City of Jade (49 page)
Authors: Dennis McKiernan
Rovers fled before the many-sailed Elvenship for, in the long-ago past and then again in the present, they had come to fear the fireballs and arrows cast by this swiftest of all ships in the seas.
Finally, broaching out into the waters of the Weston Ocean she went, to turn southerly and make a run toward the Calms of the Crab and the Midline Doldrums beyond, and the Calms of the Goat past that, for once again the
Eroean
was aiming for the frigid waters of the Cape of Storms. At this time of year the wrath of winter, raging in the dread waters of the South Polar Sea, made the opposite passage through the Silver Straits all but certain death. Not that verging ’round the tip of the dark lands would be an easy course, yet it was measurably better than the other choice.
Eroean
was aiming for the frigid waters of the Cape of Storms. At this time of year the wrath of winter, raging in the dread waters of the South Polar Sea, made the opposite passage through the Silver Straits all but certain death. Not that verging ’round the tip of the dark lands would be an easy course, yet it was measurably better than the other choice.
And so, past the Calms of the Crab they sailed, the winds light and shifty, the passage slow, but when they came to the Midline Doldrums, a gale-force blow, rare for this latitude, sped them across. Yet they had to row four days in all to pass the Horns of the Goat, as those calms are sometimes called.
And then they reached the South Polar Sea. . . .
The shrieking wind howled easterly around the bottom of the world, hurling the
Eroean
before its brutal blast. Great greybeards loomed over the ocean, the tall Elvenship riding toward each towering crest, her sharp prow to cut through, her hull to slam down—
whoom!
—upon the far side to plummet into the chasm below; then up she would ride again, sailing on slopes and crests and slants, for not even the knife-sharp prow of the
Eroean
could cut straight through the bulk of these mighty waves. Her masts creaked and groaned, and her halyards wailed in the wind as of a malevolent spirit calling out for a toll of souls, as ’round the nadir of existence hurtled the Elvenship, driven by a tearing wind dire. With her decks awash in deep brine, the ship flew only her royals and gallants and her goose-winged tops, her pulleys and rigging clogged with ice. It was too dangerous for crew to go above, and Fat Jim and Aravan manned the helm from the enclosed wheelhouse adeck, with waves slamming over that haven.
In the crew’s quarters below, the pitching and heaving and rolling ship had no noticeable effect upon Pipper, but Binkton, on the other hand, was tossed about like a balled-up wad of parchment.
Lissa and Vex remained in their tiny underbunk chamber, the vixen sliding to and fro, but curled about her mistress.
Aylis lay in her bed in the captain’s cabin, the deck of cards in hand. As she had occasionally done throughout the long voyage, she muttered an arcane word and drew a pasteboard out.
The Empress upright. The whole cannot be seen at this point.
Aylis shook her head in mild frustration.
We are left with no more knowledge than that which the spread revealed.
She sighed and put the deck away, and returned to the book she read by swaying lantern light, just as a wall of snow hammered across the decks and masts and sails and rigging of the magnificent ship.
The Empress upright. The whole cannot be seen at this point.
Aylis shook her head in mild frustration.
We are left with no more knowledge than that which the spread revealed.
She sighed and put the deck away, and returned to the book she read by swaying lantern light, just as a wall of snow hammered across the decks and masts and sails and rigging of the magnificent ship.
Three days later, in eerie calm the crew rowed dinghies across placid but frigid waters, towing the
Eroean
after, the sea nought but a slowly rolling mirror as long, gentle swells passed across the surface, reflecting stars shining above in the clear skies, for at this time of year the day was but moments long.
To the starboard and on the horizon, icy walls loomed, the endless glacier concealing a continent, or so lore would have it be.
In the rigging above, both Humans and Dwarves hacked away at caked ice, while Pipper and Binkton and Lissa helped others chip away at the coating adeck, all tethered by safety lines, for to slip into the frigid brine meant nigh instant death.
Soon the rigging and sails were free of the encrustation, and the crew unreefed the silks and shook them out. And before the next day dawned, the wind returned, gentle in its aspect.
The arrival of autumn found the
Eroean
faring east of Bharaq, the Elvenship now heading for a meridian at the point where the Dukong River spilled into the Sindhu Sea, Aravan navigating, for as it is with all of Elvenkind, he knew at all times exactly where lay the sun and moon and lights of the celestial sphere, including the wandering stars.
Running in a northerly direction, once again they had passed the Calms of the Goat as well as the Midline Doldrums, where they circled this part of the world. They would not reach the Calms of the Crab, for in this hemisphere that latitude was far inland from where the
Eroean
was bound.
Eroean
was bound.
And as midautumn arrived, so, too, did the ship come to the league-wide mouth of the river, where she dropped anchor.
Warband and crew alike stood at the railings and surveyed the coast rising up into nearby hills, with lush greenery steaming and seeming impenetrable.
“Jungle,” said Dokan. “Miles of jungle.”
Nikolai groaned. “It mean bug bite.”
“Aye, it does,” said Fat Jim. “Swarms of stinging flies and mosquitoes and gnats and midges. And if we have to pass through streams, bloodsucking leeches, too.”
“You’d better watch out, Liss,” said Pipper. “I mean, if a leech latches onto you, you’ll be gone in a trice.”
Lissa shook her head. “Not if I can reach one of my arrows and stab the thing. It’s the leech that’ll be gone, and in a lot sooner than a trice.”
Both Pipper and Binkton eyed the small quiver of arrows at Lissa’s hip. The lethality of those tiny barbs was legendary. And Liss had told them the tale of her sire saving Alamar by bringing down a full-charging boar in midstride; between one step and the next the massive swine had dropped, just an instant after being pricked.
Aravan said to Long Tom, “Lower all dinghies and stand by, for we’ll need to plumb the river to see if we can sail the
Eroean
up it to a suitable place to dock. In the meanwhile, I’ll fly as Valké upstream to see if what we think might be the old road from the river to the city yet exists, though given the denseness of the foliage I see, I ween it’s overgrown and lost.”
Eroean
up it to a suitable place to dock. In the meanwhile, I’ll fly as Valké upstream to see if what we think might be the old road from the river to the city yet exists, though given the denseness of the foliage I see, I ween it’s overgrown and lost.”
“Take care, my love,” said Aylis, embracing Aravan. He kissed her, and then disengaged, and in a flash of silvery light, a falcon took to wing.
“Oh, my!” breathed Pipper.
Binkton’s jaw dropped agape.
Neither buccan had seen Aravan transform into Valké ere now.
“How does he do that?” said Pipper, looking to Aylis for an answer.
She shook her head. “I know not, for it is .”
Binkton cocked an eyebrow.
“Like my darkness,” said Lissa, “or your ability to see through it.”
Aylis nodded. “My gift, as with all of Magekind, is to use the aethyr to cast spells, but Aravan’s transformation does not use aethyr at all, or if it does, I cannot detect it. Instead, he uses the crystal he bears to shift from Elf to falcon and back again.”
“Wull, I wish I could do that,” said Pipper, now watching the bird in flight.
Aylis shook her head. “Mayhap you would not, Pip.”
“Why not?”
“Aravan tells me that when he is a falcon, he truly is nought but a wild thing. He is not a bird that thinks like an Elf, but is a raptor true. ’Tis only by concentrating beforehand upon what he would have the bird do that he gets ought done. The danger is, he might never shift back to an Elf, but be a falcon forever. Just as is the danger to the falcon that Aravan will never become the bird again.”
“You mean he might be trapped in the form of a falcon forever?” asked Binkton.
Glumly, Aylis nodded. “Indeed.”
“Oh, Adon,” said Pipper, not taking his gaze from the dark bird. “That would be terrible. I think you’re right, Lady Aylis: mayhap I would not like to be able to be a bird.”
With keen raptor eyes searching, Valké flew up the flow, and soon was lost to the vision of those remaining behind. O’er the river he soared, and along the verge of the jungle, looking this way and that. No immediate prey did he sight, yet he was not out for game. Instead, his unfalconlike thought was to survey and remember and then to return to the floating thing with the tall trees jutting up from it.
And as the bird flew, Long Tom had the dinghies lowered, and he chose those who would row and plumb.
No sooner was that done than the werebird returned and transformed into Aravan. “Valké espied the tower—in fact several towers—yon”—he gestured a point or two forward and to the right—“and two leagues upstream is a stone quay, where we can dock the
Eroean
, should the river be navigable. A path runs through the hills toward what must be the city, though it is well overgrown. Tom, with the pier upstream, I suspect the river will be navigable. Send out the crew to confirm or refute our assumptions.”
Eroean
, should the river be navigable. A path runs through the hills toward what must be the city, though it is well overgrown. Tom, with the pier upstream, I suspect the river will be navigable. Send out the crew to confirm or refute our assumptions.”
“Better safe nor sorry, Oi allus say, Oi do, Oi say,” replied Tom, and he gave the signal for the men in the dinghies to begin the mission.
Many yards apart, four abreast they rowed, Dinny and Ebert in the bows of two of them, Noddy and Wooly in the bows of the remaining pair, the quartet swinging bobs to plunk into the water just ahead and calling out depths for crewmen in the sterns to record. The
Eroean
would need but thirty-five feet fully laden, and should they sail upstream, they would do so on the inflowing tide.
Eroean
would need but thirty-five feet fully laden, and should they sail upstream, they would do so on the inflowing tide.
In the Captain’s Lounge below, Aylis, Aravan, Pipper, and Binkton gathered ’round the side table, Lissa sitting atop. Once again Aylis dealt out the Rwn Cross upon the black silk cloth. After studying the spread for long moments, she said, “The layout is but slightly different, with many swords indicating conflict. Again it seems there is someone or something opposing, yet I know no more than before. We must go in caution, and choose wisely, should violence come our way. I can say nought else.”
Once again she held the deck out to Aravan, and once again he drew the Demon.
45
Lurking
DARK DESIGNS
EARLY SUMMER TO MID AUTUMN, 6E9
EARLY SUMMER TO MID AUTUMN, 6E9
High in the night sky in his incorporeal form, Nunde gloated as the Elvenship set sail from Port Arbalin.
Perhaps Aravan
has
taken the bait. We shall see. We shall see. Yet whether or not he has done so, surely he will someday. And no matter how long it takes, Malik will be waiting. After all, he has my orders.
has
taken the bait. We shall see. We shall see. Yet whether or not he has done so, surely he will someday. And no matter how long it takes, Malik will be waiting. After all, he has my orders.
Nunde continued to haunt the
Eroean
from afar, knowing what course the ship must take if it were indeed bound for the City of Jade, as he, Nunde, had planned.
Eroean
from afar, knowing what course the ship must take if it were indeed bound for the City of Jade, as he, Nunde, had planned.
As they sailed southerly, Nunde began to worry, for if catastrophe struck and the ship were to sink to the bottom in the raging South Polar Ocean, Aravan would be dead and beyond Nunde’s revenge.
And when the ship entered those perilous waters, Nunde made it a point to watch as the
Eroean
pitched and yawed and plunged through crest after crest, the Necromancer’s aethyrial heart hammering in dread of the upset of all his schemes, for tons upon tons of icy brine engulfed the ship, and it disappeared as waves roiled over it, only to reappear time after time.
Eroean
pitched and yawed and plunged through crest after crest, the Necromancer’s aethyrial heart hammering in dread of the upset of all his schemes, for tons upon tons of icy brine engulfed the ship, and it disappeared as waves roiled over it, only to reappear time after time.
But then the Polar Seas calmed, and Nunde shouted in glee as the
Eroean
turned northerly, and sailed on what appeared to be a course for Bharaq.
Surely vile Aravan is heading just where I planned; I
knew
he could not deny the siren call of what he thinks will be a grand adventure. But little does he suspect what lies in wait. My plan is coming full circle.
Eroean
turned northerly, and sailed on what appeared to be a course for Bharaq.
Surely vile Aravan is heading just where I planned; I
knew
he could not deny the siren call of what he thinks will be a grand adventure. But little does he suspect what lies in wait. My plan is coming full circle.
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