“Good God!” the Metz exploded. “Your people—and I’m assuming that most of what you’ve told me is the truth—have picked up all the discarded social junk of the dead past at its worst. I knew some of the traders down here had slaves, but I thought they were probably the most primitive people we knew about. The Eastern League at Otwah can’t have heard about you either, because they’re not far behind us. Kingdoms, peasants, internecine warfare, armies, slavery, and general illiteracy! What your D’alwah place needs is a thorough housecleaning!”
I lis obvious disgust silenced the girl, who bit her full lower lip in anger at his open contempt. She was nothing near being stupid, and she knew that her strange rescuer was both a clever and, more, a learned man. For the first time in a long while, Luchare began to wonder if her longed-for homeland was quite as perfect as her dreams made it.
“I’m sorry,” Hiero said abruptly. “I was rude about your country, and you had nothing to do with making it the way it is. I’ve never seen it, and it’s probably a very nice place. It sounds interesting, anyway. Please go on with your own story. I’d like to hear what brought you so far from the Lantik Sea. I know how far away that is, at least up in the North.”
“Well,” she began, a little doubtfully, “I ran away, from my—my slave master, who was cruel to me. I really did,” she said earnestly, her dark eyes large in the dim light.
“Oh, I believe you. Go on from there. How long ago was that?”
It had been well over a year, Luchare thought. It had been hard at first, and she had learned to steal food from peasant huts. Wild animals had almost caught her on several occasions, but she had got toughened up and had weapons too, also stolen, a spear and a knife. She had lived thus on the cultivated lands at the edge of a great jungle for several months, until one day she had fallen from a tree, breaking her ankle. While waiting for the inevitable prowling animal to find her, an Elevener had come instead.
“What, you have them too?” he interrupted. “I had no idea they went so far. What do they do in your society? Are they well thought of, do people trust them?” He was really excited, for here at last was an actual link between the two widely separated areas from which they came.
The “Eleveners,” the mysterious followers of the so-called Eleventh Commandment, were a group of wandering men whose little-known order dated back to The Death itself and perhaps even before. They wore simple clothes of brown cloth, were strict vegetarians, and carried no weapons beyond a belt knife and a wooden staff. They seldom appeared in groups and indeed were usually alone. They wandered from place to place, harming no one, occasionally doing some work for keep, teaching children their letters or watching flocks. They were skilled physicians and always ready to help the sick and injured. They hated the works of the Unclean, but sought no trouble with anyone, unless actually attacked. They had strange powers over animals, and even the Leemutes usually avoided them.
