"You have a sharp mind, stranger. Yes. But the great wall will be hard to carry, even so. If I came, bearing in _my_ hands the talisman of Ban Cruach...." He did not finish, but turned instead to Thord. "When you plundered the dead man's body, what did you find?" "Nothing, Lord. A few coins, a knife, hardly worth the taking." "And you, Eric John Stark. What did you take from the body?" With perfect truth he answered, "Nothing." "Thord," said the Lord Ciaran, "search him." Thord came smiling up to Stark and ripped his jacket open. With uncanny swiftness, the Earthman moved. The edge of one broad hand took Thord under the ear, and before the man's knees had time to sag Stark had caught his arm. He turned, crouching forward, and pitched Thord headlong through the door flap. He straightened and turned again. His eyes held a feral glint. "The man has robbed me once," he said. "It is enough." He heard Thord's men coming. Three of them tried to jam through the entrance at once, and he sprang at them. He made no sound. His fists did the talking for him, and then his feet, as he kicked the stunned barbarians back upon their leader. "Now," he said to the Lord Ciaran, "will we talk as men?" The man in armor laughed, a sound of pure enjoyment. It seemed that the gaze behind the mask studied Stark's savage face, and then lifted to greet the sullen Thord who came back into the shelter, his cheeks flushed crimson with rage. "Go," said the Lord Ciaran. "The stranger and I will talk." "But Lord," he protested, glaring at Stark, "it is not safe...." "My dark mistress looks after my safety," said Ciaran, stroking the axe across his knees. "Go." Thord went. The man in armor was silent then, the blind mask turned to Stark, who met that eyeless gaze and was silent also. And the bundle of rags in the shadows straightened slowly and became a tall old man with rusty hair and beard, through which peered craggy juts of bone and two bright, small points of fire, as though some wicked flame burned within him. He shuffled over and crouched at the feet of the Lord Ciaran, watching the Earthman. And the man in armor leaned forward. "I will tell you something, Eric John Stark. I am a bastard, but I come of the blood of kings. My name and rank I must make with my own hands. But I will set them high, and my name will ring in the Norlands! "I will take Kushat. Who holds Kushat, holds Mars--and the power and the riches that lie beyond the Gates of Death!" "I have seen them," said the old man, and his eyes blazed. "I have seen Ban Cruach the mighty. I have seen the temples and the palaces glitter in the ice. I have seen _Them_, the shining ones. Oh, I have seen them, the beautiful, hideous ones!" He glanced sidelong at Stark, very cunning. "That is why Otar is mad, stranger. _He has seen._" A chill swept Stark. He too had seen, not with his own eyes but with the mind and memories of Ban Cruach, of a million years ago.