And Iâve had dealings with Zuraâs zombies and Lathiâs termen. The former canât help themselves and the latter are more termites than men. They have insect instinctsâtermentalities, so to speak. But these buggersââ
âThey are something else, I agree,â Limnar answered. âAnd I believe I know why we find them so objectionable. Itâs because they are what they are: almost-human. Zuraâs zombies, whatever they are now, were once men, poor creaturesâand Lathiâs termen never were men. But the Lengites could be men! That is to say theyâre intelligent, they have emotions (I think), they trade with menâhowever dubiouslyâand they share other human traits. They are, literally, almost -humans! Thatâs what so disgusts you: the fact that creatures so nearly men should be so, well, un -manlike.â
Gytherik gave a little shudder. âMe, I prefer gaunts any old time. Even ghouls might be better than horned ones. King Carter, Iâm told, has a personal friend in the ghoul-leader, who himself was once a waking-worlder. So ghouls canât be all that bad.â
âI never met a ghoul,â Hero shrugged, his attention on Eldin, âso I donât know. But just look what the old ladâs up to.â Half-frowning, half-grinning, he nodded in Eldinâs direction. âYou can talk about un-humans all you like, but when it comes to devious minds thereâs nothing to touch the minds of men. And my pal there can be devilish devious when heâs of a mind.â
The Wanderer had had the Lengites trussed up in small nets, to each of which he had attached a rope. Now, on his instructions, as Gnorri II sailed higher, her crew lowered the horned ones over the side and made fast the ropes to the shipâs rails. Eldin, grinning, leaned over the rail and peered down at them. He casually picked at his nails with the razor-sharp point of a wicked-looking knife.
âRight, you two,â he said at last to the helplessly dangling pair. âYour Captain called us pirates, so I donât see why we shouldnât act the part. That being so, this is my version of walking-the-plank. Itâs called cutting-the-rope. Iâll explain how it works ⦠Are you listening?â
Their yellow eyes gazed hatefully up at him; but each in his turn, they nodded. âGood,â Eldin continued. âRight then, this is how it works: I ask questions and you answer themâtruthfully. If you donât answer, or if I suspect youâre lying, then I cut through a little strand of rope. There are perhaps ten such strands to each rope. Now you black-hearted sods being what you are, there are bound to be lots of lies, which means that sooner or later one of you goes whistling down to the desert. Splish! â Eldin paused a moment to enjoy the low moans of terror which now floated up to him from his squat, until now silent, captives. Finally one of them spoke:
âYou could not do it,â came the creatureâs paradoxically oily croak. âYour much-vaunted human compassion would never allow it.â
âThat voice,â said Limnar, frowning. He crossed to the rail and peered over. âYour red sash gives you away, my friend,â he said after a moment, speaking to one of Eldinâs victims.
âYour sash and your voice. You areâwereâthe Captain of the wrecked ship!â
âAs one Captain to another, then,â came the gravelly answer, âI request you put an end to this and set us free. These waking-worlders are marked men. If you side with them you too are marked.â
âWhen I asked you to land your ship you fired on us,â Limnar was quick to remind. âYou are now paying the price. What the Wanderer does with you is no concern of mine.â He moved away from the rail.
âWhich leads me to my first question,â Eldin continued. âHow, exactly, are we marked men? Hero