CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Blind and deafened for a moment, Shang-Li held onto his fighting sticks and rolled to his feet. He’d been trained to fight blind, and he already knew where he was in the room and how large the room was. He even remembered where most of the debris was. Crossing his arms over himself, he waited for the first of his foes to arrive.
When someone grabbed his forearm, Shang-Li almost lashed out. Then he recognized the weak grip as Droust’s, not a Nine Golden Swords warrior seizing him or the razor-slash mouth of a shark. He blinked his eyes and made out shapes through the shadows of the room.
“Are you all right?” Droust leaned his head close to Shang-Li’s as he whispered.
Shang-Li nodded and tried to slow his beating heart. He stared at the door, expecting discovery at any moment. When it didn’t come, he returned to the doorway and peered out.
The sharks floated in the water, their flesh torn and bloody, all of them dead weight now. The Blue Lady stood in the midst of swirling currents that lashed her hair around. She held out a hand to the azure tear and squeezed it down to nothing. Then she whirled on her heel and marched from the room.
Cautiously, certain that at any moment he and Droust would be discovered, Shang-Li hid. Then he thought of his father and the others and knew that he couldn’t balk. Hiding in that room wasn’t an option.
He stepped out into the circular room and chose the door opposite the one the Blue Lady had departed through. He shoved one of the floating shark corpses from his path. Then blue incandescence dawned again over the fireplace.
Turning with his fighting sticks in his hand, Shang-Li watched as the azure tear formed again. He grabbed Droust and got the scribe moving toward the other door, following at his heels.
“Hold,” a voice ordered in Common. “If you would save your lives, listen to me.” In the azure tear, looking smaller and pained, the eladrin male stared at Shang-Li. “We have a common enemy.”
Shang-Li halted. After seeing what the eladrin had done to the sharks, it was doubtful he would reach the doorway without suffering the same fate. “What do you want?”
“I am Fergraff, a prince of the Shining Valley,” the eladrin said. Only his face showed in the azure tear now. “I have a boon to ask, but I think it’s one that you would willingly take up.”
Hesitating, Shang-Li knew that every moment he wasted put him that much later to reaching his father.
“You can’t escape Caelynna’s wrath, Shang-Li.” Fergraff spoke with conviction. “She’s grown powerful there in that place, and it’s our fault. When we banished her from the Feywild, we didn’t know she would master the elements of that sea as she has. We expected her to be imprisoned, not becoming an even stronger menace to us.”
But you didn’t care if she became a threat in our world, did you? Shang-Li thought. Not until she became a threat to yours again. The question was on the tip of his tongue but he held it there.
“Caelynna calls to us, taunting with her plans.” Fergraff s image shimmered a little, as if the connection to the Feywild wasn’t secure. “We know what she’s pursuing.”
Shang-Li kept himself from reaching for Liou Chang’s books in his bag.
“Even if she isn’t able to glean the secrets from the books she has in her possession,” Fergraff said, “Caelynna will keep searching for a way to come back here.”
“I don’t have time for this.” Shang-Li shifted. “My friends, my father, are in danger. I have to go.”
A look of irritation flitted across the eladrin’s cruel face. They didn’t like the other races to begin with, and getting talked to with such casual irreverence had to go down hard.
“You must stop Caelynna before she can perform the ritual. But you’re not strong enough to do it on your own.”
“Then help us,” Shan-Li said.
“We can’t. If we step through the gate into your world, the spells we have holding Caelynna in the sea will be broken. She’ll be able to come back here with all her increased power intact. We won’t be able to stand against her.”
Shang-Li grew angrier as he realized the eladrin didn’t intend to take an active part in confronting the Blue Lady. He didn’t know if they were afraid of her or afraid of the realm she’d created.
“If you’re not going to help, we’re done here.” Shang-Li turned to go.
“Wait! We can help. We just can’t join you there. We must preserve the our powers as much as we can in the event we are forced to face her here.”
“Moral support isn’t going to do much good.” Shang-Li put venom into his words as he thought of his father and the others.
“We can give you a weapon to fight her. One that will be powerful enough to damage her. And we can get you back to your ship.” The eladrin’s face hardened. “Whether you live or die after that is up to you.”
“What weapon?”
“A very special one, and one that you will feel at home with.” Fergraff shoved a hand through the azure tear. In his hand, he held two fighting sticks.
“I already have those.”
“Not like these.” Fergraff shook the fighting sticks and blades flicked open to stand at ninety-degree angles to the sticks. “And together, they are more.” He flicked the blades closed again and shoved the two ends of the fighting sticks together. When he removed his hands, they’d joined and lengthened, becoming a staff a few inches longer than Shang-Li was tall. Then the eladrin shook the staff again and the blades shot out the ends of the staff. “You can use this?”
Amazed and impressed at the sheer beauty and chilling threat of the weapon, Shang-Li accepted the staff. The wood tingled and felt alive in his hands. “I can use this. But how” Even as he wondered how he could separate the staff into two parts, it separated and became two fighting sticks the right size. He flicked the blades out, then in, then joined the staff and made the blades flick at the ends again.
“It is our gift to you,” Fergraff said. “Use it in good health, and we hope that you are successful.”
Shang-Li separated the weapon into two fighting sticks again and slid them up his sleeves in place of his original fighting sticks, which he shoved in the back of his belt.
“Thank you for the gift.” Shang-Li bowed slightly, but he never took his eyes from the eladrin’s cruelly beautiful face. The dead sharks floating through the room provided a grim reminder of the Feywild’s power. “Now about my return to the ship.”
Fergraff tossed a black pearl into the room that descended slowly and burst into an oval a foot from the floor and just out of Shang-Li’s reach. “That way will take you to your ship.”
Shang-Li hesitated.
“You can trust me or not,” the eladrin said in a cold voice. “But what good would it do for me to give you a weapon against Caelynna and not allow the use of it?”
“Thank you.” Shang-Li stepped toward the spreading oval and felt the pull of it at once.
“You must hurry once you are there. Caelynna will not tarry.”
Just before he entered the black pearl oval, Shang-Li glanced back at Bayel Droust. The scribe hesitated and looked helpless.
“I’ve got the books,” Shang-Li said. “If they are not recoveredand I promise that I will see them destroyed before I allow them to fall into the hands of the Blue Ladyyou know she will blame you for this. There won’t be any reason for her to keep you alive.”
“I know.” Gathering himself, Droust followed Shang-Li into the blackness.
Once he entered the spell, Shang-Li’s senses whirled and he felt lost. Fear ran rampant within him, and he knew that was part of the dark magic touching him as it worked on him. Droust keened and moaned, and Shang-Li couldn’t find it within himself to fault the man.
Then, as quickly as it began, the spell ended. Shang-Li spewed out into the water above Swallow. His senses reeled so much that he at first didn’t recognize the ship. Then he spotted Thava standing at the ship’s prow gazing up at him. An instant later, Droust vomited forth into the sea as well. The scribe whirled end over end as he flailed awkwardly.
Turning in the water, Shang-Li tried to spot the Blue Lady and her horde above the forest but saw nothing. Shambles and the tentacled things moved within the trees and brush, but they kept their distance from
