"So that was the first challenge," Bane said, surprised. "A real goblin would die not so readily." He picked up the goblin's sword. It was small, but of st.u.r.dy steel: a good weapon. "And this be a spoil of war, methinks."

"But there will be other threats," Agape reminded him.

"Aye. And if I understand rightly, of different types; we be through with goblins."

"Let's get somewhere else," Agape said nervously.

He found a vine and cut it to length and formed it into a crude belt. From this he hung the sword, so that he didn't need to carry it in his hand.

They moved on, climbing the slope of the mountain. Its general contour seemed familiar, but he realized that it could be the same mountain in Proton as the one he had known in Phaze, covered by one of the scientific domes and provided with fresh air and planted, so as to duplicate the original more closely. The Citizen had good taste in landscape!

But soon there was another sound, this time from the air. They peered up between the trees and saw a gross bird-shape. "A harpy!" Bane exclaimed.

"Is that worse than a goblin?"

"Depends. True harpies have poisoned talons and can move them very quickly in close quarters. But a robot harpy may be clumsy."

"I hope so."

"Clever blow, last time," the Citizen's voice came from the harpy. "But you'll not catch me again that way."

Bane backed under the canopy of a tree. "Get beyond the trunk," he told Agape. "If it flies at you, just circle around the tree, staying clear."

"But what about you?"

"I want not to flee it, but to kill it."

"But-"

"Move, woman!"

She moved. The harpy oriented and swung low; then it folded its wings and dived down at him.

Bane stepped aside, as he had before, and the harpy swerved. But this time he had stepped to the other side, and the Citizen had been geared for the first side. Thus the harpy missed completely-but Bane's staff didn't. It caught the harpy on the back, knocking it down and out of control. It plowed into the ground. Bane rammed it in the side of the head, as he had the goblin, with the same result: sparks and cessation.

"Methinks I like this game," he said, smiling.

"Bane, I don't like it," Agape said. "I fear the Citizen is only toying with you. There is something-"

"Something? What?"

"I don't know. Something that doesn't quite match. It scares me. Let's get far from here."

Bane thought her concern was exaggerated, but it made sense to keep the Citizen guessing about their location. It was possible that these were indeed simple ploys, intended only to feel out Bane's defenses. Once the Citizen knew his opponent better, he might send in something more formidable.

They cut to the south (a.s.suming the orientation of this mountain was as it was in Phaze), traveling at right angles to their former route. The forest was thick here, and they were careful not to scuff the ground. It would not be easy to spot them; probably the Citizen would have to do some searching. Bane intended to see just how good a searcher the man was, in a robot body.

There was a noise to the side, but not a threat. It was a brown deer bounding away, its white tail flashing. It paused, glancing back, then ran on out of sight.

"Stocked with real wilderness animals!" Agape exclaimed, delighted.

"Mayhap I can kill one and have it for food," Bane said.

"Kill a deer?" she asked, horrified. "How could you!"

Suddenly there was a roar right ahead. A demon leaped at them. Agape screamed and fled; Bane whipped his staff up and caught the creature in the belly, shoving it back.

"Surprised you, didn't I!" the Citizen's voice came from the toothy maw of the monster. Then it lurched right over the staff, those teeth coming for Bane's face.

Bane s.n.a.t.c.hed the goblin sword from its mooring with his left hand. He drove the point at the demon's gaping mouth. The blade went in, puncturing the back of the mouth. Again there was a crackle, and the monster became nonfunctional.

Bane pulled out the sword and replaced it in his belt. "Aye, this be an easy game."

"But don't you see," Agape said. "Each time you kill one, another comes. And they seem to know where we are! The Citizen must be able to see us, before he animates a robot!"

"What wouldst thou have me do?" Bane asked, irritated. "Not kill a monster?"

"Maybe that would be best," she said.

"Let it kill me instead?" he demanded acidly.

"No, Bane. Just-avoid it for a while. So that no new one can come. Better to retain the known danger, than to bring on an unknown one. After all, there's a lot of time-a whole week, and-"

"Flee from a goblin or a harpy I could readily kill? What kind of man would folk take me for then?"

"A sensible one!" she flared.

"It be not sensible to leave an enemy creature on my tail!"

"But Bane, don't you see, there are things we don't understand-"

"I understand well enough!" he retorted. 'Thou dost not like to hurt robots!"

"That's not true! It's just that-"

"Get away from me, woman!" he cried. "I need not counsel of the like of this!"

"Well, if you feel that way-!"

"Aye. Go thine own way, and let me be."

She gazed at him for a moment, then turned and walked away. Bane watched her go, furious at her betrayal, then struck for higher ground. He wanted to get where he could look about, to see whether there was something watching him, such as one of the magic screens.

Just to be sure, he made a loop: he circled carefully, and stopped just before he crossed his own prior trail. If something were following him, this should foil it. Nothing did; all he saw was another deer, browsing amidst the leaves of a copse of small trees. He settled down and kept quiet, so as not to disturb it. When it spooked, he would know something was coming.

His thoughts returned to Agape. She had supported him so loyally, until now; why had she started second-guessing his strategy, that was so obviously successful? He had proved himself readily able to handle the a.s.sorted imitation creatures the Citizen had sent against him; she should have been satisfied with that!

There was a thunk beside him. Bane jumped. There was a feathered arrow in the trunk of the tree he squatted near. He was being attacked!

He scrambled away as another arrow whistled through his region. He dived behind another trunk. This time the Citizen was striking from a distance; neither staff nor short sword could do much about that!

How had the man found him, and come up behind him, without even alerting the deer? Bane's loop had made no difference. The Citizen had not followed his trail, but had simply arrived at his location.

Bane poked his head around the tree, trying to spot the Citizen. But another arrow swished by, too close. The Citizen has good aim!

"Now let's see you club me in the head!" the Citizen called.

Had the man come in person, this time? If so, the Citizen was taking a serious chance, for he was fat and slow, while Bane was young and fast.

Another arrow thunked into the ground just beyond Bane's tree. But this one was different. It sparkled. In a moment the dry gra.s.s and leaves of the forest floor were burning. A fire-arrow!

Bane went to stamp out the fire-but another normal arrow whizzed by his head, and he had to retreat. But the fire was spreading rapidly toward him. Soon he would have to move, or get burned. But when he moved, he would become vulnerable to the arrows of the Citizen!

He had no choice. He saw the deer running by, spooked by the smoke, in its alarm actually cutting past the fringe of the fire and leaping toward the Citizen. Well, maybe that would distract the man for the necessary instant!

Bane charged for the next tree. But an arrow pa.s.sed ahead of him, making him dive to the ground.

"I've got you covered, apprentice!" the Citizen called, striding forward, his bow ready, the next arrow already nocked. "You weren't as much compet.i.tion as I had hoped, after all. Too bad."

Bane scrambled up. The Citizen's bow moved to track him with unerring accuracy. He had no chance!

Then the deer hurtled into the Citizen. Both fell to the ground. Bane, amazed, nevertheless grasped his opportunity; he launched himself in that direction, intending to club the Citizen before the bow came back into play.

But he discovered that the job had already been done. The deer was striking at the man's head with its sharp front hooves, and the head was crackling. It had been another robot, fashioned into a man's image, and it had been put out of commission.

But by a wild animal?

Then Bane caught on. "Agape!" he exclaimed.

The deer looked at him and nodded. Then it began to melt. Soon it was reforming into Agape's more familiar human form.

"Thou didst save my life!" Bane exclaimed. "Or at least my freedom. Thou wast with me all along! But why, when we quarreled?"

"Friends can disagree," she said as her human face became complete. "I couldn't let you lose the game if I could prevent it."

He took her in his arms. "We spoke of honor. Thou didst say that thou didst define it differently. I like thy definition."

"I just did what I had to do."

"Must I needs apologize to thee," he said.

"No need, Bane. Just win the game."

"Aye. But now will come another threat-and me-thinks it will know where we be."

"The last one followed you and didn't recognize me," she said. "Maybe the Citizen tunes in on the substances of your body. Living flesh may not work for that."

"This be more of a challenge than I like. How can I sleep, and the Citizen tune in on me?"

"We've got to find a way to nullify the threat without destroying it," she said. "Then it won't matter if it knows where you are."

Bane cast about for stones. "Next bowman comes, I want a distance weapon."

"Why not use the bow?"

Bane knocked his head with the heel of his hand. "The bow: Spoils!"

Bane picked up the bow, and checked the remaining arrows. Most were ordinary, but one was incendiary and another was glowing: a marker.

He tested the bow, shooting an arrow at a distant target. It scored; this was an excellent instrument. Probably the man-robot had been designed for perfect marksmanship, too. Well, Bane could score well enough with this, being both trained and having a robot body.

"Each attack seems to be worse than the preceding one," Agape said. "I think we'd better prepare for something bad."

"Aye. But thou dost not wish to kill it."

"Not if we can nullify it without destroying it. Then the Citizen won't be able to bring a new threat."

"If we just knew what to expect!" he fretted.

"Since we can't seem to hide from it, maybe if we made a good defensive position-"

"Or a trap!" he exclaimed.

They discussed it briefly, then worked to set up a covered pit. Bane had to use the sword to excavate the earth and chop through roots, and they couldn't take time to make it too deep, because they did not know when the next attack would come. The best they could hope for was that the creature would fall in, and be distracted long enough for Bane to get in some crippling but not killing blow. Having slowed it, they could then outrun it, and the Citizen would not be able to bring in anything new.

They put branches and ferns across the hole, bringing them in from a distance, and covered them with some of the dirt. The extra dirt they used to fashion a kind of fort nearby. They spread dry leaves over everything. Then they settled into the fort and waited.

Nothing happened. After two hours, the sun was going down, and they were getting hungry. "The Citizen must be taking a break," Agape said. "He knows that we don't dare rest, so he can afford to. He has plenty of time."

That seemed to make sense. "Let's eat, then," Bane said. They searched for food. Some of the trees had fruit, but it wasn't enough. They also needed water to drink. "If this be a copy of the mountain I know," Bane said, "there be a cave and the snow from the peak melts into a stream that runs through it. Mushrooms grow in that cave. But some be poison."

"I can tell good from bad," Agape said. They went to where the cave should be-and it was there. "The stream joins it inside; its channel be too convoluted and narrow for a person, but for a way it be nice," he said, remembering.

It was nice. It was dark inside, but Bane used the glow-arrow for light, and it was enough. The mushrooms grew thickly by the bank of the subterranean river. Agape melted a hand and touched sample mushrooms, locating a large patch of good ones. They had food, for now. He ate a token amount, just to keep her company.

Agape checked farther in the cave. She stroked the stones of it. "Bane, this is not safe!" she exclaimed, alarmed. "I feel the stress here; one hard knock, and the ceiling will fall!"

"Aye, I always used a spell to sh.o.r.e it up, just in case. But if we don't knock it-"

"Let's get back to the surface," she said nervously.

They returned to the forest. It was dark now, and the sounds of the night life were there. The Citizen had done an excellent job of renovating this region!

"Funny thing," Bane murmured. "The Citizen we fight corresponds to the Purple Adept of Phaze. But the one who captured us was the White Adept."

"I think the Citizens are collaborating," Agape said.

"If the correspondence be accurate, White and Purple both be enemies of Blue."