At the sight of Rhialto and Osherl, certain of the men called out in pleasure, and taking up long-handled nets advanced upon the two with sinister purpose.
Rhialto called out: " Stand back! We are magicians! Your first sneer of menace will bring down a spell of great distress; be warned!"
The men refused to heed and raised high their nets. Rhialto made a sign to Osherl. The nets folded over backwards to enclose and clench into tight balls those who had thought use them. Osherl jerked his thumb to whisk these balls way, into the northern sky, through the overcast and out of sight.
Rhialto looked around the group and spoke to a flat-faced woman: "Who is the chieftain of this repulsive group?"
The woman pointed. "There is Doulka who is butcher and trundleman. We need no chieftain; such folk eat more than their share."
A big-bellied old man with gray wattles sidled a few steps forward. He spoke in a wheedling nasal voice: "Must your disgust be so blatant? True: we are anthropophages. True: we put strangers to succulent use. Is this truly good cause for hostility? The world is as it is and each of us must hope in some fashion to be of service to his fellows, even if only in the form of a soup."
"Our talents lie elsewhere," said Rhialto. "If I see any more nets, you will be first to fly the sky."
"No fear, now that we know your preferences," declared Doulka. "What are your needs? Are you hungry?"
"We are curious in regard to Luid Shug, which at this time should be awakening to the Age of Gold. Instead we find only rubble, slime, and the stink from your village. Why have events gone in this unhappy fashion?"
Doulka had recovered his confidence and blinked at his visitors with torpid complacence. Idly, as if through the force of habit, he began to twist and interweave his fingers with a dexterity which Rhialto found interesting, even fascinating. He spoke in a droning nasal monotone: "The mystery surrounding the ruins is more than real." As Doulka spoke, he wove his fingers slowly back and forth. "Centuries passed by, one upon the other, and the gods stood steadfast, by day and by night. At last they succumbed to the grind of the wind and rain. They became dust and their power was gone."
Doulka worked his fingers in and out. "The land was empty and the ruins lay quiet. The 'Paragons' slept their long sleep in alabaster eggs. Youths and maidens of prime quality ripened out of their silken couches, unknown to all!"
Doulka's fingers created odd patterns. Rhialto began to feel a pleasant lassitude, which he ascribed to his efforts of the day.
"My dear fellow, I see that you are weary!" said Doulka. "I reproach myself!" Three ceremonial chairs of woven withe were brought out, their backs carved to represent contorted human faces.
"Sit," said Doulka in a soothing voice. "Rest yourself."
Doulka ponderously placed his own fat buttocks upon the creaking withe of a chair. Rhialto also seated himself, to ease his tired limbs. He turned to Osherl and spoke in the language of the 21st Aeon: "What is this sly old devil doing to me, that I feel such torpor?"
Osherl responded in an offhand manner: "He commands four sandestins of an inferior sort: the type we call 'madlings.' They are building patterns of lassitude in and out of your eyes, which are now somewhat skewed. Doulka has already given orders to prepare for a feast."
Rhialto spoke indignantly: "Why did you not prevent this trickery? Where is your loyalty?"
Osherl merely coughed in discomfiture.
Rhialto told Osherl: "Order the madlings to pull Doulka's nose out to a length of two feet, to impose an ulcerous cyst at the tip, and also a large painful carbuncle on each buttock."
"As you wish."
The work was done to his satisfaction. "Now," he told Osherl, "and this should go without saying, order the madlings to desist from all further nuisances upon my person."
"Yes, true. We would not want Doulka to retaliate in kind."
"Then you will accord the madlings their freedom, and send them on their way, with instructions never again to serve Doulka."
"A generous thought!" declared Osherl. "Does the same instruction apply to me?"
"Osherl, do not distract me. I must question Doulka, despite his new preoccupations."
4 stars