Kur of Gor

Chapter, the Fifty-Ninth: A RENDEZVOUS TAKES PLACE

"I see,” said Flavion, stepping forth from the trees, “you have not brought weapons."

"In accord with our agreement,” said Cabot.

"My colleagues,” said Flavion, glancing to the left and right, “are armed."

"I see no colleagues,” said Cabot.

"They are there,” said Flavion. “You were to bring Grendel with you, as though hunting or on patrol, delivering him to us, at this place. Where is he?"

"Where is the slave, and gold?” said Cabot.

Flavion bent over, and one of his feet scratched angrily, suddenly, at the ground. Cabot watched, imperturbably, as leaves and dirt settled.

Cabot heard a rustle in the brush to his right.

Flavion was not the only Kur displeased.

"Do you think to insult us?” came from Cabot's translator.

"Do you think to insult me?” asked Cabot.

"We do not care to be tricked,” said Flavion.

"Nor do I,” said Cabot.

"Where is the monster, Grendel?"

"Where is the gold, the slave?” said Cabot.

"You do not trust us,” said Flavion.

"My mistrust, it seems,” said Cabot, “is abundantly justified."

"Where is Grendel?"

"I suppose, in camp,” said Cabot.

"You are making a test of us?"

"And perhaps you of me?"

Flavion brandished his rifle, one of power. “I could kill you now,” he said.

"That would not bring Lord Grendel to you,” said Cabot.

"I must consult with my superiors,” said Flavion. “Return to camp."

Cabot turned about, and withdrew.

Behind him he heard a howl of Kur rage.