Worms of the Earth | Page 4

not do;
he is no coward, but the bravest avoid certain things--to each man,
however bold, his own particular fear. So he sends in his place Caius
Camillus, who in times of peace patrols the fens of the west, lest the
Britons break over the border. And Sulla takes his place in the Tower

of Trajan. Ha!"
He whirled and gripped Grom with steely fingers.
"Grom, take the red stallion and ride north! Let no grass grow under the
stallion's hoofs! Ride to Cormac na Connacht and tell him to sweep the
frontier with sword and torch! Let his wild Gaels feast their fill of
slaughter. After a time I will be with him. But for a time I have affairs
in the west."
Grom's black eyes gleamed and he made a passionate gesture with his
crooked hand--an instinctive move of savagery.
Bran drew a heavy bronze seal from beneath his tunic.
"This is my safe-conduct as an emissary to Roman courts," he said
grimly. "It will open all gates between this house and Baal-dor. If any
official questions you too closely--here!"
Lifting the lid of an iron-bound chest, Bran took out a small, heavy
leather bag which he gave into the hands of the warrior.
"When all keys fail at a gate," said he, "try a golden key. Go now!"
There were no ceremonious farewells between the barbarian king and
his barbarian vassal. Grom flung up his arm in a gesture of salute; then
turning, he hurried out.
Bran stepped to a barred window and gazed out into the moonlit streets.
"Wait until the moon sets," he muttered grimly. "Then I'll take the road
to--Hell! But before I go I have a debt to pay."
The stealthy clink of a hoof on the flags reached him.
"With the safe-conduct and gold, not even Rome can hold a Pictish
reaver," muttered the king. "Now I'll sleep until the moon sets."
With a snarl at the marble frieze-work and fluted columns, as symbols

of Rome, he flung himself down on a couch, from which he had long
since impatiently torn the cushions and silk stuffs, as too soft for his
hard body. Hate and the black passion of vengeance seethed in him, yet
he went instantly to sleep. The first lesson he had learned in his bitter
hard life was to snatch sleep any time he could, like a wolf that
snatches sleep on the hunting trail. Generally his slumber was as light
and dreamless as a panther's, but tonight it was otherwise.
He sank into fleecy gray fathoms of slumber and in a timeless, misty
realm of shadows he met the tall, lean, white-bearded figure of old
Gonar, the priest of the Moon, high counselor to the king. And Bran
stood aghast, for Gonar's face was white as driven snow and he shook
as with ague. Well might Bran stand appalled, for in all the years of his
life he had never before seen Gonar the Wise show any sign of fear.
"What now, old one?" asked the king. "Goes all well in Baal-dor?"
"All is well in Baal-dor where my body lies sleeping," answered old
Gonar. "Across the void I have come to battle with you for your soul.
King, are you mad, this thought you have thought in your brain?"
"Gonar," answered Bran somberly, "this day I stood still and watched a
man of mine die on the cross of Rome. What his name or his rank, I do
not know. I do not care. He might have been a faithful unknown
warrior of mine, he might have been an outlaw. I only know that he
was mine; the first scents he knew were the scents of the heather; the
first light he saw was the sunrise on the Pictish hills. He belonged to
me, not to Rome. If punishment was just, then none but me should have
dealt it. If he were to be tried, none but me should have been his judge.
The same blood flowed in our veins; the same fire maddened our brains;
in infancy we listened to the same old tales, and in youth we sang the
same old songs. He was bound to my heartstrings, as every man and
every woman and every child of Pictland is bound. It was mine to
protect him; now it is mine to avenge him."
"But in the name of the gods, Bran," expostulated the wizard, "take
your vengeance in another way! Return to the heather--mass your
warriors--join with Cormac and his Gaels, and spread a sea of blood

and flame the length of the great Wall!"
"All that I will do," grimly answered Bran. "But now--now--I will have
a vengeance such as no Roman ever dreamed of! Ha, what do they
know of the mysteries of this ancient