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beginning to gather. Blade noticed that even Winter Owl did not care to look
at the sight very long.
Good. Maybe the Uchendi won't try to exterminate the Rutari after all. And
when I take the Idol with me, maybe these people will stop worshiping
weapons-magic. Perhaps the idea that there's such a thing as too much killing
is about to take root in Latan.
In the face of the Uchendi riders the Rutari either ran or died. Most of them
did both. By nightfall the
Uchendi were back in Red Stones village. Only a few huts were still habitable,
but Blade and Crystal were given one of them.
They lit a fire on the hearth and sat down, too tired to even take off their
Guardian regalia. In one corner they piled Ellspa's equipment, which they'd
found in the saddlebags of her straying ezinti.
Shpuga-repellant, staff, aphrodisiacs, enough kerush seed to put a whole tribe
into kerush-magor-Ellspa had come well-equipped.
It hadn't done her any good.
Blade leaned back against the wall, realizing how much of the day he'd spent
running on sheer willpower.
Having that vulnerable spot called "Zoe" reached had taken something out of
him that a normal battle didn't. The mere fact of that vulnerability didn't
bother him. Indeed, it taught him more about himself and telepathy. That did
no harm.
The only problem was-what else might be lurking inside him, ready or at least
able to be reached telepathically? "Know yourself" was always a good idea; if
you were working with telepathy, it might be a life-or-death matter.
Well, tonight was no time for life-or-death matters. Rather, it was time for
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living-and for one particular kind of living. Blade reached out an arm for
Crystal, and she snuggled into its curve.
She felt so warm and comfortable against Blade that it was a moment before he
noticed his head throbbing. Then he sat up, pushing her violently aside.
"Blade, what-?" She sounded concerned rather than angry or frightened.
"Another attack-English magic kind of attack," he said. The pain was mounting
and the words came out only with difficulty. He shifted to telepathy.
("Cheeky. We go Home. Get some kerush seeds and come to me. ")
("Home?" came Cheeky's questioning reply.) But he was already digging in
Ellspa's gear. He radiated joy as he found a pouch of seeds, then leaped
toward Blade. Blade caught him in his arms and then grabbed the Idol.
("Blade?" cried Crystal. "I don't think this is an attack. You aren't afraid.
You're going back to England, with Cheeky?")
Blade couldn't manage a word now even in his mind, but he tried to give her an
affirmative. Then the pain ebbed just enough to let him give a clearer
message.
("Yes. It is a friend doing the magic, not an enemy as I thought. Stay away
from me, Crystal. You might be caught in the magic. Stay here, be happy.")
("I will, I will.") She wanted to cry but was fighting it back.
("Good girl. ")
She will do damned well as the first female Guardian of the Uchendi, was
Blade's last thought in the
Dimension of the warriors of Latan.
Chapter 28
Lord Leighton sat at his desk and contemplated the laboratory reports on
Blade's trip to Latan. He also contemplated the complexity of the Universe. At
times it seemed as if that complexity altogether exceeded the bounds of
reason. This was one of those times.
Leighton knew there was no real reason why the Universe should be so regulated
as to be comprehensible to him or to anyone else. He did not really have the
right, as a mere human, to feel a sense of personal grievance against those in
charge of arranging such matters.
Nonetheless, he did. He also felt more than a little frightened. What Blade
had brought back from the last trip was throwing far too many questions about
time, space, and Dimension X into the melting pot.
Leighton felt as if he were sliding down an ice-coated hillside on a black
night with the wind howling about him and strange shapes lurking in the
darkness just out of range of clear vision.
He would have felt still worse if it hadn't been for three things.
One was Blade's and Cheeky's safe return. They were now at Blade's country
house, supposedly
relaxing, but Leighton figured Blade had probably recommenced on the
remodeling of the old house already. Blade couldn't sit idle for long.
The second good thing was the gun Blade had brought back from Latan. J's
weapon experts had studied the submachine gun and confirmed what the markings
indicated: that the UZI was from Englor. That meant that someone else-and
someone who was not an enemy-was capable of Dimension X travel. Just how
capable they were was something Leighton might not ever learn, but if he did,
it might just be possible that England and its inter-Dimensional
counterpart-Englor-would be able to pool their knowledge and capabilities.
Leighton picked up the UZI and pulled the trigger. The only sound was an empty
click. The weapons experts had said that the gun was beyond repair. But
Crystal had fired a round. Had the woman really made the gun function with
only her mind?
"Telekinesis . . ." Leighton murmured to himself and shook his head. "Perhaps
it can also move a person the way it can move an object . . . ." Well, enough
of this speculation, Leighton thought. There would be time to consider
telekinesis later.
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Now Leighton scanned the laboratory report on the kerush seed. This was the
third good thing that had resulted from this trip to Dimension X. The report
said that the key ingredient of the kerush could be synthesized without too
much trouble. Not without much expense, however, because the processes were
costly, but they were well proven for many years in the pharmaceutical
industry.
In a few months they could have enough kerush for years of experiments in
telepathy. Should they go ahead?
Should rain fall down?
The more difficult question was where to begin. They would need both Blade and
Cheeky for these experiments, which would attempt to find others with
telepathic capabilities. They would hope to find someone who could link up
with Blade and/or Cheeky in such a way that he or she would be able to go to
Dimension X also.
Whatever the case, the kerush seemed to be the key to telepathy, and telepathy
might still be the key to regular travel into Dimension X.
Leighton activated the terminal on his desk and punched in the call for a
readout on certain key items of equipment they'd need to produce the kerush,
as well as the cost of doing so. He'd want to be briefed with all the vital
statistics before he sat down to persuade the Prime Minister to release more
money from the Secret Fund.
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