the bard was from days of fleeing in the rough countryside, the woman's touch was quite relaxing.
'See,' the priestess whispered, 'you do want to be a slave.'
Joel sighed softly. Then her words connected in his brain. He pulled away from her hand and stepped bad from the railing. He could sense the danger in the woman's touch.
Walinda laughed at his reaction. She leaned forward and whispered, 'Your reserve is very becoming, Poppin. I could break through all those barriers. Stay with me on the ship. Why walk miles through rough terrain when you can enjoy a smooth ride in the company of someone who knows what you really want? You can tell the old man you are protecting his stone.'
'Does the finder's stone need to be protected?' he asked.
'You tell me. Lord Bane is fascinated by it, yet I do not think he understands it. If he thought it would bring him power, he would crack it like a nut. Would it bring him power?' Walinda asked.
Joel frowned at the question. Walinda must presume the stone held some power. Would the banelich really risk breaking the stone to try to steal Jedidiah's power? Could the creature succeed? Should I stay, Joel wondered, to be sure the stone is kept intact until Jedidiah returns?
'Think how you will feel, Poppin,' Walinda said, 'if you reach the Lost Vale and visit the temple to Finder, yet nothing changes. Finder does not need you.' She pointed to Jedidiah. 'Finder already has a priest with no doubts. A priest who doesn't question the meaning of his service. But you will never truly know the joy of serving. Your journey is in vain. When it is finished you will not even have your hope left.' She drained her goblet and tossed it overboard.
Joel looked at Jedidiah with envy. The old priest was so favored that he carried half of the finder's stone. Or at least he did. Jedidiah had told him the pilgrimage to the Lost Vale was important, but did the elderly priest really understand him, know how he felt? Probably not. Walinda was right; Jedidiah had no doubts about being a priest.
'Stay with me and I will give you new hopes,' the priestess offered, sliding her hands about his neck. She squeezed at his throat ever so gently. Alarmed by the choking sensation, Joel dropped his goblet and snatched Walinda's wrists. She did not resist as he pulled her hands from his neck.
Joel released her and backed away another step. 'Hopelessness… that's the specialty of the house in a temple of Bane, isn't it?' he asked. 'And you are a master in its uses.'
Walinda bowed her head in acknowledgment of the compliment.
'I took a vow to make a pilgrimage to the Lost Vale,' the bard declared. 'I will not be foresworn, whether my journey brings me closer to my god or not.'
'Pride, not faith,' Walinda commented. 'Very well, Poppin. But I know you will be back. Only one god can enslave as Bane can. And when you return, I shall make you suffer for making me wait. But, then, making you suffer will not displease me either,' she added. Then she strode from the deck into the cabin.
Joel shivered in the warm night air. The ease with which a murderess could manipulate his feelings filled him with despair. He wrapped his cloak about him and lay down on the deck, hoping sleep would release him from his fears and doubts. For a long time, he lay awake thinking of Walinda's threat that he would be back Finally he heard Jedidiah singing softly in the darkness, another lullaby, only this one from Berdusk, a cradlesong Joel's own mother had once sung to Joel. Then the Rebel Bard slept.
Ten
Joel awoke to Jedidiah's gentle shaking of his shoulder.
'We've made port,' the old priest said. 'Time to kiss the earth, as the sailors say.'
The sun was just rising over the Dagger Hills. Jedidiah was smiling, but he looked tired.
Joel sat up and wiped the sleep from his eyes. 'Did you get any sleep?' he asked. 'Someone should have awakened me to take a watch.'
Jedidiah shook his head. 'I couldn't have slept here anyway, and it was my turn to take the watch. Besides, there wasn't anything really to watch for. The banelich has made his deal. There aren't too many creatures about to fight a ship in the sky.'
Joel stood up and looked around. The ship sat at the base of a magnificent waterfall. The water's flow was not great, but it fell over a hundred feet, sparkling in the sunshine. It would join with several other streams to become the River Ashaba. Holly and Jas were leaning over the railing, watching the water with obvious pleasure. Walinda was seated in her chair, watching the bard. 'That woman gives me the shivers,' Jedidiah muttered. He turned and bowed low to Walinda. 'Until we meet again, lady,' he addressed her.
'Are you sure you wouldn't rather stay?' she asked, her eyes still fixed on Joel. 'Certain,' Jedidiah replied.
'I wasn't addressing you, old man,' the priestess snapped.
Jedidiah transformed his expression into the comically crestfallen look worn by mimes in Westgate. Joel was unable to keep himself from chuckling.
Jedidiah patted Joel on the back. 'It's up to you,' he said with a shrug. Then he whispered, 'But I'd have another look at those teeth if I were you.'
Joel met Walinda's gaze. The priestess smiled, showing her teeth. They were small, white, and perfect. They reminded Joel of doll teeth… unnatural. The bard shuddered. 'I have to go,' he said. He made a hasty bow and joined the others at the ship's rail.
From her chair, Walinda called out, 'Four days, old man. Don't keep me waiting.'
'Cat's Gate. I'll be there,' the old priest called back. Beneath his breath he muttered, 'Nag, nag, nag.'
Holly giggled and even Jas smiled. The paladin unrolled a rope ladder down the side of the ship and began to climb down. Jedidiah followed as Jas fluttered into the air and settled near Holly. Joel climbed on the railing and looked back at Walinda. The priestess still sat in her chair, facing forward, soon to be left alone on a ship piloted by an undead priest of a dead god. 'Do you ever get lonely?' Joel asked. Walinda turned her head to face the Rebel Bard. ' know you will return to me, Poppin,' she answered. Joel scrambled down the ladder. The moment the bard's feet were on the ground, the great ship rose into the sky and disappeared behind the mountain. 'Worst inn I've ever slept in,' Jedidiah said. 'Can't think why Volo would recommend it.'
'I can still sense the banelich,' Holly said. 'They're not too far off.'
'No doubt they'll try to follow us from the air,' Jedidiah said. 'It won't do them any good.' He turned to Joel and explained. 'For reasons of their own, Holly and Jas have agreed to accompany us to the vale.'
'Oh,' Joel said. He could understand Holly wanting to see the vale. To her mind, it was another dale, a possible ally, a secret to take back to Randal Morn. The young bard wondered about Jas's reasons, however. He remembered the long conversation Jedidiah had with the winged woman the night before. He couldn't begin to guess what agreement she'd reached with Jedidiah.
Jedidiah knelt down on the ground and spread his cloak out before him. He sang a simple grace, and the air above the cloak shimmered blue. When the old priest had finished, two fat loaves of bread lay on his cloak. Jedidiah held out his arms, inviting the others to join him.
When they'd finished their breakfast of Jedidiah's bread, plus cold, refreshing water from the stream, Jedidiah said, 'Time, I think, to go. Do you need to pull out the map?'
Joel shook his head. He'd studied the map so often on his trip north he had large portions of his route memorized… especially the route through the waterfall.
Joel stepped into the stream. The water was cold but bearable. He began to walk toward the waterfall.
'Why do I have a sinking feeling we're going to get all wet?' Jas groused. 'I hate getting my feathers damp.'
'Pretend you're a duck,' Jedidiah teased.
'Are we going behind the waterfall?' Holly asked with delight, chasing Joel into the stream. 'No wonder Lord Randal's men couldn't discover how to get into your vale.'
Jedidiah and Jas followed the bard and the paladin up the stream. The streambed was slick with small,
