Part 7 (1/2)
Tony looked out a window at their escort. Ten-footdjinnson twenty-foot camels. Bearded, mustachioed, tusked and pointed-eared monstrosities, with spears as tall as their camels, with monstrous scimitars as tall as Tony himself, with garments of silk and velvet and garnished with gigantic precious stones which gleamed even in the moonlight. A hundred of them, no less, keeping close formation about the beast on which Tony and Ghail the slave girl rode.
In the moonlight, thedjinnguard looked bored. It probably was boring, Tony reflected abstractedly, to be plodding at a mere forty miles an hour over endless sand, on the back of an acquaintance metamorphosized into a camel who would presently expect you to change places with him. This kind of exchange was taking place with some regularity. At least camels and their riders dropped out of formation and fell behind, and presently new camels and new riders came hurrying up from the rear to resume the place that had been vacated.
A lurching of the camel threw Ghail against him. She was veiled, now, and swathed in all the drapery of a woman dressed for travel or the street. She was singularly remote, too. Back at Barkut's city gate, she had climbed the ladder to the camel cabin-at the height of a second-story window-with an air of extreme aloofness, ignoring the demoniacdjinnguardsmen waiting about. Tony had been unable to match her dignity as he scrambled up and joined her in the small, close coupe. The guard had formed up about them and they had gone sweeping away into the desert darkness, leaving the city's faint and twinkling light behind. Ghail had spoken no word then, and she did not speak now. The silence was burdensome. A moment later the camel lurched again. Tony was thrown almost into her lap.
”I'm sorry,” he said politely. ”Bad road, this.”
”There is no road,” said Ghail composedly. ”We have reached the foothills of the mountains, and thedjinn are not used to walking. They wished to carry us in whirlwinds, but in your name I declined.”
”I suppose,” agreed Tony, ”we'd have gotten dizzy.”
He fell silent again. Another monstrous lurch, and Ghail landed almost exactly on his knee. He helped her back into her own place again and said: ”Look here! We'd better have some system about this! I know you disapprove of me thoroughly, but in default of safety-belts I'd better put my arm around you.”
The camel seemed to stumble and Tony grabbed. They were suddenly upright again, and his arm was firmly around her and she made no protest.
”I don't disapprove of you especially,” she said with some primness, ”but all men are alike.”
”The observation is remarkably original,” he told her. ”I suppose you are also prepared to tell me that I do not respect you?”
She turned her head. Her lips were close to his ear. She whispered fiercely: ”The camel is adjinn! It's listening!”
”True,” said Tony. ”d.a.m.n! No privacy even here!”
He stared gloomily out at the moonlit foothills which now had arisen from the desert and seemed to lead on through deeply shadowed moonlight toward mountains which also were alternately shadowed and s.h.i.+ning ahead. He suddenly felt a soft hand groping for his. It pressed his fingers meaningfully. He squeezed back, encouraged beyond expectation. But the hand was s.n.a.t.c.hed away.
Soft warm breath on his neck. A furious whisper in his ear: ”Iwanted to tell you something! Here islasf.In tiny gla.s.s phials you can break in case of need. Then no djinnwill come near you. It is for your protection!”
Tony put out his hand again. One very small smooth gla.s.s object, the size of his thumb or smaller. He put it away. He reached again. Another. A third. He put them in separate pockets to avoid the danger of breaking them against each other. He put his lips to her ear.
”Thanks. Have you some for yourself?”
”Of course! And some for the Queen, to protect her when you lead our armies to her rescue-when you are ready to destroy thedjinn.Now you had better talk, since you have begun!”
He leaned back, as well as he could considering the violent and erratic movements of thedjinncamel's gait. He suddenly began to feel better. After all, qualified privacy on adjinn'sback might have its points.
”Hm. . . .” he said aloud. ”In my country thedjinnhave been subdued so long-they're kept on reservations-that humans don't bother about them any more. I've even forgotten the stuff one learns about them in first grade at school. It seems extraordinary to me that they can change their size so much.
Their shape, yes. In my country even human women can do remarkable things to their shapes with girdles and falsies. You'd hardly believe! And of course they change their coloring. But size, absolute size, no. . .
Ghail stirred uneasily. But she spoke as primly as before.
”Djinnsare elastic,” she said. ”With the same amount of substance they can be as large as a whirlwind.
Or as small as a grain of sand, though no one could possibly pick them up-for always they weigh the same.”
”You mean,” asked Tony, with interest, ”that adjinnin the shape of a bug or-hm-a moth's egg, weighs as much as when he or she is a camel and that sort of thing?”
Ghail caught hold of his right hand, and held it firmly. ”That is it, yes,” she said shortly.
”Then that,” said Tony blithely, ”explains why the bench in the courtyard turned over. Adjinnbeetle was climbing on it. It explains a lot of things.”
Ghail held his left hand. She ground her teeth. ”Thanks,” said Tony. ”Since we don't get thrown around so much this ride is much more fun, isn't it?”
Ghail turned her head and whispered in his ear, strangling with fury: ”As soon as you have destroyed thedjinnI am going to kill you!”
Tony beamed in the darkness inside the small cabin on top of the lurching camel. Ghail held his hands, muttering fiercely. His arm was about her shoulders. The combination made the b.u.mping and swaying and unholy undulations of the beast not at all annoying-to Tony.
”There's another thing I'd like to ask about,” he said cheerfully. ”When you were teaching me to speak your language, you wore a very sensible hot-weather costume. I mean, there wasn't too much of it.
About like the bathing suits girls wear back at home. And you very properly didn't seem embarra.s.sed.
But that was only when you thought I was adjinn.As soon as you found out I wasn't, you got all bothered. In fact, you blushed in the most unlikely places. . . . Why?”
She said through clenched teeth: ”Djinnsare not human. I would not be embarra.s.sed before a cat, either. Or a slave. But a man, yes!”
”Yet Esir and Esim-”
”They would have been embarra.s.sed too, before they were given to you and were your slaves.” Her voice quivered with fury. ”I am dressed as I am because I travel with you.”
Then she hissed into his ear: ”When this is over I will see that you are boiled in oil! You will be fed to dogs! You will be torn into little pieces-”
Tony's ear tingled pleasantly. He continued to beam in the darkness as the twenty-foot camel which was actually adjinnwent swaying and lurching through the night.
It had been two hours' journey across the desert proper-a caravan might make forty miles a day if pressed, but this camel made that much in an hour-and it was another hour before thedjinnking's court appeared to be nearing. The evidence of approach was fairly obvious. The troop ofdjinnguards approached a narrow pa.s.s between precipitous cliffs. It was guarded by two colossal shapes with flaming eyes. They stood forty feet high, in gleaming armor, and they carried battle-axes whose blades were more than a man-height wide, with shafts the size of palm trees. They challenged in voices like thunder. The cavalcade halted. A guttural voice gave a countersign. The gigantic guards drew back. Tony watched with interest.
”Very impressive,” he said judicially. ”But actually, you tell me these are simplydjinnwho have extended themselves-decompressed themselves, you might say-to reach those rather excessive dimensions. At that size they're not much more substantial than so much fog, are they? How can they handle such axes?”
”The axes,” said Ghail shortly, ”are a part of themselves.Djinnscan take the appearance of a chest of coins or jewels, which seem like many objects. But to pull away one coin or jewel would be to pull away a part of thedjinn.You could not. The axes are a part of their form. So are their garments and the ornaments they wear.”
”Hm,” said Tony, ”I see.”
The cavalcade went on. The pa.s.s through the mountains grew more narrow and more straight. The cliffs above it grew steeper, until the giant camels with their giant riders rode in utter darkness with only a ribbon of star-studded sky above them. Then the pa.s.s turned, and widened a little and narrowed again.
The entrance to the farther and still narrower part of the pa.s.s was completely closed by something only bright starlight enabled Tony to believe he saw. It was the head of a dragon with closed eyes, seemingly dozing. It completely filled the pa.s.s. Great nostrils the size of subway tunnels gave out leisurely puffs of smoke the size of subway trains.
The caravan moved up to it and halted. The leader of the guard bellowed. The great eyes of the dragon's head opened. Each was as large-so Tony estimated-as one of Macy's plate-gla.s.s windows. They looked balefully down at thedjinntrooper.
He bellowed again. The nostrils puffed. Then the gigantic mouth opened. It looked rather like the raising of a drawbridge for the pa.s.sage of a tow of coal barges. It gaped wide. Flames played luridly, far down the exposed throat.
The caravan moved smartly into the wide-held jaws. It went comfortably down into the flame-lined maw- And suddenly the low-hanging moon shone brightly on a wide valley with the palace of thedjinnking in the distance. It was huge. It was ablaze with lights. And the pa.s.sageway to it was lined with giants whose feet, only, were visible. Legs thicker than the thickest tree trunks rose overhead. Bellies protruded rather like fleshy stratoc.u.muli, hundreds of feet above the camels of the caravan. The heads of the giants were invisible. Tony felt very small. To rea.s.sure himself he said amiably to Ghail: ”It must be a fairly calm night. If not, expanded as they are, even a light breeze would make these giants wobble all over the place like captive balloons.”
Ghail put Tony's right hand firmly in front of him. She released it. She took his left arm and removed it firmly from her shoulders.
”We are almost there,” she said shortly. ”You will ask that I be taken to our Queen in her prison, that she may have the solace of a human woman to weep with her in her captivity.”