rh.conanthewarrior-第14部分
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His brain reeling from the shock of it all； the remaining guard leaped to meet them with goring spear。 The horror of the sorcery he had just witnessed was submerged in the stunning realization that the enemy were in Tecuhltli。 And as his spearhead ripped through a dark…skinned belly he knew no more； for a swinging sword crushed his skull； even as wild…eyed warriors came pouring in from the chambers behind the guardroom。
It was the yelling of men and the clanging of steel that brought Conan bounding from his couch； wide awake and broadsword in hand。 In an instant he had reached the door and flung it open； and was glaring out into the corridor just as Techotl rushed up it； eyes blazing madly。
〃The Xotalancas！〃 he screamed； in a voice hardly human。 〃They are within the door！〃
Conan ran down the corridor； even as Valeria emerged from her chamber。
〃What the devil is it？〃 she called。
〃Techotl says the Xotalancas are in；〃 he answered hurriedly。 〃That racket sounds like it。〃
With the Tecuhltli on their heels they burst into the throne room and were confronted by a scene beyond the most frantic dream of blood and fury。 Twenty men and women； their black hair streaming； and the white skulls gleaming on their breasts； were locked in bat with the people of Tecuhltli。 The women on both sides fought as madly as the men； and already the room and the hall beyond were strewn with corpses。
Olmec； naked but for a breech…clout； was fighting before his throne； and as the adventurers entered； Tascela ran from an inner chamber with a sword in her hand。
Xatmec and his mate were dead； so there was none to tell the Tecuhltli how their foes had found their way into their citadel。 Nor was there any to say what had prompted that mad attempt。 But the losses of the Xotalancas had been greater； their position more desperate； than the Tecuhltli had known。 The maiming of their scaly ally； the destruction of the Burning Skull； and the news； gasped by a dying man； that mysterious white…skin allies had joined their enemies； had driven them to the frenzy of desperation and the wild determination to die dealing death to their ancient foes。
The Tecuhltli； recovering from the first stunning shock of the surprise that had swept them back into the throne room and littered the floor with their corpses； fought back with an equally desperate fury； while the doorguards from the lower floors came racing to hurl themselves into the fray。 It was the deathfight of rabid wolves； blind； panting； merciless。 Back and forth it surged； from door to dais； blades whickering and striking into flesh； blood spurting； feet stamping the crimson floor where redder pools were forming。 Ivory tables crashed over； seats were splintered； velvet hangings torn down were stained red。 It was the bloody climax of a bloody half…century； and every man there sensed it。
But the conclusion was inevitable。 The Tecuhltli outnumbered the invaders almost two to one； and they were heartened by that fact and by the entrance into the melee of their light…skinned allies。
These crashed into the fray with the devastating effect of a hurricane plowing through a grove of saplings。 In sheer strength no three Tlazitlans were a match for Conan； and in spite of his weight he was quicker on his feet than any of them。 He moved through the whirling； eddying mass with the surety and destructiveness of a gray wolf amidst a pack of alley curs； and he strode over a wake of crumpled figures。
Valeria fought beside him； her lips smiling and her eyes blazing。 She was stronger than the average man； and far quicker and more ferocious。 Her sword was like a living thing in her hand。 Where Conan beat down opposition by the sheer weight and power of his blows； breaking spears； splitting skulls and cleaving bosoms to the breastbone； Valeria brought into action a finesse of swordplay that dazzled and bewildered her antagonists before it slew them。 Again and again a warrior； heaving high his heavy blade； found her point in his jugular before he could strike。 Conan； towering above the field； strode through the welter smiting right and left； but Valeria moved like an illusive phantom； constantly shifting； and thrusting and slashing as she shifted。 Swords missed her again and again as the wielders flailed the empty air and died with her point in their hearts or throats； and her mocking laughter in their ears。
Neither sex nor condition was considered by the maddened batants。 The five women of the Xotalancas were down with thir throats cut before Conan and Valeria entered the fray； and when a man or woman went down under the stamping feet； there was always a knife ready for the helpless throat； or a sandaled foot eager to crush the prostrate skull。
From wall to wall； from door to door rolled the waves of bat； spilling over into adjoining chambers。 And presently only Tecuhltli and their white…skinned allies stood upright in the great throne room。 The survivors stared bleakly and blankly at each other； like survivors after Judgement Day or the destruction of the world。 On legs wide…braced； hands gripping notched and dripping swords； blood trickling down their arms； they stared at one another across the mangled corpses of friends and foes。 They had no breath left to shout； but a bestial mad howling rose from their lips。 It was not a human cry of triumph。 It was the howling of a rabid wolf…pack stalking among the bodies of its victims。
Conan caught Valeria's arm and turned her about。
〃You've got a stab in the calf of your leg；〃 he growled。
She glanced down； for the first time aware of a stinging in the muscles of her leg。 Some dying man on the floor had fleshed his dagger with his last effort。
〃You look like a butcher yourself；〃 she laughed。
He shook a red shower from his hands。
〃Not mine。 Oh； a scratch here and there。 Nothing to bother about。 But that calf ought to be bandaged。〃
Olmec came through the litter； looking like a ghoul with his naked massive shoulders splashed with blood； and his black beard dabbled in crimson。 His eyes were red； like the reflection of flame on black water。
〃We have won！〃 he croaked dazedly。 〃The feud is ended！ The dogs of Xotalanc lie dead！ Oh； for a captive to flay alive！ Yet it is good to look upon their dead faces。 Twenty dead dogs！ Twenty red nails for the black column！〃
〃You'd best see to your wounded；〃 grunted Conan； turning away from him。 〃Here； girl； let me see that leg。〃
〃Wait a minute！〃 she shook him off impatiently。 The fire of fighting still burned brightly in her soul。 〃How do we know these are all of them？ These might have e on a raid of their own。〃
〃They would not split the clan on a foray like this；〃 said Olmec； shaking his head； and regaining some of his ordinary intelligence。 Without his purple robe the man seemed less like a prince than some repellent beast of prey。 〃I will stake my head upon it that we have slain them all。 There were less of them than I dreamed； and they must have been desperate。 But how came they in Tecuhltli？〃
Tascela came forward； wiping her sword on her naked thigh； and holding in her other hand an object she had taken from the body of the feathered leader of the Xotalancas。
〃The pipes of madness；〃 she said。 〃A warrior tells me that Xatmec opened the door to the Xotalancas and was cut down as they stormed into the guardroom。 This warrior came to the guardroom from the inner hall just in time to see it happen and to hear the last of a weird strain of music which froze his very soul。 Tolkemec used to talk of these pipes； which the Xuchotlans swore were hidden somewhere in the catabs with the bones of the ancient wizard who used them in his lifetime。 Somehow the dogs of Xotalanc found them and learned their secret。〃
〃Somebody ought to go to Xotalanc and see if any remain alive；〃 said Conan。 〃I'll go if somebody will guide me。〃
Olmec glanced at the remnants of his people。 There were only twenty left alive； and of these several lay groaning on the floor。 Tascela was the only one of the Tecuhltli who had escaped without a wound。 The princess was untouched； though she had fought as savagely as any。
〃Who will go with Conan to Xotalanc？〃 asked Olmec。
Techotl limped forward。 The wound in his thigh had started bleeding afresh； and he had another gash across his ribs。
〃I will go！〃
〃No； you won't；〃 vetoed Conan。 〃And you're not going either； Valeria。 In a little while that leg will be getting stiff。〃
〃I will go；〃 volunteered a warrior； who was knotting a bandage about a slashed forearm。
〃Very well； Yanath。 Go with the Cimmerian。 And you； too； Topal。〃 Olmec indicated another man whose injuries were slight。 〃But first aid to lift the badly wounded on these couches where we may bandage their hurts。〃
This was done quickly。 As they stooped to pick up a woman who had been stunned by a warclub； Olmec's beard brushed Topal's ear。 Conan thought the prince muttered something to the warrior； but he could not be sure。 A few moments later he was leading his panions down the hall。
Conan glanced back as he went out the door； at that shambles where the dead lay on the smoldering floor； blood…stained dark limbs knotted in attitudes of f
