Angkor Wat (Angkor) -- Fiction; Science fiction; Time travel -- Fiction; World War, 1939-1945 -- Fiction
"Many, my Lord," replied Thalakka humbly. "And many more when the news
of thy release bruits about. The corridors leading to the lakeside port
are even now lined with those of my men who love thee above the cruel
Ravana. Thus prepared I for thy escape--"
"And thus," nodded Vibhishana, "shall our earthborn allies return to
rally their forces. But meanwhile I remain to gather about me those who
would fight my cause. Vanguard of my new army shall be those with whom
I languished in these dungeons. Can you arm them?"
Thalakka glanced dubiously at the ragtag aggregation of human flotsam
seeping through the bronze gate. He nodded.
"Aye. Even so, my Lord."
"Then do so. And now, Ramey Winters--" Vibhishana pressed the young
American's shoulder warmly--"for a time we must part. But all of us
know the Plan. We shall create a diversion for your escape. Haste
to the mainland and bring to Lanka as speedily as possible all the
fighting-men Sugriva has gathered. If fortune favor us, we shall
have won a foothold on some niche of Lanka. That spot will be your
landing-place. Now go--and may the gods go with you!"
Ramey said nothing. But his jaw was set in a line that boded no good
for any man who tried to restrain him from his part of the Plan. He
glanced at Thalakka. The captain gestured.
"This way, Lord Ramaíya--"
And stealthily the trio moved upward from the bowels of Lanka, while
behind them a fledgling army surged from pits of darkness and despair
into a world of new hope....
* * * * *
Thrice the adventurers passed posts whereat Videlian guards stood
watch; thrice a hasty sign, a word from the Captain Thalakka, caused
these sentries to glance the other way. Only once had they to pass
a warrior whose allegiance was not pledged to Vibhishana, but his
brother. And Thalakka brazened his way past this station with a word of
explanation.
"Prisoners from the camp of Sugriva. Being taken to the Lord Ravana for
questioning."
And at last, having ascended countless stages, they were in a small
chamber through the windows of which blew the sweet, clean night air of
lake waters. Here Thalakka halted.
"This room fronts on the waterside. Beyond that door lies a small,
private wharf, beside which waits a skiff. It is watched now, but
you hide here and wait. I shall return to arm the friends of my Lord
Vibhishana. When this is done, these men and those of my soldiers whom
I can trust will attack the third level garrison of the citadel. An
alarm will draw the guard from the wharf. When he leaves, you must get
to the boat swiftly and flee to the mainland."
Ramey said simply, "We understand, Thalakka. Thank you."
The Videlian captain smiled. "I accept your thanks, Lord Ramaíya, but I
need them not. My heart tells me I have done well. Godspeed to you!"
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