"I could go back and drag him along," Riddle offered doubtfully. I winced to think of that, and Chade shook his head mutely.
It might come to that, I observed privately to them. I observed privately to them. I can"t do it, because his Skill can knock me to my knees. But someone unSkilled and insensitive to Thick"s power might be able to force him physically. Look at the times when other servants mistreated him, taking his coins. Of course, we"d have to deal with his anger about that in the days to come, but at least he would be with us. I can"t do it, because his Skill can knock me to my knees. But someone unSkilled and insensitive to Thick"s power might be able to force him physically. Look at the times when other servants mistreated him, taking his coins. Of course, we"d have to deal with his anger about that in the days to come, but at least he would be with us.
Let"s wait and see, the Prince replied grimly. the Prince replied grimly.
As we neared the docks, people grew more numerous, until we realized a crowd had gathered to watch our departure. The Tusker Tusker had been loaded since yesterday, and awaited only our boarding and the morning turn of tide to depart. There was a strange mood amongst the Outislanders. It was as if they had turned out to watch a compet.i.tion of champions, and we were not the favored ones. No one hurled rotten vegetables or insults, but the knowing silence was almost as hard a pelting. Closer to the ship, our own n.o.bles had gathered to wish us farewell and good luck. They cl.u.s.tered about the Prince, wishing him well, and as I waited obediently behind him, it struck me how little they realized of his quest and what it might mean. There was good-natured joking with him, and hearty wishes for good fortune, but none of his n.o.bles looked particularly worried for him. had been loaded since yesterday, and awaited only our boarding and the morning turn of tide to depart. There was a strange mood amongst the Outislanders. It was as if they had turned out to watch a compet.i.tion of champions, and we were not the favored ones. No one hurled rotten vegetables or insults, but the knowing silence was almost as hard a pelting. Closer to the ship, our own n.o.bles had gathered to wish us farewell and good luck. They cl.u.s.tered about the Prince, wishing him well, and as I waited obediently behind him, it struck me how little they realized of his quest and what it might mean. There was good-natured joking with him, and hearty wishes for good fortune, but none of his n.o.bles looked particularly worried for him.
As we boarded, with still no sign of Thick, my heart sank and my belly knotted with fear. We could not leave him here alone, no matter how annoyed Dutiful might be with him. There was not just the fear of what he might do in our absence, but my worry over what might be done to him, stripped of the Prince"s protection. Would the Six Duchies n.o.bles care much what became of a half-wit lackey in Dutiful"s absence? I leaned on the railing, and stared over the head of the crowd milling on the docks, up to the stronghouse. Web came to lean beside me. "Well. Looking forward to the voyage?"
I smiled bitterly. "The only voyage I"m looking forward to is the one that takes us home."
"I haven"t seen Thick come aboard yet."
"I know. We"re still waiting for him. He was reluctant to get on another boat, but we"re hoping he"ll come on his own."
Web nodded slowly and sagely to that, and then wandered off. I stood, fretting and chewing the side of my thumb.
Thick? Are you coming? The ship will leave soon.
Leave me alone, Dogstink!
He flung the name with intense anger, so that I almost smelled the image he hurled at me. On the edges of his fury, I could feel his fear and hurt that we would so abandon him. Our departure had agitated and worried him, but I still suspected his stubbornness would win out.
Time and tide wait for no man, Thick. Decide soon. Because when the waters are right, the ship has to leave. And after that, even if you let us know you"ve changed your mind and want to come, it will be too late. We won"t be able to come back for you.
Don"t care. And with that, he slammed his walls so tight that it felt like a physical slap. I was left feeling that I"d made the situation worse.
Too soon, I saw the final preparations for our departure begin. A late arrival of cargo from the Maiden"s Chance Maiden"s Chance came on board. There were a number of small casks, and I smiled, wondering if Chade had recalled a stash of brandy on the other ship. Weaponry and tools came aboard as well, as we filled up the odd corners of the hold with anything Chade thought might be helpful. But finally, it was time to depart. Well-wishers who had followed the Prince on board were leaving. The Hetgurd representatives arrived with their gear. All the last-minute cargo was stowed out of the way and the small boats that would tow us out of the harbor and into open water were manned and waiting. Web came to stand anxiously beside me at the railing. came on board. There were a number of small casks, and I smiled, wondering if Chade had recalled a stash of brandy on the other ship. Weaponry and tools came aboard as well, as we filled up the odd corners of the hold with anything Chade thought might be helpful. But finally, it was time to depart. Well-wishers who had followed the Prince on board were leaving. The Hetgurd representatives arrived with their gear. All the last-minute cargo was stowed out of the way and the small boats that would tow us out of the harbor and into open water were manned and waiting. Web came to stand anxiously beside me at the railing.
"I don"t think he"s coming," I said quietly. I felt ill. "I"ll go and speak to the Prince. We"ll have to send someone after him."
"I already have," Web replied grimly.
"You did? What did Prince Dutiful say?" I hadn"t seen any of our guardsmen depart from the ship.
"Oh. No, not spoken to him," Web replied distractedly. "I sent someone. Swift." More to himself, he muttered, "I hope this isn"t an unfair test. I think he can do it. But perhaps I should have gone myself."
"Swift?" Mentally I measured the growing lad against Thick, and shook my head. "He"ll never be able to do it. Thick is awkward, but he"s surprisingly strong when he"s roused. He might do the boy harm. I"d best go after them."
Web seized me by the arm. "No! Don"t go! Look. He"s done it. They"re coming now!"
The relief in his voice was as if Swift had conquered some monumental task. Perhaps, in all justice, he had. I watched them come, the short man trudging along by the slight boy. Swift carried Thick"s pack and held his hand protectively. That shocked me, but even at this distance, the boy"s att.i.tude was visible. His head was up and wary, and he met the eyes of every man they pa.s.sed, as if challenging him to mock the half-wit or delay their progress. It was as great a display of courage as I"d ever seen, and my evaluation of the boy soared. It would have taxed my will to lead Thick by the hand through that throng, yet on they came. As they got closer and I could see the expression on Thick"s face, I realized that more was at work here than simply sending a boy to bid him come.
"What is it?" I asked Web in a low voice.
"It"s the Old Blood. As well you know." He spoke softly, not turning to look at me. "It works best Wit to Wit as you would say. But even on those who have no Wit, one can exert a drawing closer. I"ve had Swift practicing. Today was a sterner test than I wished to set him. But he"s done well."
"Yes. I can see that he has." There was a look of trust on Thick"s face as the boy led him toward the boarding plank. He hesitated there, halting. Then Swift spoke softly to him and, still holding the little man"s hand, led him up the gangway. I debated before next I spoke, but curiosity dragged the words from me. "I know how to push someone away from me with the Wit. I think I"ve always known how to do that. But how do you draw someone closer with it?"
"Ah. Well. The pushing-away might come by instinct. Usually the drawing-close does, too. I would have thought you knew it; now I understand why you"ve never used it with Thick." He c.o.c.ked his head and looked at me appraisingly. "Sometimes, the things you don"t know baffle me. As if you"d forgotten or somehow lost some part of yourself." I think he saw the uneasiness that his words woke in me, for he suddenly changed his tone and spoke in generality. "I think all creatures use that drawing force, to some extent, with their young or when they wish to attract a mate. Perhaps you"ve used it without realizing it. But, you see, that is why a man given this magic should make an effort to learn about it. To be aware of how he"s using it." He let a silence fall, then added, "I"ll offer again to teach you what you need to know."
"I have to go and see to Thick and get him settled." I turned hastily to go.
"Yes. I know that you do. You"ve many tasks and duties, and I won"t claim to know all that you do for our prince. I"m sure that at any moment of the day, you can find some reason to be too busy for this. But a man makes time for what is important in his life. So. I"ll be hoping that you"ll come to me. This is the last time I"ll make the offer. Now it"s up to you to accept it."
And before I could hurry away, he turned and quietly left me there. Overhead, Risk lifted off from our mast with a lonely cry that rode down the wind. Lines were tossed, the planks were pulled in, and in the little boats men leaned to their oars to pull us away from the docks and out to where the wind could catch us. I promised myself that I"d find the time, today, to speak to Web about privately learning about my magic. I hoped I didn"t lie.
But nothing is ever simple. With the Narcheska, her father Arkon Bloodblade, and her uncle Peottre on board, most of Dutiful"s and Chade"s social time was taken up with one or another of them. I had little private conversation with either of them. Instead, as before, I was confined to Thick"s companionship. As he was miserable, he saw no reason why I shouldn"t be also. The minor bruises and sc.r.a.pes he had given me on the previous voyage were renewed, and there was little I could do about it. Putting up walls against his subtle Skill-influence would have reduced my awareness of Chade and Dutiful. So I endured.
To make it worse, the water we crossed was nasty. We battled currents and tides that always seemed to oppose us. For two days of our journey, our ship rocked badly and Thick was genuinely seasick, as were c.o.c.kle, Swift, and Civil. The rest of us ate little and moved from one handhold to another. I glimpsed a very pale Narcheska taking a walk on the deck on Peottre"s arm. Neither of them looked as if they were enjoying themselves. The slow days crawled by.
I did not find an opportunity to discuss the Wit with Web. From time to time, I would recall my intention, but it always seemed to come to me at a moment when a dozen other things wanted my attention. I tried to pretend it was circ.u.mstance that kept me from approaching him. In reality, I could not name what held me back.
Our destination finally appeared on the horizon. Even from a distance, Aslevjal looked a dismal place. It is among the northernmost of the Out Islands, a toothy isle of grim visage. Summer never really triumphs there. The milder days of summer"s brief visit are not sufficient to melt the snow of the previous winter on its mountains. Most of the island is locked under the glacier that squats within the p.r.o.nged hold of its peaks. Some say it is actually two islands, bridged by the ice of the glacier, but I do not know the basis for that belief. Low tide bares black sand beaches around it like a dreary skirt. A barren and stony stretch of beach and a bit of cliff are permanently exposed at one end of it. In other places, rocky stretches thrust up through the glacier"s pale coat. I could not tell if the cloudiness around the island was the ice smoking in the sunlight or snow blown by the continuous north wind we were encountering.
Our approach was slow as both wind and water seemed to oppose us. We tacked painfully toward the island. I was at the railing when Dutiful and the Narcheska, accompanied by Chade and Peottre, came out to look at the island. Dutiful scowled at it. "It does not look like a place where any creature would willingly reside, let alone something the size of a dragon. Why would a dragon be there?"
The Narcheska shook her head and spoke softly. "I do not know. I only know that our legends say that he is there. So, thither we must go." She pulled her wool cloak more closely around her. The wind seemed to carry the island"s icy bite to us.
In the afternoon, we rounded a headland and turned back toward Aslevjal"s sole bay. Our spies" reports had told us it was a deserted place, with the remnants of a dock and a few stone structures tumbling into disrepair. Yet I glimpsed a patch of bright color on the exposed cliff above the beach. Even as I stared at it, trying to resolve what it was, a figure emerged from it. I decided it was a tent or some sort of shelter. A man came to stand on the tip of the cliff. His black-and-white hooded cloak struggled and flapped around him. He lifted no hand in greeting, but only stood there and awaited us.
"Who is that?" Chade demanded of Peottre when the lookout"s cries to the captain had brought them back onto the deck.
"I do not know," the man replied. Dread was heavy in his voice.
"Perhaps it is the legendary Black Man of the island," Bloodblade suggested. He leaned forward avidly, studying the solitary figure on the bluffs. "I"ve always wondered if the tales were true."
"I don"t want to find out," the Narcheska commented quietly. Her eyes were huge. As we drew closer to the bay, the railing became crowded as we all stared toward our destination and the solitary ominous figure that awaited us there. It was only when we dropped anchor in the bay and our small boats prepared to ferry us and our supplies to sh.o.r.e that he moved. He came down to the beach, and stood at the high-tide line. Even before he threw back his hood, something in my heart turned over. I felt sick with dread.
The Fool awaited me.
chapter 13.
ASLEVJAL.
"Forging" was perhaps the most effective weapon that the Outislanders turned against us during the Red Ship War. The technique for "Forging" is still unknown to us, but the dreadful results are all too familiar to many. The name comes from the village of Forge, an iron-mining town that first suffered this horrendous attack. Red Ship raiders attacked in the night, killing or taking hostage most of the population. A "ransom note" to Buckkeep Castle demanded gold, under the threat of releasing the hostages. This made no sense to then King Shrewd, who declined to pay. The Red Ship raiders lived up to their threat, releasing their apparently unharmed hostages and sailing off into the night.But it swiftly became apparent that, by some arcane magic, the villagers were no longer themselves. Although they knew who they were and what families they belonged to, they no longer seemed to care. Morality and ethics had been stolen from them. They thought only of satisfying their own immediate wants, and did not hesitate to steal, murder, and rape to do so. Some were "captured" by their families and vain efforts were made to restore them to themselves. None ever recovered.Forging was a tactic used repeatedly during the war. It had the effect of leaving a resident, hostile army on our soil, made up of our own loved ones, at no emotional or financial cost to Kebal Rawbread and his raiders. Killing the Forged ones was a demoralizing and dehumanizing task that fell to our own folk. The scars remain to this day. The town of Forge has never been rebuilt.- FEDWREN FEDWREN"S " "HISTORY OF THE RED SHIP WAR"
I was in the first small boat that touched the sh.o.r.e of Aslevjal, along with the other guardsmen. Moments later, the boat carrying Chade and Dutiful, the Narcheska, Peottre, and Arkon Bloodblade nosed into the sand. We stepped into the shallow water to seize the boat"s gunwales, and on the next rising wave, we ran it up onto the sh.o.r.e so that its pa.s.sengers could step out onto dry sand. The whole time, I was aware of the Fool standing on the lip of the land that overlooked the beach, watching us. He was still, but the cold wind seemed to speak for him. It whipped his cloak and long golden hair with a snapping, muttering sound. He had abandoned the face powder that had lightened his skin, as well as the Jamaillian cosmetic touches that had branded him a foreigner. The rich brown of his skin over the sculpted bones of his face and his tawny mane made him a creature out of a tale. The stark black-and-white of his garb erased every trace of indolent Lord Golden. I wondered if anyone besides Chade and myself had identified him yet. I tried to exchange a look with him, but he stared through me. He spoke only when the Prince stepped out of the boat onto the sh.o.r.e. He swept him a bow.
"I"ve hot tea waiting for you," he called down. His voice carried through the ceaseless hushing of the wind. That was all he said. Then he made a gesture toward his tent and turned his steps that way.
"Do you know him? Who is that?" Arkon Bloodblade demanded. His hand rested lightly on the hilt of his sword.
"I"ve known him for a long time," Chade replied heavily. "But how he came to be here, or why, I"ve no idea."
The Prince was trying not to gape after him. He sent me a glance but I looked hastily at the ground.
Was that Lord Golden? It was a genuine question from Dutiful. The change in the man"s appearance was enough that he was uncertain. It was a genuine question from Dutiful. The change in the man"s appearance was enough that he was uncertain.
No. Nor is it the Fool. But they are facets of whoever that is.
Stop being dramatic. This last from Chade, grumbled in annoyance to both of us. Aloud, he said, "He is no threat to us. I will deal with him. Guardsmen, remain here and a.s.sist with the unloading of the cargo. I want it all carried up above the tideline, and well secured against damp."
So neatly Chade banished me. He"d keep me separated from the Fool until he discovered what was going on. I thought of ignoring the order and following him up to the Fool"s tent. Then Riddle gave me a nudge. "Looks like you"d better be ready to help them."
Thick was coming ash.o.r.e in the boat with the Wit coterie. He had a white-knuckled grip on the side of the boat and his eyes were clenched tightly shut. Web had a hand lightly on his shoulder, but Thick was hunched against his touch. I sighed and went to take charge of him. Another small boat was putting out from the ship, bearing the warriors of the Hetgurd.
Evening was falling before all the cargo was removed from the ship and canvas securely roped over it. I"d had a quick look at the small casks that Chade had loaded at the last minute. They were not brandy. One was leaking a powdery substance. With both dread and antic.i.p.ation, I recognized Chade"s experimental powder for creating explosions. Was this why he had not more strenuously objected when the Hetgurd had deprived us of our manpower? How did he intend to use this stuff?
I pondered that as our temporary home took shape. Longwick was a good commander. He kept our small force, Wit coterie and guardsmen alike, in steady motion. He chose a location on the highest clear ground the hill offered us, with a clear view of the surrounding area. Our tents were set up in tidy rows, a waste pit was dug, and the beach scoured for driftwood. Water was fetched from an icy stream of snowmelt that flowed from the glacier and past our camp. Hest, the youngest guard at about twenty, was put on general watch and Drub, a grizzled warrior muscled like a bear, was given the cooking duties. Deft and Churry were told to sleep now to relieve Hest later. Riddle was a.s.signed to be at the Prince"s convenience, shadowing him wherever he went. And as I expected, I was a.s.signed to keep watch over the Prince"s man, Thick. The Wit coterie members, nominally under Longwick"s command now, were given lesser ch.o.r.es about the camp before he let them disperse to explore the beach. It was a strange experience for some of them, I am sure, especially for a young n.o.ble like Civil, but to his credit the lad did his work willingly and ceded Longwick the respect his position demanded. Several times I saw him cast a disapproving gaze toward the Fool"s colorful tent, but he kept his reservations to himself. Chade and the Prince had accepted the Fool"s hospitality, along with the Narcheska, Peottre Blackwater, and Arkon Bloodblade.
Thick chose to sit miserably hunched in the tent he would share with Web, Swift, and me. Not far away, our cook fire burned and Drub tended the simmering kettle that held our evening"s porridge. I had set a smaller pot at the edge of the fire to heat water for tea. I foresaw that soon fuel would be a problem on this treeless island. I paced restlessly outside the tent, waiting for the kettle to boil, feeling like a tethered dog while the others roamed.
The Hetgurd warriors had set up their shelters in a separate row from ours, and brought ash.o.r.e their own supplies. Each man had pitched his own small tent. I spied on them surrept.i.tiously. These were not young warriors, but seasoned veterans. I did not know their names. I had been told that for this duty, their own names did not matter, but only their clan membership, and that was proclaimed in their tattoos. The Bear, hulking and dark as his namesake, seemed to be their leader. The Owl was a thinner, older man: their poet and bard. A Raven was as dark haired as his bird mentor, and as bright eyed. The Seal was a short, heavyset man who was missing two fingers from his left hand. There was a Fox who was the youngest of the group. He seemed petulant and unhappy at being on Aslevjal. The Eagle was a tall, rangy man of middle years. He was their watchman tonight, standing and keeping guard while the others sat cross-legged about their fire, eating and talking quietly. He caught me staring at him and returned my gaze expressionlessly.
I sensed no animosity from any of them. They had a duty to see that we adhered to the rules the Hetgurd had set for us, yet they did not seem opposed to our task. Rather they were like men awaiting some contest of champions. On the ship, they had mingled freely with us, and their poet had struck up an amusingly compet.i.tive friendship with c.o.c.kle. Now that we were ash.o.r.e, they might set stiffer boundaries, but I doubted those would last more than a night or two. There were too few of us, and the landscape was too bleak.
Two slightly grander tents had been set up alongside the Fool"s colorful one. The Narcheska and Peottre would share one, and Chade and the Prince had the other. I had seen little of any of them since we landed. The Fool had welcomed them to his tent, but I did not know what had pa.s.sed there. Not so much as a Skill-hint had Chade or the Prince sent me. I"d helped to set up the larger tents beside the Fool"s, but the low murmur of conversation from inside that structure had been as tantalizing and insubstantial as the wafting scent of spice tea.
Now, as evening a.s.serted a slow dominance over the land, the Fool and Dutiful"s Wit coterie were all on board the ship, enjoying the farewell meal with Arkon Bloodblade. Neither he nor his Boar warriors would be staying with us. I wished I knew the logic of that. Was he disa.s.sociating the Boar Clan from a foolish Narwhal endeavor, or was it simply a matter of granting Peottre command of the quest? I scowled and kicked at the cold soil. There was too much I didn"t know. I wanted to scout the area at least but Thick had steadfastly refused to reboard the boat, even when tempted with a sumptuous meal, remaining on the island to share our plain rations and useless sentry duty. Scuffing footsteps on the near-frozen earth turned my head. Riddle gave us a wide wave and a big smile as he approached.
"Exciting place, this. If you like snow, gra.s.s, and sand." He crouched down by the fire and held his hands out to it.
"I thought you"d gone back to the ship for the night, with the Prince."
"No. He dismissed me, saying he"d have no need of me there. And I was just as happy to stay. Standing about watching others eat is not my idea of entertainment. What occupies you this evening?"
"The usual. Keeping Thick company. I"m making him tea right now."
Riddle spoke quietly. "If you"d like, I can stay here and make his tea when the water boils. Might give you a chance to stretch your legs and explore a bit."
I received the offer with grat.i.tude. Turning to our tent, I asked, "Would you mind if I took a short walk, Thick? Riddle will make the tea for you."
The little man pulled a blanket closer around his shoulders. "Don"t care," he replied sullenly. He was hoa.r.s.e from coughing.
"Well, then. If you"re sure you don"t want to come? If you got up and moved around a bit, you"d soon feel warmer. Truly, it isn"t that cold here, Thick."
"Nnph." He turned his face away from me. Riddle nodded commiseration to me and, with a toss of his head, bade me leave.
As I walked away, I heard him say, "Come on, Thick, buck up. Play us a tune on your whistle. That"ll keep the dark at bay."
To my surprise, Thick took his suggestion. As I walked slowly away, I heard the tentative sounds of Thick"s Mothersong. I literally felt Thick"s attention focus on it, and felt an easing in the Skilled hostility he had been sending me. It was like putting down a heavy pack. Even though the tune was frequently broken as Thick stopped to catch his breath, I hoped that his interest in playing indicated he was recovering. I wished I could likewise soften the discomfort I felt hovering between the Fool and me. Not a word had we spoken, nor even stood within a speaking distance, and yet I felt his outrage like a cold wind on my skin. I wished he had stayed ash.o.r.e tonight in his tent; it would have been a good time for quiet words with him. But he had been invited to share the farewell meal aboard the ship. I wondered who had issued the invitation: the Prince, because he was intrigued, or Chade because he wished to keep the tawny man where he could watch him.
I walked the beach in the deepening twilight, and found it much as Chade"s spy had reported it. The tide was retreating, baring more of the beach. Barnacle-encrusted pilings leaned at odd angles in a double row projecting from the swallowing water, hinting at a one-time dock. At some time, there had been stone cottages along the sh.o.r.e, but they had been tumbled into ruin. Knee-high walls remained, in a row like tooth sockets in an empty skull. The rest of the stone walls were scattered both inside and around the structures. I frowned. The destruction was too complete. Had this little settlement been raided by someone intent on not just killing the inhabitants but on making it uninhabitable? It was as if someone had tried to obliterate it.
I climbed the low bluff above the shingle of the beach. A rocky meadow of tufty gra.s.ses greeted me, shadows creeping up from the roots as the color left the day. There were no trees, only tough and twisted bushes scattered through it. It might be summer, but the glacier crouching above us breathed winter year-round. I waded through the ungrazed gra.s.ses, the seed heads whispering against my leggings. Then, without warning, I came to the edge of a quarry. Had it been any darker, I would probably have tumbled right into it and taken a bad fall. I stood on the edge and looked down. A few feet down, the sod sides gave way to black stone walls, thinly veined with silver. A shiver ran over me. Memory stone had been mined here, just as it had in the immense quarry in the mountains where Verity"s dragon had been carved from the stuff. The water that had collected in the bottom of the quarry was a second, starless night sky below me. Two large stones, the clean angles of their lines proclaiming the handiwork of men, were bare islands jutting from the water.
I backed slowly away from the edge and walked back to the camp. I wanted to speak to Chade and the Prince, but felt a greater urge to discuss this with the Fool. Standing at the edge of the bluff, I looked out over the bay at the Tusker Tusker rocking gently at anchor, the landing boats cl.u.s.tered around her. Tomorrow, she would depart, taking Arkon Bloodblade back to Zylig. The rest of us would remain here and begin our search for the dragon frozen beneath the glacier. The waves lapping methodically at the beach should have been soothing. Instead, the sea seemed relentless, intent on slowly devouring the land. I had never felt that way about it before. rocking gently at anchor, the landing boats cl.u.s.tered around her. Tomorrow, she would depart, taking Arkon Bloodblade back to Zylig. The rest of us would remain here and begin our search for the dragon frozen beneath the glacier. The waves lapping methodically at the beach should have been soothing. Instead, the sea seemed relentless, intent on slowly devouring the land. I had never felt that way about it before.
A large animal breached briefly near the sh.o.r.e. I froze, trying to make out what it was. It vanished beneath the next wave, and was again bared as the wave retreated. In the moments it was exposed, it was perfectly motionless. I squinted at it, but it was a black shape against black water, and I could make out nothing save that it was as large as a small whale. I scowled at the idea of a creature that large in shallow water. It should not be this close to sh.o.r.e, unless it was dead and washed up by the tide. My Wit-sense told me that a low level of life still lurked in it, in a fuzzy, unfocused way. Yet I did not sense the defeat or resignation of a dying creature.
I stood on the beach, and watched as the falling waves gradually revealed not only the amorphous shape of a large animal, but several large black blocks of stone, gleaming wet in the moonlight. I forgot all else as the waves slowly lost their grasp on the sh.o.r.e and fell back. The creature that was gradually exposed was familiar in an eerie way. Once one has seen a supine dragon, one never forgets it. My heart began to beat faster. Could this be the answer to our riddle?
I think I"ve found your dragon, Dutiful. Make an excuse to come on deck and look toward the sh.o.r.e. It"s being exposed as the tide retreats. There"s a stone dragon here, in the tide zone.
My Skilling had not been confined to Dutiful. It reached Chade, as well. In a short time, Dutiful and the rest of the dinner gathering came out onto the deck. They stared toward sh.o.r.e, but I doubted they could see the creature as clearly as I did, for the lantern light on the ship now silhouetted it for me. And in that extra light, and with the retreat of the waves, I saw my error. What had appeared to be a dragon were actually several huge blocks of stone, set close together but not quite touching one another. I saw his head on his front paws, his neck and shoulders, three segments of back and hind legs, and then a number of dwindling sections of tail. Fused together, they would have formed a dragon. Exposed on the wet sand, they reminded me of a child"s puzzle blocks.
Is this our dragon? Did she want the stone head taken back to her home hearth? I asked. I asked.
Linked to Dutiful, I saw him point and ask a similar question of Peottre. But it was Arkon Bloodblade who laughed and shook his head. My link with Dutiful conveyed Bloodblade"s answer as clearly as if I stood on the deck beside them. "No, no, what you see there was one of the Pale Woman"s follies. She had her slaves quarrying stone here. She insisted that only the black stone from this island could be ballast for her white ships. It looks as if some slaves were put to carving it, too. For what, we"ll probably never-"
"It"s late." Peottre"s voice cut in abruptly. "And you sail with the morning tide, brother. Let us have one more good night of sleep on board, in beds, before we face the hardship of the island tomorrow. I recommend an early bed for you, too, Prince Dutiful. Tomorrow we must start early on the trail to where the true dragon is said to await us. It will be an arduous trip. Rest is wisest for all of us."
"A wise suggestion from a wise head. I"ll wish you good luck and good night, then." Arkon acceded quickly to Peottre"s suggestion.
Well. That was neatly turned, Chade observed as the men dispersed from the deck. Chade observed as the men dispersed from the deck. Arkon must have realized he was telling tales that Peottre didn"t wish shared. See what else you can discover there, Fitz. Arkon must have realized he was telling tales that Peottre didn"t wish shared. See what else you can discover there, Fitz.
How did the Fool react to that tale? I demanded of him. I demanded of him.
I really didn"t notice. Chade"s reply was brusque. Chade"s reply was brusque.
How did the Fool get here? Why is he here? Why are you keeping him where I can"t talk to him? I could no longer suppress the question, nor completely conceal my annoyance that they had not yet shared the answers with me. I could no longer suppress the question, nor completely conceal my annoyance that they had not yet shared the answers with me.
Oh, don"t sulk. Chade dismissed my irritation. Chade dismissed my irritation. He"s told us little enough. You know how he is. Let it ride until tomorrow, Fitz, when we"re all on sh.o.r.e together and you can quiz him as much as you wish. Doubtless he"ll be more open with you than he is with us. As to why I"ve kept him close to us, it"s more to keep him away from the Hetgurd warriors than from you. He"s already revealed that he will do all he can to persuade us not to slay the dragon. And he"s been sufficiently puzzling, charming, and mysterious to intrigue Peottre and Bloodblade, but I think the Narcheska still fears him. She does not meet his eyes. He"s told us little enough. You know how he is. Let it ride until tomorrow, Fitz, when we"re all on sh.o.r.e together and you can quiz him as much as you wish. Doubtless he"ll be more open with you than he is with us. As to why I"ve kept him close to us, it"s more to keep him away from the Hetgurd warriors than from you. He"s already revealed that he will do all he can to persuade us not to slay the dragon. And he"s been sufficiently puzzling, charming, and mysterious to intrigue Peottre and Bloodblade, but I think the Narcheska still fears him. She does not meet his eyes.
The Prince broke in on Chade"s thoughts. Initially the Hetgurd men thought he was some kind of a cheat on our part, a secret ally we"d smuggled in. When we pointed out that we had no way of knowing the terms that the Hetgurd would set for us, they admitted that didn"t seem likely. Initially the Hetgurd men thought he was some kind of a cheat on our part, a secret ally we"d smuggled in. When we pointed out that we had no way of knowing the terms that the Hetgurd would set for us, they admitted that didn"t seem likely.
How did the Narcheska and Peottre react to his claim that he would help the dragon? I demanded of them both. I demanded of them both.
Chade"s thoughts seemed well considered. They reacted strangely. I expected that Peottre and the Narcheska would resent him, but Peottre seems relieved, almost glad to see him here. As for me, I am grateful he said no more than he did. And I"m asking you to keep any discussions you have with him out of earshot of Peottre or the Narcheska. If they discover how long you have been friends, they may well think that you are opposed to our quest as well. They reacted strangely. I expected that Peottre and the Narcheska would resent him, but Peottre seems relieved, almost glad to see him here. As for me, I am grateful he said no more than he did. And I"m asking you to keep any discussions you have with him out of earshot of Peottre or the Narcheska. If they discover how long you have been friends, they may well think that you are opposed to our quest as well.
There was a warning for me in Chade"s thought, a slight testing of my loyalty. I ignored it. I"ll wait and talk to him privately, I"ll wait and talk to him privately, I told Chade. I told Chade.
Yes. You will. His words fell between confirmation and command. His words fell between confirmation and command.
The folk on the ship were already dispersing toward their beds. I glanced back at our camp. It looked as if almost everyone had already gone to bed. The fire had burned low. I hadn"t even eaten my share of the evening rations. Hot porridge would probably seem a treat before this quest was over, but for now it did not entice me.
The sea had retreated enough now that I could walk around the entire dragon without getting more than ankle-wet. I knew I"d regret my soggy shoes in the morning, but if there was something to discover about this stone creature, now was my best opportunity. No Skill coterie had carved this being, but the minions of the Pale Woman. I thought I knew why. I had long suspected that Regal and Skillmaster Galen had sold off portions of the Skill library. Had Kebal Rawbread, the war leader of the Outislanders during the Red Ship War, come to possess them? Had he and his ally, the Pale Woman, attempted to create dragons of their own to battle our Six Duchies? I was almost certain it was so.
I came close to the gleaming wet stone, noticing that neither seaweed nor barnacles clung to it. It was as clean and black as the day it had been shaped. Gingerly, I set a hand to it. It was cold, wet, and hard, and it hummed with Wit under my touch. Just as the drowsing stone dragons had. And yet it was different. I could not decide how until I touched the adjacent block. It too harbored that hidden seething of life. And yet the two were different things. Cautiously, fearing some arcane trap, I ventured toward them with my Skill. There was nothing there. I ran my hand along the wet surface where neither seaweed nor barnacle clung. And then there was suddenly something, a confusion of voices lifted in agitation, and then nothing again.
I turned my head slowly, and then realized how foolish that was. The Skill-furor I had sensed was not a conversation m.u.f.fled by distance or a barrier. As gingerly as if I caressed a hot coal, I slid my fingertips over the wet stone before me. Again, I received a confused impression of many voices, all speaking at once, at a great distance from me. I wiped my hand reflexively down the front of my shirt and stepped away. Uneasily, I examined the thought that had come to me.