The Sea Devils Eye (29 page)

“The mermen will never listen.” Ildacer argued. “You know how proud and haughty they are.”

Reefglamor glanced at his second-in-command. “How very like the Alu’Tel’Quessir they are, you mean?”7

“No, that’s not what I meant to …”

Reefglamor sighed and looked out over Mount Halaath standing tall to the northwest. After circling under the Whamite Isles, the caravan had fixed on it and marched straight toward it. The City of Destinies lay between them and Mount Halaath.

“Senior, what I am saying is that we might be swayed by Khlinat’s words while sitting here so far from our own homes, feeling perhaps a little lost and friendless, but King Vhaemas and his people are not going to feel the same. This place is the source of their strength. Even with the morkoth and koalinth adding to the ranks of the sahuagin, the Taker can’t possibly hope to overrun all of Eadraal.”

“From what I have pieced together,” Pacys said. “The Taker only wants his eye.”

“Have you found out what that is?” Jhanra asked.

Pacys strummed the saceddar. “Not yet. All that I am sure of at the moment is that it is some device the Taker had in his possession when Umberlee struck him down.”

“Even so, to get the eye from Myth Nantar, the Taker will have to march through Eadraal,” Reefglamor said. “As much as King Yhaemas hates the City of Destinies and all that it stands for, he won’t see the Taker free to ravage it.”

“Again,” Ildacer said, “the Taker will have to raise up an army the like of which has never before been seen.”

“And you have assurances,” Reefglamor asked quietly, “that the Taker cannot accomplish this?”

“No, Senior.”

“Good,” Reefglamor responded. “So far the Taker has succeeded at everything he’s attempted to do. We have no proof that we’ve set him back in any way at all.”

“Except for the Great Whale Bard,” Tidark commented in his whispering rasp. The High Mage was much older even than Reefglamor and usually given to his studies, not spending much time in the company of others.

Pacys knew it was true, but he didn’t know what the whale bard had made his sacrifice for.

“We have every reason to believe that when the time comes,” Reefglamor said, “the Taker will find the means to raise the army he needs to invade Eadraal.”

The thought sobered all of the High Mages, Pacys noticed with satisfaction. The hardships of the journey, the turning away they’d experienced at the hands of the mermen, had tempered all of them.

A group of sea elf warriors approached from the north. Morgan Ildacer, young cousin to Pharom Ildacer and captain of the High Mages’ guard from Sylkiir, came to a stop in the water. He bowed his head, his arms crossed at the wrist, and waited to be recognized.

“Captain,” Reefglamor said, “your report.”

“Our scouts have returned with good news, Senior High Mage Reefglamor. The way to Myth Xantar is clear.”

“What of the merman guards?”

“If we move quickly enough, Senior,” Morgan Ildacer said, “we’ll be able to gain the city within the hour. Vhaemas’s warriors seem to be concentrated to the south, prepared to defend their borders against the morkoth and koalinth. They’re searching for groups much larger than ours.”

“Very well,” Reefglamor said. “Give the order, and let’s get moving. Better this were done sooner than later.”

“There are others of my kind in the area,” the locathah ranger stated. “We can cover your backs in the event you are discovered. There are hiding places around here that not even the mermen know of.”

“That won’t be-” Morgan Ildacer started before Reefglamor cut him off with a raised hand.

“That would be very kind of you,” the Senior High Mage said.

Tyhlly stretched to her full height and bowed, then turned her attention to Pacys. “Your gods be with you, Lorekeeper. for you shall soon be sorely tried.”

“My thanks to you,” the old bard said. He spread his hand and touched palm to palm with the locathah ranger. “May Eadro give you only pleasant and free currents.”

She leaped up and was gone in seconds, disappearing into the darkness of the sea.

Turning to face Mount Halaath, Pacys strained to pierce the gloom that lay ahead. He made out the glimmering blue glow of the Great Barrier that sealed Myth Nantar off from the rest of the world.

He’d come so close to one of his goals. Now it only remained to be seen how things would play out.

*****

Laaqueel stood on the sandy, rocky western shore of Graubunden, the largest of the Whamite Isles, and peered out at Maelstrom at anchor in the shallow waters. The pirate ship’s sails were furled around the masts, and crew filled her decks.

Iakhovas stood beside the malenti, an imposing figure amid the sahuagin warriors he’d brought with him. The sahuagin lay in the shallow waters to prevent their scales from drying out. Though he had barely talked to her in fully two months, concerned with all the battles and alliances he’d made, Iakhovas had commanded her presence for the day.

Attention, little malenti, Iakhovas spoke into her mind. You arc about to see the first culmination of my labors here in the Inner Sea.

Laaqueel turned her gaze to him.

Iakhovas smiled. He looked human at the moment, though she knew the sahuagin perceived him as one of their own.

Your astonishment astounds me, little malenti. Surely you didn’t think I came here to conquer this place and never return to the outer seas.

The crew in Maelstrom’s longboat rowed into the beach with consternation showing on their faces. They’d been waiting since early morning, the malenti priestess gathered from Iakhovas’s comments, after arriving in the night. When they gained the beach, the crew bailed out and pulled the longboat up onto the sand.

Vurgrom stepped from the boat and approached Iakhovas. The pirate tried to act courageous, as if he wasn’t standing in the midst of a hundred sahuagin warriors, but his nervous gaze and white-knuckled hand on the haft of his battle-axe gave his uneasiness away.

“Lord Iakhovas,” the burly pirate rumbled in greeting.

“Captain Vurgrom,” Iakhovas acknowledged. “Are you prepared to finish your part in this bit of business?”

“More than ready,” Vurgrom replied. “Carrying that disk around without knowing what it does is getting to be worrisome.”

“I know what it is,” Iakhovas stated, but offered no explanation. “You have the map?”

Vurgrom patted his shirt over his heart. “Aye.”

“March inland,” Iakhovas ordered. “Follow the markings on the map and be in position three days from now.”

Vurgrom hesitated, then asked, “What then?”

Iakhovas glared at him. “Wait.”

The big pirate’s face purpled, and for a moment Laaqueel thought he might actually speak out angrily. The malenti priestess thought that would have been interesting to see. Evidently Iakhovas needed the man or he would have done whatever needed doing himself.

In the end, Vurgrom lacked the nerve to stand up to Iakhovas. “As you say,” the pirate said, “Lord Iakhovas.”

“What of the kegs I asked you to prepare?” Iakhovas demanded.

“All of my ships have been outfitted with them, lord.”

For a tenday and more, Iakhovas had commanded sahuagin groups to hole up in caves with air pockets so they could make the poison their people used. Laaqueel was versed in it as a priestess. Usually the sahuagin used the poisons on their weapons, coating them every few days as they had need. Iakhovas had come up with a new design.

Once the lethal poison had been rendered in powder form, it had been packed in thin glass shells, then placed in weighted wooden kegs that would sink to the ocean floor.

By design, the thin glass shells collapsed under the pressure of the depths at three hundred to four hundred feet. The poison quickly diluted into the water, killing anything that breathed it. The effect might only last a few minutes, though, before currents would sweep it away.

Iakhovas had told the malenti priestess he planned to use the kegs to completely destroy Myth Nantar once their initial attack was finished. Laaqueel had seen the effects of the poison kegs and feared them. Once the poison was released into the water, there was no way to escape it.

With no further word, Iakhovas strode into the water and disappeared under the incoming waves. The only sound was the lapping of the waves against the shoreline.

Laaqueel followed woodenly, aware of the pirates’ leering stares at her nudity. None of them dared offer any comment. Underwater, she swam quickly and fell into pace a little behind Iakhovas. He swam effortlessly, totally at home in the sea. The sahuagin warriors flanked them. Scouts immediately flared out to watch for the mermen guards that swam through the area.

The malenti priestess scoured the ocean floor. She knew from Iakhovas’s statements that the sea elf caravan from Sylkiir should be in the area as well.

They are further to the north, little malenti, Iakhovas told her. They believe their mission has met with success. They won’t know any different until it is much too late.

What will happen then ?

His tone, even in her mind, was mocking. I succeed, of course, and they’ll find that their precious legends have ultimately betrayed them.

*****

High in Azure Dagger’s rigging, Sabyna studied Vurgrom and his pirates through her spyglass. The last of the sahuagin had disappeared into the sea some minutes ago, but the pirates didn’t rush back to their vessel.

“Blessed Tymora,” Azla said quietly at Sabyna’s side, “those damned sea devils must not have swam under us. I thought we were lucky the first time they showed up and we weren’t seen.”

Arthoris had woven an invisibility spell that covered Azure Dagger, but there were drawbacks to the maneuver. Even though they couldn’t be seen, the ship still made its usual noises, and those carried across the ocean. If they’d been too close to Maelstrom the crew would have heard the sounds and recognized them. They’d quietly dropped anchor during the night when Maelstrom was nearly a thousand yards away.

When they’d seen the sahuagin surface along the shoreline, they hadn’t dared hope their good fortune would last. If one sahuagin warrior swam under Azure Dagger the ship would be sensed in the water or possibly seen against the sky.

Another drawback was that the ship’s crew couldn’t see each other or the ship. Despite being unseen, it was also a lot like being blind except that Sabyna could see the ocean and the island. Movement was done cautiously and only as necessary. Unaccustomed to moving about in the rigging, Glawinn remained below.

The longboat was rowed back to Maelstrom while Vurgrom and five pirates remained ashore. Sabyna wasn’t close enough to see the pirate captain’s expression, but she judged from the way he kicked rocks and gestured at his men that he wasn’t happy. It was in direct contrast to the timid way he’d acted around Iakhovas.

Sabyna watched as provisions were lowered over Maelstroms side in a cargo net.

“Shore expedition,” Azla said. “Maybe we’re going to finally do something other than wallow around.”

“Aye,” Sabyna agreed.

In the months they’d followed Vurgrom and Maelstrom, they’d never had a proper opportunity to overtake the ship and board her. Even with the new crew that the voyages had given Azla time to whip into shape, Vurgrom’s pirates outnumbered them two to one.

In frustration, Azla had limited herself to spying on the captain, hoping for a lucky break. During part of those times, Vurgrom had sailed with other ships under his command.

They’d become separated from Maelstrom three times during those months. Once they’d rescued a crew that had been attacked by sahuagin and barely escaped with their lives and lost a tenday getting the sailors to a safe port. Another time one of the freak storms that ravaged the coastal lands upon occasion had spun them into its clutches, then left them in a lull that lasted four days. Then, while in Ilighon, the island port city in the Vilhon Reach, they’d nearly gotten Vurgrom in an ambush while he conducted a trade for unknown items. They lost him again, but each time the enchanted astrolabe had brought them back to Vurgrom.

All of it had added up to the certainty that Vurgrom had an assignment in the area that he hadn’t yet finished. Now, perhaps the time had come. Though they’d seen the pirate captain with sahuagin one other time, they’d never seen him act so contrite.

“That sahuagin he talked to must have been Iakhovas,” Azla said.

“That was no sahuagin,” Sabyna said. “Vurgrom talked to a man. Very tall, with a beard and dark hair.”

“I saw no men there other than Vurgrom and his pirates. You must mean the elf woman.”

“No,” Sabyna said deliberately. “I saw what I saw.”

“They say the Taker is very powerful,” Azla replied after a moment. “Perhaps one of the guises we saw was only an illusion.”

“Perhaps both were.”

During their travels, they’d added to the lore they’d heard about the Taker. They’d also learned about the war going on under the waves they sailed upon. Several times they’d sailed through small islands of dead morkoth, ixitxachitl, mermen, sahuagin, and koalinth being savaged by birds, crabs, and fish.

“We’ve seen enough,” Azla declared. “If we’re to keep up with them, we need to get to shore ourselves.”

“Go on,” Sabyna said. “I’ll follow you down after you reach the deck.”

She waited, clinging to the rigging as Azure Dagger heeled over repeatedly at the end of her tether. When slack returned to the rigging, she knew Azla had reached the deck. The ship’s mage clambered down easily but paid more attention than normal to her efforts.

Once on the deck, she went forward, one arm before her and walking slowly so she wouldn’t run into an unwary crewman. She ascended the steps leading to the forecastle and called, “Glawinn?”

“Here, lady.”

Judging where the paladin was from the sound of his voice, Sabyna went over to the railing. “You’ve seen?”

“Yes. Captain Azla and I were just discussing when we should attempt moving the ship. Or whether we should just try swimming for the shore.”

“We have the small boat,” Azla said from nearby, “but there is the risk that well be seen once we leave the spell Arthoris has around the ship.”