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sources were lost in antiquity. And Balthus had seen that which still prickled his flesh. He could not refute the monstrous thing which Conanā€™s words implied.

ā€œIā€™ve heard that thereā€™s an ancient grove sacred to Jhebbal Sag somewhere in this forest,ā€ said Conan. ā€œI donā€™t know. Iā€™ve never seen it. But more beasts remember in this country than any Iā€™ve ever seen.ā€

ā€œThen others will be on our trail?ā€

ā€œThey are now,ā€ was Conanā€™s disquieting answer. ā€œZogar would never leave our tracking to one beast alone.ā€

ā€œWhat are we to do, then?ā€ asked Balthus uneasily, grasping his ax as he stared at the gloomy arches above him. His flesh crawled with the momentary expectation of ripping talons and fangs leaping from the shadows.

ā€œWait!ā€

Conan turned, squatted and with his knife began scratching a curious symbol in the mold. Stooping to look at it over his shoulder, Balthus felt a crawling of the flesh along his spine, he knew not why. He felt no wind against his face, but there was a rustling of leaves above them and a weird moaning swept ghostily through the branches. Conan glanced up inscrutably, then rose and stood staring somberly down at the symbol he had drawn.

ā€œWhat is it?ā€ whispered Balthus. It looked archaic and meaningless to him. He supposed that it was his ignorance of artistry which prevented his identifying it as one of the conventional designs of some prevailing culture. But had he been the most erudite artist in the world, he would have been no nearer the solution.

ā€œI saw it carved in the rock of a cave no human had visited for a million years,ā€ muttered Conan, ā€œin the uninhabited mountains beyond the Sea of Vilayet, half a world away from this spot. Later I saw a black witch-finder of Kush scratch it in the sand of a nameless river. He told me part of its meaningā ā€”itā€™s sacred to Jhebbal Sag and the creatures which worship him. Watch!ā€

They drew back among the dense foliage some yards away and waited in tense silence. To the east drums muttered and somewhere to north and west other drums answered. Balthus shivered, though he knew long miles of black forest separated him from the grim beaters of those drums whose dull pulsing was a sinister overture that set the dark stage for bloody drama.

Balthus found himself holding his breath. Then with a slight shaking of the leaves, the bushes parted and a magnificent panther came into view. The moonlight dappling through the leaves shone on its glossy coat rippling with the play of the great muscles beneath it.

With its head held low it glided toward them. It was smelling out their trail. Then it halted as if frozen, its muzzle almost touching the symbol cut in the mold. For a long space it crouched motionless; it flattened its long body and laid its head on the ground before the mark. And Balthus felt the short hairs stir on his scalp. For the attitude of the great carnivore was one of awe and adoration.

Then the panther rose and backed away carefully, belly almost to the ground. With his hindquarters among the bushes he wheeled as if in sudden panic and was gone like a flash of dappled light.

Balthus mopped his brow with a trembling hand and glanced at Conan.

The barbarianā€™s eyes were smoldering with fires that never lit the eyes of men bred to the ideas of civilization. In that instant he was all wild, and had forgotten the man at his side. In his burning gaze Balthus glimpsed and vaguely recognized pristine images and half-embodied memories, shadows from Lifeā€™s dawn, forgotten and repudiated by sophisticated racesā ā€”ancient, primeval fantasms unnamed and nameless.

Then the deeper fires were masked and Conan was silently leading the way deeper into the forest.

ā€œWeā€™ve no more to fear from the beasts,ā€ he said after a while, ā€œbut weā€™ve left a sign for men to read. They wonā€™t follow our trail very easily, and until they find that symbol they wonā€™t know for sure weā€™ve turned south. Even then it wonā€™t be easy to smell us out without the beasts to aid them. But the woods south of the trail will be full of warriors looking for us. If we keep moving after daylight, weā€™ll be sure to run into some of them. As soon as we find a good place weā€™ll hide and wait until another night to swing back and make the river. Weā€™ve got to warn Valannus, but it wonā€™t help him any if we get ourselves killed.ā€

ā€œWarn Valannus?ā€

ā€œHell, the woods along the river are swarming with Picts! Thatā€™s why they got us. Zogarā€™s brewing war-magic; no mere raid this time. Heā€™s done something no Pict has done in my memoryā ā€”united as many as fifteen or sixteen clans. His magic did it; theyā€™ll follow a wizard farther than they will a war-chief. You saw the mob in the village; and there were hundreds hiding along the river bank that you didnā€™t see. More coming, from the farther villages. Heā€™ll have at least three thousand fighting-men. I lay in the bushes and heard their talk as they went past. They mean to attack the fort; when, I donā€™t know, but Zogar doesnā€™t dare delay long. Heā€™s gathered them and whipped them into a frenzy. If he doesnā€™t lead them into battle quickly, theyā€™ll fall to quarreling with one another. Theyā€™re like blood-mad tigers.

ā€œI donā€™t know whether they can take the fort or not. Anyway, weā€™ve got to get back across the river and give the warning. The settlers on the Velitrium road must either get into the fort or back to Velitrium. While the Picts are besieging the fort, war-parties will range the road far to the eastā ā€”might even cross Thunder River and raid the thickly settled country behind Velitrium.ā€

As he talked he was leading the way deeper and deeper into the ancient wilderness. Presently he grunted with satisfaction. They had reached a spot where the underbrush was more scattered, and an outcropping of stone was visible,

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