quickly across the wooden shingles.
A cry of alarm sounded from the pirates. More than half of them peeled off and ran for the building. As tightly packed as Immurk's Hold was, and being constructed of wood, Jherek knew there was a real danger of the town burning down if a fire was left untended. He balanced on his knees, his fist curled tight around the cutlass hilt, rocking as the bumpy ride continued.
Azla shot two more fire arrows into buildings they passed, creating even more of a diversion. By then the horses were hitting their pace and the wheels rattled across the uneven cobblestones.
Laaqueel felt a moment of heated resistance, then she slipped through the wooden timber of the bulkhead behind
Iakhovas. In the next instant, harsh sunlight and the unsteady deck of a ship lunging at sea greeted her. Iakhovas had set up gates in the sahuagin castle as well that let him travel immediately to different areas along the Sword Coast.
'Lord Iakhovas!' a loud voice boomed. 'Welcome aboard!'
Turning, the malenti priestess spied the tall, big-bellied form of Vurgrom the Mighty. The pirate captain came down the stern castle stairs like a flesh and blood avalanche.
Vurgrom was a mountain of a man, no taller than Iakhovas but easily twice as broad. He had flaming red hair on the sides of his head but none on top, and long chin whiskers that thrust out defiantly. He wore scarred leather breeches and a sleeveless leather vest.
'You called me,' Iakhovas stated.
The big pirate captain grinned, swaying slightly as the ship thundered across the ocean waves, pushed by a strong wind.
'Aye,' Vurgrom said, 'and it's because I've got some news you might be interested in.'
The crew tried to get closer to him, but he waved them all away.
'What is your location?' Iakhovas asked.
Vurgrom shrugged and said, 'A few days from the Whamite Isles.'
'You will be there.' Iakhovas's tone left no margin for misunderstanding.
The big man flushed a little. 'Aye,' he said, 'and I won't let you down, Lord Iakhovas, but I have something else to show you-something you need to know about.'
Vurgrom dug in a pouch belted at his prodigious waist and produced an oval pearl encased in a golden disk. Laaqueel watched sudden interest dawn on Iakhovas's face. He studied the disk in the pirate captain's fat palm.
'I hired a diviner to look at it,' Vurgrom said. 'She told me it would lead me to a weapon.'
Iakhovas studied the disk. 'So it will.'
'I've been trying to get in touch with you,' Vurgrom said. 'The device you gave me wasn't working.'
'It worked when it was supposed to,' Iakhovas said sharply.
Vurgrom's face blanched. 'Of course, Lord Iakhovas,' he said. 'I only meant that I would have spoken with you earlier if I had been able.'
'It's a powerful piece,' Iakhovas said.
'It guides us, lord. Place this trinket into a bowl of water and it floats like a lodestone seeking the north.'
'The weapon,' Iakhovas said, 'lies on the Whamite Isles.'
Surprise gleamed in the pirate captain's eyes. 'You know this?'
'Yes.'
Vurgrom laughed and-said, 'I should have come to you, lord, instead of paying the diviner.'
'You took two days' travel from my schedule,' Iakhovas said in a hard voice. 'If it weren't for the wind that pushes you now, you wouldn't make your assigned destination on time.'
With a shrug, Vurgrom said, 'I've been fortunate.'
Iakhovas held a hand up. The wind died suddenly and the sails hung limply from the lanyards. Laaqueel shifted her footing. The ship felt as though it had become mired in mud.
'It was more than fortune's good graces,' Iakhovas said. 'I am seeing to it that you arrive on time in spite of your bad decisions.'
Iakhovas clenched his raised hand into a fist. The blast of wind that hit the ship staggered it, almost rolled it over on the cresting wave. The sails popped and cracked, sounding as if they were going to be ripped free. Some of the ship's crew went rolling across the deck, unable to balance themselves quickly enough. At least three men went over the side, screaming until they hit the water. The ship sailed on, having no way to come around for those overboard.
Iakhovas stood as if rooted to the pitching deck.
Vurgrom grabbed the rearmost mast only a few feet away, unable to maintain his stance. He roared and knocked away other pirates nearby. The ship continued to pitch and twist.
'You're going to tear her apart!' the captain shouted.
'The ship will hold,' Iakhovas declared. 'I won't allow you to be late, Captain Vurgrom.'
'I won't be late, my lord.' Vurgrom had to yell to make himself heard over the gale force winds. 'I won't be late.'
'See to it then,' Iakhovas threatened. 'If you are late, Vurgrom, after everything I've invested in you, you won't 1)6' at all.'
He gestured and the golden orb in his eye flared. The world seemed to ripple at his side, like a pool disturbed by a tossed pebble. He stuck his arm into the ripples and it disappeared up to the elbow.
The pirates looked on in superstitious awe. Magic was known to them, of course, but not so familiar. Many of them, Laaqueel knew, had seen more this day than they would in their whole lives.
'Get this weapon if you want, Vurgrom,' Iakhovas said, 'but I'll want it when you do. You belong to me until such a time as I release you.'
Vurgrom held tight to the mast and said nothing.
Iakhovas held out a hand to Laaqueel. The malenti priestess was barely able to maintain her own stance as the ship pitched again and the canvas cracked overhead. Even during her spying days, she'd hated ships. She reached for Iakhovas and felt him take her hand. Her balance steadied at once and she stepped through the gate back into the captain's quarters aboard Tarjana.
'I sense conflict within you, little malenti,' Iakhovas said flatly.
He moved behind the table again and resumed his seat. The king of the sahuagin studied her with his one good eye and the golden one, and the malenti priestess felt as though he could see her clearly with both.
'When we arrived here and you saw that things were as I promised regarding the imprisonment of the Serosian sahuagin, your faith seemed to return to you, stronger than before. Now I feel that you are questioning yourself again.'
'Faith,' she replied, 'lies in the ability to answer those questions.'
'You are my senior high priestess, and you serve the will of Sekolah. There should be no questions.'
'I am weak.' The admission was as much to herself as to him.
'I need you strong.'
'I will be,' she promised. 'Have I ever failed you? I returned from the dead at your call.'
Not so many days ago in Coryselmal while searching for the talisman Iakhovas had used to sunder the Sharksbane Wall, Laaqueel was certain she'd died at the hands of a vodyanoi, or come as close to it as the living could without fully crossing over.
Iakhovas had been as close to panic as the malenti priestess had ever seen him. He'd worked to save her, using a black skull with ruby eyes he'd gotten from his artificial eye. Laaqueel still felt certain somehow that it hadn't been Iakhovas's efforts that turned her back from death. It had been another, someone with a soft, sweet, feminine voice.
Go back, the voice told her. You are yet undone.
Iakhovas raked her with his gaze. She felt the quill quiver tentatively inside her.
'Go then, little malenti,' he said, 'and attend to your faith. Answer your questions as best as you are able, but in the end you'll find that the truest belief you have is in me. You may have rescued me from the prison I was in,
