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QUETZAL'S FLOCK<br />
Motya let out a yell which carried across the torrid air of the plain. He waved<br />
an arm which did not have a sword at the end of it. It was a good sign. Hammadi<br />
altered course so as to converge with him. Dagh, on the other flank, turned his Picun<br />
and urged it to greater speed. Motya had stopped and was looking down into the broad<br />
expanse of the valley beyond. Kane pursed his dry lips into a noiseless whistle. The<br />
surface was moving, it rippled. There was a dull roar and the surface shuddered more<br />
than usual. A vast herd was on the move but not at a slow pace. Hammadi looked<br />
critical.<br />
"Something must have spooked them!"<br />
Around the front of the herd, riders were urging their Picun to cut across,<br />
trying to turn the mob. It was like a scene out of hell, a purple dust pall hung over<br />
them all. The riders were shrouded in their voluminous grey Kous, which made them<br />
look like ghouls herding souls into torment. Kane half expected the devil to appear<br />
and then remembered, he bore another name on Jubal. He felt a surge of humour from<br />
the inner man. He was left to wonder whether he would meet the Shaita of Lynxe in<br />
another form, to continue the perpetual battle. If he did, no doubt he would bear the<br />
name, Sharta.<br />
Hammadi and his two companions looked as if they were itching to get mixed<br />
up in the melee. It seemed opportune to remind them of their priorities.<br />
"Where's the Encampment?"<br />
They turned away from the spectacle reluctantly. Dagh answered proudly.<br />
"Always upwind of the dust."<br />
"How far?"<br />
Motya's answer was beyond Kane's conversion abilities.<br />
"One hundred thousand heartbeats!"<br />
"Perhaps, we'd better press on - before my heartbeats silt up with all the dust!"<br />
CHAPTER 9<br />
They skirted round the perimeter of the herd. There was a good deal of waving<br />
between them and the herders. The dust was appalling, it was hard to breath until they<br />
got upwind. They moved on to the area which the herd had grazed. The little<br />
Schwarm which had survived the chomping jaws, had been flattened into the dust.<br />
They increased their pace, the Picun, urged to greater efforts. It added to Kane's acute<br />
discomfort.<br />
Hammadi seemed to have a speciality about arriving at a breakneck gallop.<br />
Kane was reminded of earlier days when he had owned a souped up Skimmer, with<br />
which he drove the tolerant authorities at Mars/4 to distraction. He would shriek into<br />
the vacuum tunnels system, which kept the city air in and the dust laden atmosphere<br />
out, wrecking the carefully controlled seals. One day, they declared war and<br />
complained to his mother. He had been fifteen, or thereabouts and considered himself<br />
an adult. He had, by that stage, tumbled a couple of girls and discovered it to be a way<br />
of life he enjoyed. It hadn't saved him from getting his arse well and truly whipped.<br />
Mother had had a strong hand.<br />
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