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 and so make my escape in a shower of back-claps and handshakes and adulatory speeches. We
walked quickly along the alleyways threading the warrens of the Jikhorkdun, and my state attracted so
much attention that in the end I had to bid Orlan Mahmud and this Rorton Gyss farewell and run for the
red barracks.
 We will see you tomorrow, Drak the Sword! called Rorton Gyss. This Trylon of Kritdrin had
impressed me. He seemed a man who knew his own mind, and went for the truth, no matter what or who
stood in his way.
He was a supporter of the yellow; that was unfortunate, but as I have said, color supporters might mingle
freely with only the occasional fight, for Mahmud was of the red. And, if Gyss was of the yellow it would
mean he could bring a whole new dimension of support to the cause he espoused with Mahmud.
Nath the Arm greeted me with a great bellow.
 By Kaidun! Drak the Sword  you are a hyr-kaidur now! It was superbly done, Kaidur to the life!
Just remember: easy come, easy go. There are many coys pushing up, and the glass eye and brass sword
of Beng Thrax may smile on them also!
Naghan the Gnat jumped up and down in his excitement, and all the red barracks waxed warm over the
triumph. The silver collar of the leem was a great trophy. I thought of the leem s tail  and I did not
smile.
I had not missed the shifty liquid eyes of the little fellow who had followed me, keeping as he thought out
of sight, his plain brown tunic and kilt worn without color favor. A spy, he was, spying on me . . .
following me through the Jikhorkdun to the red barracks of Nath the Arm. He could not follow me inside,
and on that I cursed him and forgot him . . .
Chapter Fourteen
The life of a hyr-kaidur in the Jikhorkdun
My life in Huringa proceeded much as any other kaidur s at this time, for I was waiting for the signal to
which I might respond. If the queen was to be overthrown, poor soul, for all her evil, then the plan must
be good and absolutely watertight. She controlled everything personally, with pallans to convey her
orders and, sometimes, to venture on advice. I palled up with Mahmud and Gyss, and was sent into the
arena from time to time, usually to rapturous applause, and otherwise lounged around fretting over this
damned interdict of the Star Lords, and drinking and having what fun was offered. Here I brushed up on
my knowledge of Havilfar, as you shall hear when overt knowledge is essential. A parcel of Chulik slaves
were brought in.
We all went down to the bagnios to see them.
Now Chuliks are not often kept as slaves. Their chief value lies in their fanatical obedience to orders and
their absolute loyalty while they are being paid. They are superb fighters. I had met a Chulik render
captain; that had been unusual.
Chuliks are an extremely fierce manlike race of people with oily yellow skin, the head shaved so as to
leave a long pigtail, two three-inch-long tusks thrusting upwards from the corners of the cruel mouth, and
round black eyes. On the Chulik islands stringing off the coast of southeastern Segesthes the training of
the males from birth is designed to produce high-quality mercenary soldiers, and they generally command
higher fees than other races. There are large colonies of Chuliks in other islands and continents, of
course, as I had found in the Eye of the World and in the Hostile Territories, and these people, like the
other races about them, know nothing of the outside world. Chuliks may share some of the normal
attributes of mankind, like two legs and two arms and two eyes; but they have little of the attribute of
humanity.
So it was that the idea of Chulik coys intrigued us all.
 Well, Drak, and how do you fancy their chances?
 By Kaidun, Balass, I said.  They are a mean bunch.
Balass laughed. Balass liked laughing. He was a black-skinned man from Xuntal, with fierce predatory
hawklike features, and brilliant eyes, and he was a fine fighter, a kaidur. I had found in him a chord of
friendship that I was loath to touch, for fear he would be dragged across the silver sand smearing his
lifeblood, hauled out by the cruel iron hooks. He was named Balass the Hawk. Balass, as you know, is
an ebony wood, often used for purposes of correction and chastisement.
 A cage voller flew in today with many volleems, said Balass the Hawk. His bright eyes showed all the
mischief and merriment the news meant.
 Oho! I said.  Then it behooves us to see this, kaidur. Indeed, yes, Balass the Hawk, this must not be
missed.
 Beng Thrax s silver kneecaps must support us all. Balass chuckled. We both knew what these Chulik
coys would face, pitted against volleem.
Volleem, the flying form of the leem, is a nasty brute at the best of times, and we wondered what the
Jikhorkdun managers would think up to make the spectacle more interesting.
You see  I have reported this conversation as I remember it  how bound up I was becoming with
this whole evil business of the arena. And yet, it was not wholly evil. In straight combats between men of
equal skills and armed in the same fashion, many virtues for a warlike nation must accrue, especially when
that nation is faced with ferocious depredations by vermin like the Leem-Lovers from the southern
oceans.
Each of the four colors received their quota of Chulik coys and the managers designed a different test in
each case.
The greens were caged, a Chulik and a volleem together, and left to fight it out with spears.
The blues were herded in altogether, with a variety of weapons, into a vast cage erected in the center of
the arena and all their quota of volleems released upon them at once.
The yellows, being in the ascendant, were kept in reserve.
The reds were given an assignment that brought howls from the red benches where the kaidurs lolled on
their ponsho fleeces and shrieks from the red terraces soaring up in the amphitheater.
Each red coy had a strong steel chain attached to his left ankle, and the chain passed to a ring riveted
around the front rear leg of a volleem. The thraxters the Chuliks were issued would not cut the steel
chain, light as it was.
The resultant spectacle raised a pandemonium of noise and screams and yells.
 Silver sand puffed. Bright blood flew. The battering of the volleems wings, the shrieks as men and
beasts were torn and slashed, all blended into a bedlam of horror and revulsion  and yet men and
women of many races sat in the terraces and enjoyed it as a spectacle!
And all the time the citizens of Huringa thus disported themselves their slaves labored to manufacture the
produce and grow the food that kept the city and the state great.
I felt the Star Lords had set a purpose to my hands, and I itched to prosecute it with more zeal than the
careful machinations of Rorton Gyss and Orlan Mahmud and their friends would allow.
The volleems massacred the Chulik coys. All their weapons-skill could not overcome the tremendous
odds. Only one Chulik survived, badly lacerated and injured. He was a red coy, and when he was
carried in, dripping blood, we all rose to him, Chulik though he was.
His name was Kumte Harg.
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