boat was forced away from the marshes and soon darkness overcame them. All sight of land was lost. Wild, jagged lightning bolts split the sky and thunder exploded as rain began to pour down. The waves grew from three- and four-foot rollers into huge, breaking beasts that threatened to crush the boat with every swell. The sky was so black that even the elves’ keen eyes couldn’t see more than a few feet ahead of them.
“Hold on,” Corva yelled as a wave broke over them with terrible force. It felt like the boat was under a great waterfall for a moment, but then the sensation passed.
“Princess Telgra, Dostin,” Corva yelled. “Bail out the water. Another wave is-” He bit back his words as lightning struck a few feet away. In its brilliant flash he saw that Dostin was no longer in the boat. Telgra saw too and immediately began scanning the water.
“Broaaash!” the monk bellowed as he broke the surface and gasped for air. “Haaaaalp meee!”
“Give me the end of that rope,” Telgra ordered.
Corva froze. He wasn’t about to let his princess risk her life for a human monk. He would do it. He reached down to grab the line at his feet, but found it already uncoiling. He looked up just in time to see Telgra leaping over the side into the stormy sea. A few moments passed before another flash of lightning revealed her paddling deftly beside the flailing monk.
She tied the rope around Dostin then waved back at the boat. “Pull!” she yelled. “Corva! Pull us in!”
Another wave crashed over the craft. The rope slipped from Corva’s hands and he was forced to cling to the sides or be thrown overboard. When the boat smacked back down into the sea he was battered about the hull, but managed to grab the rope again. With all his might he hauled them in, heave after heave, until finally he saw Dostin’s terrified eyes through the darkness. It took all the strength Corva had left in him to drag the monk up into the boat. Though about to give out, he turned back to pull Telgra in, but was overcome with dread. She wasn’t there. A distant lightning flash confirmed it. Nowhere could she be seen.
“Telgra!” he screamed at the top of his lungs. He turned to the other side of the boat and yelled again, “Princess Telgra!”
When the next lightning struck he peered into the night as far as his keen vision could see. He cast a light spell but the storm suffocated its illumination like a shroud. For long hours, and to no avail, Corva fought the storm and called for his princess, while all around the boat the storm raged relentlessly.
Phen felt like he was being rolled down a rocky hill inside a barrel keg. Luckily his hard skin kept the serpent’s teeth from piercing into him. Through his terror, he was worried that one of his legs might be broken off as they were hanging out of the creature’s maw. With all the determination he had, he used Oarly’s dagger to stab at the inside of the serpent’s mouth. Already he was coated in slimy blood. It was the awful fishy smell of the creature’s breath that threatened to render him helpless, though. He had to fight not to be consumed by a fit of gagging heaves, something he wasn’t sure his body could handle. He hoped Oarly would hurry and save him. The idea that the half-drunken dwarf couldn’t manage the task never even crossed his mind.
Oarly’s battle cry echoed around the chamber as the serpent reared its head up and tried to chug Phen down its throat. Oarly, inebriated or not, wasn’t about to let that happen. He was far too fond of the lad to allow it. He darted out from the wall and ran right up under the serpent, then took a massive hacking swing at the beast’s neck. He felt the axe bite deep and had to roll back against his momentum to pull the blade free.
The monster hissed through its half-open maw, spraying blood in a mist across the cavern wall. Oarly shuddered, hoping it wasn’t Phen’s blood. With a roar, he brought the axe back around and finished his chop. A piece of the serpent’s neck, a chunk shaped like a wedge of fruit, fell to the floor. Oarly had to run under the creature’s head as it turned to attack him. He saw Phen’s legs hanging out of its mouth. They were drenched in blood. He went into a rage at the sight and tore into the serpent’s side with a berserker’s frenzy. His axe went back and forth, slicing deep gouges into the foul-smelling monster. Suddenly the thing lurched and sprayed a gout of blood across the cavern. Then it wormed sideways and pressed Oarly tight against the wall with its side. In a fury of its own it dropped Phen into the sea pool with a plop then turned its attention on its attacker.
Oarly froze in wide-eyed terror as the beast held its big viper-like head up over him. A long, flickering, black tongue preceded the rank fishy spray of slimy, bloody breath.
“Bah, your breath smells like a fish-house trash barrel,” Oarly spat through his fear. Then he closed his eyes and said a prayer. “Doon save me from this foul creature. I uh, uh, uh…”
Phen righted himself. Thankfully he’d landed in the part of the pool that was only waist deep. He immediately saw Oarly’s predicament and charged up out of the water, racing through the words of the first spell that came to mind. He put his hands out above the serpent’s scaly body as a lightning bolt erupted through them. He felt the dragon’s tear at his neck once again add its power to the flow. For a long moment, he heard Oarly sputter with the jolts. “Uh, uh, uh, uh…”
Phen stepped up even closer, while beneath his hands the serpent took the brunt of the damage. No sooner had the spell ended than the creature darted its head into the larger of the tunnels and began squirming down the passage as quickly as it could.
Oarly fell away from the wall, still jittering from the power of the spell. His mop of hair was smoking slightly, and he howled out wildly. The serpent was almost down the shaft when Oarly rolled up like an acrobat and brought his axe down. He cleaved what was remaining in the main cavern from the beast’s tail.
“Haw,” Oarly said, pointing to the seven feet of glowing serpent curling and uncurling on the cavern floor. “I cut the fargin serpent in half, I did!”
Phen cast his light spell, and Oarly looked at him crazily. Both of them were drenched in disgusting spew.
“Aye.” Phen cringed at his wild-looking friend. He wasn’t about to argue with that. “Now let us be on our way before the other half comes back. The tide turned a while ago. I think I can wade us out of here.”
Oarly hurried over to the boat and untied it. He climbed in, looking at the large tunnel with a mixture of fear and bravado on his gore-covered face. A few moments later they were working their way out of the Serpent’s Eye cavern. Around them a storm was raging violently. It was all Phen could do to climb the rocky shore and tumble himself into the boat. His great weight kept the craft glued to the sea as gale force winds carried them into the darkness. It wasn’t long before all memories of the serpent and the emerald were cast aside so they could concentrate on the one thing they had to do to keep Phen from sinking to the bottom of the sea. Frantically, they bailed and bailed and bailed.
When that was done they bailed some more.
Chapter 7
Phen woke to an insistent tugging at his leg. He sat up quickly, looked down at it and was overcome with terror. A fair-size snapper, probably twelve feet from nose to tail, was gnawing on his marbled foot. He flung himself back, and with his other boot stomped the creature right in its snout. It let out a breathy gasp of surprise and darted away with a splash.
Phen crab-walked backward until he was no longer half in, half out of the water. Instinctively, he checked to see if Hyden Hawk’s medallion was still around his neck. It was.
He was surrounded by high grass. Rising to his feet he saw he was in a sea of the stuff. Some of the grass was swaying oddly, as if it were rooted in water. The green carpet went on and on in all directions as far as he could see. The grass was high enough that finding Oarly might be a problem. He began calling out for the dwarf as he started working his way around the mostly invisible water line.
When he paused to catch his breath, Phen looked at the scratches the snapper’s powerful jaws had gouged down his legs. They didn’t hurt. His nerve endings were deadened. He couldn’t really define the way he felt. He was weary, heavy, and he was mostly hungry, but he wasn’t complaining now. Had he still been of flesh and bone his leg would be a ruin.
Phen remembered he and Oarly clinging to the dinghy, riding a huge wave right into the marshes. He hoped Oarly was on this same rise of land because he didn’t want to go wading through the treacherous swamp looking
