"Do you think that rain-fairy is going to scare us? By the Pits, I"ll see those gulls glut on your entrails before I let you touch my ship!"
He stormed down the ladder and into the wheelhouse. A moment later he emerged with an immense harpoon. Raising the weapon to his shoulder, he closed one eye and rushed the rail with the force of a buffalo. The harpoon sailed straight through the water-weird and right for Druffle"s neck. The freebooter never saw it coming.
But at the last second, like a dark flame, a figure leaped up from beneath the cloth, knocking Druffle sideways. For an instant it looked as if the harpoon had pierced them both. Yet there it quivered in the boat"s hull, and neither man had been slain.
"It"s the soap man!" blurted Uskins.
Looking steadily up at the Chathrand Chathrand, Arunis slowly pulled his old scarf from about his neck. A small red spot stained the white cloth. He bent and wiped it on the canvas, which still appeared to be covering something rather large, and wound it about his throat once more.
"You"re a good shot," he said. "But the day may come, Captain Rose, when you regret lifting your hand against me. Or even against my servant. Not that Mr. Druffle is particularly vital to my purposes. He was was, of course--when I needed divers, he was so important that I gave him the same power over others that I have over him. You enjoyed that, didn"t you, Druffle?"
Druffle gave a puppet"s nod.
"But that time is past. Drop a ladder, why don"t you, and let us board. We are thirsty."
"Never," said Rose.
"I shall board one way or another, you know."
Sergeant Drellarek lowered his sword to point down at the boat. "Hear me, mage or mystic, or whoever you are," he shouted. "We are on a mission consecrated by His Supremacy, Magad the Fifth. You have nothing to do with that mission, and may not interfere."
"Such discourtesy, Sergeant," said the sorcerer. "And here I stand ready to a.s.sist your cause to a degree you can scarce imagine."
"This ship is the grave of sorcerers," said Lady Oggosk suddenly. "All die who seek to use her for their wickedness. It will curse you too, Arunis. Go back!"
Arunis smiled. "The Great Ship curses those who are not great. It was built for the likes of us. But why should we argue? Our mission is the same: to return the s.h.a.ggat Ness to his worshippers on Gurishal. To urge him to war. To see the Mzithrin Kings hurled from their thrones and their power ended in this world. And I have done much for you already, Captain Rose. Each morning, as timid Mr. Ket, I wove the spell that bound the s.h.a.ggat to silence. I dare say you"ve missed that service since I left the Chathrand Chathrand. And who made sure Sandor Ott caught up with your favorite witch, Captain, and persuaded her to sail with you once more? For that matter, who told Ott where you you were hiding? You"d have missed out on the greatest command of your life without my help. I ask you again, Captain: will you let us board?" were hiding? You"d have missed out on the greatest command of your life without my help. I ask you again, Captain: will you let us board?"
"We will not let you." will not let you."
Hundreds of men jumped at the unfamiliar voice. There stood Hercol, with a strange animal perched on his shoulder. It was a mink, black as midnight, white teeth bared. On Hercol"s left stood Pazel, looking sick with worry; and on the man"s right Lady Thasha Isiq held a sword in a manner that suggested she knew how to use it. Beside her stood her enormous dogs, Jorl and Suzyt, their eyes fixed on Arunis and low growls rumbling in their throats.
But it was the mink who was speaking. "We will not let you," it said again, "for yours is a mission of death. And your wisdom fades, Arunis, if you doubt the curse in store for you aboard the Great Ship."
For the first time, and merely for an instant, Arunis looked uncertain. Then he spread his arms and laughed.
"Ramachni Fremken! Rat-wizard of the Sunken Kingdom! Have you come all this way to fight me? Go back to your world, little trickster, and be spared! Alifros is mine!"
Ramachni answered with a soft, single word: "Hegnos." "Hegnos."
And Druffle was transformed. He leaped to his feet and drew a cavernous breath, like a man pulled from the depths of the sea. Then his eyes found Arunis and swelled with hate. His hand flashed to his cutla.s.s.
And there it stayed. Arunis raised his own hand and Druffle froze, rigid as ice, the blade half drawn from its sheath.
"Yes," said Ramachni, "I have freed his mind from your charms. And Mr. Druffle has nursed his hatred of you through months of magical slavery. He will plunge that blade into your heart the moment you tire of that holding spell."
Arunis shrugged. "Why should I tire?" And with one hand he pushed Druffle overboard.
In the unnatural stillness Druffle fell like a log. But he did not float like one, although by strange good fortune his face was the last part of him submerged. Men shouted: "Save him! Dive, somebody!" But not a sailor moved.
Hercol thrust Ramachni into Thasha"s hands and leaped to the rail. But someone beat him to the jump. Neeps was over the side, dropping first onto a cannon jutting from its gunport, then dangling from its stock. He was still over forty feet above the tabletop-flat sea when he let go. Pazel thought he had never looked so small.
He struck the water some twenty feet from Druffle, vanished for a terrible moment, then surfaced again, swimming toward the motionless smuggler. Pazel gasped with relief. Soon Neeps" arm was around Druffle"s neck. Fiffengurt tossed a life preserver, and put four men on the line to haul them aboard.
Arunis did not waste a glance on Neeps or Druffle. He pulled at one oar, turning the lifeboat in a circle until the stern with the Volpek war-shield faced the Chathrand Chathrand. Then he leaned over the black cloth, and with a sharp tug pulled it aside. The men of the Chathrand Chathrand gasped. Not a few turned away in revulsion. gasped. Not a few turned away in revulsion.
The boat was half full of body parts. Feet, fingers, whole hands. Gore-covered ribs, bloated heads. The gulls screamed: clearly this was what had drawn them, and created the terrible stench.
"Those are Volpek faces," whispered Thasha.
The dead flesh lay piled on a second cloth, spread on the floor of the boat. Arunis bent low over the stinking ma.s.s, mumbling to himself. Then he drew up the four corners of the cloth and tied them together, like some hideous picnic bundle.
"Take them!" he shrieked.
The water-weird rose, spinning like a miniature cyclone, and lifted the ma.s.s. For a moment the weight appeared too much for the creature--it was only wind and rain, after all--but then it gathered itself and gave a mighty heave. The bundle spun upward along the Chathrand"s Chathrand"s flank. Men ducked; the bundle just cleared the rail, and with a last rush of speed burst horribly against the mainmast. flank. Men ducked; the bundle just cleared the rail, and with a last rush of speed burst horribly against the mainmast.
Sc.r.a.ps of dead men fell all about them. Pazel had never dreamed of a sight so foul. But what would it accomplish? The crew was disgusted, nothing more.
Ramachni knew, though. "Into the sea! Into the sea!" he cried. "Toss it all overboard, quickly, instantly!"
Leaping to the deck, he bit into a severed hand, and with a snap of his body flung it over the rail. Hercol joined in at once. Thasha and the tarboys, revolted as they were, did the same. But the sailors hesitated. Were they taking orders from a weasel now?
"Do as he says, f"Rin"s sake!" howled Fiffengurt, diving into the gory task. A few men followed his lead. But the Volpeks" remains were everywhere--snagged in the rigging, dangling from block and chain and cleat, kicked under tarps and equipment.
Sea-rotted flesh is ugly, but what came next was loathsome beyond words. The heads and limbs and digits began to grow, and melt, and squirm with life. Men dropped what they held, screaming. Body parts flopped about the deck like fish. Then all at once they were men. Not normal men, but full-sized Volpek corpses, bloodless and pale.
"Fleshancs!" cried Lady Oggosk. "He"s turned his own dead warriors into fleshancs! Ay Midrala Ay Midrala, we"re doomed!"
The first monster to gain its feet rose just in front of Mr. Swellows. The bosun did not even try to run. He looked truly petrified with fear, and the fleshanc reached out rather slowly and crushed his throat with one hand. In ghastly silence, white shapes tumbled one after another from Swellows" open shirt, to bounce like walnuts on the deck: ixchel skulls, slipping from his broken necklace.
When Swellows" lifeless body followed with a thump thump, four hundred sailors fled for their lives. How many fleshancs there were none could say--perhaps thirty, perhaps twice that number--but the fear they produced was overwhelming. Sailors leaped for hatches; one threw himself into the waves. Even Drellarek"s warriors looked terrified.
"Stand and fight!" bellowed Rose, hefting a boarding axe. But most of his officers had already fled, and more fleshancs had sprung to life in the rigging and were climbing down. Uskins ran to the back of the quarterdeck and crouched behind the flag locker, as if he hoped no one would notice him there. Fiffengurt stood his ground, but one swing of a Volpek fist sent him sprawling.
Then Hercol and Drellarek charged. The battle was joined in earnest, and the two warriors fought side by side, thrusting and hacking with all their might. A number of Drellarek"s men rallied at his call, and some of the fiercest sailors with them. But the fleshancs were incredibly strong. A blow from their hand was like the cuff of a bear, and their grip could shatter bone and iron.
Far below in the lifeboat, Arunis stood perfectly still.
Pazel and Admiral Isiq were hauling desperately at the lifeline; the men a.s.signed to it had let Neeps and Druffle plunge back into the sea. Chadfallow drew off the fleshancs nearest them, laying at the creatures with a heavy chain. Ramachni seemed to be everywhere at once. With mink speed he leaped from rail to rigging to monster"s face, tearing out their eyes with his little claws. And when other fleshancs closed for the kill on a fallen man, Ramachni gave an earsplitting cry and gestured with one paw, and the monster flew across the deck as if struck by a cannonball. But after each such spell Ramachni looked weaker, and soon he was gasping for breath.
A few feet from Pazel, Thasha was fighting as never before. Soldiers were down, sailors down: even as she looked another was stomped lifeless beneath a fleshanc"s heel. It was clear the monsters felt no pain whatsoever, and they did not bleed. You could stab them and accomplish nothing. You could even (as she managed with one particularly lucky swing) cut off an arm, and still the fleshanc would not stop. It merely seized its severed limb and used it like a club.
Her dogs fared better than she. Old they were, but battle had restored the berserk vigor of their youth. Slavering, they leaped and battered and ripped at the fleshancs, dismembering any hand that sought them. But Thasha knew their strength could not last.
The victims mounted. Those still fighting stumbled over the corpses of their friends. She saw Ramachni falter in a leap, his forepaws slippery with blood.
On her right a man gave a hideous scream: a fleshanc was crushing him against the sharp edge of a provisions crate. Leaving her own foe, Thasha hurled herself against the creature. The sailor lurched away, but Thasha fell, and the fleshanc landed atop her.
She was pinned, unable to strike. The monster put a hand on her jaw, and the reek of death was overpowering. With unspeakable disgust she recognized the face of the last Volpek she had seen on the barge, slain by Hercol before her eyes. It was about to have its revenge.
But at that instant the fleshanc fell limp. Its torpor lasted no more than two seconds, but Thasha did not hesitate: she threw the creature off and was safely away before it climbed to its feet.
Her eyes swept the deck: several other fleshancs had paused or stumbled; for a brief moment the humans had the advantage. What had happened? She looked wildly about, but no clue met her eyes. At last she ran to the rail and gazed down on Arunis.
The sorcerer was motionless, as before. But now he was sprawled on hands and knees, and glaring vaguely at his dog, as if only half aware of what he was looking at. The little creature was leaping about in excitement. It had knocked him over.
Then hope swelled in Thasha"s chest, and she ran to the quarterdeck ladder. Captain Rose stood atop it, swinging his axe constantly, keeping the monsters single-handedly from gaining the deck.
"Captain! I think I know how to beat them!"
He gave her a livid glance. "Get below, you little fool!"
"Arunis is controlling their every move!"
"Rubbish! He can"t even see them!"
"He doesn"t need to--he sees them in his mind!"
Rose was barely listening. Thasha cursed, then turned and struggled up the mizzen ratline. When she was high enough she leaped down onto the quarterdeck and rushed to the captain"s side.
"I"ll hold them off! Just have a look at his face, will you?"
With that she pushed in front of the captain and slashed the nearest fleshanc almost in two. Rose lumbered toward the starboard rail.
Thirty seconds later he was back at her side. With a bellow he kicked two fleshancs backward onto the main deck. Then he gave the ladder three swift cuts with his axe and severed it from the ship. He lifted it one-handed and tossed it behind him. Then he seized Thasha by the arm.
"Can ye climb?"
"Of course!"
The next thing she knew he was lifting her bodily and hurling her back at the mizzenmast rigging. Thasha cried out, caught hold of a shroud and turned to ask what he thought he was doing. But she held her tongue. The huge old man was making the same leap himself, axe in hand. With a grunt of pain he landed in the ratlines beside her.
"Up! Follow!" he snarled, and together they climbed.
The mast was deserted. "I could give the order," he said, "but there"s no more blary time! He"ll have my boat in minutes, the flamin" b.a.s.t.a.r.d! Climb!"
Sweating and swearing, he led her to the mizzen-top, some forty feet above the deck. But they did not stop there. Through the bolt-hole they squeezed and up again. Up and up, straight at the sun, until at eighty feet they reached the mizzen topgallant yard, the ma.s.sive timber to which the rearmost mainsail of the Chathrand Chathrand was joined. was joined.
"Don"t you dare look down until I say so, girl!"
Out along the footropes the captain struggled, his face so red and angry she thought it would burst. She followed, hands shaking, groping along the yard like a worm. They were headed for its outermost tip.
Or what would have been the tip, without the studdingsails. Trying to catch the last breath of wind, Rose had ordered the rigging-out of a second yard, another twenty feet of timber to which a sail could be bent. It had all been in vain, but the yard and sail were still there. Rose hefted his axe.
"The chaps first, cut "em loose! The yard has to fall free!"
She didn"t understand; she didn"t know what to cut, or how to do so without plummeting to her death. She was dizzy. Rose bellowed at her. But when he pointed at specific ropes she managed to saw at them, while he chopped farther out. At last the sail slid away.
Then Rose tossed his axe into the sea. He pointed at a pair of steel clamps. "Eye bolts, top and bottom!" he shouted. "Get "em loose!"
This was easier. She had her clamp loose faster than he managed his. And then she looked down, and knew in an instant what Rose was thinking.
The studdingsail yard jutted past the Chathrand"s Chathrand"s rail. It reached, in fact, to within ten feet of the lifeboat. rail. It reached, in fact, to within ten feet of the lifeboat.
"She"s ready," said Rose. "But we have to help her, la.s.s. Put that arm over the topgallant, so. Now crouch down and catch your own hand beneath." He demonstrated, and when Thasha obeyed he stripped away the second clamp.
The twenty-foot beam was loose now, resting atop the permanent spar with nothing keeping it from falling but its own great weight and the force of their arms.
"On three we slide her. Straight, straight! Like my harpoon, girl. You follow?"
She nodded. "I follow. Let"s get him."
Rose counted. The spars were smooth-sanded. The tar coating them almost bubbled in the heat. When he said "Three!" "Three!" she pushed with all her might, and Rose did the same. The spar shot forward off the end of the topgallant. she pushed with all her might, and Rose did the same. The spar shot forward off the end of the topgallant.
Down it pinwheeled, end over end. On deck the men fighting for their lives never saw its approach. Nor did Arunis. Only the little dog caught sight of the wooden missile. It gave a frightened Yip! Yip! and dashed to the boat"s far end. and dashed to the boat"s far end.
The yard nearly missed its mark. Half of it vanished into the sea. But the other half broke across the lifeboat"s bow, standing the little craft on its nose and hurling Arunis bodily into the water.
"Now look at the deck," said Rose. "By the G.o.ds" guts, you"re a smart one."
The fleshancs had collapsed.
Ragged cheers went up from seaman and soldier alike. But their relief was short-lived.
Ramachni, running squirrel-like up the mainmast, looked down at the water and cried out: "He is coming! Throw them over the side! Obey me now or welcome death!"
This time not a man hesitated. They dragged, heaved and hurled the Volpek bodies over the opposite side, where they sank like bags of sand.
Rose and Thasha groped their way down the rigging, exhausted. Thasha looked for Arunis. He had righted the lifeboat already, and pushed his dog aboard. But the bow of the craft was ruined, and unnaturally low in the water.
The water-weird gave a last, snake-like twist and melted into the sea.
The captain and Thasha were cheered anew when they reached the deck. But Rose waved sharply for silence and pushed to the rail.
Arunis lay in the bottom of his boat, which was clearly taking on water. His breath was labored and his face downcast. Suddenly he looked quite old.
"He is drained," whispered Ramachni. "To stir the dead requires immense power. He cannot have much left."
"Will you desist?" cried Rose.
The mage raised his head. "Oh no. You will drop a ladder, and I shall board, and then we shall bring out the Red Wolf. That is what will happen next."
"You"re a madman," snarled Rose.
Arunis sat up at once. "Have you written to your parents lately, Rose? I should love to have a talk with you about those extraordinary letters, sent every week to people you know to be dead."
Rose took a halting step backward. His mouth went slack and one hand groped behind him, as if searching for some wall to lean against. When he spoke, his voice was so thin it might have belonged to another man.
"They talk to me at night," he said.