rh.conanthewarrior-第15章
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nant strength that lurked in the princess' limbs that made Valeria a helpless； quivering captive in her hands。 It was the burning； hypnotic； terrible eyes of Tascela。
7。 He es from the Dark
〃Well； I'm a Kushite！〃
Conan glared down at the man on the iron rack。
〃What the devil are you doing on that thing？〃
Incoherent sounds issued from behind the gag and Conan bent and tore it away； evoking a bellow of fear from the captive； for his action caused the iron ball to lurch down until it nearly touched the broad breast。
〃Be careful； for Set's sake！〃 begged Olmec。
〃What for？〃 demanded Conan。 〃Do you think I care what happens to you？ I only wish I had time to stay here and watch that chunk of iron grind your guts out。 But I'm in a hurry。 Where's Valeria？〃
〃Loose me！〃 urged Olmec。 〃I will tell you all！〃
〃Tell me first。〃
〃Never！〃 The prince's heavy jaws set stubbornly。
〃All right。〃 Conan seated himself on a near…by bench。 〃I'll find her myself； after you've been reduced to a jelly。 I believe I can speed up that process by twisting my sword…point around in your ear；〃 he added； extending the weapon experimentally。
〃Wait！〃 Words came in a rush from the captive's ashy lips。 〃Tascela took her from me。 I've never been anything but a puppet in Tascela's hands。〃
〃Tascela？〃 snorted Conan； and spat。 〃Why； the filthy…〃
〃No； no！〃 panted Olmec。 〃It's worse than you think。 Tascela is old…centuries old。 She renews her life and her youth by the sacrifice of beautiful young women。 That's one thing that has reduced the clan to its present state。 She will draw the essence of Valeria's life into her own body； and bloom with fresh vigor and beauty。〃
〃Are the doors locked？〃 asked Conan； thumbing his sword edge。
〃Aye！ But I know a way to get into Tecuhltli。 Only Tascela and I know； and she thinks me helpless and you slain。 Free me and I swear I will help you rescue Valeria。 Without my help you cannot win into Tecuhltli； for even if you tortured me into revealing the secret； you couldn't work it。 Let me go； and we will steal on Tascela and kill her before she can work magic…before she can fix her eyes on us。 A knife thrown from behind will do the work。 I should have killed her thus long ago； but I feared that without her to aid us the Xotalancas would overe us。 She needed my help； too； that's the only reason she let me live this long。 Now neither needs the other； and one must die。 I swear that when we have slain the witch； you and Valeria shall go free without harm。 My people will obey me when Tascela is dead。〃
Conan stooped and cut the ropes that held the prince； and Olmec slid cautiously from under the great ball and rose； shaking his head like a bull and muttering imprecations as he fingered his lacerated scalp。 Standing shoulder to shoulder the two men presented a formidable picture of primitive power。 Olmec was as tall as Conan； and heavier； but there was something repellent about the Tlazitlan； something abysmal and monstrous that contrasted unfavorably with the clean…cut； pact hardness of the Cimmerian。 Conan had discarded the remnants of his tattered； blood…soaked shirt； and stood with his remarkable muscular development impressively revealed。 His great shoulders were as broad as those of Olmec； and more cleanly outlined； and his huge breast arched with a more impressive sweep to a hard waist that lacked the paunchy thickness of Olmec's midsection。 He might have been an image of primal strength cut out of bronze。 Olmec was darker； but not from the burning of the sun。 If Conan was a figure out of the dawn of time； Olmec was a shambling； somber shape from the darkness of time's pre…dawn。
〃Lead on；〃 demanded Conan。 〃And keep ahead of me。 I don't trust you any farther than I can throw a bull by the tail。〃
Olmec turned and stalked on ahead of him； one hand twitching slightly as it plucked at his matted beard。
Olmec did not lead Conan back to the bronze door； which the prince naturally supposed Tascela had locked； but to a certain chamber on the border of Tecuhltli。
〃This secret has been guarded for half a century；〃 he said。 〃Not even our own clan knew of it； and the Xotalancas never learned。 Tecuhltli himself built this secret entrance； afterwards slaying the slaves who did the work for he feared that he might find himself locked out of his own kingdom some day because of the spite of Tascela； whose passion for him soon changed to hate。 But she discovered the secret； and barred the hidden door against thim one day as he fled back from an unsuccessful raid； and the Xotalancas took him and flayed him。 But once； spying upon her； I saw her enter Tecuhltli by this route； and so learned the secret。〃
He pressed upon a gold ornament in the wall； and a panel swung inward； disclosing an ivory stair leading upward。
〃This stair is built within the wall；〃 said Olmec。 〃It leads up to a tower upon the roof； and thence other stairs wind down to the various chambers。 Hasten！〃
〃After you； rade！〃 retorted Conan satirically； swaying his broadsword as he spoke； and Olmec shrugged his shoulders and stepped onto the staircase。 Conan instantly followed him； and the door shut behind them。 Far above a cluster of fire…jewels made the staircase a well of dusky dragon…light。
They mounted until Conan estimated that they were above the level of the fourth floor； and then came out into a cylindrical tower； in the domed roof of which was set the bunch of fire…jewels that lighted the stair。 Through gold…barred windows； set with unbreakable crystal panes； the first windows he had seen in Xuchotl； Conan got a glimpse of high ridges； domes and more towers； looming darkly against the stars。 He was looking across the roofs of Xuchotl。
Olmec did not look through the windows。 He hurried down one of the several stairs that wound down from the tower； and when they had descended a few feet； this stair changed into a narrow corridor that wound tortuously on for some distance。 It ceased at a steep flight of steps leading downward。 There Olmec paused。
Up from below； muffled； but unmistakable； welled a woman's scream； edged with fright； fury； and shame。 And Conan recognized Valeria's voice。
In the swift rage roused by that cry； and the amazement of wondering what peril could wring such a shriek from Valeria's reckless lips； Conan forgot Olmec。 He pushed past the prince and started down the stair。 Awakening instinct brought him about again； just as Olmec strruck with his great mallet…like fist。 The blow； firece and silent； was aimed at the base of Conan's brain。 But the Cimmerian wheeled in time to receive the buffet on the side of his neck instead。 The impact would have snapped the vertebrae of a lesser man。 As it was； Conan swayed backward； but even as he reeled he dropped his sword； useless at such close quarters； and grasped Olmec's extended arm； dragging the prince with him as he fell。 Headlong they went down the steps together； in a revolving whirl of limbs and heads and bodies。 And as they went； Conan's iron fingers found and locked in Olmec's bull…throat。
The barbarian's neck and shoulder felt numb from the sledge…like impact of Olmec's huge fist； which had carried all the strength of the massive forearm； thick triceps and great shoulder。 But this did not affect his ferocity to any appreciable extent。 Like a bulldog he hung on grimly； rolled； until at last they struck an ivory panel…door at the bottom with such and impact that they splintered it its full length and crashed through its ruins。 But Olmec was already dead； for those iron fingers had crushed out his life and broken his neck as they fell。
Conan rose； shaking the splinters from his great shoulders； blinking blood and dust out of his eyes。
He was in the great throne room。 There were fifteen people in that room besides himself。 The first person he saw was Valeria。 A curious black altar stood before the throne…dais。 Ranged about it； seven black candles in golden candlesticks sent up oozing spirals of thick green smoke； disturbingly scented。 These spirals united in a cloud near the ceiling； forming a smoky arch above the altar。 On that altar lay Valeria； stark naked； her white flesh gleaming in shocking contrast to the glistening ebon stone。 She was not bound。 She lay at full length； her arms stretched out above her head to their fullest extent。 At the head of the altar knelt a young man； holding her wrists firmly。 A young woman knelt at the other end of the altar； grasping her ankles。 Between them she could neither rise nor move。
Eleven men and women of Tecuhltli knelt dumbly in a semicircle； watching the scene with hot； lustful eyes。
On the ivory throne…seat Tascela lolled。 Bronze bowls of incense rolled their spirals about her； the wisps of smoke curled about her naked limbs like caressing fingers。 She could not sit still； she squirmed and shifted about with sensuous abandon； as if finding pleasure in the contact of the smooth ivory with her sleek flesh。
The crash of the door as it broke beneath the impact of the hurtling bodies caused no change in the scene。 The kneeling men and women merely glanced incuriously at the corpse of their prince and at the man who rose from the ruins of the door； then swung their eyes greedily back to the writhing white shape on the black altar。 Tascela looked insolently at him； and sprawled back on her seat； laughing mockingly。
〃Slut！〃 Conan saw red。 His hands clenched into iron hammers as he started for her。 With his first step something clanged loudly and steel bit savagely into his leg。 He stumbled and almost fell； checked in his headlong stride。 The jaws of an iron trap had closed on his leg； with teeth that sank deep and held。 Only the ridged muscles of his calf saved the bone from being splintered。 The accursed thing had sprung out of the smoldering floor without warning。 He saw the slots now； in the floor where the jaws had lain； perfectly camouflaged。
〃Fool！〃 laughed Tascela。 〃Did you think I would not guard against your possible return？ Every door in this chamber is guarded by such traps。 Stand there and watch now； while I fulfill the destiny of your handsome friend！ Then I will decide your own。〃
Conan's hand instinctively sought his belt； only to encounter an empty scabbard。 His sword was on the stair behind him。 His poniard was lying back in the forest； where the dragon had torn it from his jaw。 The steel teeth in his leg were like burning coals； but the pain was not as savage as the fury that seethed in his soul。 He was trapped； like a wolf。 If he had had his sword he would have hewn off his leg and crawled across the floor to slay Tascela。 Valeria's eyes rolled toward him with mute appeal； and his own helplessness sent red waves of madness surging through his brain。
Dropping on the knee of his free leg； he strove to get his fingers between the jaws of the trap； to tear them apart by sheer strength。 Blood started from beneath his fingernails； but the jaws fitted close about his leg in a circle whose segments jointed perfectly； contracted until there was no space between his mangled flesh and the fanged iron。 The site of Valeria's naked body added flame to the fire of his rage。
Tascela ignored him。 Rising lan
