The Green Odyssey | Page 4

if he left this planet via the death route, he could not
now make a false move. Not when escape was so near!
So he grinned sheepishly and again preceded the Duchess, while the others followed her
out. When they reached the bottom of the broad stone staircase that led to the upper
floors of the castle, Zuni told Green that he was to go to the marketplace and buy
tomorrow's food. As for her, she was going back to bed and sleep until noon.
Inwardly Green groaned. How long could he keep up this pace? He was expected to stay
up half the night with her, then attend to his official duties during the day. She slept
enough to be refreshed by the time he visited her, but he never had a chance for any real
rest. Even when he had his free hours in the afternoon he had to go to his house in the
pens, and there he had to stay awake and attend to all his familial duties. And Amra, his
slave-wife, and her six children demanded much from him. They were even more
tyrannical than the Duchess, if that were possible.
How long, O Lord, how long? The situation was intolerable; even if he'd not heard of the
spaceship he would have plotted to escape. Better a quick death while trying to get away
than a slow, torturous one by exhaustion.
He bowed good-by to the Duke and Duchess, then followed the violet turban and yellow

robes of Miran through the courtyard, through the thick stone walls, over the bridge of
the broad moat, and into the narrow winding streets of the city of Quotz. Here the
merchant-captain got into his silver-and-jewel-decorated rickshaw. The two long-legged
men between its shafts, sailors and clansmen from Miran's vessel, the Bird of Fortune,
began running through the crowd. The people made way for them, as two other sailors
preceded them calling out Miran's name and cracking whips in the air.
Green, after looking to make certain that nobody from the castle was around to see him,
ran until he was even with the rickshaw. Miran halted it and asked what he wanted.
"Your pardon, Your Richness, but may a humble slave speak and not be reprimanded?"
"I presume it is no idle thought you have in mind," said Miran, looking Green over his
one eye narrow in its fat-folds.
"It has to do with money."
"Ah, despite your foreign accent you speak with a pleasing voice; you are the golden
trumpet of Mennirox, my patron god. Speak!"
"First Your Richness must swear by Mennirox that you will under no circumstances
divulge my proposal."
"There is wealth in this? For me?"
"There is."
Miran glanced at his clansmen, standing there patiently, apparently oblivious of what was
going on. He had power of life and death over them, but he didn't trust them. He said,
"Perhaps it would be better if I thought about this before making such a drastic oath.
Could you meet me tonight at the Hour of the Wineglass at the House of Equality? And
could you perhaps give me a slight hint of what you have in mind?"
"The answer to both is yes. My proposal has to do with the dried fish that you carry as
cargo to the Estoryans. There is another thing, too, but I may not even hint at it until I
have your oath."
"Very well then. At the agreed hour. Fish, eh? I must be off. Time is money, you know.
Get going boys, full sails."
Green hailed a passing rickshaw and seated himself comfortably in it. As assistant
majordomo he had plenty of money. Moreover, the Duke and Duchess would have been
outraged if he had lowered their prestige by walking through the city's streets. His vehicle
made good time, too, because everybody recognized his livery: the scarlet and white
tricorn hat and the white sleeveless shirt with the Duke's heraldic arms on its chest-- red
and green concentric circles pierced by a black arrow.
The street led always downward, for the city had been built on the foothills of the

mountains. It wandered here and there and gave Green plenty of time to think.
The trouble was, he thought, that if the two imprisoned men at Estorya were to die before
he got to them he'd still be lost. He had no idea of how to pilot or navigate a spaceship.
He'd been a passenger on a freighter when it had unaccountably blown up, and he'd been
forced to leave the dying vessel in one of those automatic castaway emergency shells.
The capsule had got him down to the surface of this planet and was, as far as he knew,
still up in the hills where he'd left it. After