Mark opened the door to his cabin. A wonderful smell filled the room. Leeta was kneeling by the fireplace.

"h.e.l.lo, Mark," she said in Tsook. "I have made bread and stew. Megaan says you are poisoning yourself with your own cooking."

"Megaan is an interfering busybody who needs to learn to mind her own business."

"Do you want me to take the food away?"

"Uh, no. I wouldn't want all your hard work to go to waste."

Leeta filled a bowl and set it on the table. "You and Megaan should not fight all the time. You are both good persons. Why do you not get along?"

"I get along with everybody. It's Megaan who has the problem. She thinks she's in charge of all Transall." Mark tasted some of the hot stew. "This is great, Leeta. You should have some."

She filled his gla.s.s with water and sat down across from him. "Are you happy here, Mark?"

"I guess so." Mark shrugged. "It sure beats living in a tree."

"What about the blue light and the world you came from? I remember a time when you would have done anything to get back to it."

Mark wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I still want to go back. And I will. It's just that right now the Tsook are really going out of their way for me and I don't want to let them down."

Leeta spit on the dirt floor. "The Tsook are slavers. They are no better than the cannibals who attacked us. Are you forgetting how they brought us here against our will? Don't trust yourself to them, Mark."

"Hold on. You're the one who was just telling me how great Megaan was. She's Tsook."

"As in all groups there are some who are different. Tell me, Mark, can you remember your people? I remember mine and I will never forget what the Tsook did to us."

Mark tried to visualize his parents' faces. Vague images of a slightly balding man and a pet.i.te blond woman came to him but that was all. He put his bowl down. It had been so long since he'd seen them he was having a hard time remembering what they looked like.

"I have upset you." Leeta stood. "I am sorry."

"Wait. Don't go. You're right. I have lost sight of what is important. After the feast I will leave here. I don't owe these people anything. You can come too if you want."

"There is something I must tell you, Mark. Once, a shaman, a very powerful medicine man, visited our village. He talked of your light."

"Why haven't you told me about this, Leeta?"

"I was afraid. The shaman said the light held more evil power than we could imagine. He said if we ever saw it we should run away as fast as we could."

"Did he tell you where it was?"

"He said the light does not stay in one place."

"My dream. Leeta, I had a dream about the blue light moving away from me. Did the medicine man tell you anything else?"

Leeta chewed her bottom lip. "He said ... what came from the light would have the power to destroy our world."

chapter 31.

"What is the matter with you, Kakon? You do not seem like yourself today." Dagon was putting the finishing touches on a new crossbow. "You have nothing to be anxious about. The feasting begins tonight. And the Merkon's messenger has sent word that the Overlord will arrive tomorrow in time for the games."

"I'm not anxious. I was just thinking." Mark sc.r.a.ped the shaft of an arrow. "Dagon, I've been curious. Who is this Merkon? Does he come from another Tsook tribe?"

"The Merkon is the leader of all Transall. He lives across the great river and is coming many miles to meet you."

"Why would he do that? Why would he travel here to watch my ceremony?"

"The Overlord was invited and chose to come. That is all I know. We have not seen him on this side of the river in years. He always sends an emissary to collect our tribute. It is a great honor that he wishes to visit us in person."

"Maybe he's coming to check up on you, Dagon. You know, make sure you're doing things the way he wants."

"There is no need. We are only a small village on the outskirts of many others that are much larger. And we pay our tribute each year. The Merkon would not waste his time checking on us."

Mark sat back. "Are you telling me there are bigger towns than this one?"

"Of course. The Tsook are more numerous than the stars. Unfortunately, there are also many tribes of nonpersons in Transall. It will take time but we will conquer them all."

"Is this the Merkon's plan?"

"In the time before the Merkon, even the Tsook fought among themselves. The land was constantly at war. Now we are united under his leadership and peace is more common."

"Kakon." Barow stuck his head out the door. "Megaan and Leeta have something they want to show you."

Mark set his arrow on the ground. "What is it?"

"You will not be able to see from there," Megaan shouted. "Come inside."

Mark stepped across the threshold and stopped. The girls were holding up a brand-new set of clothing made of soft off-white leather with long fringe on the sleeves.

"We made them for your ceremony, Mark," Leeta said proudly. "Do you like them?"

"Of course I did all the sewing," Megaan's grandmother said smugly. "These silly girls would never have gotten it right on their own."

Mark touched the new clothes. "I've never had anything so nice. I don't know what to say."

"You could say thank you," Megaan teased. "Unless those words are too hard for an important warrior to say."

"Unlike some people"a"he made a face at Megaana""I can say thank you ... all."

"You'd better hurry home and get ready." Megaan put the buckskins in his hands and pushed him out the door. "We cannot have you embarra.s.sing us at the feasting."

Dagon grinned at him. "It is a dangerous thing to have women sew for you, Kakon. Next thing you know they will be telling you to take a bath. "

"In my case that might not be such a bad idea." Mark picked up his arrow. "Thanks for the carving lesson, Dagon. I'd better do as she says and go get ready."

People waved and called to him as he walked down the road. The same women who had stared scornfully when he was shuffling along in chains now offered him fresh bread. He was living the life of a celebrity and it was tempting to stay here forever.

Leeta had declined his offer to go back to the jungle with him. The few who were left in her tribe were now slaves of the Tsook and she wanted to stay with them. He understood. Family was important. He had lost sight of that once but he wouldn't let it happen again.

The festivities were supposed to last through the night and most of the next day. After that, things would settle down and then he would be on his way. No one would question him and no one would come after him. He was an equal, allowed to go wherever he pleased.

In his cabin Mark heated some water and washed the grime off his body before he put on the new buckskins. They fit perfectly. He put on his claw necklace and tied his long hair back with a piece of leather. Megaan would not be able to find any fault with him tonight, he thought, then wondered at the thoughta"wondered why he cared. Megaan?

A horn blew and drums started pounding. It was beginning. For some reason he felt nervous. He checked himself over, from his bare feet up to the fringe on his shirt.

The door opened and Sarbo stepped in. "You look very fine, Kakon. The festivities are starting and no one will eat without the guest of honor. Come."

"I was just on my way." Mark followed him out the door and up the street. Near the center of town, tables and benches had been set up and the tables were piled high with food. Torches with bunches of flowers tied to them lined the road.

Dagon motioned for Mark to come to the head table. Sarbo sat beside him and whispered, "They have outdone themselves for you, Kakon. This is far better than any ceremony I have ever seen."

The tower guard blew the alarm. It was quickly followed by one long calming note.

Dagon stood. "Apparently our guests are early. Come, Kakon. We will go to meet them."

Mark followed Sarbo and Dagon to the edge of the village. It was almost dark and hard to make out the faces of the approaching strangers.

Nearly fifteen riders stopped in front of them. They wore a crude armor that reminded Mark of the kind he and Tybor had been working on. The leader wore a lightweight metal headdress that masked the top part of his face. He was unusually tall.

"Welcome," Dagon bellowed. "Welcome to the great Merkon and his friends. We are honored to have you visit our small village. You are just in time. The feasting is about to begin."

One of the front riders spoke. "The Overlord wishes to see the one you call Kakon."

Mark stepped forward. "I am Kakon."

The man in the mask stared down at him through tiny slits in the metal. No one moved or said anything. Finally the Merkon raised his hand. The front rider got down and held the reins of the Merkon's beast.

The Overlord dismounted and turned to Dagon. "Let the feasting begin."

Sarbo showed the riders where to put their mounts and Dagon led the Merkon to the tables, boasting about Mark's heroic deeds all the way.

When they were seated, the Merkon questioned Mark. "Tell me why. Why would a slave risk his life for the people who captured him?"

Mark answered honestly. "It was not an easy decision. I considered saving only myself. But it didn't seem right to let everyone else die."

"Perhaps you only wished to be rewarded?"

Mark's eyes narrowed. He answered evenly, "Perhaps."

The Overlord smiled and reached for a piece of roasted meat. "I think I like you, Kakon. You are not only brave, you are intelligent. You will make a fine warrior."

Mark wasn't hungry. The Overlord's strange behavior had taken away his appet.i.te. He looked down the table. Megaan was sitting with a group of her friends, laughing and having a good time.

The rest of the Tsook were already caught up in the festivities. The children were playing a game of tag and their laughter filled the night air.

"I think I forgot something back at my cabin," Mark said to Dagon. "I will be right back."

He left quickly before anyone could protest. The party was for him, but strangely he didn't want it. He just wanted to be alone. The Overlord made him feel uncomfortable. Something about the man was all wrong.

The embers of a fire were still glowing in Mark's cabin. He sat on his sleeping mat without bothering to light a candle.

"What's the matter with you?" he whispered to himself. The fire sputtered and a spark shot out on the swept dirt floor.

Mark stared at the ceiling. He knew the answer. The real truth was that he was going to miss this place. It had been the only real home he'd had in more than two years.

The door opened. "Kakon? What are you doing here?" Megaan asked. "The stories have started. You should hear Sarbo. He is telling of the time he single-handedly fought off an entire den of the Woompa.s.s devils."

"That sounds like Sarbo. You go on back. I'll be along."

"Are you sick?"

"No. Don't worry about me. I said I would be there."

Megaan stepped closer. "I am not going until you tell me what is wrong."

Mark looked up at her. She had a large red flower in her hair and it was the first time he had ever seen her in a skirt. "You look nice, Megaan. It was good of you to get all dressed up just for me."

"Ha! You are so arrogant. If you were a true Tsook you would know that it is customary for the chiefs daughter to ..." She stopped. "No, I know what you are up to. You are not going to make me angry tonight no matter what you say."

"What if I told you that I am leaving the village after the ceremony tomorrow?"

Megaan bit her lip. "What do you mean, leaving? You will be coming back, will you not?"

Mark shook his head. "Remember when I told you about the place I came from and the light that brought me to Transall? I have to find that light. As you just said, I am not a true Tsook. My people are waiting for me on a different world. I have no choice but to try to go back."

"You have a choice." Megaan marched to the door. "Go back, then. Take your stupid slave girl with you. I do not care. I am sorry I ever knew you."

Mark watched her stomp out the door and spoke quietly in the darkness. "I think I'm going to miss you too, Megaan."

chapter 32.

The evening seemed to wear on forever. Mark returned to the celebration and Barow insisted that he tell the story of the Howling Thing, even though the little boy had already heard it a dozen times.

Dagon told the story of finding Mark pinned down behind his dead beast, loading his last arrow, ready to die for the Tsook. This brought the people to their feet, yelling and praising their young guest of honor.

The Merkon still made Mark feel uncomfortable. Every time Mark looked at the man he found a pair of cold dark eyes inspecting him.