The Maelstrom Eye

cloak, through either spies or some other means.' He gently tapped the crystal ball with a fingernail. 'This is the means.'

The battlewizard frowned and appeared confused. 'My admiral, if seeking the cloak were merely a matter of looking into a crystal ball, I would think the cloak would have been discovered many centuries ago.'

'I agree, but there was one element missing. The key was discovered by an elven wizard named Vallus Leafbower, who was once the helmsman of the Probe before it landed on Toril. Vallus had once been allowed to touch and examine the cloak. With the assistance of another elven wizard in the city of Rauthaven, he found that, after scrying for the cloak in a magical mirror, he was able to find it and its wearer with ease, without the need for a spell or device. The key was to touch the cloak before divining its location with magic. Some connection is made by the touching, and it lasts beyond normal magical limits once the scrying contact has been made. Vallus knew, without failure, where Teldin Moore was at any time, and he was even able to track the man while he was disguised by the powers of the cloak. Vallus delivered a warning to Teldin to go to Evermeet and speak with the Imperial Fleet there. Teldin Moore chose to ignore that advice, instead fleeing into wildspace.'

Cirathorn looked at Mirandel with cold eyes. 'I do not know if scrying upon the cloak involves any sort of risk. Vallus Leafbower's discovery was felt to be important enough to deliver to as many Imperial Fleet regions as possible, using every sort of spell and ship available. The admirals of every sphere were warned to look for a human of Teldin's description, one who always wore either a cloak or a silver necklace. If Teldin should appear, and if his story matched in some part the events that Teldin Moore related to us at that dinner, then we were to give him every assistance to his goal, with the encouragement to allow the Imperial Fleet to transport and protect him.

'You recall that some weeks ago I warned you and the rest of the staff to look for such a person. The sentry at the embassy door had explicit instructions to admit anyone who answered to this human's description and asked for the assistance of the fleet. I took a chance that if Teldin Moore were to appear on the Rock of Bral, he would come without disguise and would be in need enough to give us his trust. The gods blessed us, and that is why we are here now.'

The battlewizard licked her bloodless lips. 'Is it the will of the gods, or merely your own, my admiral?'

The admiral gave her a faint smile. 'Am I so transparent, my eyes like windows to your own? I do want that cloak, though I will not stoop to bloodshed to obtain it. Surely you know of the old poems, Mirandel, of the Cloak of the First Pilot, and the legends of the Spelljammer. Why do you think I want the cloak?'

She swallowed. 'Power,' she said quietly.

'Exactly,' said the admiral. 'The cloak grants control over the Spelljammer- the largest, most powerful, and most dangerous ship in existence, a ship that some legends say once belonged to our people, Mirandel. A ship against which no evil could stand. A ship with which we could bring the Imperial Fleet's rule to all worlds in all spheres.'

The woman's face was very pale. 'My admiral,' she said in a small voice. 'There are tales of the Spelljammer, which you must have heard as well, of the curse it casts over all who try to take it, and the evil that befalls those who even see it.'

'We have already fallen into evil times,' the admiral said bluntly. 'We will have worse times to come. The neogi have almost certainly handled the cloak in the recent past, as so many of their ships are now following the cloakbearer's trail. The mind flayers are probably using spies. Some neogi may have been captured by other forces and are being forced to lead their new masters to this ultimate treasure. Vallus Leaf-bower reported that pirates off Krynn were able to locate the gnomish sidewheeler on which Teldin traveled, and no one knows how they were able to find him. Now, with these humanoids, we will face enemies beyond counting, foes who have many reasons to hate us just because we are elves. I assume they are on Teldin's trail, too.'

The admiral looked into the green eyes of his battlewizard. 'We could turn away from Teldin Moore and his cloak,' he said. 'Our people have always been willful and have done as they pleased. We could save ourselves and say the Imperial Fleet be damned, and only I would suffer for it, and perhaps not even then. Who could say?'

'You read my thoughts clearly, my admiral,' said the battlewizard softly.

Cirathorn smiled more broadly. 'I know you, my wizard. I know and understand what you think of this, but I cannot be turned away from the hunt now. When Teldin Moore falls, we must be there to snatch up his body and his cloak, and spirit both away from all other takers. We face destruction without salvation from a growing pool of foes, but the bright prize beckons to me. The Spelljammer is power, but it is the power to save as well as to destroy.'

Cirathorn reached out a hand, resting the crystal ball in the other one, and took hold of the battlewizard's cold fingers. 'Mirandel, you stood with me over the grassy graves of all my ancestors on Aerlofalyn. You heard me swear to the stars and the gods and the spirits of all our people that this would be the end, that I would not permit this to befall us were it in my power. You swore with me that you would aid me on this quest, to the ends of our lives. Will you aid me now?'

'Yes, my husband,' said the battlewizard, with only the slightest pause. Her hand did not tremble. Cirathorn noticed this and was pleased.

'You are my strength,' said the admiral. He released her cold hand and looked down at the crystal ball. 'If Vallus Leaf-bower is to be believed, then I should be able to find Teldin Moore, across all spheres, and we shall bring to the Imperial Fleet the very strength that it now needs so badly.'

The admiral stared into the crystal ball. Within moments the glass darkened until it was of the deepest black that either had ever seen. The ball cleared again with amazing rapidity- and Teldin and his surroundings appeared. For several minutes, the two elves watched a scene unfold.

'I know of that one,' whispered Mirandel suddenly. She pointed a delicate finger at the ball and tapped the glass. Even as she did so, she knew she had genuinely cast her lot with her husband, and she would share his fate, for good or ill. So be it. She took a deep breath. 'I have a plan, my admiral.'

*****

The scro looked out into the starry darkness over Vorr's head. 'Sir, we've lost the mammoth flagship, three scorpions, two vipers, and two wasps. The remaining ships have varying damage but are able to move on their own. The other ships are pulling survivors, including Admiral Halker, from the wrecks and will rendezvous in two hours with the pyramid, just that way, sir.' The scro pointed over the general's shoulder to a distarn, flashing light. 'The pyramid appears to have been only lightly damaged.'

'And the enemy?' Part of the general's question was answered as he saw a distant burning object like a great butterfly, low to port and toward the stern.

The scro stood a little more erect. 'We got one of the man-o-wars, sir. No prisoners were taken. We have a confirmed kill on a gnomish sidewheeler and six of their little one-crew spellfighters, with up to a half-dozen more assorted craft as possible kills. The elves may have hit more. The armada and two of the remaining man-o-wars appeared to be lightly damaged when they disappeared again. I believe cloaking devices are in use aboard them.'

Vorr grunted. 'I want a round-the-clock watch out, looking in all directions,' he said briskly. 'All ships' weapons are to be cocked and loaded. Send the same to all ships. The moment you see an elven ship, fire at it. A full rank with pay to the first one who hits an elven ship; an officer's commission or two officer ranks to the first one who sets foot on it. We're going to redecorate our ships with elf heads.'

'Sir!' The scro's face was outwardly stonelike, but his voice betrayed his joy. He gave the general the fist-up salute. 'Death to the elves!' he shouted in Elvish, his voice full of battle glee.

'Death to them all,' the general agreed. He made his words a promise.

'Sir?' called the captain, as Vorr was heading through the main deck door to his cabin. Vorr turned, and the captain saluted and went on. 'The pyramid ship is signaling again. Skarkesh says he has located Teldin Moore on Ironpiece.'

Chapter Eight

'You can't imagine what went through my mind, sir,' said Gomja, seated at the foot of Teldin's polka-dot- sheeted bed. 'When I pulled you out of the water, I thought that you looked familiar, but I couldn't believe it until I rolled you over. Then…' The giffs voice trailed off, and he sighed with happiness. 'You just can't imagine, sir.'