“When you have brought her hither, stand sentinel at the rocky ledge. If
Alan the Evil should appear, strike him down, bind him and acquaint me.
Should that happen to him, then Pirox the Killer again will have a
victim.”
Silently Arrack left the room to return almost immediately with a tray
laden with food.
“Where did you go this midday, Arrack?” asked his master.
“To the Cave of Whispering Madness, my master. I built the sacrificial
pyre beneath the altar. Everything is in readiness. I hardly expected
you so soon. Two Kymos should have passed before you came.”
“The pyre is ready? Good! But what did you with the Chlorie?”
“’Tis on the beach as it always is.”
“Nay,” said Kulmervan, “when I landed at the covered bay, I dragged my
unwilling bride by way of the beach. The Chlorie was not there, and I
thought you must have sailed to the mainland for food.”
“It is there I swear, my lord.”
Kulmervan looked puzzled. “Could Alan have found it and—” he
began—then—“Go quickly, Arrack, and see.”
Alan slipped round the corner of the hut, and in the darkness stood
flush with the wall, completely hidden. He saw the figure of Arrack run
lightly down to the beach, heard him get into the boat, and as quickly
return. He reached his coign of vantage in time to hear Arrack say, “It
is there, my lord. I saw and touched it. It has moved its position
slightly, but the wind has been rather high to-day; otherwise it was as
I left it.”
“That puling girl has taken my senses away,” grumbled Kulmervan. “I can
think of naught but her. Go, Arrack, fetch her here. But remember, give
her the wine first. When she awakens, she will have become my mate,” and
he chuckled hoarsely.
Alan was in a quandary, he scarcely knew what to do. Was the secret way
into the place where Chlorie was hidden, in the cabin or not? He wormed
his way round the hut, and as he did so, he saw a door open, and in the
ray of light a figure cross to a little lean-to shed, that had been
built against some high ground. He gave Arrack a moment or two of grace
and then followed him in. There on the floor was an open trap door with
some steps leading from it into the unknown below. A length of cord was
in a corner of the shed, Alan picked it up and then followed Arrack. At
the foot of the steps, a subterranean passage led for some distance, and
then opened out into a large cave. He remembered it—it was the one
immediately under the secret exit in the Cave of Whispering Madness.
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