toward the open bay, where the light brightened and the brume thinned.
«Move back!» Gar Hatch shouted abruptly. «Release the ropes!» Pen, Tagwen, and Ahren Elessedil did as they were ordered and watched the airship sail by, the hull momentarily blocking from view the Rover crewmen who were working across the way. When Pen glanced over again in the wake of the ship's passing, the crewmen were gone.
It took the boy a second to realize what was happening. «Ahren!» he shouted in warning.
«We've been tricked!» He was too late. The Skatelow began to pick up speed, moving into the center of the bay. Then Khyber Elessedil came flying over the side and landed in the murky waters with a huge splash. The faces of the crewmen appeared, and they waved tauntingly at the men on shore. Tagwen was shouting at Ahren Elessedil to do something, but the Druid only stood there, shaking his head, grim–faced and angry. There was nothing he could do, Pen realized, without using magic that would alert the Galaphile.
Slowly, the Skatelow began to lift away, to rise into the mist, to disappear. In seconds, she was gone.
At the center of the lake, Khyber Elessedil pounded at the water in frustration.
TWENTY–FIVE
No one said anything for a few moments, Pen, Tagwen, and Ahren Elessedil standing together at the edge of the bay like statues, staring with a mix of disbelief and frustration at the point where the Skatelow had disappeared into the mist.
«I knew we couldn't trust that man,' Tagwen muttered finally.
At the center of the bay, Khyber Elessedil had given up pounding the water and was swimming toward them. Her strokes cleaved the greenish waters smoothly and easily.
«You can't trust Rovers,' Tagwen went on bitterly. «Not any of them. Don't know why we thought we could trust Hatch.»
«We didn't trust him,' Ahren Elessedil pointed out. «We just didn't watch him closely enough. We let him outsmart us.»
This is my fault, Pen thought. I caused this. Gar Hatch didn't abandon them because of anything the others had done or even because of the Galaphile and the Druids. He had abandoned them so that Pen couldn't take Cinnaminson away from him. That was why he had been so accommodating. That was why he didn't argue the matter more strongly. He didn't care what either Pen or his daughter intended. He was going to put a stop to it in any case.
Khyber reached the edge of the bay and stood up with some difficulty, water cascading off her drenched clothes. Anger radiated from her like heat from a forge as she stalked ashore to join them. «Why did he do that?» she snapped furiously. «What was the point of abandoning us now when we were so close to leaving him anyway?»
«It's because of me,' Pen said at once, and they all turned to look at him. «I'm responsible.»
He revealed to them what he and Cinnaminson had decided, how she had told her father, and what her father had obviously decided to do about it. He apologized over and over for not confiding in them and admitted that, by deciding to take the girl off the airship, he was thinking of himself and not of them or even of what they had come to do. He was embarrassed and disappointed, and it was all he could do to get through it without breaking down.
Khyber glared at him when he was finished. «You are an idiot, Penderrin Ohmsford.»
Pen bit back his angry reply, thinking that he had better just take whatever they had to say to him and be done with it.
«That doesn't help us, Khyber,' her uncle said softly. «Pen loves this girl and he was trying to help her. I don't think we can fault him for his good intentions. He might have handled it better, but at the time he did the best he could. It's easy to second–guess him now.»
«You might want to ask yourself what Hatch will do to her now that he knows what she intended and no outsiders are about to interfere,' Tagwen said to Pen.
Pen had already thought of that, and he didn't like the conclusion he had reached. Gar Hatch would not be happy with his daughter and would not trust her again anytime soon. He would make a virtual prisoner of her, and once again, it was his fault.
Khyber stalked away. She stopped a short distance off and stood looking out at the bay with her hands on her hips, then wheeled back suddenly. «Sorry I snapped at you, Pen. Gar Hatch is a sneak and a coward to do this. But the matter isn't finished. We'll see him again, somewhere down the road. He'll be the one who goes over the side of that airship the next time, I promise you!»
«Meanwhile, what are we supposed to do?» Tagwen asked, looking from one face to the next. «How do we get out of here?»
Ahren Elessedil glanced around thoughtfully, then shrugged. «We walk.»
«Walk!» Tagwen was aghast. «We can't walk out of here! You've seen this morass, this pit of vipers and swamp rats! If something doesn't eat us, we'll be sucked down in the quicksand! Besides, it will take us days, and that's only if we don't get lost, which we will!»
The Druid nodded. «The alternative is to use magic. I could summon a Roc to carry us out. But if I do that, I will give us away to Terek Molt. He will reach us long before any help does.»
Tagwen scrunched up his face and folded his arms across his chest. «I'm just saying I don't think we can walk out of here, no matter how determined we are.»
«There might be another way,' Pen interjected quickly. «One that's a little quicker and safer.»
Ahren Elessedil turned to him, surprise mirrored in his blue eyes. «All right, Pen, let's hear what it is.»
«I hope it's a better idea than his last one,' Tagwen grumbled before Pen could speak, and set his jaw firmly as he prepared to pass judgment.
* * *
He showed them how to build the raft, using heavier logs for the hull, slender limbs for the cradle, and reeds for binding. It needed to be only big enough to support the four of them, so a platform measuring ten feet by ten feet was adequate. The materials were easy enough to find, even in the Slags, though not so easy to shape, mostly because they lacked the requisite tools and had to make do with long knives. On more than one occasion Pen had built similar rafts before and knew something about how to construct them so that they wouldn't fall apart midjourney. Working in pairs, they gathered the logs and limbs for the platform and carried them to a flat piece of earth on which they could lay them out and lash them together.
They worked through the morning, and by midday they were finished. The raft was crude, but it was strong enough to support them and light enough to allow for portage. Most important, it floated. They had no supplies, nothing but the clothes they wore and the weapons they carried, so after crafting poles to push their vessel through the swamp, they set out.
It was slow going, even with the raft to carry them, the swamp a morass of weed–choked bays and log jammed channels that they were forced to backtrack through and portage around repeatedly. Even so, they made much better progress than they would have afoot. For just the second time since they had set out, he was able to make practical use of his magic, to intuit from the sounds and movements of the plants, birds, and animals around them the dangers that lay waiting. Calling out directions to the other three as they worked the poles, he concentrated on keeping them clear of submerged debris that might have damaged their craft and well away from the more dangerous creatures that lived in the Slags—some of them huge and aggressive. By staying close to the shoreline and out of the deeper water, they were able to avoid any confrontations, and Pen was able to tell himself that he was making at least partial amends for his part in contributing to the fix they were in.
By nightfall, they were exhausted and still deep in the Slags. Pen's pocket compass had kept them on the right heading, of that much he was certain, but how much actual progress they had made was debatable. Since none of them knew exactly where they were, it was impossible to judge how far they still had to go. Nothing about the wetland had changed, the mist was thick and unbroken, the waterways extended off in all directions, and the undergrowth was identical to what they had left behind six hours earlier.
There was nothing to eat or drink, so after agreeing to split the watch into four shifts they went to sleep,
