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04 ASTOUNDING SCIENCE FICTION Banasel turned back to the workbench. ‘Good idea,” he agreed. “T’ll get this scanner set up again, and we’ll be ready to load out.” He picked up his tools. ‘“‘As I remember, Norlar has a mountainous backbone where no one ever goes. We should be able to set up right on the island.” On the eastern slope of the Midra Kran, a cloud of dust paced a caravan, which wound up the trail, through a pass, The treachery of the narrow path was testified to by an occasional slither, followed by a startled curse. Musa stood in his stirrups, looking ahead at the long trail which twisted a little farther up, then dropped to the wide Jogurthan plateau. Far ahead, over the poorly marked way, he knew, was another range, the Soruna Kran, which blocked his way to the Eastern Sea. He looked back at the straggling caravan. | “Better get them to close up, Baro,” he remarked. “We’d be in a lot of trouble if a robber band caught us scattered like this.” The other trader nodded and turned his mount. Then, he paused as shouts came from the rear. of the line. Mixed with the shouting was the clatter of weapons. “Come on,” cried Musa. “It’s happened.” He kicked his mount in the ribs, and swung about, starting up the steep bank. The bandits would have bowmen posted to deal with anyone who might try to get back along the narrow path, and he had no desire to test the accuracy of their aim. As his beast scrambled up the bank, Musa saw a man standing on a pinnacle, alertly watching the center of the caravan. His guess had been right. The bandit leader’s strategy had been to.cut the caravan in two, and to deal with the rear guard first. As the watcher started to aim at something down on the trail, Musa quickly raised his own bow and sent an arrow to cut the man down before he could fire. It was a good shot. The man made no sound as the arrow struck, but clawed for an instant at the shaft in his side, then dropped, to slide down the face of a low cliff. Musa, followed by his guards, stormed up the slope. They went through a saddle in the hill, to find themselves confronted by a half dozen men, who swung about, trying to bring their bows to bear on the unexpected targets. Two of these went down as arrows sang through the air, then the traders were upon the rest, swords flailing, too close for archery. One of the bandits swung his sword wildly at Musa, who had drawn a twin to that blade he had sold back in Karth. The slender shaft of steel rang against the bandit’s bronze blade, deflecting it, then Musa made a quick thrust which passed through the man’s leather shield, to penetrate flesh. The bronze weapon sagged, and its holder staggered. Musa jerked back violently, disengaged his sword, and made a swift cut. For an instant, the bandit sat his mount, staring at his opponent. Then, he slumped, and rolled loosely from his saddle. The action had been fast. Only one bandit, a skilled swordsman, re- mained, to keep Baro busy. Musa rode quickly behind him, thrusting as h passed, Baro looked across the limp body. | THE PLAYERS | 95 “Now, what did you have to do that for?” he demanded. “I was having a good time.” “Let’s get down to the trail again,” Musa told him. “We can have a wonderful time there.” He pointed. The caravan’s rear guard was in trouble. Several of them were in the dust of the trail, and the survivors were being pressed by a number of determined swordsmen. Baro wheeled and slid down the incline, closely followed by the rest of the group. The surrounded bandits fought desperately, but hopelessly. The charge from the hill had driven them off balance, and they were never given a chance to recover. At last, Musa and Baro looked over the results of the raid, They had lost several guards. One trader, Klaron, had been killed by an arrow launched early in the attack. Several of the survivors were wounded.. “We'll have to hire some more guards and drivers in Jogurth,” said Baro. ‘And what are we going to do about Klaron’s goods?” “We can divide them and Sell them in Jogurth,” Musa told him. “Klaron has a brother back in Karth who can use the money, and money’s a lot easier to carry than goods. You'll see him on your return trip.” Baro nodded, and started up the line, reorganizing the caravan. At last they got under way again, and resumed their slow way toward the plateau. The caravan went on, to enter the plateau, where the traders started hee by day and traveling by night, to avoid exertion during the day’s eat. They came to the city of Jogurth, which for most of them was a terminal. From there, they would return to Karth, a few possibly going on to their homes still farther west. Musa stayed in town for a few days, trading his few remaining eastern goods for locally produced articles, and helping in the sale of Klaron’s goods. At last, he joined another caravan, headed by an old trader, Kerunar, who habitually traveled between Jogurth and Manotro, on the east coast. | The trip across the Soruna Kran was uneventful, and Musa finally saw _the glint of the Eastern Sea. He did not stay long in Manotro, for he dis- covered that the small channel ships traveled frequently, and he was able to guide his pack beasts to the wharf, where his bales were accepted for shipment. Leaving his goods, he led his animals back to the market. Old Kerunar shook his head when he saw Musa. “Be careful, son,” he cautioned. “I’ve been coming here for twenty years. Used to trade in Nee too. But you couldn’t get me over there now for ten thousand caldor.” . “Oh?” Musa looked at him curiously. ‘“What’s wrong?” Kerunar looked at his newly set up booth. Hung aBoit it were durable goods and trinkets from a dozen cities. There were articles even from far-off Telon, in the Konassan gulf. He looked back at Musa. : “Norlar,” he declared, ‘“‘has fallen into the hands of thieves and murderers. even mae a proper, . ‘cannot omicbooks:co You can trade there, to be sure. You be sure you will not excite the avaric\