“I suppose,” said Aylis. “Yet I’ve not heard of a shade being able to do harm, other than to cause alarm.”
“Oh, now you’ve done it,” groaned Pipper. “I’ll dream of ghosts all night.”
Binkton reached out and laid a hand on Pipper’s forearm and again said, “I’ll waken you.”
Brekk cleared his throat. “Is there anything else you need tell us, Lady Aylis? Anything else the cards reveal?”
Aylis looked at the spread and the lone Demon card and sighed. “Only that there appear to be dark forces arrayed against us, and it seems we’ll have a fight on our hands when we reach the City of Jade. We must go well armed”-she glanced at Pipper and Binkton and then Lissa-“and well equipped to deal with whatever we face.” She turned to Aravan and added, “Your stone of warding, my love, perhaps will prove to be key, in that it will warn us of peril at hand.”
Aravan’s hand strayed to the blue amulet on its thong at his throat, next to the falcon crystal. “The stone does not give notice against all things of evil intent, and so we depend on scouts-and perhaps Valke-to detect things lying in wait.”
“You can depend on Vex and me,” said Lissa. “If it’s there, we will find it.”
The vixen, hearing her name, raised her head from her doze. But when no command followed, she went back to sleep.
Binkton started to protest-“I say, Pip and I, we’re scouts, too, and-” but Dokan, speaking at the same time, said, “If it is the Grg, we will deal with them.”
Brekk nodded and said, “We will be ready, Captain.”
Lissa stood and asked, “Is there more?”
Aravan looked at Aylis, and she turned up her hands. “I can see no more.”
“We are finished,” said Aravan.
“Good,” said Lissa. “Dinny and I are in the middle of a tokko game, and I am about to stun him with a move of an eagle.”
Brekk and Dokan got up from their chairs, and Pipper and Binkton hopped down from theirs. As Nikolai lowered Lissa from the table, he said, “When play Dinny tokko, he be sly one. Probably already know move you make.”
Lissa called Vex and mounted up, saying, “We’ll see, Nikolai. We’ll see.”
As all trooped out but Aylis and Aravan, Pipper overheard Aravan say, “Would that I yet had Krystallopyr or a sword like the one Riatha bears, then I would feel more-”
Following Binkton, Pipper passed beyond hearing whatever else the captain then had on his mind.
Faring southwesterly, past Hoven and Tugal the Eroean ran, the early summer wind braw and steady and off the stern port quarter. Down through the Northern Strait of Kistan she fared, the rover isle to larboard, the realm of Vancha starboard. Past the inlet to the city of Castilla the ship sped, that port of call notable for cargos of a wine called Dark Vancha, perhaps the finest in all of Mithgar, though the winemakers of the Gothon vineyards would say otherwise.
Rovers fled before the many-sailed Elvenship for, in the long-ago past and then again in the present, they had come to fear the fireballs and arrows cast by this swiftest of all ships in the seas.
Finally, broaching out into the waters of the Weston Ocean she went, to turn southerly and make a run toward the Calms of the Crab and the Midline Doldrums beyond, and the Calms of the Goat past that, for once again the Eroean was aiming for the frigid waters of the Cape of Storms. At this time of year the wrath of winter, raging in the dread waters of the South Polar Sea, made the opposite passage through the Silver Straits all but certain death. Not that verging ’round the tip of the dark lands would be an easy course, yet it was measurably better than the other choice.
And so, past the Calms of the Crab they sailed, the winds light and shifty, the passage slow, but when they came to the Midline Doldrums, a gale-force blow, rare for this latitude, sped them across. Yet they had to row four days in all to pass the Horns of the Goat, as those calms are sometimes called.
And then they reached the South Polar Sea. .
The shrieking wind howled easterly around the bottom of the world, hurling the Eroean before its brutal blast. Great greybeards loomed over the ocean, the tall Elvenship riding toward each towering crest, her sharp prow to cut through, her hull to slam down- whoom! – upon the far side to plummet into the chasm below; then up she would ride again, sailing on slopes and crests and slants, for not even the knife-sharp prow of the Eroean could cut straight through the bulk of these mighty waves. Her masts creaked and groaned, and her halyards wailed in the wind as of a malevolent spirit calling out for a toll of souls, as ’round the nadir of existence hurtled the Elvenship, driven by a tearing wind dire. With her decks awash in deep brine, the ship flew only her royals and gallants and her goose-winged tops, her pulleys and rigging clogged with ice. It was too dangerous for crew to go above, and Fat Jim and Aravan manned the helm from the enclosed wheelhouse adeck, with waves slamming over that haven.
In the crew’s quarters below, the pitching and heaving and rolling ship had no noticeable effect upon Pipper, but Binkton, on the other hand, was tossed about like a balled-up wad of parchment.
Lissa and Vex remained in their tiny underbunk chamber, the vixen sliding to and fro, but curled about her mistress.
Aylis lay in her bed in the captain’s cabin, the deck of cards in hand. As she had occasionally done throughout the long voyage, she muttered an arcane word and drew a pasteboard out. The Empress upright. The whole cannot be seen at this point. Aylis shook her head in mild frustration. We are left with no more knowledge than that which the spread revealed. She sighed and put the deck away, and returned to the book she read by swaying lantern light, just as a wall of snow hammered across the decks and masts and sails and rigging of the magnificent ship.
Three days later, in eerie calm the crew rowed dinghies across placid but frigid waters, towing the Eroean after, the sea nought but a slowly rolling mirror as long, gentle swells passed across the surface, reflecting stars shining above in the clear skies, for at this time of year the day was but moments long.
To the starboard and on the horizon, icy walls loomed, the endless glacier concealing a continent, or so lore would have it be.
In the rigging above, both Humans and Dwarves hacked away at caked ice, while Pipper and Binkton and Lissa helped others chip away at the coating adeck, all tethered by safety lines, for to slip into the frigid brine meant nigh instant death.
Soon the rigging and sails were free of the encrustation, and the crew unreefed the silks and shook them out. And before the next day dawned, the wind returned, gentle in its aspect.
The arrival of autumn found the Eroean faring east of Bharaq, the Elvenship now heading for a meridian at the point where the Dukong River spilled into the Sindhu Sea, Aravan navigating, for as it is with all of Elvenkind, he knew at all times exactly where lay the sun and moon and lights of the celestial sphere, including the wandering stars.
Running in a northerly direction, once again they had passed the Calms of the Goat as well as the Midline Doldrums, where they circled this part of the world. They would not reach the Calms of the Crab, for in this hemisphere that latitude was far inland from where the Eroean was bound.
And as midautumn arrived, so, too, did the ship come to the league-wide mouth of the river, where she dropped anchor.
Warband and crew alike stood at the railings and surveyed the coast rising up into nearby hills, with lush greenery steaming and seeming impenetrable.
“Jungle,” said Dokan. “Miles of jungle.”
Nikolai groaned. “It mean bug bite.”
“Aye, it does,” said Fat Jim. “Swarms of stinging flies and mosquitoes and gnats and midges. And if we have to pass through streams, bloodsucking leeches, too.”
“You’d better watch out, Liss,” said Pipper. “I mean, if a leech latches onto you, you’ll be gone in a trice.”
Lissa shook her head. “Not if I can reach one of my arrows and stab the thing. It’s the leech that’ll be gone, and in a lot sooner than a trice.”
Both Pipper and Binkton eyed the small quiver of arrows at Lissa’s hip. The lethality of those tiny barbs was
