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 strongest。 For a dozen years there has been only one dragon。 If you have slain him; there is naught in the forest to harm you。 He was the god Olmec worshipped; and Olmec fed human sacrifices to him; the very old and the very young; bound and hurled from the wall。 Hasten! Olmec has taken Valeria to the Chamber of the…〃
  His head slumped down and he was dead before it came to rest on the floor。
  Conan sprang up; his eyes like live coals。 So that was Olmec's game; having first used the strangers to destroy his foes! He should have known that something of the sort would be going on in that black…bearded degenerate's mind。
  The Cimmerian started toward Tecuhltli with reckless speed。 Rapidly he reckoned the numbers of his former allies。 Only twenty…one; counting Olmec; had survived that fiendish battle in the throne room。 Three had died since; which left seventeen enemies with which to reckon。 In his rage Conan felt capable of accounting for the whole clan single…handed。
  But the innate craft of the wilderness rose to guide his berserk rage。 He remembered Techotl's warning of an ambush。 It was quite probable that the prince would make such provisions; on the chance that Topal might have failed to carry out his order。 Olmec would be expecting him to return by the same route he had followed in going to Xotalanc。
  Conan glanced up at a skylight under which he was passing and caught the blurred glimmer of stars。 They had not yet begun to pale for dawn。 The events of the night had been crowded into a paratively short space of time。
  He turned aside from his direct course and descended a winding staircase to the floor below。 He did not know where the door was to be found that let into the castle on that level; but he knew he could find it。 How he was to force the locks he did not know; he believed that the doors of Tecuhltli would all be locked and bolted; if for no other reason than the habits of half a century。 But there was nothing else but to attempt it。
  Sword in hand; he hurried noiselessly on through a maze of green…lit or shadowy rooms and halls。 He knew he must be near Tecuhltli; when a sound brought him up short。 He recognized it for what it was…a human being trying to cry out through a stifling gag。 It came from somewhere ahead of him; and to the left。 In those deathly…still chambers a small sound carried a long way。
  Conan turned aside and went seeking after the sound; which continued to be repeated。 Presently he was glaring through a doorway upon a weird scene。 In the room into which he was looking a low rack…like frame of iron lay on the floor; and a giant figure was bound prostrate upon it。 His head rested on a bed of iron spikes; which were already crimson…pointed with blood where they had pierced his scalp。 A peculiar harness…like contrivance was fastened about his head; though in such a manner that the leather band did not protect his scalp from the spikes。 This harness was connected by a slender chain to the mechanism that upheld a huge iron ball which was suspended above the captive's hairy breast。 As long as the man could force himself to remain motionless the iron ball hung in its place。 But when the pain of the iron points caused him to lift his head; the ball lurched downward a few inches。 Presently his aching neck muscles would no longer support his head in its unnatural position and it would fall back on the spikes again。 It was obvious that eventually the ball would crush him to a pulp; slowly and inexorably。 The victim was gagged; and above the gag his great black ox…eyes rolled wildly toward the man in the doorway; who stood in silent amazement。 The man on the rack was Olmec; prince of Tecuhltli。
  
  
   6。  The Eyes of Tascela
  
  〃Why did you bring me into this chamber to bandage my leg?〃 demanded Valeria。 〃Couldn't you have done it just as well in the throne room?〃
  She sat on a couch with her wounded leg extended upon it; and the Tecuhltli woman had just bound it with silk bandages。 Valeria's red…stained sword lay on the couch beside her。
  She frowned as she spoke。 The woman had done her task silently and efficiently; but Valeria liked neither the lingering; caressing touch of her slim fingers nor the expression in her eyes。
  〃They have taken the rest of the wounded into the other chambers;〃 answered the woman in the soft speech of the Tecuhltli women; which somehow did not suggest either softness or gentleness in the speakers。 A little while before; Valeria had seen this same woman stab a Xotalanca woman through the breast and stamp the eyeballs out of a wounded Xotalanca man。
  〃They will be carrying the corpses of the dead down into the catabs;〃 she added; 〃lest the ghosts escape into the chambers and dwell there。〃
  〃Do you believe in ghosts?〃 asked Valeria。
  〃I know the ghost of Tolkemec dwells in the catabs;〃 she answered with a shiver。 〃Once I saw it; as I crouched in a crypt among the bones of a dead queen。 It passed by in the form of an ancient man with flowing white beard and locks; and luminous eyes that blazed in the darkness。 It was Tolkemec; I saw him living when I was a child and he was being tortured。〃
  Her voice sank to a fearful whisper: 〃Olmec laughs; but I know Tolkemec's ghost dwells in the catabs! They say it is rats whch gnaw the flesh from the bones of the newly dead…but ghosts eat flesh。 Who knows but that…〃
  She glanced up quickly as a shadow fell across the couch。 Valeria looked up to see Olmec gazing down at her。 The prince had cleansed his hands; torso; and beard of the blood that had splashed them; but he had not donned his robe; and his great dark…skinned hairless body and limbs renewed the impression of strength bestial in its nature。 His deep black eyes burned with a more elemental light; and there was the suggestion of a twitching in the fingers that tugged at his thick blue…black beard。
  He stared fixedly at the woman; and she rose and glided from the chamber。 As she passed through the door she cast a look over her shoulder at Valeria; a glance full of cynical derision and obscene mockery。
  〃She has done a clumsy job;〃 criticized the prince; ing to the divan and bending over the bandage。 〃Let me see…〃
  With a quickness amazing in one of his bulk he snatched her sword and threw it across the chamber。 His next move was to catch her in his giant arms。
  Quick and unexpected as the move was; she almost matched it; for even as he grabbed her; her dirk was in her hand and she stabbed murderously at his throat。 More by luck than skill he caught her wrist; and then began a savage wrestling…match。 She fought him with fists; feet; knees; teeth; and nails; with all the strength of her magnificent body and all the knowledge of hand…to…hand fighting she had acquired in her years of roving and fighting on sea and land。 It availed her nothing against his brute strength。 She lost her dirk in the first moment of contact; and thereafter found herself powerless to inflict any appreciable pain on her giant attacker。
  The blaze in his weird black eyes did not alter; and their expression filled her with fury; fanned by the sardonic smile that seemed carved upon his bearded lips。 Those eyes and that smile contained all the cruel cynicism that seethes below the surface of a sophisticated and degenerate race; and for the first time in her life Valeria experienced fear of a man。 It was like struggling against some huge elemental force; his iron arms thwarted her efforts with an ease that sent panic racing through her limbs。 He seemed impervious to any pain she could inflict。 Only once; when she sank her white teeth savagely into his wrist so that the blood started; did he react。 And that was to buffet her brutally upon the side of the head with his open hand; so that stars flashed before her eyes and her head rolled on her shoulders。
  Her shirt had been torn open in the struggle; and with cynical cruelty he rasped his thick beard across her bare breasts; bringing the blood to suffuse the fair skin; and fetching a cry of pain and outraged fury from her。 Her convulsive resistance was useless; she was crushed down on a couch; disarmed and panting; her eyes blazing up at him like the eyes of a trapped tigress。
  A moment later he was hurrying from the chamber; carrying her in his arms。 She made no resistance; but the smoldering of her eyes showed that she was unconquered in spirit; at least。 She had not cried out。 She knew that Conan was not within call; and it did not occur to her that any in Tecuhltli would oppose their prince。 But she noticed that Olmec went stealthily; with his head on one side as if listening for sounds of pursuit; and he did not return to the throne chamber。 He carried her through a door that stood opposite that through which he had entered; crossed another room and began stealing down a hall。 As she became convinced that he feared some opposition to the abduction; she threw back her head and screamed at the top of her lusty voice。
  She was rewarded by a slap that half…stunned her; and Olmec quickened his pace to a shambling run。
  But her cry had been echoed and; twisting her head about; Valeria; through the tears and stars that partly blinded her; saw Techotl limping after them。

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