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TAXILA'S CHILDREN<br />
whether it had survived in the vortex with him. He looked with revulsion, at the naked man<br />
framed in the central pentagon and then down to what Jabez had done. A small animal was<br />
laid out in a carefully arranged posture. It had been skewered through the heart by a small<br />
dagger. Around it were fruits and berries.<br />
It took all his remaining strength to get back to bed. He wondered if he was going to make<br />
it, desperation drove him. It would have been more than embarrassing to be found helpless on<br />
the kitchen floor, or prostrate before the sacrifice. Suddenly, he felt afraid - confronted by an<br />
alien mind and culture.<br />
He had spent most of the morning creeping about the house. Their star was already high in<br />
a cloudless sky, as he passed the window again on the way back to his bed. He paused for a<br />
moment to recover his breath and take in the view. It was as still as before, the only<br />
movement being a breath of air stirring the tree tops. It was no longer quite so beautiful.<br />
He fell on to the bed in a muck sweat. His heart was pounding from all the exertion. He<br />
ought to be exalting that having set himself an assignment, he had been victorious but all he<br />
could see was the still, small furry thing that had given up its life to satisfy the superstitious<br />
need of a superior species. He was so exhausted that he fell asleep and didn't waken again<br />
until the light was growing dim. He could hear Caela clattering around in the room beyond<br />
the curtain, a room that was no longer a mystery. He wondered if she had had any part in the<br />
sacrifice.<br />
She brought in the lamp shortly after and beamed down at him. He forced himself to<br />
respond in the way she expected. The exertion had done him good, he felt ready for anything<br />
- well, almost anything. She bustled out of the room again and the clatter of the utensils<br />
resumed. He sat back against the wall and planned his next move. It was more important than<br />
ever to get mobile and he wanted to explore the outside - that would be the next excursion.<br />
He resolved not to revisit the room of sacrifice and tried to reassure himself that it was their<br />
business and their custom.<br />
Caela returned with his meal and they engaged in their little ritual. He began to doubt the<br />
wisdom of it when she seized his hand and began to kiss it fervently. The last thing he could<br />
afford was the complication of an irate husband, especially when he couldn't move fast<br />
enough to get out of his way. He decided to cool the situation, slowly and gently, so as not to<br />
hurt her feelings. He hoped that their nasty habits with knives didn't extend to those suspected<br />
of adultery.<br />
Caela's unsuspecting spouse made his usual call a little later than usual. He looked as<br />
genial as ever and Steve tried not to look guilty about something he hadn't yet done. He<br />
wondered how far the searching of his mind extended and how much Jabez knew of his<br />
wandering.<br />
"My Lord is looking considerably better. Each day that passes, increases my Lord's<br />
strength."<br />
Steve had to agree with his servant's judgement, at least Jabez sounded genial and<br />
approving. Steve wished that he would cut out all the flowery nonsense and get down to<br />
calling him by his name. That was another problem, Jabez had got it firmly into his head that<br />
his name was hyphenated. Apparently, the concept of a first name separated from a last name,<br />
didn't exist in their society. To him, he was 'My Lord Steve-Holt'. It sounded like the<br />
measurement of something: 'The meter measures ten Steve-Holts'.<br />
"If my Lord pleases, I have a teacher who will endeavour to explain the concepts of our<br />
language. My Lord may remember that he requested this."<br />
He gazed at Steve anxiously, as if he wasn't quite sure whether he was dealing with a<br />
moron who couldn't remember what he said from one day to the next. Steve suppressed<br />
thoughts of irritation.<br />
"Please bring in the man you have chosen."<br />
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