The ogre stared vaguely up in the air and all around, evidently convinced its weapon had been taken by some spirit of the air. Thraxos rose as high as possible and swung the club against the creature's knee with all his strength.

The ogre dropped into the pool with an enormous splash and thrashed about, howling and clutching its broken kneecap. Thraxos struck again at its head, but only grazed it. The monster seized the merman by the throat and squeezed, pain giving force to its grip.

The world swam before Thraxos. The night filled with colors, and he heard a loud roaring. Before his eyes he saw the horrid face of the ogre fade in and out af focus. In desperation, he brought up the slender end›f the club and jabbed it-at the monster's eye.

The ogre dropped the merman and fell back shrieking, covering its face with its hands. Streams of blood ran down its body and flowed into the pool. Thraxos swung the club again, and the screams stopped abruptly. The ogre fell, half in and half out of the pool.

Thraxos looked around for Ariella. She had taken shelter behind a small scrubby tree and was dodging around it as the two monsters slowly pursued her. Her slight build and speed had saved her thus far, but Thraxos knew the chase could only end in one way.

He cast desperately about for a plan. He shouted, hoping to attract the attention of the ogres, but they ignored him, intent on their smaller, more vulnerable prey. If they had seen their companion fall, they gave no sign of caring.

One of them caught Ariella's ragged dress. The girl screamed and twisted away, the cloth tearing. The ogre gave a horrid laugh and raised its club.

Groping about on the side of the pond in which 1 was imprisoned, Thraxos's hand touched somethir long and slender. The magic rod. He lifted it, and sonn thing Ariella had said earlier during the first part i their journey came back to him. The animal conjured under the control of whoever conjures it. Without fu ther thought, he pointed the rod and concentrated.

For a long moment nothing happened, and thought flickered in the back of his mind that the ro was out of charges. Then the tip glowed and flared bri liantly. The ogres, distracted by this unusual sigh looked at the merman, growling. Then another grow louder and angrier, added itself to theirs.

A tiger stood before them.

With a shriek, the largest ogre turned to flee. The tiger swept its clawed paw up and out, and the mor ster's head was torn from its shoulders. The other ogr ran, but the tiger ran faster. It leaped, there was horrid tearing sound, and the death scream of the ogr echoed in the night air.

Ariella ran to Thraxos and flung herself into hi arms, sobbing. He stroked her hair, surprised at ho soft it was. After a while, her crying ceased, and sh looked at him solemnly.

'Why did you do that?'

The merman shrugged. 'It seemed the only thing t do. I couldn't get out of the water to attack them, an‹ they were about to kill you.' He looked at the tiger, wh was calmly sitting at some distance, cleaning a paw Thraxos almost fancied he could hear the big ca purring. The merman turned back to the girl. 'We'l rest here and be on our way in the morning.'

She looked away, and he sensed something wrong 'What is it?'

That was the last charge in the rod.'

Thraxos sank back into the pool and ducked beneath the surface. His mind was churning. There had to be a way. They could not have come this far, only to fail.

In a few moments he rose. The night was still black but in the far distance, where the land sank away, he could see a few tiny pinpricks of light. He pointed them out to Ariella and said, 'You must go toward there. Take the tiger with you for protection. Nothing would dare attack you as long as the beast is beside you. When you arrive at a settlement, you must tell them your name and where you are from. Tell them you have a message to take to the kingdom of the merfolk in the Sea of Fallen Stars. Tell them Waterdeep has been at-acked by armies of sahuagin, and they must prepare themselves for an assault from the sea devils. Tell them they must send whatever aid they can to the Sword Coast before it is overrun. Can you remember all that?'

The girl shook her head. Tears were close to the surface of her eyes. 'You have to come too,' she insisted. 'Ill stay here with you. Somebody will come and find us. Youll see.'

Thraxos shook his head. 'No, Ariella. This is more important. When you've delivered the message, you can send someone back for me, but this word must get to the Sea of Fallen Stars. Now, repeat the message.'

She had to repeat it many times before he was satisfied. All the while, he was conscious of the passing moments and of the expiring life span of the tiger she needed for protection. At last she was ready.

He pointed into the darkness. 'There seems to be a trail along there leading downward. It probably goes off the plateau into the valley. When you get to th bottom, strike due west and you should find the settle ments. Hurry, now. I'm relying on you and…' Hi paused a moment, then brought out triumphant!} 'Sheeraga.'

'Sheeraga,' she said thoughtfully, looking fondly a the great cat. 'That's a nice name. Yes. I'll call you that Come on, Sheeraga.'

The tiger rose, walked over to Thraxos, licked hii hair, then followed Ariella into the darkness.

Thraxos sank back into the pool and surveyed hi! surroundings. The body of the ogre, in falling, ha‹ splashed more of the water out of the pool and tha which was left was an unpleasant compound of blooc and mud, only a few feet deep.

The night passed slowly, and the sun rose, burning in the east. The pool grew hot, and tiny wisps of stean rose from its surface. By noon it had shrunk to half its size. Thraxos's body lay half in the remaining water but the pool grew steadily smaller. With a final effort the merman rolled on his side and gazed out over the rolling hills of Faerun. From where he lay, he could see far in the distance, at the very edge of sight, a thin line of blue. The sea, he thought, the Sea of Fallen Stars.

He dreamed that he dived deep into the water laughing, crying with joy, chasing fish in and out oi reefs, clinging to dolphins as they skimmed along the surface. Above him, below him, all around him was his world. Slowly it faded, and Thraxos felt a great peace.

To the west, a little girl with a dirty face and a torn dress marched stalwartly up to a cottage door and knocked. The stout peasant woman who opened the door stared at her in amazement as the girl said, 'Hello. My name is Ariella. I have a message for the merfolk of the Sea of Fallen Stars. It's really quite urgent. Hadn't you better let me in? Then perhaps you can help me to get there.'

Pausing, she looked behind her, where the setting sun turned the hills blood-red, and smiled.

THE PLACE WHERE GUARDS SNORE AT THEIR POSTS

Ed Greenwood

9 Kythorn, the Year of the Gauntlet

Their jaws were clamped shut, forefin muscles puls ing in the tightening that signified irritation or disap proval. The orders and judgment of Iakhovas evidently weren't good enough for these sahuagin. Bloody minded idiots.

Sardinakh uncoiled his tentacles from the halberds and harpoons he'd been oh-so-absently caressing since their arrival, and settled himself a little closer to th(map on the chartroom table. He did this slowly, to shov the fish-heads just how little he feared them, anc tapped the lord's seal on the dryland map of Mintarn- the seal of the sahuagin lord Rrakulnar-to reminc them that their superiors, at least, respected the authority of a 'mere squid.'

The orders I was personally given by Iakhovas,' he said gently, driving the point home a little deeper, 'were to blockade Mintarn, allowing nothing into, or more importantly, out of, its harbors. Taking the island would be a bold stroke-and I frankly find it an attractive one-but it cannot be our main concern. Before all else, we must prevent ships from leaving Mintarn to go to the aid of Waterdeep, Baldur's Gate, and the other coastal cities.'

'And that isss bessst done,' the larger and burlier of the sahuagin hissed, affecting the invented accent of Crowndeep, the fabled-and perhaps mythical- cradle-city of Sword Coast sahuagin, 'by capturing the entire isle.' He

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