br />
torture, or false hopes that he might be able to return to her. He was interrupted. Nijah<br />
almost crawled into the room.<br />
"I crave my Lord's forgiveness."<br />
It had a familiar ring to it. Kane sighed in exasperation. It seemed to go with<br />
the territory that he was never going to be treated as a normal human being. People<br />
had the habit of feeling cheated when it was discovered that he had feet of clay. He<br />
had an unpleasant memory of Jabez and his attempt at amateur surgery.<br />
"What's the problem, Nijah?"<br />
"My Lord will surely chastise me!"<br />
"Please explain."<br />
"I failed to provide clean clothing, Lord Quetzal!"<br />
"Is that all?"<br />
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